#grim still pleads with him. she begs him not to do it

[thechaoticfanartist]

Grim being determined to change fate in TCWGANV to the point that she refuses to accept that she can't save everyone even when she fails vs Grim not trying to change the ending in ALATL but that doesn't mean she's not going to stop saving who she can, even if it isn't everyone

[baelarys]

Could you take a shot of aegon x Tyrell? Where she is married to some reach gentleman and ends up having an affair with aegon and resulting in a pregnancy. And when the baby is born and everyone sees that he is platinum, oc's husband freaks out and questions aegon who answers with sarcasm that he may have a dragonrider son and does not like his wife

✾𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞✾

Aegon ii targaryen x Reader Tyrell

word count :990

Warning : Infidelity, pregnancy, bad words , anguts.

It had not stopped raining since morning, and your screams echoed in the room, accompanying the constant rhythm of the rain. You paced back and forth, trying to mitigate the intense pain that came in relentless waves. The midwives followed you, advising you to lie down, but you pushed them away.

You prayed to the gods fervently, begging for their mercy and to help the baby be born healthy. Your red hair stuck to your sweat-beaded forehead, while tears of desperation and effort ran down your cheeks. As you walked, resting a hand on your bulging belly, you felt a sudden release of fluids that soaked the floor of the room.

The pain was unbearable, but it was all worth it when the midwives finally placed the newborn on your chest. You noticed the thin layer of platinum hair that covered his head, an unmistakable feature, but at the time you didn't care. You kissed your son's head as happy tears fell down your cheeks. The baby was crying loudly, his little fists clenched

Your husband entered the room looking with amazement and horror at the newborn he was holding in your arms, before he could say anything you stopped him.

"Luthor, please" you begged with a trembling voice, your eyes filling with tears "This is our son. I beg you to accept it."

The knight stood still, his fists clenched and his face hardened with anger and betrayal. "Don't do it for me… do it for him" you said, holding the newborn into his arms.

Luthor hesitated, his gaze moving from the baby's serene face to your pleading eyes. The room was filled with tension, the air thick with the mix of emotions and the distant sound of the rain that continued to hit the windows. Finally, with a mixture of resignation and hopelessness, he reached out and took the child.

You spent the next few days in your chambers, surrounded only by your husband, a few midwives, and little Edmund. No one else had seen the newborn. His platinum hair and brown eyes, just like yours, looked around with endless curiosity.

You and Luthor didn't discuss the topic of the baby's paternity, and you both decided not to mention it to anyone. However, it was not surprising that rumors were already spreading in the corridors from the rats of the Red Keep. The gossip spread like a slow fire, and even if it wasn't openly discussed, you knew that many eyes were on your family.

It wasn't until a heated argument between Prince Aegon and your husband that Lord Tyrell burst into your room, his face burning with fury, declaring that they would return to Highgarden. You were surprised, since you had come to King's Landing on court business and you did not expect such a hasty return.

"Prepare your things, we leave at dawn" Luthor ordered, his voice trembling with suppressed anger. His eyes flashed with a mix of pain and determination that disturbed you deeply.

You tried to stay calm as you processed his words. "What happened? ,Why are we coming back so soon?" you asked softly, although you already knew the answer, Luthor strode over, his face grim and his fists still clenched.

"Aegon" he began in a harsh voice. "He had the audacity to say that you should be grateful to have fathered the son of a dragon rider" That insolence was the last straw.

The air became thick and heavy in the room. You instantly understood the impact of those words on your husband. The humiliation and betrayal had been too much for him, and Aegon, with his arrogance, had pushed Luthor over the edge.

"Luthor" you said, trying to reach for his hand to offer comfort, but he jerked away, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"There is nothing more to discuss" he replied in a sharp voice. "Highgarden is our home, far from the viperous tongues and inquisitive eyes of this rotten court."

You sighed, resigned. You knew that insisting would only make things worse. As you prepared to leave, your mind was filled with worries about the future. How would you face life in Highgarden with the stigma of infidelity and the birth of Edmund? However, the innocence of your son and his future were your main concern.

While leaving King's Landing meant escaping immediate scrutiny, it also meant facing suspicion and judgment in the Tyrell ancestral home.

You decided to take one last walk through the halls of the Red Keep before leaving. You wanted to record in your memory every corner, every detail of that place that had witnessed your most intense and complex moments. With every step, you felt the weight of the decisions made and the consequences you would face upon returning to Highgarden.

You turned into a hallway and suddenly, someone slammed you against the wall, holding you firmly by the waist. The impact left you momentarily breathless and before you could react, you felt lips smash against yours in a rough and messy manner.

Your first instinct was to resist, but the unmistakable platinum hair and the intensity of his gaze piercing you confirmed it was Aegon.

The force of his kiss spoke of desperation and desire, an attempt to hold on to something he knew he was about to lose.

"Aegon" you tried to say between their kisses, but he didn't let you finish, his mouth covering yours again, silencing any protests. His hands gripped your waist with palpable need, as if he could prevent your departure with his touch.

Finally, you managed to pull away slightly, panting with the effort. "I have to go" you whispered, your words barely audible as you tried to regain your composure.

"I can't let you go like this" Aegon rasped, his forehead resting against yours. —You know this isn't fair, that I need you here.

"I can't stay here anymore" you whispered, barely containing the emotion in your voice. You felt Aegon bury his face in your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy and desperate kisses over your skin.

"Don't say that" Aegon murmured against your neck, his voice vibrating with a mix of sadness and desire. His hands gripped your waist tightly, as if his touch could prevent the inevitable.

"I must go" you insisted softly, trying to remain firm in your decision. You felt his lips move slowly over your skin, his kisses leaving a burning trail that contrasted with the cold of the stone behind your back

Aegon pulled away slightly, his intense gaze searching yours. "Is this really what you want?" he asked with a voice heavy with pain. "Leave everything we've had here?"

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's not a matter of wanting" you finally said. "It's what I should do for my family. I can't continue living in this chaos"

You pulled away from Aegon gently, leaving one last kiss on his lips. "See you, my prince" you whispered, saying goodbye with a mixture of resignation and a spark of amusement in your eyes.

You turned around and started walking down the hallway, feeling his gaze on your back. Each step towards the exit of the Red Keep felt lighter than the last. You had decided to face the future with a more optimistic attitude, knowing that this farewell was necessary.

[kckt88]

The Lost Dragon V - Butterfly.

Summary:

Assassins enter the Red Keep and a new Targaryen enters the world.

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Threats, Language, Uncle/Niece Incest, Assassins, Death, Pregnancy, Child Birth.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 3951

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Vaelys hurried down the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, her steps quickened by a mix of anticipation.

She had just spent a delightful afternoon with Helaena. The warmth of their conversation had been a welcome distraction from the weight of their own thoughts regarding the war.

As she approached the entrance to her chambers, a flicker of unease pricked at her senses. The door stood slightly ajar, a sight that sent a shiver down her spine. Heart pounding in her chest, she pushed it open cautiously.

What she saw froze her in her tracks.

Two shadowy figures stood before her, holding Aemond at knifepoint. Panic surged within her as she took in the scene, her mind racing to comprehend the danger that now threatened her husband.

"We've come for the princess," one of the men declared with a steely edge to his voice, his grip tightening on the blade pressed against Aemond's throat.

Vaelys felt a surge of desperation welling up inside her. She couldn't lose Aemond—not like this.

Her voice trembled as she pleaded with the assailants, her eyes darting between them and her beloved husband. "Please, I beg of you, spare his life. I'll go with you willingly if you promise to let him go unharmed."

Aemond's eye widened in disbelief, hurt flashing across his features at the prospect of Vaelys leaving him.

The men exchanged a glance, considering her offer. For a moment, the tension hung heavy in the air, the outcome hanging precariously in the balance.

Then, with a grim nod, they agreed to her terms.

As they shoved Aemond to the ground and moved towards her, Vaelys' fear turned to fierce determination.

In a split-second decision fuelled by love and desperation, she lunged forward, seizing a candelabra from a nearby table.

With a swift, adrenaline-fueled motion, she swung it at one of the assailants, the metal striking true and sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

Before the other man could react, Aemond sprang into action, wresting the knife from his grasp and turning it against him with deadly precision.

The room seemed to spin with the intensity of their struggle, but when the chaos finally subsided, Vaelys found herself standing breathless and trembling, clutching the candelabra tightly in her hand as she gazed at Aemond, his chest heaving with exertion but his eyes alight with gratitude and love.

With the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, Aemond moved swiftly to wrap his arms around Vaelys, pulling her close to him in a tight embrace. His heart still raced with the fear of almost losing her, but in this moment, feeling her warmth against him, he couldn't help but feel a profound sense of relief.

Gently, he placed a hand over her small baby bump, his touch tender and protective. "I thought you were going to leave me," he admitted softly, his voice thick with emotion.

Vaelys leaned into his embrace, her own arms wrapping around him as she pressed her cheek against his chest. "Never again," she whispered, her voice steady and unwavering.

As Aemond and Vaelys held each other tightly, their moment of respite was shattered by the abrupt entrance of the guards. The door swung open with a resounding thud, revealing the scene of chaos within the chamber. One intruder lay lifeless on the floor, while the other was sprawled unconscious nearby.

Among the guards, Alicent, rushed forward, her eyes wide with shock and fury. Her gaze fell upon Vaelys, and in an instant, she pointed an accusatory finger at her.

"It's her fault! She's the one who brought this upon us," Alicent exclaimed, her voice laced with venom. "It was her father's doing, I have no doubt."

Aemond stepped forward, his protective instincts kicking in as he positioned himself between his mother and Vaelys. "No, Mother," he interjected firmly, his voice carrying a steely resolve. "Vaelys had nothing to do with this. If it weren't for her quick thinking, I might not be standing here at all."

Alicent's expression softened slightly as she regarded her son, her initial anger giving way to concern. She looked from Aemond to Vaelys, her features caught in a moment of indecision.

The tension in the room was palpable as the guards exchanged uneasy glances, uncertain of how to proceed in the wake of such a startling revelation. But amidst the uncertainty, Aemond stood unwavering in his defence of Vaelys, his conviction clear for all to see.

Alicent's initial shock and anger gradually gave way to a steely resolve as she surveyed the scene before her. With a stern expression, she turned to Aemond and Vaelys, her voice commanding and authoritative.

"You cannot stay here," she declared, her tone brooking no argument. "It's not safe for either of you”.

With a nod of resignation, Aemond turned back to his mother. "Where shall we go?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Alicent's gaze softened slightly as she regarded her son and his pregnant wife. "Maegor's Holdfast," she replied, her tone firm but compassionate. "It's the most secure location within the Red Keep. We'll have guards posted at every entrance, and I'll ensure that your things are packed and brought to your new chambers as soon as possible”

Reluctantly, Vaelys nodded her head in agreement, her hand finding Aemond's and squeezing it reassuringly. "We'll go," she said, her voice steady despite the uncertainty that lay ahead.

As Aemond and Vaelys entered Maegor's Holdfast, they were immediately struck by the stark contrast to the warmth and familiarity of their previous chambers. The air felt heavier here, thick with the weight of centuries-old stone and the echoes of past struggles.

The corridors were narrow and dimly lit, the walls lined with heavy iron doors that seemed to loom ominously over them. Guards stood watch at every corner, their presence a constant reminder of the fortress-like nature of their new surroundings.

Vaelys couldn't help but feel a pang of unease as she glanced around, taking in the cold, unforgiving atmosphere of Maegor's Holdfast. It felt more like a prison than a place of refuge—a fact that sent a chill down her spine.

The only solace she found in this dreary place was the knowledge that Helaena and her children, were nearby. Of course, that also meant a closer proximity to Aegon, but Vaelys didn’t want to think about that.

As they settled into their new quarters, Vaelys couldn't shake the feeling of confinement that seemed to permeate every corner of Maegor's Holdfast. But amidst the gloom and uncertainty, she held onto the hope that with Aemond by her side—and with Helaena just a stone's throw away—they would find a way to make the best of their situation.

Vaelys crept into the bathing chamber, the flickering firelight dancing across the stone walls. The scent of lavender and steam filled the air, mingling with the soft sound of water gently lapping against the sides of the tub. She paused in the doorway, her eyes drawn to the sight before her.

There, reclined in the tub, was Aemond. His arms rested over the sides, his head tilted back, strands of his long silver hair cascading over the edge of the tub like liquid moonlight. The warmth of the fire cast a soft glow upon his skin, accentuating the sculpted planes of his face.

As Vaelys stepped closer, her gaze fell upon his striking features. One of his eyes was closed, lashes resting against his cheek in peaceful repose. But the other held her captive. In place of his eye, the sapphire glimmered in the firelight.

For a moment, Vaelys simply stood there, entranced by the ethereal sight before her. Aemond, lost in his moment of relaxation, was unaware of her presence. She couldn't help but admire him, the way the firelight played upon his features, highlighting the sharp contours of his face.

With a soft smile playing on her lips, Vaelys finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Aemond," she called softly, breaking the tranquil silence of the room.

Slowly, he opened his eye, as he turned his gaze towards her. A warm smile spread across his lips as he reached out a hand towards her, inviting her to join him in the serenity of the moment.

With a gentle smile adorning her lips, Vaelys quietly fetched a small wooden stool and placed it behind Aemond. She settled herself upon it, her nimble fingers already reaching for a vial of fragrant hair oils resting nearby.

As she uncorked the bottle, a soothing aroma of lavender and rosemary wafted into the air, mingling with the steam rising from the bath.

"May I?" she murmured softly, her voice a tender caress against the quiet of the chamber.

Aemond turned his head slightly, meeting her gaze with his one open eye. With a nod of assent, he leaned back, allowing her access to his silver tresses.

Gently, Vaelys poured a small amount of the oil into her palm, warming it between her hands before she began to massage it into his scalp. Her touch was light and sure, her fingers working in slow, circular motions as she spread the oil through his hair.

Aemond sighed contentedly, his muscles relaxing beneath her ministrations. The tension seemed to melt away with each stroke of her fingers, leaving only a profound sense of peace in its wake. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself entirely to the sensation.

Vaelys continued to work, her movements unhurried and deliberate. She ran her fingers through his hair with practiced care, untangling any knots and smoothing the strands. The scent of the oils filled the air, mingling with the warmth of the bath and the crackling of the flames.

And as she worked, she felt a quiet joy blossom within her heart. There was something profoundly intimate about this simple act of caring for her husband, of tending to his needs.

As she finished, Vaelys leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of Aemond's head. She whispered words of love and devotion, her voice barely more than a breath against his skin.

And in response, Aemond smiled, a soft sound of satisfaction escaping his lips. For in that moment, as they sat together in the warmth of the bathing chamber, they were content in each other's presence, and content in the simple joy of being together.

After finishing with the hair oils, Vaelys rose from the stool, a soft towel in her hands.

Aemond stood from the bath, the water cascading off his glistening skin as he stepped onto the stone floor. Vaelys enveloped him in the towel, drying him off with gentle strokes, taking care to ensure every droplet was absorbed.

Once he was dry, Vaelys fetched a pair of soft linen breeches and a loose shirt, laying them out on a nearby bench. With practiced ease, she helped Aemond into the garments, guiding his arms through the sleeves and fastening the laces with delicate fingers.

As Aemond settled into his clothes, Vaelys moved behind him, retrieving a brush from the table. She ran the bristles through his silver locks, removing any lingering tangles with a gentle touch. Her movements were unhurried, a silent ritual of care and affection.

With each stroke of the brush, she felt the bond between them grow stronger, weaving itself into the very fabric of their lives. It was a moment of quiet intimacy, a shared communion between two souls bound together by love.

And as she began to braid his hair, weaving it into intricate patterns with practiced skill, Aemond closed his eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips. He leaned back against her, basking in the warmth of her presence, the softness of her touch.

Together, they sat in the quiet of their chambers, enveloped in a cocoon of love and tenderness.

As Vaelys carefully braided his hair, Aemond felt a sense of peace wash over him, a feeling he had never truly experienced before. Growing up in a world filled with duty and expectations, love had always been a distant concept, something he observed from afar but never truly felt.

But now, as he sat in the warm embrace of his wife's arms, he realized that love was not just a fleeting notion, but a tangible presence that enveloped him completely. It was in the way Vaelys' fingers caressed his scalp as she worked, in the softness of her voice as she whispered words of affection, in the warmth of her touch as she brushed his hair.

For the first time in his life, Aemond felt truly seen and valued, not for his dragon or his title but for who he was as a person. With Vaelys, he didn't need to put on a facade or pretend to be someone he wasn't. He could simply be himself, flaws and all, and know that he was loved unconditionally.

And as he basked in the warmth of her love, Aemond realized that this was what he had been searching for all along. Not power or prestige, but the simple joy of being loved and accepted for who he was. It was a revelation that filled him with a sense of gratitude and wonder, a newfound appreciation for the precious gift that was his wife's love.

With a contented sigh, Aemond leaned back against Vaelys, his heart overflowing with emotion. In that moment, surrounded by the gentle glow of the firelight and the soft murmur of their breaths, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be, in the arms of the woman who had shown him the true meaning of love.

“The little fiend in there has the audacity to kick their father in the face” laughed Aemond as he rested his head against Vaelys’ swollen stomach.

“Making their presence known” replied Vaelys softly.

“Issa byka zaldrīzes” whispered Aemond (My little dragon).

“A-Aemond” whispered Vaelys.

“What is it?” asked Aemond.

“You won’t let them cut me open, will you?”

“C-Cut you open” exclaimed Aemond.

“What grandsire did to my grandmother-he allowed her to be butchered for the sake of a babe that-“

“-No, I will not allow such a thing to happen. I promise, nothing will happen to you” replied Aemond firmly.

“But what if-“

“-No Vaelys. I won’t let anyone do that to you” said Aemond sternly.

Deciding not to press the issue further, Vaelys sunk back on the pillows and closed her eyes, just as she felt herself drifting to sleep, the sound of her husbands hushed rasping voice filtered through the air.

“Drakari pykiros, Tīkummo jemiros, Yn lantyz bartossa, Saelot vāedis” (Fire breather, winged leader, but two heads, to a third sing).

Vaelys closed her eyes at the sound of Aemond’s voice.

“Perzyro udrȳssi, Ezīmptos laehossi, Hārossa letagon, Aōt vāedan” (With words of flame, with clear eyes, to bind the three, to you I sing).

Vaelys smiled as she felt Aemond press his lips to the round swell of her stomach.

“Hae mērot gierūli:, Se hāros bartossi, Prūmȳsa sōvīli, Gevī dāerī” (As one we gather, and with three heads, we shall fly as we were destined, beautifully, freely).

Ever since Helaena had revealed that Vaelys was carrying his child. Aemond had devoted himself to pouring over countless books in the library to gain as much information as he possibly could about pregnancy and how to raise a child.

Apparently, he also found a book that said babes can hear sounds from the womb after the sixth moon of pregnancy. So, Aemond never missed a chance to spend time talking or singing to his wife’s stomach.

Vaelys of course didn’t think too much of the advice in those ‘books’ at first, but as her stomach began to swell, and the babe began to kick, she noticed that he or she would always move around more whenever Aemond spoke.

Aemond of course was delighted when Vaelys told him. She knew her husband was worried about becoming a father, given the fact his own wasn’t a very good one and it terrified Aemond most days, that he would turn out like Viserys.

 But Vaelys knew that Aemond would be a fantastic father, he was utterly devoted to their unborn child.

And she knew that he couldn’t wait for the day when he could finally hold his child in his arms.

A day that actually arrived sooner than the Maester had anticipated.

It started with a dull ache in her lower back, a sensation that gradually intensified with each passing moment. At first, she brushed it off as the discomfort of carrying the babe, but as the pain grew more intense and rhythmic, she knew that something was terribly wrong.

Fear clenched at her heart as realization dawned upon her—she was going into labour.

With trembling hands, she reached out for Aemond, her voice quivering as she called out his name. Panic surged within her as she felt the first waves of contractions wash over her, each one more agonizing than the last.

Aemond rushed to her side, his expression a mixture of concern and fear. "Vaelys, what's happening?" he asked, his voice thick with worry.

Tears welled up in Vaelys' eyes as she struggled to catch her breath. "It's time," she managed to gasp out, her voice barely above a whisper. "The babe-it's coming."

“A-Aemond,” cried Vaelys.

Aemond had been ordered to remain outside as the midwives claimed the birthing room was no place for a man, let alone a Prince of the realm.

“I want AEMOND” screamed Vaelys.

Aemond couldn’t stand it anymore, so he took a deep breath and barged into his chambers.

“My prince. You should not be here. It is not proper” urged Maester Orwyle.

“I don’t give a shit what’s proper. My wife needs me. I’m staying” snapped Aemond.

“B-But my Prince”

“Do not attempt to remove me again maester, or I swear to the seven I will throw you out of that fucking window” shouted Aemond.

“P-Please. Aemond. I need you” sobbed Vaelys.

Aemond stood by her side, his face a mask of concern and determination, his hand tightly clasping hers in a gesture of unwavering support. But amidst the chaos and the pain, there was another presence that offered Vaelys comfort—Helaena.

Helaena had refused to leave Vaelys' side, her steadfast presence a source of strength and reassurance. With a calm demeanour born of her experience with the twins and Maelor, she hovered nearby, offering words of encouragement, and lending a steady hand whenever it was needed.

As the storm raged outside, its howling winds a distant echo of the turmoil within the chamber, Helaena stepped forward, her gaze meeting Vaelys' with a look of unwavering determination. "You're doing great, Vaelys," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Just keep breathing, and remember, I'm right here with you."

Vaelys nodded, her grip on Aemond's hand tightening as another wave of pain swept over her.

“A dragon across the sea, a bronze heart waiting to be free,” muttered Helaena.

“What?” asked Aemond.

“A butterfly, one of three” replied Helaena.

“It hurts so much Valzȳrys” (Husband).

“I know. But you can do this. I know you can” said Aemond, doing his best to reassure his wife.

“No, I can’t” wailed Vaelys, grimacing in pain as a contraction ripped across his stomach.

“Yes, you can Issa prūmia. Squeeze my hand as much as you want” (My Heart).

Maester Orwyle instructed Vaelys to take a deep breath and push.

“That’s it. Issa dōna, keep going”  encouraged Aemond (My sweet).

Aemond had no idea how much time had passed since Vaelys was instructed to push, even as the labour tired her, she kept going. Her red face covered in sweat and tears.

“That’s it Princess. I can see the babes head”.

“You can do it my love. That’s it. Keep pushing” urged Aemond, grimacing slightly as Vaelys squeezed his hand tight.

“Keep going. Your doing so well-“ said Helaena.

“The head’s out. Now just wait until the next contraction and push”

Even though she was exhausted, Vaelys took a deep breath and gave one last push…Then an ear-piercing cry shattered the silence of the room. 

Aemond’s heart swooped at the sound, his lips parting in amazement as he watched Maester Orwyle, cut the umbilical cord and quickly wrapped the babe in clean cloth.

Vaelys whimpered next to him, her eyes shining with relieved tears. 

The babe was a girl.

Their daughter was passed to Vaelys who held the babe against her bare chest. Her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Aemond. Look, our daughter” gasped Vaelys.

“She’s perfect” whispered Aemond in awe. His heart bursting with love at the sight of his newly born daughter in the arms of his wife.

“She looks like you” said Vaelys happily.

The babe had a full head of silver hair, never in his life had Aemond ever seen so much hair on a babe.

“A girl-a perfect little girl” said Helaena, her eyes shining with tears.

"I'm sorry, Aemond," murmured Vaelys, her tone heavy with regret. "I know how much you wanted a son, and I've failed you."

Aemond's hand reached out to gently lift her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his own. His eyes were filled with warmth and understanding, his expression tender as he spoke. "Vaelys, listen to me," he said softly. "You haven't failed me, not in the slightest. Our daughter is a blessing, a gift from the gods themselves. She's everything we could have hoped for and more."

Tears welled up in Vaelys' eyes as she took in Aemond's words, his unwavering love washing over her like a soothing balm. "But-“she trailed off, her voice faltering.

Aemond shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips "What matters most is that our daughter is healthy and loved”.

“What shall you call the little Princess?” asked Maester Orwyle.

As she gazed down at the tiny bundle of life cradled against her chest, a memory stirred within her—a memory of a day filled with unexpected joy.

It was a warm afternoon in the gardens of the Red Keep, the air alive with the gentle buzz of bees and the soft rustle of leaves. Vaelys had been lost in thought, and the uncertainty of the future, when suddenly, a delicate butterfly had alighted upon her outstretched hand.

In that moment, as she watched the delicate creature flit about her, its wings shimmering with iridescent hues, Vaelys had felt a sense of peace wash over her, a fleeting glimpse of something pure and beautiful amidst the chaos of her world.

And now, as she cradled her daughter in her arms, she felt that same sense of peace wash over her once more. The memory of that day filled her with a newfound sense of hope and purpose, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still beauty to be found.

With a smile playing at the corners of her lips, Vaelys leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her daughter's forehead.

"Sovia," whispered Vaelys, the name falling from her lips like a prayer. "It means 'butterfly' in High Valyrian—a symbol of beauty and transformation. Just like you, my sweet girl."

At the mention of the word butterfly, Aemond looked over at Helaena who smiled knowingly.

“Would you like to hold your daughter My Prince?” asked Maester Orwyle.

Aemond hesitated for a brief moment before he nodded his head.

Vaelys handed Sovia too Helaena who pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, before she carefully placed the tiny bundle in Aemond’s arms. “Sovia-“ muttered Aemond “Issa byka grēges” (My little bug).

[poppadom0912]

Together (IV)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, injuries, abuse, bullet wounds etc.

Summary: When Kelly finds out, things only go further downhill. 

A/N: So things go a bit awry so I apologise heavily in advance. Hope you have fun with this lil one. Writing this helped get rid of biology stress.

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Everything happened so fast.

One second Will was saying how lucky Jay was as he groaned but let out a big sigh of relief when Will brought up a bullet in the tweezers grasp. Fortunately, Jay wouldn't bleed out and if time permitted, Will could probably stitch him up here.

Will was saying something about Jay's thigh being in decent condition before the three of you continued joking around, keeping the atmosphere light hearted despite the grim thoughts in the back of all your minds.

Then, all of a sudden, the basement door burst open with such a fury that you all flinched.

Several men came barrelling into the room, all dressed in black but only two of them looked familiar causing you to sweat in dread.

So much was happening that it was difficult to register.

In the corner of your eye, you could see several men restrain your older brothers despite their pain, holding them down tightly and not once moving as if their shouts didn't bother them.

Their shouts were desperate that it physically pained you to hear but it all of a sudden clicked that their shouts were directed towards you.

Your restrained self allowed not much movement but you tried anyways, pushing them off with your elbows and trying to wiggling your way out their hands.

You tried reasoning with them, giving empty promises, trying to bargain and even begging but it was useless.

The hate you had for the Murray brothers was increased tenfold as tears fell down your scarred face, a phone being propped out and facing you directly.

*****

Kelly was starting to get worried.

It'd been around less than half a shift since you left and according to his watch, you should've called him several hours ago.

To get out of his worrying thoughts, Kelly found himself doing his paperwork in the common room, hoping that the idiocy of firefighters would distract him.

It was beginning to work but then a notification went off and his first thought was that you were finally telling him you were still alive. Maybe his worrying was pointless afterall.

The smile on his face dropped in nanoseconds when he picked up his phone and there was no text message but a video instead. The video was of you, attempting to kick as you thrashed in two mens hold.

You were practically drenched in blood. The colour of your jeans you wore this morning and your half naked torso drowned in crimson made Kelly's heart lurch out of his chest.

Your screams of agony echoed out his phone and into the firehouse, putting everyone at a standstill. Your cries were very much audible, along with your breathless begging for them to stop; you had enough and couldn't handle it anymore.

The video ended with your screams blending in with the desperate shouts of two deep voices that Kelly couldn't help but recognise. Your pleads would forever scar your family, simply hearing it was enough to do so.

Kelly felt like being sick.

*****

Forensics were scattered all around the cabin, inside and out, leaving no rock unturned.

Time was ticking and they were soon going to lose daylight which would only make their jobs ten times harder.

Kim was jotting down a few notes on what a tech was relaying to her when her phone rang, the name not surprising her at all. "Hey Hailey, what do you have?"

"I've got Severide with me."

Hailey's words confused the brunette causing her to stand up straight and squint her eyes in confusion till she remembered that the two of you had been dating for the past two years.

"And?"

"He got sent a video four minutes ago."

Kim swallowed harshly. Such simple and vague words but she knew exactly what they meant. Looking over her shoulder, she jogged towards where the rest of the unit had huddled together after collecting all the physical evidence left behind.

"Sarge, I've got Hailey on."

"What's up?"

Before either female could reply, Kim received a notification and upon seeing what was attached, she already wanted the ground to swallow her up. She really was dreading what they were about to see.

Nothing was going to prepare her for what she saw nor what she was hearing.

Your bloodied and bruised body left no trace of your usual pale complexion. Your shouts turning into screams felt as though they vibrated through her being, her blood turning cold knowing her friend had been put through so much.

Screwing her eyes shut, she paused the video, refusing to see anymore of you in such a state. It was obviously clear as day that the rest of the unit felt the same way.

"I tracked the video and it's coming from here in Illinois, not Wisconsin." Hailey paused. "Trudy's got units on the 5 mile radius I was able to narrow down."

"Alright, we're coming back." Hank said, gesturing for everyone to get a move on. "Call us back as soon as you got something."

"You got it Sarge."

*****

Your breaths were shallow, eyes dim and body numbing further time went by.

Death sounded so sweet right about now.

Jackson and Ezra had their fun but upon announcing their hunger, they simply let you fall like a ragdoll onto the cold concrete before leaving without another word.

Before you could register their exit, you felt two pairs of hands coming to hold you up. On instinct, you began fighting them off even though it brought you immense pain and it took too much effort.

But, it was only Jay and Will. Gosh, they'd watched the entire thing unfold and they couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." You repeated under your breath, voice hoarse and sounding like you were about to lose it anytime soon.

"Y/N, hey, don't be silly." Will comforted you, sitting you up, back against the wall so he could inspect just how much more damage was inflicted. "Don't be sorry- we're sorry."

"I've literally traumatised you guys with my stupid screaming." You pointed out, your tone flat as you pointed out the most obvious. Guilt was swallowing you up whole and all you wanted to do was drown in it.

"Y/N, you're in pain, you have every right to scream and cry." Jay retorted back, also pointing out that what you did didn't need to be justified. "If you didn't, I'd be worried for you."

"I wanna go home." You whimpered, fingers curling around Jay's hand as the pain you were enveloped in increased tenfold. You must've sounded like a little child but your bed and sleep sounded so good right about now.

And your older brothers could do nothing else but agree.

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3.154 Didn't see it coming

Mama gives us quick hugs when we arrive, then rushes upstairs to get back on grandma duty. Alessia has never been sensitive, so I'm not surprised she isn't trying to help Mama during her time of need. I hope, at some point, she'll start considering others' feelings and needs before her own. I know better than anyone how important fitness is, but I haven't done my morning yoga in weeks, and I go for a jog when I can. She's not a child anymore. She can't stay in the pool all day while Mama takes care of everything. What will she do when Mama's gone? Instead of dumping the responsibility on her, she needs to learn how to do motherhood and get those trade secrets from an OG while she can.

Since Desiree hadn't met her cousins yet, and the point of this visit is to spend time with Mama, I take her upstairs to get acquainted. She doesn't know who they are or what she's doing in this house, but she seems to enjoy the coos and babbles from the other babies. Breanna is chilling on the play mat, so I set Desi in the empty crib, and for once she doesn't fight or cry. She actually smiles. Is she communicating with her cousins? Perhaps this is the beginning of a beautiful alliance. Mama asks me to watch them for a few moments while she tends the garden, so of course I agree. There's an odd calm in the room. I don't think I've ever been around when all three triplets were satisfied. Grandmas are so magical, I tell ya. I take a moment and gaze at them. Just like Des, they are getting too big too fast. Bre and Arvin might look like their no-good daddy, but they sure are beautiful. Lex is Alessia's mini me. Did she name him that because it sounds like her name?

We didn't eat breakfast because I wanted to get to the house as soon as possible, so I go downstairs to put something on the grill. I don't know why, but I've been really into the grill lately. Maybe that whole man and fire thing has some truth in it. Mama had changed her clothes and hadn't made it to the garden yet, so we walk downstairs together. Well, I go down first and she follows, rather; she's a lot slower these days. As I head out the door, I tell her I'm going to put something on the grill. "Okay. I love you," she says. There's something a little extra warm and fuzzy in that one. Even though she says it all the time, it seems kind of odd for her to throw that in there, so I turn around to say it back. I expect to see her shining face, instead, I see the life oozing out of her.

I stand there for a moment, shocked by my mother's lifeless body on the floor. I did not see that one coming. Like, at all. I'm not ready! Why did it have to happen so soon?! I mean, I know "soon" is a construct of my own mind, and it's just her time, but still! Seeing that hurt. It really really hurts.

"LESS!!!"

The grim reaper shows up, looking like we interrupted his beach vacation or something, and I beg him to give her more time because she has four young grandchildren, and she is a full-time caretaker of three of them. My sister needs her. I plead. I implore. I grovel. When I'm out of reasons for him to revive her, he pulls out his tablet and scrolls through the names, taps on her profile when he sees it, and reads the details of her life. It must be an interesting read because he lets out a "hmmm" now and then, giving me hope he finds something that will convince him not to take her away.

"She's had quite a life," he said, making me even more hopeful. "But my hands are tied. She has no unfinished business. It's her time to go, dude."

Less finally comes in from outside as he tells me this, looking every bit as shocked as me. Sophia starts bawling immediately.

"Sorry for your loss, folks," the reaper says. "Now, if you would excuse me."

He gently side steps us, inching towards Mama's body, and a panic runs through me. I can't watch this. I can't watch him take away my mom's soul, so I rush to the living room to let him destroy what's left of our family.

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The Siren, the Cook, and the Sister (5)

Sanji x PirateHunter!FemReader (Masterlist) Chapter 5: Retrieval (Previous) (Next) Summary: You come to take what is yours by any means necessary. Warnings: In-world violence

What a ship, you thought as the Thousand Sunny came to your view. What a shame that I have to destroy it.

With the bottom of your faced uncovered, you screamed and soared across the sea. With the help of your devil fruit, the Volume Volume fruit, you are able to control the volume of surrounding areas and your voice. So with the volume fully cranked to the max, your scream turned into a screech, so loud that the literal sound waves of it pushed you off the water.

Before the Strawhats could fully react, you had reached the rear of the ship. You saw red as you caught sight of that treacherous orange hair near your chest. As you flew towards Nami, your scream practically became a beam, destroying the deck right below it, forcing the rest of the crew you jump out of your way. With a clear path before you, you grabbed the navigator from her shoulders and pinned her to the ship’s main mast

“NAMI!” Luffy cried. He stretched his arms, lunging to grab his crew mate. Before he could grab you or Nami, you screamed at him at max volume. Hit by the sound waves, he flew back towards the ship’s railing.

You shut your mask closed and turned your attention to the navigator once more. With a hand around Nami’s neck, a blade slowly inched out of your wrist until it rested right below Nami’s neck. The rest of the Strawhats stilled as they realized the precarious situation they were in.

Damn… if we try to rush him, he’s going to kill her, thought Sanji. Despite your face being covered and your body hidden by your dark cloak, Sanji noticed how your chest heaved violently. It was clear that you were acting on your emotions. Wow...Is he really that mad about his chest? He knew that with one wrong move on their part, the Strawhats would have to say goodbye to one of their own. He along with the rest of the crew watched you, waiting for a chance to strike. 

Nami struggled to breath under your grip. Feeling the blade right below her neck, she whimpered. “If you let me go, I’ll consider giving you your chest back,” she weakly pleaded. 

CONSIDER! You further pushed her into the mast. You couldn’t believe her audacity. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. You looked out at the Strawhats and saw how they stood side by side, grim eyes watching you, analyzing you. Seeing how they all desperately wanted to save their crew mate knocked the air out of your chest. You quickly turned your back on them as your head began to ring. 

In that moment, standing on the Thousand Sunny in the middle of the sea among a crew that cared for one another, you realized how utterly alone you were. Your grip on the navigator loosened slightly as your shoulder slumped down.

“You know something, Robin… after you saved my life, I thought that maybe, just maybe, someone was on my side. That no matter what, there was a woman out there who saw my life… my dreams… worth saving.” As your throat tightened, so did your grip. “But, I see now that, that’s a fucking lie!” You turned your head back to the Strawhats. Your robotic voice boomed. “BECAUSE THAT WOMAN WOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN THE ONLY THING THAT CAN SAVE MY SISTER!” 

Realization dawned on all of the Strawhats. Your chest wasn’t a vain display of power, but a desperate attempt for salvation. Guilt sat heavy in most of their hearts.

You paused, trying to catch your breath. You knew that if you didn’t get your anger in check, you would open yourself up to an attack. You turned back to Nami.  “So I’m going to do exactly what I was trained to do.” 

“Please, listen to me,” begged Robin, “I saved you, because I saw a piece of myself in you. I saw your desperation to live.” The archaeologist knew that you weren’t just angry. You were hurt. You felt betrayed. She was no stranger to that feeling. “Please believe me when I say that this was an honest mistake. My crew mates didn’t know. They saw an opportunity to provide for their family and took it without thinking.” Nami nods furiously under your grasp.

“So what, your family matters more than mine?” 

“No, of course not.”

You took in a deep breath. You wanted to believe her. Maybe this was all just a huge misunderstanding. Maybe Robin didn’t really betray me. Maybe—

You heard a slight creak from up above. You glanced up to see Jimbei slowly making his way down the steps with his arms raised, ready to strike.

“It’s not what it—“

You stopped listening after that. You pushed Nami once more into the mast, cracking the wood  beneath her. You popped the bottom half of your mask back open. As you got ready to scream into the navigator’s face off, a green pellet hit your face. You and Nami began to cough as smoke filled your lungs.

With his slingshot raised in the air, Usopp called out, “she didn’t steal your chest all by herself. I helped. So if you want to punish her, you have to punish me first!” His voice and knees wobbled as he spoke. 

Fine.

You threw Nami to the ground and sky-walked ran towards Usopp. He tried running away, but you were too fast. You grabbed his nose and took in a deep breath. You were done being made the fool. 

Before you could maim the sniper, multiple arms covered your face. You screamed at them and made most of them disappear. But in your moment of blindness, Sanji rushed you and kicked you back into the ships railings. 

Damn, that man sure knows how to kick, you thought as you got up. Quickly sensing something behind you, you whipped around just in time to block three swords with your blade.

“I’ve been dying to see what all the hype was about.” Zoro stood before you, two blades in this hands, and third in his mouth. Oooh, that’s where it goes. You snapped your mask closed and pulled out a second blade from your other wrist. The swordsman noticed how instead of coming out of your wrists like the Strawhats assumed, the blades came out of these thick cuffs on your arms that your cloak mostly kept hidden. I wonder what else that cloak hides, thought Zoro. 

Quickly, your blades clashed. Two vs three. As Zoro attacked, you defended. I guess the rumors were true, you realized as Zoro left no opening for you to counter, Mihawk did train his ass for a bit. You stood your ground and blocked hit after hit, but you knew that your blades weren’t going to be enough to win. Before you knew it, he cornered you and had your neck in between two blades.

“Huh… I was hoping for more,” boasted Zoro as he got in your face. Perfect. You had him where you wanted. You popped the bottom of your mask open and yelled, pushing the swordsman off of you. 

Now’s my chance, thought the cook as he encroached behind you. As you kept pushing Zoro back with your attacks, Sanji fired up his leg. He was ready to finish this once and for all. No man was going to get away with hurting his girls (and captain or ship) without paying the consequences. With a running start, the cook fired up his leg for a wicked front kick.

Sensing him, you shaved out of his way, forcing him to crash into the swordsman. But before you could catch your breath, you were rushed by Brook and Chopper. You knew that you weren’t going to win this fight. It was 9 vs 1. You weren’t delusional. Even if you took down each Strawhat, they were going to get up each time. So if you couldn’t take them down individually, maybe you could in one go?

So, you began to scream. First at them, then the ship. If the Sunny went down, so would the Strawhats. I can always collect their floating bodies for their bounties. You could feel the veins in your neck bulge as you destroyed the Sunny. However, before you could make irreparable damage to the Sunny, the ship violently swayed to the side.

“HOLD ON EVERYONE!” yelled Jimbei from above as he turned the wheel. Everyone swung to the side. You lost your grip on the railing and smacked straight to the side of the boat. 

As you looked up, your stomach lurched. At that moment, Nico Robin, was about to fall off the Thousand Sunny. She didn’t yell or cry for help. Instead, she threw you a kind smile. 

You held back a scream. You wanted Robin and her crew to pay. So why didn’t you feel happy with the notion that she was going overboard? This was what you wanted, right?

Oh god no! In a blink of an eye, you grabbed Robin’s hand and pulled her back on board. You held her in between your arms, chest heaving, mask closed. Everyone stilled. 

“Why didn’t you save yourself?” you softly asked. You kept your gaze to the floor as your anger completely dissipated. 

“Because I knew you would save me,” Robin calmly stated. You shot your face up. You couldn’t believe her words. She still had faith in you. Oh god, she didn’t betray me. What have I done?

Racked with guilt, your mask let out deep moans as you violently sobbed. Robin brought you in for a hug and stroked your cloaked head. In between each sob, you let out a mournful apology. 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… please… I’m so sorry!”

As Robin calmed you down, the rest of the Strawhats slowly made their way to you. You glanced behind you and instead of seeing anger or hatred in their eyes, you saw understanding and empathy. How could they not hate you? You nearly killed two of their crew mates and destroyed major parts of their ship.

Luffy is the first to reach you. He gently patted your back. “Don’t worry about the Sunny. That’s why we have the best ship carpenter in the world.” He grinned brightly while Franky waved behind him. He came closer and whispered, “I have some bothers who would have done the same.” He pulled back and giggled. 

Before you could react, a loud voice boomed throughout the sea.

“I KNEW IT!”

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Author’s Note: Y’all this took me forever to write! Honestly many props to those who can write action scenes because this was hard. Could I have not written an action filled chapter… sure. But also I hate when people say “this character is super strong” and never show it. Now did I successfully show that… I don’t know but at least I can say that I tried!

With all that, was this a good chapter? I don’t know so would love to hear feedback. Like it’s done so I’m happy but is it good is another question.

Also serious question, is the Volume Volume fruit cool? Does it make sense? Like in my head it does but did I just convince myself it does or am I low key a genius (lol)? Also someone do let me know if this fruit does exist… I haven’t seen the movies but something is telling me that Uta has a devil fruit like this.

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This is Doomspeaker!

Info/story under read more!

Doomspeaker is Grim’s mother, a nightwing who can only predict terrible disasters, she is a shy, softspoken dragon who isnt very well liked in the tribe for her horrid visions and is seen as an omen of bad luck.

She fears her visions most of all and in the early days of the war she was sent to various different tribes on assignments to help prevent unnecessary tragedies (and keep the bad luck omen out of the tribe), where she met Hawk (another oc of mine) who was a Skywing guard who was actually a spy working with the talons of peace and has a strong belief in the nightwing prophecies.

Hawk was the first dragon to ever tell Doomspeaker that her visions were helpful and good after she predicted a landslide that would have crushed a skywing hatchery, but Hawk believed her warning and was able to rescue the eggs and save many infant dragonet lives.

From there, the two fell in love and Doomspeaker eventually became eggbound, knowing she’d have to return to the nightwings to keep their relationship a secret. She promised Hawk that one day she’d return with their dragonet, that she’d be certain they knew their father and Hawk bid farewell with a final, loving goodbye.

The night of Grim’s hatching, Doomspeaker had a horrid, prophetic vision of the disaster that Grim would cause, of the danger the queen was in from him being born alone and she rushed to the hatchery to smash her own egg, but she was too soft-hearted and couldnt bear to do that to her own dragonet, and her hesitance allowed grim to hatch in a violent burst of heat and flame, too hot for a normal dragon and boiling the other 2 eggs in his clutch as he hatched on the moonless night.

The other nightwings whispered and sneered at how unfortunately “cursed” he was and how fitting it was for doomspeaker’s dragonet, and so Doomspeaker fell into a bought of despair and negligence.

She couldn’t face her dragonet, not after what she knew was to happen when he grew older, the monster he would become. She let the rest of the tribe take him from her, to try and train him to be an assasin from an early age as she begged and pleaded with the queen to banish him so he could pose no threat to the tribe any longer, but they refused to listen until he was of proper age to carry oit assasination missions.

After Grim left the tribe, Doomspeaker closed herself off to the tribe, trying so desperately to use her powers to see anything good for once, to see Hawk again but refusing to face him in person, for she couldnt bear to tell him of the beast their son would become, of how badly she had failed as a mother. She wore herself ragged through her visions, seeing the deaths of thousands except her Hawk, her beloved.

Her horrible visions sent her into a deep depression, and of course the state of her tribe’s homeland didnt make her fare any better.

(Pls forgive any inaccuracies i’m still reading through WOF and im only on book 4)

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Chapter 11: Between Shadows and Light

The landing at Dragonstone was somber, the air thick with the weight of loss and unspoken grief. Rhaenyra had landed first, and the moment Syrax landed, the waiting party fell into a silence so profound, it was suffocating. I scrambled down the Cannibal faster than I ever had before, my feet hitting the ground with a thud as I moved towards her, knowing instinctively that she would need help.

As I rounded the Cannibal’s massive frame, my eyes locked with Rhaenyra’s, and I saw it in her gaze—pleading, desperate. Her eyes flickered over my shoulder, then back to me, silently begging for something I couldn’t quite grasp. My breath caught in my throat as I turned around and saw them—Lucerys and Joffrey.

Lucerys looked grim, his young face etched with confusion and fear as his eyes locked on Jacaerys. I could see it in his expression, the way realization washed over him as he noticed his brother’s still form in their mother’s arms. Joffrey, on the other hand, was still caught in the innocence of youth. His eyes were wide with hesitation, his mouth twitching as though he wanted to smile and run to his mother, but something about the air around us held him back.

And that’s when I understood what Rhaenyra was asking of me. She wasn’t looking for help with Jacaerys—she needed me to shield her other sons. She wanted me to protect them from the sight of their brother, from the pain that would come crashing down on them once they fully understood.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. Rhaenyra, cradling the boy she couldn’t protect, still trying to shield the sons she had left. My heart broke for her in that moment. Of course, I would do it, but as I turned back to her, the weight of her unspoken request pressing on my chest, I couldn’t help but scream internally—Who will protect you? Who will shield you from this pain?

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Strangetown Recap 1

New jobs, poverty and near-death experiences.

Since completing his degree at La Fiesta Tech and moving to Strangetown, Ajay was keen to get to work right away. While he dind't study biology, he's taken an interest in the health sciences and wanted to get a job in the medicine career. Lucky for him, an opening appeared the day after he moved in!

Newly employed, Ajay spent some time getting to know the locals. He met Kristen at 94 Road to Nowhere and they immediately started flirting and he asked her out on a date!

The two of them hopped next door for a bite to eat. While they toasted to their new lives in Strangetown and had some general chit-chat, Ajay struggled to find any meaningful connection with Kristen.

The fact that the date didn't elicit any sort of emotional reaction from Kristen says enough about their connection. *yawn*, she thought.

The next day, Ajay visited the pool again and ran into Lola. They struck up a conversation and had a little poolside boogie and Ajay asked her out.

They headed Downtown and things were going well...

Until the waiter dropped food all over Ajay!

Sigh, another mediocre outing for Ajay ending in a stunted blank expression from his date.

Lola was feeling a little sympathetic for Ajay, so she did stick around for a bit and took a nice picture with him. Maybe a second date wouldn't be so bad?

Over at the Singles household, the women have been struggling with money with job listings not being aligned with their degrees or interests. They couldn't afford a repair service to come and sort out the power outages they've been having. Chloe made an attempt and barely got it fixed. Kristen watched on hoping Chloe would get electrocuted.

They all headed to Sims Gone Wired so Erin could touch up on her cooking skill. Though, they had no money to do anything else other than enjoy the free amenities there. Food was absolutely out of the question.

Tension between the housemates got worse..."YOU GET A JOB"..."NO YOU GET A JOB"

While Kristen really wanted to make it work in Strangetown, her horrible housemate, Chloe, is not someone she envisions living with long-term. After all, she does enjoy the city vibe much more.

"Goodness, I'm hungry...if only there was someone in this town who is rich, handsome and...oh, my, that looks like an expensive smoking jacket..."

"Hi, I'm Kristen..."

Back at home, food was becoming a real problem. "Any ideas, Kris? This rotten mac and cheese isn't quite cutting it for me". "You know what, Lola, I've always wanted to do a dine-and-dash. Girls, get ready, we're eating out large tonight!"

"Kris, I'm so nervous about this. The only thing I've ever stolen in my entire life is my dad's credit card so I could call the psychic hotline for research purposes" Erin muttered.

But she was quickly lulled by the sight of a good Lobster Thermidor and a glass of champagne. "So when do we do it, Kris" Lola asked. "You shovel your last bite and..."

"I beg your pardon, ladies, I may be old, but you do realise I've heard absolutely everything you've been talking about and you WILL be paying for those meals" the host said subtly as she was looking through her booking notes. Erin looked like she needed a clean pair of knickers.

It would've been nice for Chloe to get the brunt of the scolding, but it was Kristen's idea, so she took the brunt of it.

Heading back home, things were really starting to fall apart.

Erin tried unsuccessfully freestyling for tips...

Bathroom amenities were breaking...

And they got roaches...

Not to mention the heat of the scorching Strangetown sun. Poor Kris, the others thought it was just a little heat stroke...

But it was death! Erin pleaded with Grim to not take her friend...

And she won!

While Kris was incredibly grateful for being revived, all Erin could think about was food. "At least you got fed in the afterlife, we're all still starving! Just order a pizza and put it on our tab"

...

"What do you say we all take a vacation?"...

[medicus-mortem]

@chatcambrioleur​ asked: The night had been uneventful, so far; he'd fucked her stupid, to the point of exhaustion. The redhaired beauty had been sleeping soundly, barely stirring. Something, though, seemed to change in the air, as she began shifting under the covers. Whimpers and grunts passing through her mouth as she tossed and turned. Her hands clenched the blankets, trembling undeniably. "N---nnnnh----"

Dreams were often a peaceful respite. A brief moment where she could feel innocent; young, even in her fully grown body. In this reality, Bell-mère had seen her grow up, even from afar, in whatever version of an afterlife there may be. She was able to return, though, to see her girls once more -- and they had been happy, for just a moment. Nojiko and Nami were able to hug their mother again, crying tears of joy under the mikan trees. The moment was cut all too short, though, and instead of being able to apologize for what a horrible child she'd been, or telling her about all of her adventures, the hovering, loaded executioner waited, held by a shadowy figure. Nami tried to protect her. She tried to stand before her mother, begging the figure to take her, instead. There was no other ending, though --- her mother would be shot and killed right before her, in each and every reality.

The sleepy grunts had formed into a scream, dry in her throat. Pleading sobs, her entire form, succumbing to shivering. When she opened her eyes, she wasn't under the peaceful mikan trees, Nojiko wasn't there, and her mother was still gone. Her eyes landed on the doctor, and it was hard to tell if she was red in the face due to her outburst, or because he'd seen it all. She caught her breath, a deer in headlights, thick swallows and heaving chest.

"... I'm --- I'm --- fuck. It was... a nightmare. Sorry."

Unprompted

   Few things can draw Trafalgar Law into what could be considered a restful sleep. Intense, muscle exhausting sex is one of them. Thus, after forcing both himself and a tired Nami to clean up the surgeon fell asleep to the lingering scent of sex and mikans. Not an unpleasant thing to drift off with, certainly not when the warmth of her body feels so good against his side. Unfortunately the black embrace of deep sleep doesn’t hold him long.

   A whimper cuts through his resting mind. It sounds far off, distant but pained. Law groans, his brow furrowing as he tries to cling to this rare moment of rest. Then he feels movement, subtle but shaken. The tossing becomes more violent. An elbow slams into his side, waking Law with a sharp, gasping pain. His eyes come open, the doctor sitting up with bared teeth and a growing bruise.

   Then the scream beside him and every muscle tenses, mind instantly imagining a threat. His hand opens, Room getting summoned but not quite released from the confines of his palm. The eerie blue glow chases away the shadows of the room, bathing it in the strange light. His gaze turns to the woman sharing his bed, her face contorted in pain and fear. She’s pleading, tossing, sobbing, and instantly he knows what is up. Law’s face goes grim. He does not react the same as she but he is no stranger to nightmares. There are many horror filled memories in his brain that could rip a similar cry from his lungs.

   She comes awake just as Law reaches out his other hand to shake her from the night terror. When she whips her head around, mind coming back to reality, Law pulls his hand back. He’s not quite sure how to approach this. Their relationship isn’t exactly emotionally open and he’s sure that’s what both he and Nami wants, but still his eyebrows do knit in concern.

   “Don’t apologise,” he says, smooth voice going strangely soft. “It happens.” A pause and again he reaches for Nami, motion a little hesitant before his hand cups her cheek. “You okay?”

[ryxkenkxgami]

for the "fic I won't write" game: lucigo + "end of the road"

rubs my grubby hands together. i miss my wife my ship, tails. i miss them so much

fic that takes place pre-canon for lucigo - aka when they're still in the doomed future. everything is bleak. their parents are all dead. the world has fallen to shit and lucina's the one holding it on her shoulders. she's the Leader. she has to be strong.

everyone is... so young. her younger brother morgan still feels like a baby, drowning in their mom's cloak. he's had to grow up so fast. too fast. and lucina... she feels a million years old. she doesn't know what to do, yet. how to fix this. if they CAN fix this. everything seems impossible, and insurmountable - yeah, maybe they could win, but what then? the world is still in ruins. the people they all love would all still be dead. what would be the point of carrying on in such a broken world?

she's giving up hope. lucina knows she can't, knows out of everyone, she isn't allowed to stop searching. that she has to persevere. but by god is lucina tired. it's inigo, someone who she used to be more comfortable with when they were children, who ends up helping her shoulder the burden. he tells her stories of his mother, of the dances she used to perform. his white hair is somehow still unsullied. somehow still pure, despite the grim future they live in.

he's the one who gives her the strength to keep figuring it out. before she goes to plead to naga with only four gems, they end up stranded away from the others, risen everywhere. collecting supplies probably. they really might die this time, inigo jokes, morbid just like his dad always was. but, inigo tells her, at least he's with her. he'd follow lucina anywhere, always.

they had a good run, he says. he just wishes they could've had more time together. could've found a future where they could've been happy. where he could see her smile again. he promises her if this is it for them, he'll make her smile one last time before they go.

it gives lucina the strength to keep fighting. she doesn't know why, but she isn't ready for inigo to keep that promise just yet. the idea of him dying is more painful than the idea of her dying, right then.

they make it through, but just barely. and when lucina begs naga, and is told they can go back to the past - inigo doesn't hesitate. he'll follow her anywhere. past and future, he'll follow her.

[antihibikase2]

The castle was clear, all of its remaining grunts captured and arrested.

All the sages and Team Plasma's king had fled, but his sisters- goddesses, they were called, willingly turned themselves in without so much as a fight.

They supposed that was preferable to the members who insisted they've done nothing wrong.

In a way, they were right- they only believed in the words of their king, for a future that liberated Pokemon.

But Grimsley could not forgive the members of The Order of The Heart, no matter how earnest or naïve they were.

Regardless of intentions, how could anyone justify the sacrifice of a child for a dragon?

For a recreation of a tale none of them were sure existed?

How could Grimsley allow them to feel anything but shame for what they've done?

He wouldn't. And he knows the league wouldn't either.

Even if, deep down, they all knew that the fault was within themselves for not doing anything sooner.

As soon as Alder allowed it, Grimsley ran back to the spare room they were using as a medical bay, finding Audrea outside with three children; two of which were his previous challengers, and one he had never seen before.

A group of three.

A hero, a warrior, and a scholar.

And a heart. The same heart in the infirmary right now. The same heart that was dying.

"Grims," Audrea addressed him, still maintaining that calm exterior. One of her hands brushes through the hair of the smaller girl, in an attempt to soothe her nerves. "Dr. Colress is inside. You should go in too."

"And you?"

She looks down at the children by her side; the blonde one was hugging her waist and sobbing into her coat, leaning against the warmth of her hand. Hilda was trying to keep herself together, hugging her bag close to her chest and leaned back against the wall.

Hilbert looked off into the distance, tears streaming down his face, nails digging into his palms.

The fact that the league allowed this to happen by not dealing with Team Plasma sooner..

"Got my hands full," She said, cutting off his train of thought. "You go. Check up on your brother."

Brother. Right.

"I'll leave you to it then,"

He enters the bedroom, unprepared for what he was about to witness.

He hears screeching.

"Keep the patient down!"

He stops in his tracks.

He could only imagine what was happening behind the curtains, as Dr. Colress barked orders at the nurses to fetch for a syringe.

The patient was conscious.

Alive.

No longer dead in the arms of his best friend.

But he was erratic.

Screaming.

Seeing things that he wasn't supposed to.

Grimsley couldn't process what he was yelling; something about a hero, a prince, begging for them to cease their fighting, pleading to be saved-

Then silence.

"Dr. Colress," he hears one of the nurses speak. "The patient's heartbeat. It's-"

"Strange, but he'll live." Dr. Colress assured. "This seems to be a result of the poison. I'll look into it further. For now, you two should assist everyone else. This is all you can do for now. I'll call you if I need any more assistance."

The nurses scurry out from behind the curtains, hurriedly greeting Grimsley as they passed by.

"Mr. Slater," Dr. Colress calls. "So you're here. Please, come inside."

Grimsley finds himself moving again.

When he sees the state of his brother, he can't do anything but stand uselessly.

For all his yelling earlier, Dr. Colress is back to a state of calm, as if nothing had happened.

Cheren still looked dead, even if Colress insisted he wasn't.

He wasn't breathing.

"You might want to sit down for this. It may be hard to believe. I personally cannot believe it myself, but if what Team Plasma says is true.."

"Team Plasma," He says, trying to conceal his rage. "Why are we taking their word for anything?"

"Because, Mr. Slater, they were recreating the legend."

He didn't think Dr. Colress would be one for legends.

"And if they succeeded, then that would mean your brother has lost half of his heart."

He doesn't buy it.

Not for a second.

Until Dr. Colress continues talking, pacing around the room as he does so.

"It's unscientific. It's madness. But what you've witnessed tonight here at the league is also the same, isn't it? And if what those lot were saying had a modicum of truth in them," The word "truth" is said with a scoff. "Then it means he was used to awaken Reshiram. And it worked."

"It didn't. The dragon woke up when it wanted to, that's the case with that N guy, isn't it?"

"Zekrom wasn't awakened,"

"Wh-? Yes, it was. Didn't you see the big black dragon on the news?"

"Just because it's moving doesn't mean it's awake. Come now, Mr. Slater,"

Dr. Colress adjusts his glasses as his Magnezone hovers near him, bringing him a tray of medicine.

For a moment, Grimsley felt the room get colder.

"That dragon- compared to the Reshiram under Mr. Blackburn's care, is akin to a wild Pokemon. Though it may have listened to N, it was not completely conscious nor was it tamed."

His Beheyeem flies into the room without a noise, using its psychic abilities to fix Cheren's position on the bed; it lightly surrounds him with an aura of pink and fluffs up his pillows, before leaving again.

"Yes, he gave it commands in battle, but let's ask ourselves the question; was Zekrom listening to his ideals, or was it merely a beast with no direction, only following its sight on what to attack next?"

Grimsley finds himself unable to reply.

Dr. Colress stares at him intently with an unreadable gaze, before he sighs.

For a moment, he seemed like a completely different person.

Not like Dr. Colress, the league's reliable if not overworked medic.

But someone none of them knew of.

But then again, Grimsley didn't really know anyone that well, didn't he?

He glances at his sleeping brother on the bed, wondering how he's going to explain everything to their parents- there was no way Audrea would let him brush this off easy, and even then, was Grimsley willing to leave his side? When he was like this?

"I'll give you a moment," Dr. Colress says, beckoning for Magnezone to follow him. "I'll talk to Audrea and the children outside. If they've calmed down considerably, I'll permit them to enter."

When he leaves Grimsley, alone with his thoughts and with a near corpse, he wonders if Cheren- little Cheri, would have went on this dangerous journey just to see him, if Grimsley had just been home a little more.

Grimsley buries his face in his hands, dreading for the answers and the what-ifs.

When Cheren starts stirring in his sleep, calling out for help that may not arrive, Grimsley could do nothing but mourn.

[nightravens-therapycircle]

Be Prepared - Chapter 3 Preview

Emery Holmes and Grim Watson

A few days had gone by since Crowley dumped all that information about overblot upon Emery and her friends and since Emery learned about Spelldrive. The game wasn’t on her mind much, as she tried her best to occupy herself in Ramshackle’s lounge by trying to get some degree of repair work and cleaning done. Frankly, she had enough of seeing things moving around in the dark. Maybe if she got the place cleaned up enough, the shadows on the walls would stop dancing and—

Emery shook her head. In truth, cleaning Ramshackle worked as the perfect distraction for anything. Especially the shadows that she had been seeing in the dark of the night. At first, it was most likely the ghost just up to their usual tricks, but since they and Emery had grown to be on more amicable terms in the past few weeks… All Emery wanted was to be able to sleep without seeing things. Or walk around Night Raven College in general without seeing things. She swore that someone was following her around since the discussion with the headmaster.

Speaking of him, there was also the fact that Crowley never explained why she saw what she did after Riddle overblotted. Was it just a side-effect of her getting too close too soon? If that was the case, then why didn’t Trey see anything? He was holding Riddle the whole time. Did he see anything? Whatever it was, it was strange. Maybe it was some weird kind of magic? They were told that overblots rarely happened, so it was difficult to figure out.

…and Grim sulking certainly wasn’t helping anything at all.

“Grim,” Emery said, stilling her broom to lean against it. She glared down at the raccoon cat that had sprawled himself across the floor. “If you’re not going to help him, then stop laying on the floor.” She straightened up, attempting to sweep him with the end of the broom. “I’m going to trip over you, not to mention you’re in the way.”

“No,” Grim let out a heavy sigh, rolling over onto his back when Emery pushed him with the broom. “I don’t wanna do anything else that isn’t Spelldrive. Nothing else brings me joy!”

“You’re still not over that?” Grim glared up at her. It was just a simple game. And yet, Grim was laying her and throwing a fit over it. …at least he wasn’t clawing at the curtains or anything.

As if sensing the stillness in the room, the three ghosts that called Ramshackle their home materialized around Emery and Grim. By this point, Emery had gotten so used to their presence that she barely batted an eye. But their focus wasn’t on her. It was on the sulking cat.

“What’s wrong, Grimmy?” said the first of the three ghosts, Gus, as Emery had learned his name was. “What’s got your fur in a bunch?”

“Ignore him,” Emery told the ghostly trio bluntly. She turned away from Grim, going back to sweeping the floor around him. “He’s pouting because Crowley said that Ramshackle isn’t allowed to play in the Spelldrive Tournament since it’s only the two of us here.”

The skeletal, tall ghost — Ezra — came around to hover over Grim. “If you wanna play that bad, we’ll play against ya! We were players that drove the crowd wild over ninety years ago!” The other two ghosts nodded in agreement. Was the game that old…?

“Yeah, but wouldn’t we need seven people?” said Grim, still pouting with arms crossed.

“Doesn’t matter since it’s not official,” Gus told the cat. “Let’s go!”

And that was good enough for Grim. The three ghosts and the raccoon cat rushed outside, Grim moving so fast that he nearly tripped over a loose board on the porch in his effort to make it to the yard. It took Emery a moment and some shouting from Grim to realize that she wouldn’t get anything done and followed outside shortly after. Maybe she could get started on cleaning the yard or something…

Unfortunately, that didn’t work out as planned. Grim began tugging on her pants and pulled her to be on his team, begging and pleading with her to do it.

The full chapter will be up on Ao3 on May 13th!

[bluemmings]

day 34 - midday - pool

dylan & adela @cruelsxmmcr​

the days in the villa can go so slow, literally nothing to do but sit and chat or drink and chat or something and chat. adela's often found basking in the sun trying to steal as much of it as she can before she's inevitably shipped back to newcastle; even on the very slim chance her and dylan win this thing, newcastle would still be waiting for her, cold and probably raining. it's a grim thought when compared to this, compared to where dylan will be heading back to. god, she'd want to be invited right away, barely unpack before she flies off to meet him somewhere. the realisation she's even thinking about it is the only reason she stops, not wanting to get ahead of herself just to fuck it up.

clearly some things are best left to the imagination and adela really wished she was smarter— if she knew then what she knew now she's not sure she'd tempt herself with going to the bakery with dylan, now so aware of what his moans sound like mixed with hers, the heat of their bodies and breath still hot against her skin, even now as she’s trying to cool off in the pool. it's the only thing she's been thinking about all morning; the fact she's such an early bird going against her today since she can't just fuck dylan whenever she wants apparently— there's other people, cast, crew, cameras, and barely anywhere to go to be alone for more than two minutes… honestly ? maybe they should have gone home just so they'd at least get the night in a hotel or something. right now the most she can do is stare, perched up on the side of the pool on her elbows, eyes undressing him so easily with a tell-all smile on her lips as he walks back to her, not at all subtle as eyes drift down along his chest, his arms. once her eyes find his they plead up at him. “ please tell me you’re coming in. ” it’s a demand, a beg, a want— hands already reaching up to invite him. or pull him in if he has to. 

[jedi-valjean]

I think the way Sidious finds out about the multiverse from Grim is hilarious. Sidious literally has his lightsaber pointed at her neck and then this interaction happens:

Grim looked up at him, fearful for her life. She tried to hold back the tears in her eyes but failed, though she wasn’t going to plead or beg for mercy. “What’re you going to do?” she asked. “Kill me?” “If I wanted to kill you, I would have already,” he told her. “How much do you know?” “I know a lot of things, you’re going to have to be more specific. Are you talking about how much I know about math and science or are you asking about how much I know about this universe and you being a Sith Lord?” she retorted, before suddenly realizing what she said.

The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim, Part III: The Rain, Chapter 20: The Moment Of Truth And The Moment To Lie

First of all, Grim knows Sidious could absolutely kill her then and there and she is completely defenseless against him and she still makes the "What're you going to do? Kill me?" remark. AND THEN SHE GOES ON TO CONTINUE TO SASS HIM- and it's because of that she slips up and says this universe. To which Sidious immediately catches.

It's Grim's own fault Palpatine knows about her because she was trying to sass him while he could literally kill her at any moment and she knows it.

The full way he found out about Grim being from another universe was because Grim broke and told him but that only got to that point because Grim tried to sass Sidious and also that's not the point-

Palpatine: Give me relevant information

Grim: Pffft, define relevant information, I know a lot of info about this universe

Palpatine: This universe? My, that is relevant, thank you

Grim: FU—

[kenziesprecher]

Update on my sim family sorry no pictures.

Let’s begin with the story of Mckenzie and Matt. They had one daughter before moving to San Sequoia then due to the new game update with infants, the game gave Mckenzie triplets. If the game wasn’t hard enough with the new update of infants, it certainly is harder now, so before they moved to sans Sequoia , the one daughter was an infant and the nanny, Mckenzie and Matt refused to take care of the infant. The nanny was like you’re the parents and the parents were like but you’re the nanny and so nobody was responding to the infant, forcing me to use the cheat codes to keep the infant alive.  then I went and saved all of the family portraits starting from when it was those two to the infant to the puppies that they adopted didn’t know that there was a bug in the game that if you took the portraits or photos and put them into your family or household inventory that they don’t show up anymore I never had to deal with this bug before so I didn’t know so on upon moving into San sequoia I discovered the bug and I was so upset because this is supposed to be my Legacy family so I need to have the original starters at least their pictures so I’ve been taking photos of them putting them in that little photo frame that rotates photos every so often I don’t remember what it’s called so within 72 hours of them moving into San Sequoia they ended up with triplets now I’ve had to age, cheat them up because the parents wouldn’t let the baby sleep. I don’t get it, so I think the new crib is the high chair and speaking of the fucking high chair. My toddlers don’t want to sit in the highchair, they said they fix the bug, but I don’t believe them because my fucking toddler won’t sit in the highchair.. it has been frustrating and that’s not the least of it after I cheated aging my infants into toddlers the family decided to go to the splash park they spent maybe five minutes there and they all went home so pissed about it especially since I moved into the lot that’s right across the street from the splash pad so I was like perfect. I don’t have to wait for anything to load. My Sims can go just straight there, nope they want nothing to do with it not a thing so they built the treehouse and after building the treehouse, Matt had a midlife crisis and decided that he needed a space picture you know one of the collectors, so he was looking through the telescope and saw a meteorite was coming right at him so guess what he fucking died I had to beg and plead with the fucking Grim Reaper to keep his fucking ass alive Now I haven’t played much of Sims since it came out in 2014. I started buying them at the end of 2016 but my computers have always been so shitty. They weren’t gaming PCs they were laptops. They weren’t gaming laptops they were just normal laptops I’ve only ever really built. I’ve never really played the game so now that I’m playing the game for the first time ever. It’s been so frustrating because they’re stupid they’re plain fucking stupid. Not like this game is stupid but like they’re not intelligent even though that their logic skills are maxed to 10 they’re still stupid I don’t get it I don’t get it sure it’s been entertaining to play the game but the all the fucking moodlets that are in there annoy me  Matt was flirty because him and Mckenzie woohooed in the shower and so he had that mood lit of being flirty for like three hours so then him and Mckenzie and fucking Kyle don’t even give me started about Kyle were playing simbles and she got jealous of Matt, because he was flirty. OK since you asked about Kyle matts original name in the game is not Matt it was a different name which also happen to be the name of the guy that I had a fling with that looks like fucking Kyle in the game so I had to rename Matt Matt. And I don’t care for the name Matt I don’t like it. So since Friday when I could start playing it which is almost a week now I am enraged. I am enraged. So that’s the update on my Sim family I don’t have pictures because I suck about taking pictures in game. I hope y’all have a good laugh at my expense 🤣🤣🤣🤣