#jace fan fiction

[art4hhart]

☙ rules & dc ☙

Hi everyone! these are my rules for reqs, and little disclaimers.

since i haven’t been here that long, i don’t expect much requests, but they are always open!!

my messages are always open too, feel free to ask me anything :)

right now i am only working on fics of jace and his characters, but i hope to be making more of other people too. some of them may be: matt & chris sturniolo, rafe cameron/drew starkey (and his other roles), joost klein, gilbert blythe, joseph descamps/vassili schneider, timothee chalamet, marcus & martinus, jared padalecki/dean forester, jj maybank and much more, so you can definitely request me on someone i put in here.

you can request me anything, as long it is not NSFW or inappropriate things about the actor(s) themself, i will only write 18+ about their (fictional) characters. i also don’t allow it if you want them to be under the age of 18.

if you request anything, please be detailed and clear. that way it’s easier for me to write or make something based on your request.

i have a lot of special interests, such as (making) art, history (specifically the 1800’s), books & reading, writing (ofc 😛), dancing, ballet, painting, ANYTHING (dainty) vintage, fanfictions, traveling, shopping, thrifting, working out, drawing, the country france and their language, all of my celebrity crushes, poetry and much moree. i probably will (re)post about these a lot :)

since my native language is not english, i am probably gonna make some (grammer) mistakes in my posts. feel free to correct me, tips are always welcome.

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[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 23: Dance

A/N: I am officially now caught up, with Reward being posted earlier today and Sacrifice and Partners being posted yesterday.

Time: 25 ATC, 6 months post Eva and Theron getting married.

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This is part of that yet-to be-fully-written fic about the galactic celebration for the end of the Eternal Empire/Fleet that Lana planned, because she didn't get the coronation for Eva that she wanted. The first part was prompted by @commanderlurker back in 2021. Then I commissioned @caffeinatedrogue to illustrate the outfits for the gala...

And now I'm about another 2000 words into this venture, but y'all are getting the most relevant 924 for Fluffy February 2024.

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“Oh, no.”

At some course in between the main and dessert (Eva forgot how much cheese and more wine had pass through her hands and/or paid an extended visit), Theron said something that sounded more sad than snarky, for once.

“What?” she purred over the rim of her wine glass.

“Jace.”

“Are you still –”

“No.  Not that.” 

Eva finally looked over at Theron and then followed his gaze to –

Jace.

And Satele.  She’d shown up.  She’d actually shown up, and in her old Jedi robes – not the recent ones.  The ones with the gold trim, her hair neatly braided.  She actually looked like she was here to politely celebrate and mingle, as if she hadn’t disappeared.

…

Eva realized she hadn’t said anything to Theron, again. 

But based on his expression, Theron wasn’t think of that right now.  “…I worked security at one of these things, years ago.  Before I knew who he was.”  Theron shifted in his seat and took a big swallow of his glass of wine before continuing.  “It was really, really sad then.  When I found out everything… it hit me like a sack of rocks later.”

Eva shifted closer in her seat toward him, so he could keep his voice low.

“He asked her to dance.  One more time, for old time’s sake.”

Almost in pantomime, Eva saw the same thing playing out again.

“She refused him.  He told her he understood, that he wasn’t going to try to start something or win an argument.  He just wanted to celebrate with someone ….”

Theron’s hesitance won Eva’s attention again.  There was some dull and dead outrage there, some sort of frustration.  But mostly, Theron just looked sad.  “Someone who survived the war like he did.  Someone, who saw it all, like he did.  He wanted to dance with his friend.”

Theron carefully, deliberately met her gaze, as if concerned his emotions would spill all over the table and interrupt dinner.  His hand found hers. 

And there was Jace, reaching one more time, and having nothing in his hands.  Not even his old friend.

Satele had already turned and found a convenient floor-to-ceiling window, disappearing behind the curtain.  Eva knew she was a good enough slicer to escape out the window.   So did Theron.  They didn’t move to stop her.

Time to dance, Eva decided, with one last glug of wine.

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“Colonel Malcom.”

His heart in some strange place between his boots and his throat, he turned, already correcting the speaker, “That’s Supreme Commander –”

Jace stopped himself.  Eva.  Theron’s wife.  The Commander of the Alliance.

He felt himself come off the high wire that Satele always put him on.  If she wasn’t a Jedi, he’d wonder if it was on purpose.  He knew it wasn’t, but that didn’t stop him from feeling that way, all the ways, he did about her.    “I haven’t been Colonel since Alderaan.”

“And you’d have to be what, twenty-seven years younger now in order to take me out to dinner?” came the quick-as-a-whip answer.

And suddenly, he was back in that room with Brom and that absolutely audacious smuggler –

Jace’s brain stalled as he realized --

“I knew I’d met you before,” Jace managed say, staring at her.  “It…it just wasn’t at Keylander.”

Eva smiled, mischievous and high-spirited, looking more like she did at 23(ish?) than she did now at 30 (Jace had sent a Jawagram, like he did for Theron). 

And then, a moment of absolute, abject panic.  “Does Theron know that you --?”

“We’ve been joking about that dinner offer for ten years.  On and off,” she replied, waggling her hand in reference to the years lost in carbonite.  As if it was joke, and it didn’t mean so much to them –

Eva rolled on, as ever, ebullient and the absolute life of the party.  “So, obviously, I’m going home with Theron tonight, and I’ve already had dinner.  What say we have a dance?” 

Jace felt his mouth drop open, slightly, but only for a second.  “I – it’s not necessary.”

…as smart as he knew he could be, it was only now that Jace realized she had seen Satele and felt bad for him and –

Probably, so had Theron.  Jace cast a look over at the table where Eva and Theron had been sitting. 

…there wasn’t an empty seat beside Eva’s.  Theron was still there, talking to the woman who had sat at Eva’s left, Lana Beniko.

…he hadn’t chased after her.  He hadn’t left Eva behind.

….good for him.  Good for them.

“Oh, come on, Colonel.  One dance between old friends.”  Then Eva let a pause come between them, just long enough to make him look at her and that really pretty dress.  “Your feet will thank you for my friendship with Lenn of House Teraan.”

That name clicked, in a bad way, for Jace.  “He… you know he didn’t survive the Eternal Fleet barrage on Alderaan.”

Undeterred, Eva straightened up, and suddenly, she was every bit … not the Voidhound, not a queen or empress, but someone who certainly demanded that sort of reverence: the Captain.   “We’ll toast to absent friends later.  The living can dance.”

As if by magic (or on cue, knowing her), the band struck up some ubiquitous waltz that everyone had danced to before, and Jace picked up the first step, and off they spun.

Jace supposed, twelve years after he’d turned her down for dinner and six months after she’d married his son, he and Eva were old friends.

And after a few wars, that was hard to find. 

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@fluffyfebruary

[theeholytrinity]

longing comes running || fem jacaerys || jacemond (jacaerys x aemond) || 4/? || 25.8k words:

Chapter 1: Rhaenyra

“Valaena,” she answers after a long while. “Valaena Velaryon,” it sounds so right, for her babe girl, her firstborn and heir. The first recorded Valaena Velaryon had been half Targaryen through her mother as well and she had birthed the conquerors who united the realm with fire and blood and forged the seat Rhaenyra’s daughter will one day sit. 

Chapter 2: Valaena

However, in their land, when you bleed you are somewhat of a woman. Part child, part woman. A maid, a bastard one no less. Bastards grow up quicker than normal children, she reminds herself. With this in mind, she tries to make sense of the events that followed her early flowering and tries to find a justifiable reason for why he did what he did. 

Chapter 3: Aemond

It had started off so silly, this thing between them. They were young then, and so their blood had run lustfully hot with the passions of youth. 

.....

Her skin is like kindling to the flame in his loins, his mouth consuming flesh after tantalizing flesh to feed the fire. 

Chapter 4: Valaena

Aemond, she finds, isn't someone you like right away. He has to grow on you, as moss on the stone, as ivy on walls, crawling its way up and weaving itself into the cracks. But you learn to like the smell of it, moss and ivy, learn to appreciate the simplistic beauty they offer even as they consume what they touch, as wild as wildfire. Such a flame is he to Valaena. 

[djlexi]

When I see Aegon all I hear is that one song from

Donzell Taggart - Flames

Though this could apply to most character from HOTD

[littlegoldenbirdie]

Black Fog idea

I think we/I can have it both ways with this story by referring to the one tormenting little Nicol simply as 'the shadow' and the like. We'll know the culprit is actually Ashiok, but the characters in the story won't. After all, I doubt any of them even know the nightmare-weaver exists, let alone any other relevant information.

How's that sound, folks? Let me hear what you think!

[thelakeuknowinurnearbypark]

what in the fanfic trope is this

watch till the end!!!

source

[connorsui]

AT FIRST I THOUGHT THIS WAS A FUUULL FICC 😭😭😭I WAS SO CONFUSED WHEN I MADE IT TO THE END 💀...is like ...I made it to the elevator ...but the doors just shut on me 🧍‍♀️..EITHER WAYY THOO THIS WAS FUCKING AAAMMZZINNGG

Cuz let me sayyy ...I lowkey hope we don't end up with jace ..I don't know why! ..but he's giving attitude.....-- and fucking aemma ...now listen I know she's just making all of us follow the rules and be the best of the best to be✨️ presentable ✨️BUT SHE CAME OFF AS A BITCH 😭 I even felt threatened just reading her IGNORING US

I was so comfy ...so happy..soo willing to talk about dornish history with aemond .-- ...but now also we gonna deal with floris not being a girls girl ..like WHY do I feel like she's gonna be a problem later 🧍‍♀️ -- I feel my delulu giving imaginations of shit she's gonna plan later on

She gives me bad vibes ⏬️

....anyway in all short I loved this and I love you and if I can get tagged for future stuff I will love you more ...please and thank you 🩷😭

👑The girl in the silver dress👑New version

Aemond x reader

Tags: Fluffish, royalty, modernroyalty, theselection

Cool devider credits: firefly graphics

🔷Summary: You are invited to become a selected girl for Prince Jacaerys's selection. You never thought you would fall for his uncle, prince Aemond instead.

🔷Author's note: Based on the books by Kiera Cass, but reading them is not required.

🔷Wordcount :5393

🔷Warnings: It is not a very dark or triggering fic. If you found something that upsets you, however let me know ill change the warnings

The life you had before the palace was as a child’s coloring book before growing up. You didn't bother about crossing over the lines, no one told you to stop adding hats to the animals you coloured in, or to stop using so much pink and glitters. There was no line you could cross, no scissors wrapped in papers who could cut you open without you realizing.

All of that changed for better or worse when you were selected for the Selection of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon or as he would soon be known under his ruling name, King Jacaerys Velyaron. 

You never thought you would be selected. There are strict laws that only noble ladies from the minor houses can join the month-to-a-year-long competition where the Seven Kingdoms are introduced to his future bride. 

It is more than a beauty pageant. The skills of each bride are tested. The selection does not require mere Valyrian blood or beauty alone anymore. It has become a deadly game full of manipulation, lies, tricks, schemes and plots. Things you know nothing of.

Your house is not as grand as Baratheon, or as rich as Lannister, your house…It has always been decent. Your parents sheltered you from court life and tried giving you a normal life, as normal as one could have with your titles. And now, it all would change

You sit in the dining room of the royal castle, known as the Red Keep. The castle has survived multiple wars, sieges, treasons and deaths long before any of its current inhabitants graced this world, and many more would follow before you all are bones.

In front of you is a silver plate with a spoon, a fork, a knife and a glass. You never knew you cutted your food wrong or that you lean that much with your elbows on a table until your princess training began. 

It is all so terribly confusing. There are 35 girls here, and they want the same as you do. They want to be the one for Prince Jacaerys. They want to sit next to him at official functions and parties, they want one day to be his love, to continue his legacy and perhaps more than Jace, they want this glamorous life. 

You tell yourself that this uneasy feeling, that you don’t quite belong here, will fade. It has to. These girls are all from higher noble houses and used to courtly manners and training. Of course you will be a bit out of place at first. 

A gorgeous black-haired girl with a clear stag necklace with diamonds speaks up, rising from her chair as if she is already proclaimed queen. She turns to the woman who is tasked with guiding and teaching you all how to behave accordingly as the consort of the king. That lady is called Lady Aemma Arryn, yet you may refer to her as Lady Aemma or Lady Arryn. 

The girl’s voice has a slight accent from the Stormlands. ‘’When will we meet the royal family?’’ You believe her name is Floris, but you are not sure. You become slightly worried by her question, as you are in no state of preparation to meet anyone or anything royal at all.

Your teacher sighs, annoyed by this question. ‘’Patience, girls. I won’t introduce you to any royal. Some of you can curtsy but others would fall flat on their faces.’’ She doesn't even glance in your direction. So why do you feel as if she speaks directly about you?

Floris nods to that with a sweet smile, her eyes blinking rapidly. ‘’That would be embarrassing.’’ She says, eying the girls around the table, including you. You pretend to be too busy with your glass to notice.

Lady Aemma smiles. ‘’Yes it would.’’ She says, with a thinly veiled laugh. ‘’For you it would be.’’ She adds with a charming smile.

A few girls giggle delighted by this spectacle and amazing comeback. Floris becomes furious and you fear that for now, Lady Aemma has made an enemy. ‘’Ladies, focus. Remember: You are always one step away from a scandal.’’ The grand doors of the dining room open.

35 heads turn at the same time, taking in the mysterious visitors. It is two young adult males, both dressed in black, with each a motorcycle helmet under their arms. One is slightly taller yet the smaller one stands out the most thanks to his cheekish, boyish and almost taunting grin. 

Nervous chatter erupts among most girls, as they already seem to know who these two men are. You wonder if one of these two men is Jacaerys. The smaller one speaks, and despite the distance between you and him he speaks as if he is sitting right next to you, almost purring in your ear and sending shivers down your spine. ‘’I didn’t know the royal harem had been invited already.’’ 

You are offended by his comment and frown. The selection is not a harem. One girl will be chosen. One. This is nothing like a harem. The taller man remains silent, his expression unreadable as a book in a foreign language you only heard in a dream.

Lady Aemma smiles and for a moment you believe her. You believe she is happy to see both. Until the corners of her mouth slightly begin to hang in displeasure or perhaps pure disgust when she greets the man.

‘’Prince Aegon.’’ You slowly lift your elbows again from the table, quickly sitting straight. ‘’Forgive me, you nor your brother were expected back so quickly.’’ Aegon, or rather prince Aegon approaches the long table with 35 young women that stare at him as if he is a statue that has come to life.

Aegon takes no offense. ‘’It is no matter, Lady Aemma.’’ He makes sure to put a little extra effort on the lady word. ‘’You are getting old, after all.’’ Lady Aemma turns her head so he can’t see her scowl, very subtly before looking at the selected girls again.

She speaks to you all. ‘’Girls, this is Prince Aegon, and Prince Aemond. Please stand up for them, and make a curtsy as is custom.’’ You all stand up before following her orders, making a curtsy or a bow.

Aegon seems to enjoy the attention when his brother remains in the background, unaware of your gaze slowly shifting from Aegon's eyes to his own. When he finally notices your gaze, he scowls. Your smile dies and you turn your gaze to the glass in front of you. Aemond and Aegon leave soon after that, having caused quite the uproar among the selected.

The girl a few chairs away from you speaks, her blue and gorgeous dress reveals she is from either the Arryn, or perhaps a Velyaron. ‘’Is Jace just as pretty as them?’’ She wonders, her voice a little sigh of a girl slowly falling in love.

Lady Aemma scowls at her, before insulting the girl. ‘’Prince Jacaerys to you, and have some self-respect and decorum.’’ A few girls giggle, but you don’t join this time as you take in the sad smile of the girl, clearly embarrassed. 

Two months in the selection and you feel less like a failure every passing day. One day, when you are busy practicing the dance of the dragons, Lady Aemma returns from her walk. Several girls who have been practicing break up their dances, but you and your partner keep engaged in the dance. The girl was shy at first, keeping her movements stiff and ungracious, but after your encouraging smile and jokes about how you look like a parrot when you dance, she has loosened up and dances as if she is the most free and spirited girl out there. Her name is Maris. You and Maris smoothly glide over the dance floor, leaving jealous eyes behind. Not jealousy aimed at you, but at Maris or the bond you two have. Lady Aemma quietly walks over, her hands folded in front of her blue dress when she takes in the movements you and Maris make, faithful to the waltz.

She smiles, nodding in slight approval. You are shocked and you can tell that Maris is too. ‘’Good, especially you, Lady Baratheon. You are a natural.’’ To you, she does not utter a word but gives you a warning glare before turning her head to the other girls. You and Maris finally break up your dance so you can listen to what Lady Aemma has to say.

She sighs, deeply and very unbecoming of a lady, before speaking. ‘’Ladies, it is with great displeasure and my greatest fear that I must admit to myself, and you all, as adults, that you are finally ready to meet what could become your future family in law, as well his royal highness, prince Jacaerys Velyaron.’’ You hear Maris gasp, as well as other girls who giggle and mutter excitedly. Lady Aemma glares at one girl who lets out an excited cheer. ‘’Do not make me regret this.’’ She warns the girl in particular. 

That evening, you are prepared to meet the royal family. You are put in a silver coloured dress with transparent sleeves,  befitting your house colors. The other girls are dressed as well, each in another dress with a different model. When the selection started you all were giving a tailor, a handmaiden, a team of make-up artists and dressmakers. 

You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t nervous to meet the royal family. They have a reputation for being intense people. They dislike outsiders joining their royal private circle, and for centuries banned people for even joining theirs. Now the rules have changed, and you are prepared for your meeting, hearing other girls talk with their teams.

Lady Floris Baratheon wears a dark black with gold gown, sleeveless with a huge diamond choker. Again, it would be a lie if you wouldn’t admit she wears it very well. She orders her maids to tighten her corset even more, before her small feet glide into her dark black heels.

You hear sniffs beside you, and turn your head to a gorgeous blonde crying girl in a red gown. Her make-up artist sighs. ‘’I can’t work like this. The girl keeps crying and it ruins the eyeliner I put on her.’’ Is he heartless? You feel conflicted as you take in her big puffy red eyes. She is upset.

The dressmaker does her best to comfort the girl, but fails miserably because of her annoyed glare and her tight pressed lips. ‘’You are ruining everything we worked so hard for with your tears.’’ She warns the girl. 

That only makes the girl feel even more terrible. ‘’I don’t know. What if he hates this? What if he hates me?’’  Your chest tightens as you become worried about that too.

A woman with her gorgeous silver locks high up on a knot in the Valyrian style, approaches the girl, gently taking her hands into her own. ‘’He doesn’t know you, he can’t hate you yet.’’ She tells the girl, who slowly calms down because of this act of sincere genuine kindness. That is all she needed.

The girl continues giving her advice as you listen in on them, feeling terrible that you do so. ‘’Jacaerys is very kind, and takes his role and the selection very seriously. He will have a small talk with all of us. Just be yourself, Jace likes that the most.’’ She finally notices you listening in. Instead of glaring or snapping at you, she smiles. ‘’You look beautiful. Silver is your color.’’

You are speechless. The girl she helped, is not. ‘’Thank you, Lady Baela. You’re always very kind to me.’’ She sniffs. ‘’If my face wasn’t full of snot and ruined make-up, I’d hug you.’’ 

Lady Baela smiles, yet beams at the compliment before taking the girl’s hand. After Baela has cleaned her face for her, and put on a fresh layer of much less expressive make-up, she takes the girl by her hand. ‘’I’m simply speaking my truth, lady Dyana. Come, we’ll go in together. I met the royal family before. They are actually very nice.’’

Floris snaps her head to Baela, taking in her dark blue puffy gown as she scoffs, clearly hating the seahorses that are embroidered on it. ‘’Where the hell would a girl like you met the royals before?’’ She asks, her voice clearly jealous.

Baela smiles, sweetly. ‘’Be careful, Lady Floris. Green clashes with black.’’ She walks with Dyana to the people by the doors, to let them know they are ready. You smile, faintly until you notice Floris approaching you.

She takes in your plain silver dress. ‘’You’re the nameless girl.’’ That is one way to greet you.

You shrug. ‘’What if I am?’’

Floris sighs, deeply as if you are just stupid before giving you some friendly advice meant as a threat. ‘’Just don’t bother, dear. A prince like Jace wants a girl with a house, banners, and good men to fight his wars.’’

You might suck at dancing, at court manners, public speaking, but the history and the books? That is something you excel at. You turn your head. ‘’Lady Floris. Perhaps if you spent as much time with your nose in a book as you did making others feel miserable, you would know that the last time the Seven Kingdoms had a war was hundreds of years ago. I suggest you spent more time reading, no man likes a girl that can’t keep up with him.’’ A few girls overhear and giggle among themselves, as Floris becomes a dark shade of red. You let her be, before telling the crew you are ready as well.

You are let in at the same time as Dyana. You take a moment to take in the grand chandelier, dangling from the ceiling, the polished marble tiles and the buffet tables with delicious sweets and glasses of champagne. The curtains that cover the tall windows are in a red color with dark black details, and you hear a faint orchestra play an upbeat tune as the selected are paraded to the royal family. 

You feel like you don’t belong here at all, suddenly. You and Dyana both approach the royal family. You will curtsy to every member, and when he has the time, Prince Jacaerys will formally meet his selected, making a conversation of about 3 minutes with every girl. You feel nervous, so you wonder how Lady Dyana  is feeling. She must feel even worse. She is close to crying again. You wait for her to catch your glance. She finally looks at you, a little nervous and worried.

You wink at her, causing her to giggle loudly. The royals snap their heads in her direction, but Jace’s lips curl into an approving smile, before grinning back. Dyana makes a deep, beautiful curtsy for Jacaerys. He speaks to her, smiling as well, before likely asking what she was laughing about. Dyana nods to your direction and Jace follows her gaze to you. Jace nods as if he thanks you, before taking off with Dyana.

Your hand is grabbed and you are tugged out of the line by Lady Aemma. You smell her intense parfum as you are dragged to the side. ‘’I had hoped you learned by now.’’ She sighs, almost disappointed in you. She turns her body so she can look at you.

You blink, confused. ‘’Had learned what, Lady Aemma?’’ You ask, your voice soft. ‘’Dyana seemed nervous-’’

She grabs your shoulders, breaking protocol. ‘’These girls are not your friends, Y/N. They would throw you from the towers so they can hold Jace’s hand when he takes in your corpse. Every girl is here for herself. You should be too.’’ She warns you, but you are not angry. Just upset.  Deep down, you know very well she is right. ‘’You are a sweet, genuine girl with a kind, gentle heart. It won’t lead you anywhere with this family. Take it from me. Kind girls, finish last.’’ She looks at King Viserys when speaking. ‘’If they reach the finish at all, that is.’’ You heard Floris once tell a story that Lady Aemma was a Queen once, but that Viserys degraded her because she could not deliver him a healthy child. Others say that Alicent used her dark magic on the king, breaking their relationship. So you don’t really know if there is truth to those rumors, and if so, how much truth.

‘’Come, Jacaerys is occupied, but the other members of the family must be greeted.’’ She takes you with her, walking you to the other members of the very well dressed royal family. ‘’May I present, Lady Y/N?’’ Princess Regent Rhaenyra is the first to address you.

Her dress takes your breath away, it is a dark black gown with red and golden details, but on her back are dragon wings. You drop in a low respectful curtsy before lowering your gaze. The princess smiles, approvingly before telling you to rise with a nod. ‘’My. Your dress is by far the simplest, but still the most beautiful out here. You must share your tailor with me.’’ She rambles excitedly. ‘’I love the little sparkles.’’ She seems like a sweet kind woman. You don’t understand why the media calls her cruel. ‘’And I saw what you did for your fellow selected. You have taken my interest, I don’t doubt you’ll hold Jacaerys soon as well.’’

You are brought before the king next, King Viserys. Aemma does not speak a single word, but you drop into another curtsy. The king speaks, and you worry for madness coming out. But it is far from madness. It is plain, true, as clear as a piece of well forged glass. ‘’It is a wonderful day, seeing a common girl grace the halls with the posture and decorum of a true born royal. Your kindness with the girl did not go unnoticed.’’ He speaks very kindly and you almost feel as if you are back at home again. He nods to Dyana who is now dancing with Jacaerys, in the waltz you practiced, not a care in the world. ‘’A ruler must have a kind heart, that beats for her people.’’

You are shocked and honored by his compliments. ‘’Y-your majesty, King Viserys. Your words honor me.’’ You speak, your voice touched by his kindness. 

A sharp but elegant voice cuts in, interrupting you, protocol and the reality is brought back in. ‘’May I cut in?’’ A beautiful red haired woman in a dark green gown with sharp spikes smiles at you, and you know she is Queen Alicent.

Viserys nods, smiling as you gulp silently. ‘’Of course, dear. This is her majesty, Queen Alicent Hightower.’’ You make another deep curtsy, and you can’t understand why she is called a witch or worse in the media sometimes.

Alicent smiles at Aemma. Aemma smiles back, unchallenged. You can read rivalry and hatred in both their eyes. Until Alicent speaks. ‘’Surely your flock needs help? I’ll take over for you. She only needs to meet my sons and the little princes.’’ The flock, being selected girls. You feel insulted and a little frightened when Alicent takes you with her, not giving Aemma a chance to save you. She walks you to the two young adult men, no longer in leather and jeans, but in suit and tie. They look extraordinarily handsome, for sure. But you are not here for them.

Prince Aegon sighs, muttering to his brother how bored he is. Prince Aemond does not even respond, having his hands folded on the back of his suit jacket, and his good eye is aimed at you, and you alone as a bee in trance of a blooming flower. Aegon even waves his hand in front of Aemond’s good working eye, before Aemond snaps at him, likely telling him to behave. You find it wondrous how he is the youngest, yet act as the eldest.

Alicent presents you to her sons. ‘’Aemond, Aegon…’’ She glares at the latter, warning him with that. ‘’This is Lady Y/n.’’ You dip in another curtsy, smiling at both royals who do nothing to even acknowledge your existence. 

The silence is painfully awkward as Alicent leaves. You speak, your voice soft and sincere. ‘’I am honored.’’

The eldest prince scoffs, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants. ‘’I imagine you would be.’’ You try to find your tongue, to say something sharp and witty but all that comes out is a very soft:

‘’Pardon?’’

Aegon laughs, gesturing around him. ‘’We are royalty, you are like a peasant. We are the lions, you are our gazelle.’’ You feel nauseous at that description, as if he can rip you to shreds. 

You turn your head to the other prince who remains silent. The prince follows your gaze. ‘’Don’t talk to my brother, he is not very talkative. Unless you like to talk about ancient Dornish statues, or banter on endless debates about historic battles.’’ You would much rather be getting a drink, then to be in the crossfire between those two.

Aemond hisses, clearly a bit embarrassed in his rough voice. ‘’Aegon.’’

You see an opening. And so you take it. ‘’I quite like Dornish statues. My father is the patron of art conversionship in Sunspear.’’ Aegon bristles, scoffing when sipping his drink when Aemond looks at you as if he only sees you now for the first time. He sees the real you, for the first time.  ‘’You do? You don’t…’’ He clears his throat. ‘’Find it boring?’’

Your father has been patron of persevering Dornish and other foreign cultural works, protecting it from greedy graverobbers and folks who think other people’s cultures belong in their own house. He makes sure the local museums display it, earn money from it and profit from it but most of all: That Dornish aritfacts remain in Dorne. Your dad does admirable work, some would call it boring, perhaps. But how else can you learn from history, if you don’t cherish and protect it?

Your words come blurting out, before you can stop them, quoting your father. ‘’Only a soul with little imagination would find history boring.’’ Aegon stops sipping his drink, looking at you with newfound interest. But Aemond has become absolutely silent, a smile on his pink soft lips.

You forgot yourself for a brief moment. These men are above you. ‘’I-..’’

The younger prince talks, his rough but soft voice leaving his mouth. ‘’I concur.’’ He nods, even. ‘’What is your favorite piece?’’ He brings his champagne glass to his lips before taking a sip.

You watch, before answering the question. ‘’It’s a cliche, but Nymeria’s statues, the ones that have been constructed by her family.’’ You tell him, with a dismissive little laugh.

The prince does not agree with you. ‘’Is it a cliche, or is it a classic?’’ You are dumbstruck at that comment, feeling all your wit leave your body. He smiles, reassuring that he does not find your interests stupid. And that is something no one else did before. He in fact, takes the bait and asks you things. ‘’The one’s at Sunspear or the one’s at Dornegarden? Of course, a lot of smaller statues have been build all over Dorne to honor her.’’ You are impressed by his knowledge.

You nod. Dornegarden is on your bucket list. ‘’Dornegarden’s are my favorite. The statues are so immensely huge, as if she is a goddess looking down at you.’’ You describe it the way your father described it to you.

Beyond his shyness you can see a small smile appearing, gentle as a first snowflake in november. ‘’Ah, I can see why you like her. She was clever, fierce and beautiful too.’’ You blush, unintended. 

You know it is polite to ask, but part of you is dying to know. ‘’And yours?’’ Aemond opens his mouth but sadly, the pig that is his brother interrupts, ruining this precious moment and shutting Aemond up.

Aegon grins. ‘’He has a fascination for everything depressing, doomed and disastrous.’’ You try to think of a specific name that comes to mind. Isn’t all history depressing, dooming and disastrous, in certain ways? 

‘’Oryn.’’ Aemond mumbles, quietly.

You hear it perfectly. If he were in a crowd of thousand screaming men, you would hear it just as clear. ‘’Oryn?’’ You find that an interesting intriguing choice.

Aemond nods, his silver hair going up and down.‘’Yeah.’’

‘’I like his statues.’’ You tell him. His temple was destroyed by his usurper, the king’s brother, when Oryn was cut in pieces. The foul king took Oryn’s wife as well.

The prince takes a bigger sip of his champagne, his body language suddenly tense and clearly distressed. ‘’You don’t have to lie to me. I know no one really gives a fuck about him.’’ He mutters as if he hates himself for caring as much as he does.

You step closer to the prince before speaking your truth. ‘’I’m not lying, his story is a tragedy but it doesn’t mean that the story isn’t worth telling. It has betrayal, brotherly love, devotion and romance. How can you not love it?’’ You bring out your smartphone from your handbag, showing Aemond a few photo’s your father sent on his recent travels. ‘’They found his grave recently. My dad was there when they cut the rock open.’’ Aemond’s mood changes back from sullen to excited, to impressed, yet still reserved.

‘’No way.’’ He murmurs, looking at the little screen as if it’s a diamond. ‘’Your father leads the expedition?’’ He sounds impressed, and you blush.

You know the Dornish would never. Too long, Westerosi grave robbers from the Crownlands have taken Dornish artifacts. ‘’No, the Dornish lead it themselves. Father simply is invited, because he protects the art faithfully. The Dornish have closed him in their hearts.’’ 

Aemond understands that, still his eyes are glued to your phone, taking in every detail on the dark photo. ‘’Oh, yes, of course.’’

He mutters to himself.‘’Where did they even find this?’’

You tell what your father told you. ‘’A farmer found it. Apparently his son was playing and saw a crack in a rock. They rolled the rock away, revealing a cave. Inside the cave, there was his tomb.’’ The rest of the world seems to fade when you and Aemond talk, the worries and fears of not fitting in miles away.

He grins, smiling, letting out a little chuckle. ‘’I love that. I doubt his brother knew of it. His supporters must have made it, after Oryn was slain.’’ His brother would be Prince Razar, the brother of Prince Oryn, and Princess Farya.

He is an Oryn supporter, so perhaps he likes to hear this as well. ‘’Dad says they found traces of Queen Farya. Flowers were left. They withered, but they are testing the remains. They think they already know it are Dornish daisies.’’ You tell him.

The simple grin he lets out does something to your heart. ‘’Her favorite, according to many poems out of that time.’’ 

You nod. ‘’Yes, exactly.’’

Aemond becomes a little more serious, still rambling on, happy to finally have found someone, anyone that listens. ‘’Do you think that she was even allowed to visit her brother’s grave? Or out of the palace?’’

You think deeply before speaking. You avoid his gaze. ‘’Perhaps in secret? When people are meant to be together…’’

He answers without missing a moment. ‘’They will find a way.’’ You smile at one another, both lost in each other’s eyes.

He breaks eye-contact, nodding to the phone. ‘’This is certainly amazing. Thank you for showing me this.’’

You take back your phone, putting it in the handbag. ‘’Have you ever been in Dorne, my Prince?’’ You wonder. Aemond seems to slightly blush.

He nods. ‘’Yes, many times. I go as often as my duties allow me.’’ You inwardly sigh, delighted. That must be so wonderful.

The prince then turns to look at you. ‘’And you?’’

You shrug, a little playing with your handbag.‘’It’s a heartwish of mine.’’ You confess.

Aegon makes a strange sound, startling you as if he is about to puke any moment. ‘’Give me a fucking bucket.’’ he comments, grumpily you both ignored him for so long. You feel embarrassed and mocked.

Aemond’s smile dies and he is back to hiding his emotions. ‘’Aegon, perhaps you can go get a drink?’’ He suggest, sweetly. Aegon nods, taking off. Once Aegon is gone, he turns to you. ‘’I apologize for him. We had such a lovely conversation and now its ruined.’’ You nod, but part of you is worried the conversation isn’t allowed. 

You try to give him some advice, though. ‘’Don’t be. He is your brother, but you don’t control him.’’

He seems dumbstruck by those words, staring at his empty champagne glass. ‘’Hm. I’ve been apologizing for his behavior before I was old enough to walk.’’ He mutters.

You smile, faking a bit of a stern glare causing him to chuckle. ‘’Well, maybe you should stop apologizing.’’ You mean it. He is not responsible for Aegon.

The prince nods, as if you have given him a lot to think about. ‘’Maybe I should.’’

You notice the Prince, Jacaerys has joined you, listening in with his hands folded on his back. You notice the seahorse pin on his chest.‘’Ahum.’’

You dip in a curtsy. ‘’Your highness.’’

Jacaerys ignores you, staring at prince Aemond. ‘’Uncle.’’

‘’Nephew.’’

You notice another rivalry, unfolding right before your eyes. You wish to leave, right now.

Jacaerys speaks, his voice taunting but soft. ‘’Thank you for keeping Lady Y/n occupied when I spoke to the other ladies. It is her turn now, however.’’ Aemond lifts his chin as if he wants to speak, but changes his mind.

‘’Of course.’’ And with that, he lets you go. You turn on your heel, walking back to Aemond. ‘’It is always nice to talk with someone about history.’’ You thank him with that and smile. He doesn't smile. He does not even glance at you, anymore.

All you get is a vague, disinterested ‘’Hm.’’

The prince takes you with him, walking to the buffet before offering you a glass of champagne. ‘’Did he hurt you?’’

He casually asks between filling the glasses. 

You are confused. ‘’Who?’’

He shrugs, as if it's obvious. ‘’Aemond?’’

You become even more confused. ‘’No?’’

Jace leans in a little closer. ‘’You must know, it is inappropriate for any selected to have another lover. It can lead to disqualification or worse, punishment.’’ He warns you, kindly of that. You know he does not mean to harm or threaten you.

You nod, thankful but you do want to clear things up.‘’I didn’t know that. But Prince Aemond and me only talked about Dornish statues.’’ Not very romantic, so why does your heart beat so fast?

Jacaerys scoff. ‘’Statues?’’ You can see that Aemond is likely the only history buff in his family. That must be lonely.

You smile, telling him the same thing you told Aemond. ‘’Yes, in Sunspear-’’

But this time, you get a deep sigh before Jace even rolls his eyes. ‘’Don’t you want to talk about something more exciting?’’ He suggests. 

You feel as if you have been hit in the face. You feel rejected and foolish. ‘’Like what?’’

He shrugs. ‘’Most girls tell me of their house, or their horses.’’ Their horses? You hear yourself think, and its not a pleasant thought. How…dull? And all of them? You bet that Floris told them to bring it up.

You repeat after him. ‘’Horses?’’

‘’You don’t like horses?’’ He asks. Horses terrify you.

‘’I don’t dislike them.’’ You say and it's the truth. Horses are beautiful from a distance. You just don't want to ride them. Or talk about them. ‘’I don’t like talking about horses. I don’t want to have dull meaningless conversation with you.’’

Jace straightens his back. ‘’That is part of your job, should you become my queen.’’ You feel your lips hang in a sorrowful line and for the first time you wonder if this is what you really want.

Jace notices your mood change quickly. ‘’But it's alright. We can talk about something else too. What is your favorite sweet?’’

You nod, accepting his attempts at winning your heart.  ‘’I like cupcakes.’’ Jacaerys takes a chocolate cupcake for you from the impressive cake stand, looking at it very briefly, inspecting it before handing it to you. ‘’These are my favorites. I have yet to taste anything else that taste as good as these.’’ That sounds promising. You clumsily bite the cupcake off, tasting the surprisingly good white chocolate filling. It tastes as good as he said it would, and your argument from earlier vanishes as snow that is basked in sunrays. ‘’It is really good.’’ You say, licking your fingers off when you think no one is watching. Jacaerys is amused by your actions, before slyly doing the same. 

Jacaerys seems a bit nervous, before he sighs after you both have finished your cupcakes. ‘’I’m sorry for being a little mean about Aemond earlier. I’ve been hearing disturbing news about him and his brother. I don’t see you girls as my cattle or my livestock, but I do feel responsible. You are here under my roof, for me. You put up with etiquette and court rules for me, the very least I can do, is protect you from men that want to harm you.’’ You notice your gaze swift between Jace and Aemond, who is now talking with an unknown silver-haired woman in a luscious green gown. That must be Helaena.

You feel foolish you even entertained the prince that long, or talked with them. ‘’Do you think Aemond is that malicious?’’You wonder.

Jace does not need long to answer that question. ‘’I know he is. They both are. If you are important to me, he wants to destroy you.’’ You find that a little extreme but Jace’s stern glare tells you there is nothing funny about this. ‘’Just be careful, Y/N. That’s all I ask.’’ And you nod, obedient as a good girl would. But your gaze kept stealing peaks at the forbidden prince, however.

This is part one, for now.

I hope you all liked it

Its different than what i usually write.

Reblogs/comments are welcome!:))

[tandonshows]

Amy, Co-host of Book Talk for Book Tok, joins me on You Are What You Love (the podcast where guests talk about the piece of media that changed their lives) to discuss one of the biggest online to traditional publishing success stories, Cassandra Clare's The Mortal Instruments. 

We discuss how Amy discovered Cassandra Clare through her Harry Potter fan fiction, why Clare's publishing journey meant so much to Amy, and how the books changed our view of feminism and femininity. Tangents include whether haters have the right to put artists down, chasing the thrill of the young adult books that excited us in our teenage years, and why fan fiction can make you a better writer. 

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[catsteeth]

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[jacebeleren]

Your posts and essays have inspired me to do my own digging into the MtG lore. Do you have any recommendations on where a fledgling Vorthos should start? Is it better to pick a character and trace their journey through the stories? Or should I try to go as far back as possible to start with some of the very first stories and work my way chronologically?

I am SO GLAD YOU ASKED!! I've been waiting for an ask like this.

You guys probably don't know this, but I'm a co-admin on MTGLore.com, the BEST resource for any fan who wants to get into Magic lore. It's basically like Scryfall but for Magic Story.

For fans new to Magic Story, we have a convenient "Where to start" page. This can give you some direction for where to start, depending on what you're interested in.

There's A LOT of Magic Story out there, so I wouldn't recommend starting from the very beginning to literally anyone. Personally, when I got into Magic Story, I also took the "comic book" approach (picking one favorite character and only reading all their stories), and then I went back and read all the other ones.

To find the stories with your favorite character, you can use our VERY robust search tool. You can search by characters, authors, time period, setting, type of article, set/expansion, etc etc. It'll list all the results with most recent at the top and oldest at the bottom.

But if your favorite character is Gideon, Jace, Liliana, Chandra, or Nissa; Origins is a perfect place to start. That's where the modern era of Magic Story really starts, with the Gatewatch arc. If you want to read starting there, we have a very cool "Origins to Present" page, which is a complete timeline of all the Magic Story web fiction from Origins onward.

A lot of those characters have stories from before Origins, too. So I think it's also worth it to use the search tool to go back and find those too!

[sullustangin]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @swtorpadawan - sorry this took so long!!

Tagging @consularmain @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth @doli-nemae @vihola @sarpndo @faeymouse

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Jace had to stoop slightly to stand and grab Theron by the shoulders.  “You’re in love with a dead girl.”

A defiant smirk crossed the younger man’s face. “You seem pretty judgmental for a guy who never got married because he was in love with the most stubborn Jedi in the galaxy.”

Jace let Theron go.  Sure, he scored his mark.  “Take it from someone who knows, then.”  Theron’s expression dissolved into something unreadable, and Jace knew he was disengaging – he didn’t want to talk about Satele… but neither did Jace.  “Take it from someone who learned there are no happy endings that way.”

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[nogoodsheepstealing-greatgrandma]

HOTD stans: "Ugh those TB fans whining over every change and insisting HOTD is biased against them. Don't they think that maybe the writers made changes just so the story would be more interesting, not because Otto Hightower placed a gun to their head? Don't they see how much more interesting and complex the characters are now than in their fictional history book?"

also HOTD stans: "The Greens are just so much more interesting though. Sorry Rhaenyra, on principle I do support female succession. But you, Jakey boy and the rest of the pot plants just can't compete with Alicent and her poor tortured fucked up kids. They are THE dysfunctional family they are just so much more interesting-"

Wait... you mean ignoring half the cast didn't make them more interesting? Could it possibly be that bias isn't just a case of which side is portrayed as sympathetic, but which side is given attention?

Nah, of course not. I mean, a script direction stating that Jacaerys had already gone through an offscreen identity crisis over his parentage years ago and had come to terms with it? I thought that was so much more interesting than actually depicting it. I'm glad they got rid of Jace being bullied and focused on Aemond instead - it really made Jace a much more interesting character. Exploring the internalised shame of being a bastard, or what it's like to be constantly targeted and bullied by a kingsguard knight whose obsessed with destroying your mother, just isn't as interesting as Aemond being sad he doesn't have a dragon, or Aegon's daddy issues.

Giving Baela and Rhaena no screentime or dialogue? Genius. I'm so much more intrigued now. When they established Rhaena's yearning for a dragon I was worried we were going to see more of her, but to my upmost relief we spent her mother's funeral following Aemond instead. And the writers appropriately only used Rhaena to keep Aemond sympathetic, by having her be the one to initiate the fight instead of him hitting a toddler - once she was done serving Aemond's character we really didn't need anything further from her.

That one-off line about Daemon ignoring Rhaena was sufficient really, no need to explore that relationship any further. Just as there was no need to explore Baela's relationship with Jace, or the girls relationship with their stepmother. Let's go back to how Aegon is so sad that he has to rape women, or Helaena's bug collection. Let's throw sympathy on Vaemond while the female heirs to Driftmark stand silently in the background. Let's fart around in a Green-centric episode with a 100% stake-free race to find Aegon first. Let's throw in a scene of Larys masturbating over the Queen's feet, because the more powerless she is the more we can see Olivia Cooke's beautiful brown eyes weeping. The Blacks certainly don't need their own episode to breathe.

Sure, I did feel bad for book Rhaenyra when she was ordered away to effective exile on Dragonstone by her own father after the fight at Driftmark. And when her father almost called her home again to be his Hand, but then prioritised placating his wife and chose Otto instead. That sure SOUNDS like a compelling father-daughter conflict on paper. Perhaps we COULD have seen the tragic tale of a daughter whose father keeps failing to fight for her and unwittingly sabotages her, as his peacekeeping 'neutrality' effectively chooses his wife over her time and time again.

But I don't know, there was just something about Rhaenyra voluntarily bouncing because 'the wise sailor steers to avoid the storm' that felt much more intriguing than being forced away by her own father. Rhaenyra staying away for years was much more intriguing than her father passing her over as Hand. It really made the moment where Viserys drags his corpse out of bed to defend her stand out, you know? And it let us keep the focus on how Alicent is sad that her husband doesn't appreciate her, because the more victimised interesting Alicent is, the more interesting everyone is!

Daemon bashing his wife's head in with a rock also really made him more grey as a character.

As did Rhaenys slaughtering the smallfolk and championing the Geneva Convention the very next episode. That writing decision definitely had nothing to do with shock value. I mean, when asked why she didn't just end the war there and then we got solid Watsonian explanations such as 'it wasn't my war to start' or 'she wouldn't do that to another mother' (women, right?). That's how you know that creatively it made sense, because they wanted it to happen. Where was she keeping that change of armour?

Who needs Laena matchmaking to secure Driftmark and the Iron Throne for her daughters when she can spend her time wishing for self-immolation? Who needs Laena trying to fly one last time, desperate for that last taste of freedom before she dies, when she can instead kill herself via self-immolation?

Laenor faking his death via the murder of an innocent bystander and leaving the charred remains of the body to traumatise his parents and children (whose biological father has just died in a fire)? That needs no further exploration, I'm sure that didn't psychologically scar Jace and Luke any more than Laena's self-immolation affected her daughters. All that matters is we didn't bury our gays, isn't that great? This way Laenor didn't get assassinated, just his character!

I mean, we could have had Laenor's death be a tragic mystery, with unconfirmed rumours that Daemon had a hand in it. We could have placed the audience in Rhaenyra's point of view, we could have watched her grapple with the doubt, struggle over whether it's a possibility she can live with. We could have had the moment she gets passed over as Hand be the moment she decides to marry Daemon, like in the book. That could have said something interesting about her character and their relationship. But on second thoughts, "we'll fake Laenor's death and then we can be the ultimate power couple and RULE THE WORLD" was much more sophisticated.

Oh, and de-aging Aegon the Younger? Just look at the emotional range on that baby.

The casting for Addam and Alyn too... Honestly, not just their casting, I think overall the decision to cast characters aged 13-15 with grown adults is really going to underscore the tragedy of their stolen childhoods. It worked for Game of Thrones!

Nettles? Don't we have enough black women in the background?

[closed-third-eye]

you have to understand why they make lucerys out to be a bully rather than aemond who is chasing after a child and aegon who is bullying his brother and led him to his sexual assault.

Biggest fight aemond has been in his life, is been against a child, because that is all he will ever win. so how do you make person like that look cool? You cannot point to his training which took place in a controlled environment by a man who in concerned for his safety. Only thing left to do is make lucerys, aemond's victim, out to be the perpetrator of his trauma

Aemond is a nasty bully on his own, he knocks down jace's practise sword unprovoked. Bullying someone smaller and weaker than him.

He calls rhaena a pig, a girl he met that day of her mothers funeral, and provokes her into a fight. He is again a bully to someone smaller and weaker than him

He has all the kids beaten and he has the rock in his hand, if he wants to he can walk away, but he doesn't. so lucerys takes the only stand he can.

And what happens next is his mother fault, she put the idea of taking the eye as a payment in his head, and while she regrets her out burst, he remembers

Next lucerys's laughing, which while it is a complete dick move he is put down for it, called bastard, he is even beaten, he learned his lesson

Then we go to storms end where brave little lucerys goes inside Storm's end even when he knows vhagar is there so it's obvious who else is, he still walks in does his duty and tries to leave.

But he is again insulted by aemond, instead of lashing out like a child as aemond would, lucerys listens to him and defiantly says no, he doesn't hide or walk away, he could have if he wanted to and maybe results would be same, but lucerys always acted in a manner befitting his station and position.

Aemond on the other hand acts like a child, screams and runs after him, after saying"fight would be little challenge"

And then chases after him like a crazed dog and on his crazed dog.

And this is their biggest enemy by the way. This is who scares them and they think abuser of aemond all his life and the next one is who they say is the abused

now how else do you defend a murderer? Than make his victim out to be a perpetrator

I would also like to add how utterly psychotic some of these people and their arguments are, I genuinely worry how they treat people in real life at the anger they spill over fiction.

And also how much does the narrative and even his own face have to show to say he didn't think death is the right prize and that he actually was simply being a bully, his true nature.

I frankly fear these blind followers of these characters and how they speak of them, if you look at that post it's derived from false emotions, as a way to justify their nonsense.

Aemond has issues, from his mother's neglect of him which allowed his brother's abuse to go on and the added damage to his face, and he focused on the biggest one rather than them all

And to understand aemond as a person you have to take the bad with the worse, but I'm not sure any of his fans are intelligent enough to do that, I make this assumption based on things they say.

Not sure what they wanted lucerys to do in storms end, had they gone book route it would have shown aemond didn't jump him but provoked him, lucerys again is more jumpscared. And they believe he wouldn't fight because he supposedly can't win? Who has to win fighting itself is a crime for for an envoy which they both know, I'm assuming the historian aemokd knows. But also aemond generally says one thing and does the other, he's shown to be less intelligent more reactive and stupid. And when you see the type of admiration he gets, like attracts like.

[rynnthefangirl]

From my personal point of view, you, the fans of the "Velaryon" boys (I say this because it offends you that we give them the surname of their real father) have a very altered perception of the universe that you read.

You only defend justice when it suits you and you only consider usurpation when it suits you. I have to continually see how you say that Aegon would never "usurp" Jace, excuse me? That throne was Aegon's and it should always have been that way, but of course for this fandom it is fair that he bears the stigma of his mother and his half-siblings and does not claim his own so as not to expose that his half-siblings are illegitimate who were put in the line of succession when in the ASOIAF universe it is inconceivable and frowned upon.

That Rhaenyra has such obvious bastards is an idea poorly developed by George, anyone who knows anything about history knows that no woman would keep the position of heir in these circumstances, and you will tell me there is no DNA evidence in the Middle Ages, thanks, I'm tired of seeing the same argument. But I think that the three children of the crown princess being identical to her sworn shield, that Harwin is present in the bedroom when Lucerys is born, that Rhaenyra is seen more in Harwin's company than Laenor's who was barely in Dragonstone and that anyone who said anything about it was threatened with cutting tongues is more than enough indication. The existence of these boys created a very big instability, even Corlys himself as soon as he could (Viserys dead, Rhaenyra depending largely on his support, Daemon far away and with nothing to gain from the succession of Driftmark because none of his daughters were betrothed to Joffrey) removed Rhaenyra's son from the line of succession of his house, it is clear why Jace and Rhaenyra agreed to legitimize Addam and Alyn, because otherwise Corlys would withdraw his support, this character is presented as a white dove and he was not, he also looked out for the good of his own house, only people forget that Rhaenyra and her children had the support of the king, you could not do what you wanted. In this agreement Rhaenyra is cuckolded, and Marilda's children who were born in the same years as Jace and Lucerys are seen as more worthy of their "father's" inheritance than Joffrey the supposed legitimate son of Laenor, and I don't care about the birth order, under normal circumstances the legitimized bastards go after the legitimate sons.

I'm a fan of House Targaryen before any other character, and the best thing for its continuity was Aegon and Viserys, I do not support a change of dynasty that was also based on a bad lie. Even if you don't like it, the world created by George is not governed by the same rules of justification as in the 21st century, and it's not called thinking like a medieval character, it's called contextualizing, It's a pretty important thing that is usually taught when you analyze a text. Would this discussion make sense in the current era? No, in the Middle Ages? Yes. But I know that it's like talking to a wall, and I'm just a bigot, because I believe that this world is not rosy and that the world, especially in the Middle Ages, was far from fair. I could also talk about how good kings these guys could have been and how overrated their abilities are, but I think it's not necessary and it doesn't matter either, because it's not their place to be.

And also saying that your opinions on a fictional universe of which you do not want to understand the rules does not make you better people, you have a moral superiority complex that is scary. I can't even say that I hate them (although their fandom has created a certain weariness in me, I'm not going to lie) but they are characters with a specific function in the story, to die, and I didn't even become fond of them when I read Fire and Blood because I'm a reader of ASOIAF and I knew what their destiny was, which was not to occupy the throne, they were a late addition to the story, when Aegon was already Rhaenyra's son and her successor, that's why I don't tolerate the idea that Aegon is occupying anyone's place, that place was always his. But hey, we agree to disagree I guess.

Thanks for this ask! A part of me was genuinely asking in my initial post as to why there was animosity towards the Velaryon boys, and this was a well reasoned response.

I do want to quote a more recent post I made as to give some context to exactly what kind of fandom behavior inspired my initial post:

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Some people just fail to grasp that there is a difference between saying something like:

“I don’t like that Rhaenyra had bastards because that causes further succession issues, and for the sake of stability it’s best that a true born son sits the throne instead of Jace.”

And saying something like:

“Rhaenyra is such a selfish whore. I hate the bastards and can’t wait for them to die. Bastard blood must be cleansed from the throne!”

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When I talk about people “cosplaying bigotry”, first of all— I’m not saying that they ARE bigots. I generally don’t believe in judging real world people based on fandom, because its easy to get heated about your favorite or least favorite characters, and at the end of the day this is all fiction. Also, the kind of bastardphobia you see in this fandom is not actually reflective of real world prejudices. The stigma against having having children out of wedlock in the real world is very much directed at the parents, not the kids. When someone quotes something like “all bastards are born to betrayal” I know they are just parroting Westerosi attitudes and don’t think that of real children born to unwed parents. What I think is actually happening is that people want to use the most extreme tone and language available to express their dislike of characters, and the language of bigotry is going to do that far better than a calm reasoned explanation. It’s not some horrible “ah your a bigot snd the worst person ever, fuck you!1!!” thing, but it is… weird. I find it weird that some people are so quick to act and talk like a supremacist once they have an acceptable target.

“Like” a supremacist, not a supremacist.

“Cosplaying” bigotry, not bigotry.

“Weird”, not evil or terrible.

I choose my words intentionally when I make posts on this topic. Some anons that I reply to may not, and I’m not going to disagree with or correct them because that isn’t the topic of my responses (Also, if people are going to talk like bigots, yeah IMO it’s fair that some people are gonna just call them that, even if I myself think you can’t make that jump based on fandom behavior.) But I figured I’d clarify my own stance and language given your assumption that I’m just going to ignore your point and call you a bigot.

But back to the Velaryon boys themselves, yeah I largely agree with what you are saying. Unfair though it may be, it is the reality of the matter is that them being illegitimate is going to cause problems and threaten the stability of the realm. This was a reckless thing for Rhaenyra to do, no doubt. However, personally, my animosity and blame is going to be directed at the people who would use their illegitimacy to grasp power at the expense of the good of Westeros. Like someone at some point has to actively make the choice to do that, it's not going to magically just happen. After that, it'd be directed at Viserys and Corlys for arranging a marriage to Rhaenyra with a man who could not give her children. Then Rhaenyra, for not finding a better solution than having three kids with a man who looks so different than Laenor (though I empathize with the lack of options she had). Then last of all, the boys themselves, who did nothing but be born the wrong way. Like I get what you are saying about contextualizing the issue, and I do think that is an important thing to consider for judging the characters' actions in universe. But I'm sorry, as a woman raised in the 21st century, I am simply not going to personally feel more anger at a woman having children outside of wedlock than I am going to feel towards misogynists and murderers, regardless of the context. It's not about what character was justified in doing what, it's about my feelings and what characters I am going to like. Which is why my sentiment is really and truly directed at people who viscerally hate the Velaryon boys, because to me that is still difficult to wrap my head around considering I find them all to be decent and likable kids. But I do appreciate your thoughts on why their characters would be frustrating, from at least a writing perspective I can understand the animosity a bit better.

[nrilliree]

Something I absolutely detest in the show was them having Luke give that stupid grin when the pig is placed in front of Aemond. It always came across as super out of character to me considering how timid he’s shown to be throughout the entire show (bar the time he’s being led by Aegon). Jace is constantly protecting him/watching over him, at the funeral he’s literally saying he doesn’t want to be lord of Driftmark because it means everyone else is dead, he only attacks Aemond in the fight whenever everyone else is down, he’s so conscious of his appearance when they’re going around the Redkeep grounds and seems nervous when he sees sparring Aemond against Criston and seems nervous again when he looks at Aemond during the petition + he’s literally holding Rhaenyra’s hand at one point during that. But yeah sure he’d purposefully provoke Aemond.

The best part is that the TGs claim that it was Lucerys who ordered the pig and had it placed on the table in front of Aemond...

For me this moment is also strange, because it does not entirely agree with how Luke was portrayed most of the time, because he was shown as a sensitive boy. Yes, you could somehow put it down to Daemon's upbringing, but it still doesn't really sit well with me. This is just another strange example of victimized TG and showing "look at poor Aemond :(", which is an element of strange fan fiction of the creators.

[laylaackles]

Teachers Pet (Professor Jensen Smut)

Warnings: oral (m), unprotected sex(wrap it up hoes), cheating (I don't condone this) age gap, Professor and student relationship. Feelings of being used. Also Y/n is in college, so she is of age!!

Song is Teacher's Pet by Melanie Martinez Lyrics in **

Please remember this is a work of fan fiction. Meaning it is all fake and I don't support this stuff.

Also I know I said I was done writing, but I was listening to this song and just had to make a fic with it. I think I might post stories every now and then but not consistently.

*Caught the teacher giving his eyes to a student

Thought, "He pretty cute" and she bit her lip back to him

Chewing on her nails and her pens while she's dreaming of him

And he's fucking in sin (you know he is)*

"I need the following students to stay after the bell rings. Y/n, Jace, Sam, Hannah. The rest of you are free to go." Professor Ackles said.

"Damnit. Of course, he needs me to stay." You thought to yourself.

When the bell rang and the rest of the students had cleared out, your teacher called you all up individually. After Hannah left it was your turn.

The two of you were all alone, and the door was closed. The locks were set up to where nobody from the outside could open it. You knew exactly why he wanted you to stay.

*She said, "It's for all the right reasons

Baby, don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady

If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?

Don't call me crazy

You love me, but you won't come save me

You got a wife and kids, you see them daily

Don't know why you even need me*

Mr Ackles is a married man. But things have been rough between him and his wife. When she stopped putting out, he turned to you. The two of you have had a strange connection since you started his class, and the sexual tension was hard to ignore.

When the two of you first started sneaking around you were more than okay with it. He's so hot and he makes you feel so good. He swore he was going to leave his wife. But two months later, they're still married. Now you can't help but feel like you're being used.

Was it stupid to want him so much?

"Yes Mr Ackles?" You said, finally walking up to him.

"Your grades are slipping Y/n. You've been very distracted in class lately. If you don't ge5 them up, I'll have to fail you."

"No, please. What can I do?"

"Well, I think you know one thing you can do."

He pushed his chair away from his desk enough for you to come around and kneel in front of him. You made quick work at removing his belt and pants. The tent in his boxers was quickly forming and you couldn't wait to have his long, hard cock in your mouth.

*Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?

Yeah, why the fuck is that?

Do you regret

The things we shared that I'll never forget?

Well, do you? Tell me that

I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years

I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here

Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?*

You couldn't lie and say you weren't turned on by the way he admired you sitting on your knees in front of him.

The relationship you two have is kind of fucked up, and even through the feelings of being used by him, you still love having his cock in you. He loves it just as much as you do.

He lifted his hips, silently asking you to remove his boxers and take him into your mouth. You hooked your fingers in the waistband and made quick work at pulling them down his sexy bow legs.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and stroked it as you teased his tip with kitten like licks. He was already leaking precum, so you knew you wouldn't be down here long. He won't cum until he's buried deep inside your pussy.

*She's feeling like a spider in a cage

You liar, you were her desire

Now she wants to light you on fire

But fuck it, she'll still give you a call

And a lighter when you wanna get hot

And mess around 'til you get numb*

"Fuck, Y/n I need you baby. Get up here." He said.

You stood up to remove your pants and underwear then positioned yourself so you were straddling his thighs, but before you could sink down onto his length, his hands found your face and pulled you down until your lips met his.

This was different. He'd never ever kissed you before. That was always too intimate for him. Which is kind of funny. You'd think having his cock inside you would be too intimate. But oh well.

His tongue teased your bottom lip, asking for entrance to your mouth. You wondered what it would be like if his tongue was entering your pussy. Maybe one day you'll find out.

*She said "It's for all the right reasons

Baby, don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady

If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?

Don't call me crazy

You love me, but you won't come save me

You got a wife and kids, you see them daily

Don't know why you even need me*

His hands moved down to your hips as his tongue explored your mouth, and you finally sank down onto his cock. Every time his long length fills you, it feels like the first time all over again. He stretches you so well. It's the perfect mix between pain and pleasure.

Fuck, what is this man doing to you? All these emotions and physical feelings are creating so much confusion. Is it love, or is it hate? Why does whatever it is, feel so good? So wrong but good.

His hand came down to toy with your clit as you began riding him. You moved up and down and forward in back, alternating between grinding and bouncing on his cock. Every time you'd come down, his tip would press against your g-spot, and it felt euphoric. Your pussy was made for his cock.

Your walls started to clench around him as you neared your orgasm.

*Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?

Yeah, why the fuck is that?

Do you regret

The things we shared that I'll never forget?

Well, do you? Tell me that

I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years

I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here

Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?*

"Fuck that's right baby. You're mine. Fuck, cum on my cock. Milk me dry." He said.

There it is. Every time he calls you his, the feelings of being used disappear.

"But are you mine?" You couldn't help but ask in your lust clouded haze.

"Yes. Fuck yes Y/n. All yours. Make us cum baby."

Wow.

*Gimme back my money

Didn't learn a damn thing, honey, from you

Except how to lie and cheat while inside the sheets

Stop calling me your bunny

I won't hop and you don't own me

Do you?

I bet you think you do, well, you don't*

You bounced a couple more times until finally the two of you came undone together. You slowed your movements to a stop, then rested your body against his. You could feel the mixture of cum dripping down your thighs as his cock softened inside of you.

*Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret? (Why am I? Why am I?)

Yeah, why the fuck is that?

Do you regret

The things we shared that I'll never forget?

Well, do you? Tell me that

I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years

I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here

Teacher's pet

If I'm so special, why am I secret?*

"Y/n." Mr Ackles sighed breathlessly.

"Jensen." You responded.

"My divorce is in the process of being finalized. I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long."

"It was worth it."

"Now we just need to get you out of my classes. Then we'll be free to be us. Only if it's what you want, though."

"I want you. I want all of you." You said.

"Then all of me you'll get, baby." He said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Are you really all mine?" You asked.

"Of course. Why?"

"Well, this thing between us did start while you were married."

"I would never cheat on you, Y/n. I know it was shitty of me to do that to my wife. But things between me and her were different. The reason our divorce is finally being worked on it is because I found out she was sleeping around too. I would've left her way sooner if I knew. We told each other the truth and decided we were ready to separate. She's so happy with her boyfriend. Happier than she ever was with me. And I feel the same way about you that she does about him."

"Jensen I- I think I love you." You said.

Yeah. That felt right.

"I don't think. I know I love you, Y/n."

"This is so wrong." You said laughing.

"The right kind of wrong." He agreed.

LA<3

Hope yall enjoy. I'm feeling a little rusty lol.

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