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⸻ labour. part two.

—labour | aemond targaryen x niece!reader

tw: domestic violence

❝I thought, perhaps, we could take a walk through the gardens,❞ Alicent says from behind you. ❝You've hardly left your and Aemond's chambers in days. A wet nurse may look after Alysanne in the meanwhile, if you like.❞

You do not move from the balcony. Instead, you remain silent and still.

She takes a step forward, wishing to break you from your reverie. ❝My sweet girl—❞

❝I keep thinking about a particular phrase over and over again,❞ you say quietly, interrupting her.

❝And what might that be, my love?❞ She asks, pausing in her steps.

❝Gods and coins. Every time a Targaryen is born, the Gods flip a coin. That is the saying, is it not?❞

She shifts on her feet, then clasps her hands before her. ❝I believe so, yes. Why do you ask?❞

A gentle wind blows your long brown strands around you. ❝I used to think I understood him. That I knew him better than anyone else alive. Something...changed after our betrothal, however.❞

You glance down to your hands. ❝He changed. His love turned into something else. Something which, at times, frightened me. Even then, I was frightened to voice my fear aloud, so I instead became silent. Quiet. Small. I did all I did to please him. I told myself that, at least. Now, I think I merely did it out of trepidation, perhaps.❞

You shake your head gently. ❝And then this war. After Luke...❞

Your chin wobbles, but you swallow down your grief, just as you always do.

❝He changed yet again. For the better. He knew it was the only way I might forgive him. He finally became the man I always wanted him to be: good, kind, gentle. It even became allowed for me to refer to him by his given name, instead of uncle, which he always insisted I call him by since I can remember. And then Aegon fell, and...❞

You grow silent again.

❝Aemond became Prince Regent, and he slipped further and further away, returning back to who he'd once been, but somehow worse. I wonder...if what occurred at Rook's Rest—Aegon's injuries—were truly due to Maelys now.❞

Alicent takes another step forward. ❝What you suggest—❞

You turn around then, and her eyes grow wide at the sight of the purple bruising which surrounds your right eye and blooms further down, stopping at the apple of your cheek.

❝Tell me, mother, what way do you believe Aemond's coin to have landed?❞ You ask, merely above a whisper.

She doesn't respond.

— aemond targaryen quotes ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖

⸻ being aemond's niece, who he abducted, would include:

tw: abduction, drugging, abuse, non-con, dub-con, stockholm syndrome, brainwashing, incest, victim-blaming

a/n: this is a modern!au

Some things never change~ 🐗🦌🦋

I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-

like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?

So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?

But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.

It's MY URL.

IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.

THE ONE *I WROTE*.

In *2013*.

And FORGOT ABOUT

BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING

And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like

IT WAS ALL GOOD?

IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??

I'M A GOOD WRITER?????

you didn't ONCE think to check the url?

I WANTED TO FINISH READING IT FIRST

"Kill them with kindness" wrong. Gengar use shadow ball

“Kill them with kindness” wrong. Necrozma use Light That Burns The Sky

"No matter where you are, the sand will always protect you. This isn't Shukaku's power. This is your mother's power… Karura's"

Dodge muah

Reblog if you remember this motherfucker:

ooh i have a nice fun fact!

Static was WILDLY popular in Brazil (a country where the population is over 50% black) and we had re-runs for YEARS on open television. Everyone who was a kid in the 2000s knew and loved him. As a result, every single Brazilian Con has a LOT of static cosplayers!

So, a couple of years ago, Comic Con Experience (the biggest con in Brazil, which is actually also the biggest con in the world!) invited Static’s creator Denys Cowan as one of the guests of honor.

Now. Thousands of people attend his panel. And cosplayers went NUTS because they could show their Static cosplay to the creator himself! What none of us expected was Debts Cowan’s reaction:

He cried on stage.

He had never seen Static cosplayers - especially not so many of them! And he had no idea the show was popular here! No one ever told him his character was so beloved! Years and years of reruns and he had no idea! He obviously created the character with his experiences and his community (Black North Americans) in mind. Still, he accidentally touched a whole other community of black people who could see themselves on the screen as a superhero!

Anyway he is a lovely person and one of the best, most memorable guests we had. And I think this is a nice reminder that your art might touch people you can’t even imagine would when creating it.