doing mark of the assassin and thinking about tamar at chateau haine and being extremely sad about it. tamar, who did everything she could to earn the gold needed to go on the expedition (and more, if accidentally) only to use nearly all of that money to lift her mother out of gamlen's lowtown squalor and into their family's ancestral home. tamar, who delighted in being feted by an orlesian duke. (her! a girl from lothering! who only had two coppers to rub together after the blight took everything from her family!) tamar, who knew that there was a plan and knew not to trust tallis and knew this moment of fancy would only last that long. a moment.
tamar, who ends up in a prison cell by the end of the night, stewing in humiliation and anger towards tallis. she thrived during that little glimpse into a different life, and having it all snatched away? having daggers put back into her hands and told there's a fight to fight? she'd be a little heartsick over it.
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hi! i promise, i do have a quick question, stay with me here—but i hope that you know how wonderful your writing is! it’s so fluid, pleasing to read, and i find myself wishing i had written the words you’ve so beautifully placed together. your lukanette stories never fail to make me smile, and you and your page always brighten my day. keep doing what you’re doing and take care of yourself 💗
anyway, i’m not quite sure if this has been asked before as it’s a very simple, fluffy question, but what do you think that, aside from literally everything, are lukanettes favorite things about each other?
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BUT FINE, I'LL ANSWER YOUR QUESTION.
Hmm, well, when it comes to Lukanette, I really think they're all over (which you basically already said but still)? As in--they like a little bit of everything about each other and that all comes together into one big lovey-dovey amazing mess~ >u<
If I had to pick though...
Luka -> Marinette
Luka loves Marinette's passion. She has so much energy and excitement for everything in life, so contagious that he can't help smiling every time he sees it. It's in all the little things she does: the way she wiggles her hips like all her creativity wants to burst out of her, the sudden bursts of speed as she hurries for something to draw on whenever inspiration strikes, and the enthusiastic rambles that end in her blushing when she realize how much she's been talking about things he probably doesn't understand anyway. He doesn't have to understand, really; he just loves hearing her talk (this ends up "backfiring" in every best way once they start dating and she starts rambling about him on occasion).
Marinette -> Luka
Marinette loves that Luka never makes people feel bad for simply feeling things. He listens, he absorbs, and he understands. He's like an empath, always aware of how the people around him feel as if he can feel it himself. She suspects it's part of the reason why she tends to feel relaxed around him; more capable about being herself and opening up to him without worry about what he may think. It's the comforting touches to her shoulder without her having said anything, the wordless question of "may I?" when she looks like she wants her hand held, and the way he spreads his arms the instant she needs to be hugged, sometimes before she even realizes that she needs it herself.
I like to imagine that, once they get together for good, they mimic the traits of the other without realizing it, so Luka gains this certain speed and energy around Marinette (specifically with Marinette) whereas Marinette starts to be able to read how Luka's feeling even if it doesn't show on his face (it weirds everyone else out because they don't get how she can see his tells, but Luka is thoroughly touched by it).
do you think you could tell us about vhaena and viserys' kids, what theyre like, what they do in the dance etc? there r a lot of them so if u just wanna tell us about your favorites that works too!
thank you so much for this! i can't tell you how delighted i am to know that people are interested in their many, many children. this... got pretty long because i’m so excited to talk about them, lmfao. this is so fucking long and so fucking sad, i’m sorry.
alyssa lannister is the eldest by only a few minutes. she, along with her brother aenar, were born on dragonstone in 97 AC, six years before viserys became king. the people were concerned when they heard that she’d begun her labors, considering she’d only been married for seven months and they worried about how early the babes seemed to be coming.
they were both healthy and remained so for all of their relatively short lives. where alyssa was an enthusiastic horseman & dragonrider like her mother, aenar was a lush, eager to spend his days lounging around at court with a pretty girl or boy around to listen to him tell tall tales.
viserys hoped to wed them, but both he and his wife knew that the lannisters would never allow it, so by the time they were both fifteen, they were betrothed to loyal houses to be married in the interim.
rhaelys came third in 100 AC -- born with silver hair and one milky eye. he was a clumsy child, which is something he never truly grew out of. but he was also incredibly smart and loved learning about the history of the seven kingdoms rather than clinging to the subject of old valyria like so many targaryens before him.
he was a gem at court, even though his brother sought to outshine him at every corner. the older men and women of houses both failing and flourishing, the scholars brought to the capital from every corner of the known world, the maesters both ancient and fresh from oldtown — they all loved him for his interest in their stories.
the first of their children to truly distance themselves from the life they had to offer her was daenys. born in 101 AC, she was a quiet, sullen child almost from birth. the fact that she rarely cried made both vhaena and viserys dote on her, worrying for their daughter’s health after the strange matter of rhaelys’s defect.
she was healthy, for the most part, but simply quiet. not shy, not simple, but quiet. with age, that quietness flourished into a frank and observant nature that often got her into a great deal of trouble. that said, while viserys refused to name any of their children as his favorite, daenys was the one he spent most of his time with.
maeron was the last of vhaena’s children born under the guise of lannister blood, though none of them were anything but viserys’s. he came about in 104 AC, just before the tourney celebrating viserys’s accession to king. he was a hearty child, always bloodying his knees in the courtyard or pushing around boys twice his size and sometimes managing to get the upper hand.
the kingsguard called him little fang due to his biting nature and the way he gnashed his teeth while training. he hated the nickname.
vhaena and viserys did not have another child until 108 AC, once vhaena returned from two years abroad following her divorce from jason lannister. this time, she did not take a husband. she was not named as viserys’s mistress, either, and was notoriously vague about the parentage of her final three children.
elayna targaryen was the child born in 108 AC, and she was raised alongside helaena almost like a sister. they were not overly similar in terms of personality, but their close ages kept them in step with each other. they were cousins, after all.
while daenys was quiet and observant, elayna was merely observant. her intelligence sparkled, as did her charisma. bards wrote songs about the delicate little knife she was said to carry around with her, the hilt inlaid with pearls as her mother often wore. if any of their children was meant for dark work, it was the sweet-faced elayna, what with her obvious talent for deception.
but where elayna was a dagger, alora was a warhammer. even from a young age, the girl showed her interest in combat as openly as she could, and as she shot up taller than both rhaenyra and alicent’s children to the same six feet as her mother, she proved that she could handle anything they threw at her.
it was no surprise when alora ended up spawning a vicious rivalry between herself and aegon targaryen, who loathed being so routinely bested by a girl. she was brazen and bold -- exactly the maiden her mother wished she could have been. or, rather, the maiden vhaena was beyond closed doors, with those she trusted.
the last of their children was a son — aenys. he was born late in 110 AC, one of two children that vhaena carried to term and thought to be healthy. but where one of them was indeed a strong babe, the other was stillborn, and the birth was extremely difficult on vhaena. the maester warned her that she should not risk having more children, and after the events that stole aemma from him, viserys agreed that this would be their last.
aenys was her sweetheart, and for once, a doting mother did not develop an ignorant or annoying son. the boy was impossibly kind and loved animals from an early age, though his dragon’s egg never hatched. he brought to the family an almost endless amount of optimism and light, and all of his siblings loved him.
events of the dance of the dragons.
aenar was the first to come to trouble following aegon’s crowning, as he had remained in king’s landing even when his mother and siblings fled to dragonstone. not only did he feel — foolishly — that alicent would not consider him a threat, but life at court was his raison d'être. being without it felt like cutting off a limb.
he was thrown into the dungeon in the belly of the red keep and left to rot, barely kept alive with water and scraps for the better part of a year.
but while aenar was the first to come to trouble, alyssa was the first of viserys and vhaena’s eight children to die. desperate to have her brother back with them, she took it upon herself to return to king’s landing.
after all, she was not noticeably targaryen like her other siblings with her dirty blonde hair. she dressed herself in rags and covered her face and used every trick she’d ever learned to get into the dungeon. not that those tricks were enough to keep her alive when guards set upon her with swords. she was run through and left behind for the rats, thought to be no more than a cutpurse.
aenar died some months later, when the existence of viserys targaryen’s firstborn son was all but forgotten in the midst of all the chaos. the glittering gem of the realm died of dehydration, mere meters from where his sister had been killed, unknown to him.
with one brother jailed and one sister missing, the six remaining siblings remained relatively well and alive for years. maeron became one of daemon’s closely kept secrets, along with his she-dragon — ironhide — who was said to breathe black fire, like his father’s balerion. little fang proved to have a nasty bite, and he is part of the reason the castellan of harrenhal bent the knee to daemon and joined the blacks.
while elayna and daenys joined their cousins and other members of the blacks in the efforts towards bringing more lords to their cause, rhaelys remained at dragonstone, keeping aenar and alyssa’s dragons healthy, though he still did not have one of his own. it was alora who took to aenar’s dragon, tyrhai, and proved a terror for it.
after years bonded to the rather ineffectual aenar, tyrhai relished the opportunity to be ridden by someone with blood on the mind.
the next to die was daenys.
while traveling through the riverlands, she lingered for the night in claypool to rest after a long flight with her young dragon, still unnamed even after so many years and only referred to as darling by daenys herself. it was there that she found herself at odds with aemond and his men.
she truly had no chance, even with darling close at hand. the dragon was easily done away with -- a net thrown over its slender body and its throat slit by soldiers, and the soft-spoken princess was killed as unceremoniously with a sword through her belly.
ser criston cole found her body amongst other corpses just outside of claypool, sat up against the blackened belly of an apple tree in her bloodied silver dress. darling’s corpse was curled around the tree’s trunk and its head was placed carefully into her lap, as if daenys was hoping to comfort her even after death.
sometime between daenys’s death and the next of her family, elayna was taken hostage and brought to oldtown for questioning.
maeron fell shortly after, but not in the way anyone would have expected such a valiant fighter to perish.
a month before the events at tumbleton, he caught rhaelys slipping something into their mother’s cup. his elder brother had long-since taken care of vhaena, given how torn up with grief and mourning the woman was at the loss of her love and her children. she had not cried in some time, however. not spoken. it was that night when maeron discovered why.
rhaelys was using medicine as a way to keep her docile, using the methods she’d so often used to help their father with his pain. the ones rhaelys used on her, however, were dangerous things, often mixed into poisons in greater amounts.
when maeron attacked him, rhaelys did all he could to survive the encounter. rather than fighting back, he grasped a handful of powdered greycap and shoved it into his brother’s mouth, using his superior size to pin his younger brother to the ground and force him to swallow enough to kill him.
then, ashamed of himself and his desperation to survive, rhaelys fled dragonstone.
alora returned to the island following a letter from her mother. she was needed, vhaena said, grief-stricken still and recovering from the sudden throes of detoxification from years of being nursed small doses of poison by her son. “bring my strong girl back home.”
there, vhaena kept alora and aenys for as long as she could, until the rage inside of her furious daughter broke free, and she took to the sky with tyrhai again, this time turning her attention towards aemond at harrenhal. she hated leaving her mother, but at the same time, she needed to fight. her blood sang for it.
so, with only aenys left to her, vhaena remained at dragonstone... for only a month more.
when aegon ii and lord larys turned their sights towards dragonstone and the remaining targaryens, vhaena could no longer stay. she knew that she could no longer stay. day and night for nearly a week, she scoured the castle looking for aenys. she cried out to him for hours and hours, until her throat was bloody and raw, and she never found him.
the morning she took goldenlyre and left dragonstone was also the morning vhaena died. not to aegon and sunfyre, not to his soldiers, not to larys, but to the cannibal, knocked from the air and devoured for breakfast.
aenys survived because he hid. he survived everything because he was a slip of a thing and afraid, no matter how much his mother’s fearful howling for him broke his heart.
thankfully, alora never learned of how her mother died or how her brother hid like a coward until he could run someplace safe. she was killed before the ravens could reach her -- shot down from tyrhai’s back just over the god’s eye. while her dragon survived, she did not. there was no surviving that fall.
it was said that elayna laughed when news finally reached her, with tears like pearls in her eyes. much was said about all of them that didn’t turn out to be true, but that most of all. she did not laugh when she heard the news, nor did she cry.
Happy Birthday, Ronnie Bradshaw! | March 3rd, 1987 |
And to celebrate, here are some headcanons about how Ronnie celebrates her birthday in the Big Four AUs (regular, werewolf, regency, and nfl)
Regular AU
On this particular birthday, her and Jake have been living in DC for five months
And she’s twelve weeks pregnant
Just getting out of that first trimester and starting to feel like a normal human person after constantly throwing up and feeling fatigued nearly all hours of the day
Usually, Ronnie doesn’t like to make a big deal out of her birthday. Maybe a group dinner at her friend’s urging. But nothing huge.
But Jake Seresin is nothing if not his mother’s son (he even gets her help in planning the whole thing)
The man goes all out
He rents out their favorite restaurant, a pub style place with fish tacos that never fail to make Ronnie drool.
Calls all her friends from California and asks them to fly out if they can, and most of them do (including one Penny Benjamin).
Decks out the pub in brightly colored beach themed decorations (some of which he had to make himself and hide from her in the storage shed in their backyard).
The man even buys SAND and fills up a kiddie pool with it for her to sink her toes in.
And all of it is a huge surprise
He just knows how much she misses California and her friends, and he sees this as one way to thank her for leaving all of that behind for HIM (which still blows his mind and makes him feel guilty in some ways)
When her birthday finally came and the night of the party arrived, Jake made her put on the tight, brightly colored sundress that really showed off her growing bump.
Then he drove them over to the pub, and she was none the wiser.
That is until he put a sparkling sash over her shoulder that had “BIRTHDAY GIRL” splashed across the front. That was about when she narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what exactly he was up to.
When they walked in everyone yelled surprise and Ronnie cried. Reuniting with all her friends in tear filled embraces.
She spent the night eating fish tacos in a beach chair with her feet in the sand, sipping on non-acoholic cocktails, surrounded by people she loved, and wondering what she did to deserve jake seresin.
Werewolf AU
If loud and life of the party original recipe ronnie doesn’t like making a big deal out of her birthday, werewolf au ronnie even more so
When she was a kid birthdays were very casual affairs. Just dinner at home with homemade cake and one or two presents.
But of course Jake still likes to treat her on her special day
He’ll wake her up by eating her out with breakfast in bed, making sure the kids stay out to give her a moment of peace and quiet.
He’s been working with the kids all week to make little presents for her. They wrote her stories, made cards, picked bouquets of wild flowers. The older ones will actually drive into town and pick something out from the store.
They’ll usually give gifts as soon as she’s up and out of bed, too impatient to wait any longer.
Then the rest of the day goes as normal for the most part.
The kids will go off to school and she’ll stay home, working on one project or other around the house and doing research in old werewolf texts.
She’ll cook her favorite for dinner
Then Frank will come over to watch the kids while Jake takes her on a run through the woods.
They’ll stop in their special little clearing for an evening glass of champagne that Ronnie carried on her back (she knows not to look inside the bag he gives her).
Jake always makes sure he has a project that she’s requested finished for her on her birthday. Whether it be a new jewelry box, a new table for the entryway, a new rocking chair for the nursery.
But sometimes he’ll add in something special. A necklace or braclet that he’s made himself in his shop, just because he can. Just because he loves seeing her in things that he’s made.
It’s a sweet birthday that ALWAYS without fail ends with them fucking in that clearing lol
Regency AU
Two words: birthday ball
But for real, every year Mr. Seresin and Miss Veronica plan an extravagant ball to be held on the evening of her birthday
They invite over all their friends, and neighbors, and family.
And of course there’s always a big enough cake for everyone to get a slice, the true marvel of the county for one night only
But I can imagine, as their daughters start to come of age and are introduced to society, that their birthday balls take on higher priority. And Miss Veronica stops throwing them on her own birthday all together.
The first birthday with no party would feel strange
Waking up with no plans besides her brother and his family, and Miss Amelia and her family, coming over for dinner
But goddamn if Mr. Seresin doesn’t make her feel special throughout the day
Showering her with gifts and affection, spending all of his time with her
And when the night is over and everyone has retired to bed or their respective homes, Mr. Seresin hums her a tune as they dance in their sitting room
NFL AU
Okay SO birthday before she got pregnant where she just finished out her first few weeks with the Colts:
She went down to Bloomington for the day
Met up with Bradley and a few college friends that still lived in the area
Walked around her old IU stomping grounds
And since Brad is the head coach of the football team, he got them all into the stadium
Him and Ronnie tossed around a ball and she got to run the ball down the field and celebrate like she just scored a touchdown
They went to Mother Bears for dinner then to Blue Bird for drinks and live music
Honestly one of the best birthdays she’s had in a long time
Now flashforward to the next March, baby Maddie is only a month old and her and Jake are engaged.
They still go down to Bloomington for the day
Ronnie gives Jake a tour of IU with Maddie strapped to her front
Brad still gets them into the stadium, and he holds his niece while Jake and Ronnie toss a ball back and forth
They go to Taste of India for dinner at Ronnie’s request
Then head off to their AirBnB in Nashville for the night since it’s way past Maddie's bedtime
After that, Ronnie can’t decide which birthday is better
i love this letter. and i love him. gah. modern au again because... yeah... honestly all of these are probably gonna be modern au lol
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Eren is protective, not possessive. A big thing in your relationship is that you both feel respected enough to have the freedom to do what you'd like. He's never gonna be that guy that's like "Don't hang out with guys" or "Lemme go through your phone."
But if he feels like you're in danger, he's going to step in. If someone is hovering over your drink at a party while talking to you, he's marching over there and snatching it far away from them. Sometimes you get really annoyed at this because you just don't know what's going on, but once things start to click it's a big relief. He's always got your back.
This does not mean he does not have a jealous streak. He just won't bother you about it, instead opting to pout and complain about them or just straight up tell them to fuck off.
"Babe."
"Oh god, here we go again." You sigh, not looking up from your textbook. "Yes, Ereh, my shnookums pookie pumpkin peachy pie? What is bothering you sugar face doll prince cutie?"
"Ew." He scrunches his nose in response, shutting his phone off and inching towards you from his spot laid on his bed. You were wearing his swimming hoodie, the one with his last name written on the back. He likes when you wear it, reminds him that you're his and he's yours. That you care enough to let everyone know that you love him. "Have you talked to Floch recently?"
"That ginger from Reiner's party?" He nods in response, and you shake your head. "No, he was lowkey weird."
"I think he likes you."
"You think everyone likes me."
"It just makes sense!" He exclaims, throwing his hands in the air to emphasize his point. "Everyone should like you. You're hot, and cute, and smart, and funny, and perfect and—"
"I think I get your point."
He wants to protect you from other people or other things, but he wants to be protected from his own thoughts and troubles. He wants you to hold his hand and tell him he was just a kid, he couldn't have saved her no matter how hard he tried. He wants you to hug him close and tell him she's proud of him. He wants you to remind him he's loved, that Mikasa and Armin trust him, that his friends aren't lying and you will always be there for him. That everything is going to be alright.
"Eren?" You ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you desperately lower the brightness of your phone screen. "Are you alright, baby boy?"
"I... I dont think so. I don't think I'm alright," He responds, and you can tell from the scratch in his voice that he's been crying. "I'm outside your door, can you open it?"
You rush to your front door, only to find him stood outside in a dark colored hoodie and sweatpants, long hair out of it's usual messy bun and laying past his shoulders, his eyes red and his hands shaking.
"Oh, Ren," you whisper, holding your hands out for him to bury his face in your chest. He's quick to oblige, letting out a little sob. "What happened?"
"Got in a fight with Mikasa." He hiccups, leaning into your fingers as you run them through your hair. "Said some stupid stuff and now I really regret it. I think Armin heard too. I don't know why I keep fucking up like this, (Name). All she's ever done is be there for me."
You hum, holding him closer as you think about what he said. "Mikasa loves you, Eren. Armin too. I'm sure they were hurt by what you said, but they understand you better than anyone. They know why you do things you do. All you can do now is apologize and try your best to make it up to them."
His breathing starts to steady, and he looks up at you with those bright green eyes. You wipe away the tears with your fingers.
