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targaryenrealnessdarling · 1 year

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Summary: You are introduced with the prince as his second option for a marriage in your family. But how will the Prince react to you own affliction and the backlash from your family | Mini-Series Masterlist

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A/N: You all asked for a part 2 so ask and you shall receive! Again thank you for the request on this one it was really fun to write :)

Warnings: hitting, some sexual suggestions

You could feel your handwriting getting progressively worse as the weeks went by.

That was one thing you had not considered as a side-effect from spending so much time with Aemond.

Every hallway, every corner, every walk in the garden. There was always some off-chance that your paths would cross. And every time this coincidence seemed to happen, there was a stupid smile on your face and your hands grip on your notebook seemed less and less. One a few of occasions he had dared to close the space between you, whether it was to brush a hair from your face or to run a warm hand over yours. All of this serving to send warmth to your cheeks that a smile that reached your eyes.

Nobody was more surprised of this behaviour, than Aemond himself. Though he would never admit it to himself.

He had already gifted you one book, written entirely in cursive Valyrian, promising to read you through it, to teach you how to pronounce the words like a native. The book had been kept well and separate from the rest of them in the library. The cover was a wine colour and there was not a rip on it.

And when he extended the book out to you, your hands delicately traced the patterns on the front, inspecting all the details as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Your eyes had found his, wide and bright with gratitude and a slight film of tears coated them, mouth pulling into a line to stop yourself from crying at the kind gesture.

"Ziry iksos issa jaelagon naejot rȳbagon ao pikībagon bisa, issa riñnykeā"

When he spoke Valyrian, it almost seemed too perfect. His voice was suited to it, and it was a shame that he could not speak it all the time. The way he formed the words, his intonation, all serving to set off a spark inside you. And at the notion that he spoke only to you. For you.

It is my wish to hear you read this, my lady.

The words were sweet. But you relished in the way he said them more so.

The book nestled in your arms, you looked down, trying to hide the blush that very quickly was heating your face from the Prince before you. Your hand smoothed over your clothed arm, picking at the wrinkles in it with anxiety. Your hand went to your side and the mind raced at the notion that your notebook was not there.

And he was stood before you, regarding you and the way your anxious face formed being separated from your notebook. Of course, it had not been an accident. You had dared for this day to leave it behind, but now the space where it would have been seemed endless. Like those soldiers who return from battle with a limb missing, but still feeling it, still being able to control it.

Your eyes briefly met Aemond's and he could see the panic in your eyes. And you need not be panicked or anxious, you knew he was patient and kind, despite appearances.

"gūrogon aōha jēda…" He said quietly, he had his hands laced behind his back and his good eye looked down on you softly.

Take your time.

He looked so peaceful it bought a pain on your heart. Nobody was as patient as him. Nor had anyone in the past been.

You send him a ghost of a smile in thanks, looking away to pull in a long breath of air, so much so that your lungs ached. You let yourself exhale first before bringing another burst of air in, mouth open to form the words,

"i-iska…no, iksā to-l-lī sȳz…" you manage, the nerves being the cause of it more than anything, "…d-dārilaros Aemond…"

You are too kind, Prince Aemond.

You dared look back up at him once you'd finished the sentence. There was that look again, the darkened look he always gives you whenever you say his name. Your grip on the book tightened once again seeing him take a step towards you and he could hear a breath get caught in your throat. He was so close you could see all the details of his dragon-shaped clasps on his tunic. So close you could smell his scent around you. So close that you thought he might touch you.

"nyke hae ziry skori vestrā ñuha brōzi…"

I like it when you say my name.

His hand came to a lock of your hair at the side of your face, running the strands through his dextrous fingers. His other fingers ran across your jaw, sending a chill through you, only to come to rest his palm on your cheek. His motions were so slow and calculated that it sent a heat through your body that settled in your stomach. You swallowed back, suddenly nervous in his presence, even more so when you felt his thumb trace the outside of your lip.

Your eye never moved from his.

"ivestragon ziry aril"

Say it again.

To anyone else it would have been a command. But he seemed desperate to hear it again and a shuddered breath came from you again.

And before you could even prepare yourself, do all your breathing and calming, the words seemed to pass your lips as naturally as the sun rises over the horizon.

"Aemond…"

He was so close still, a smirk on his face and a smile on your own. All anxiety seemed pressed down below the surface, replaced with something new. Something you thought you would never experience.

Desire.

A desire for his company. For his understanding and patience. But also a desire for him. For him to be pressed to you as if in need and desperation. You could feel your throat constrict at the mere thought.

"kostan ūndegon skoros iksā otāpagon…" He started.

I can see what you are thinking.

"…ñuha riña"

Against his better judgement, he withdrew his hand from you to place behind his back once more, standing back to revel in the effect he had on you. You knew what he was doing and it was not original in the slightest, but it still made you smile bashfully, fingers desperately gripping the book he had given you.

He cleared his throat as if he himself was also nervous, " kessa nyke ūndegon ao tolī…tolī ñuha gūrēñare?" he asked. Shall I see you later, after my training.

You nodded in earnest and watched as he turned to leave, his gaze on yours the entire time until his back faced you. Marvelling at his form as he walked away, he took one more glance back before rounding the corner and you wondered how someone could be so expressive with only one eye. And yet even the smallest glance could send a spark through you like no other. That, combined with his words, was the greatest pleasure you had known.

Even the way he walked away served to stir you so. The way his long legs carried his strides and the way he commanded his space with his form, such confidence at face value and yet so often, in your shared language, he had said that it was not always this way. He had learned the cold stare of feigned confidence through the many years he spent hiding himself away, learning to use his words as his weapon and training his body to be his deadliest.

Who would think that a man like this could be so gracious in the presence of a woman.

Of you.

Hurriedly, you half-ran back to your chambers, letting out a deep breath at being alone and able to let out your thoughts on the man. The book he had gifted you was placed lovingly on your bed as a maid softly knocked at your door. All you could do was face the mirror and uncontrollably smile as she loosened the ties of your dress, pulling the gown off your shoulders to pool at your feet.

"You seem in good spirits, my lady" she remarked, preparing the other dress to be worn at the feast. You could tell that when she said it, she was smiling, "Would the Prince have anything to do with that?"

In the mirror you met her gaze very briefly and shrugged, her hm in response seemed to satisfy her question. Without pressing any further, she draped the dress at your feet and once stepped inside pulled the heavy garment up your body to fasten at your front. This maid was quick about her work and laced it effortlessly at the front and at the back, using metal ones at the front that were coated with gold to compliment the deep forest colour of the gown.

Once the skirts were smoothed down, you observed your figure in the mirror. It was quite possibly the only thing you wore which truly fit you and it was here you felt you looked truly beautiful, for the first time maybe ever. All the small gold fastening attached at the front reminded you of the endless times you had seen Queen Alicent with her seven-pointed star accessories, and you thought she had looked beautiful then.

One your hair was styled the way you preferred, not overly braided, the maid stepped back to admire her own work.

"Beautiful, my lady"

You nod your head in thanks as she takes her leave.

You yourself look on your silhouette and shake slightly. To be his betrothed is one thing, but to be his wife. To tame the blood of the dragon. You felt underequipped for the task at hand.

But you had already conquered him. You just did not know it yet.

You had been seated at the table for some time with one of your older brothers before people started to file into the hall. Of course, this wasn't the first time you had been in this room but it had been so altered for the feast that it was unrecognisable. There was a long table in the middle of the room with a red tablecloth and many candles decorating the middle, their flames barely flickering the room was so quiet.

Glancing over to your brother, he had his head in his hand, probably severely hungover. His eyes were closed so tightly that you thought that he might be in pain, and you half thought to ask him if he was alright but decided against it. For he had not spoken a single word to you in the weeks your family had been guests to King Viserys and Lady Alicent.

With a sigh you smooth your hands over your gown and clasp your hands together, sending a glare over to your brother who whispered shut up at your sigh.

You could not even make sound in front of your family. The kindness served to you by Aemond had made you realise how badly they treated you. Especially your father.

The echoes of fast footsteps broke you from your trance and you looked over at the entrance to see you older sister, arms hurriedly beside her in her half-run and a fierce stare tracking the room.

Her daggered eyes landed upon you, finger pointed in your direction.

"You!" the words came from her like a stab.

Her fierce look had you on your feet, a questioning look on your face as your sister made for you across the room, your eldest brother not far behind in his own half-run. The other drunken brother furrowed his brows in curiosity and all time seemed to slow as your sister threw all her weight into her palm to strike you across the face.

You could barely register the pain in your face until you looked back into your sister's hateful eyes which is when the pain started to bloom across your cheek and jaw. More shocked than anything right now, you raised your hand to your now burning face to touch, it was not sore yet but it certainly would be. Your sister looked unnaturally angry, so much so that the lines around her mouth were now visible and she was shaking. Her eyes were scrunched up with her expression, mouth hanging open slightly to say something.

"You fucking whore" she spat at you, her hand came to your bare arm to twist the skin there and you let out a cry at the pain. But she would not let go and seemed to dig her fingernails into you even further, even at the sudden presence of your eldest brother and entrance of your father.

"What is the meaning of this!" your father's voice boomed but your sister never took her eyes off you. Afraid that if she would, you would escape her tight grip.

"How did you do it, hm?" she asked, eye boring into you, "The Prince could not have fallen for an idiot like you…"

Your mouth formed into a flat line in an attempt to deflect her unkind words, pushing the brewing tears back, but an ever-present feeling was there also. Anger.

"Let her go, sister" Your eldest brother was at her side, hand hooked under her arm to pull her away. Not one look from him was given to you.

Your father was not far behind, his booming voice aching for his daughter to release her hold on you, noting the arrival of Queen Alicent into the hall, who looked shocked at the whole situation.

"What did you do then, fuck him?" she snapped and you could feel your anger bubble inside of you. Mouth open ready to say something, the familiar block stopped you, but your sister was so close, so you thought to opt for a whisper if nothing else. You could no just stand idly by while she disrespected you. That is something you had learnt from him. In only the few weeks you had known him, he seemed to have taught you more than your family ever had.

"N-n.." you start, and a moment of surprise passes on your sister's face, but the anger remains, "…not all of us…h-have to…"

She seemed to mull over the words for a long time, fingernails pushing so hard into your skin you were sure there would be bruising and welts. And it was as if it was a language she had not know, you could see her bounce the words in her head. Or perhaps she had never bothered to hear for the sound of her sister's voice before.

It all came down on your sister so quickly and she let a sinister smile pass on her face at the understanding of your words.

"You dare take the Prince from me…" she cursed, her grip tightening like a vice once more around you and you closed your eyes once more to brace yourself for another strike.

"Care to tell me why your hands are on my betrothed?" a voice rang out loud and deep and your eyes popped open again to find Aemond at the doorway, hands ever clasped behind his back, his cold, hard stare at your sister.

Her head spun around with such speed, you thought it might pop off and her confused gaze met the Prince's, but it was not long before a sinister smile returned, her hands still on you.

"I am your betrothed" she returned.

Aemond turned his head so that he could face the sister straight on, nothing needed to be said, saying enough with his gaze entire. The room seemed deathly quiet as he took his few steps towards your sister, his eye never met yours, not even once. There was danger in the room and he felt he had to address it.

"Aemond…" Alicent muttered, trying to distract him. But it was no use. He was trained directly on your sister and you could feel her façade slip away by the second as she shrunk under his look.

"Release her" he ordered. When your sister did not move, he sent a hooded glare down at her, "Now"

It was clear your sister was too out of it to move, so your eldest brother pulled her towards him, with no resistance. Your groaned in pain as your sister's fingernails came from your skin, leaving red half-moon shaped marks on you. Aemond's hand was on your arm instantly, inspecting the damage your sister inflicted on you, his touch soft against the violence that had ensued before. His fingers traced the marks before allowing his eye to meet yours and then your cheek, seeing the way the skin was inflamed, red and no doubt sore.

It was difficult to gauge his emotion at this time. But all you knew it that he was angry.

Turning to your siblings and father, he took your arm softly to push you behind him, whispering to you softly.

"Gaomas ziry ōdrikagon?" Does it hurt? He asked.

You could not dignify him with a lie and simply replied quietly, "M-mirrī…" A little.

Aemond could not tolerate anyone laying a hand on you, and you seemed to understand this as he faced your family.

"What was that?" you father asked, wide-eyed and staring at you. Silence filled the room once more and your father shuffled embarrassed, "Answer me"

"She spoke" your sister said, "So it does speak"

Her laugh filled the room, that cackle that Aemond hated so much. The one that inspired him to cast her aside, now even more annoying.

"You mean to me that you can speak all this time?" your father says, a hint of annoyance in his voice, "And then once in the company of the Prince, suddenly your idiocy is gone?"

"She is a whore" your sister seethes, but your father orders her to be quiet.

"I would suggest you use different words " Aemond warned, his voice low and protective in the face of your family.

The otherwise quiet Queen Alicent seemed to step forward, using her body to separate the two parties. For a long time, she had been the dividing force between families and had no issues stepping back into that responsibility now.

"That is enough" she said softly, her eyes forever on your father, "My Lord, no promises have been made regarding joining our houses"

All at once, the reality of the situation seemed to hit your father. His face changed from one scorned, angry and exhausted to something more hopeful.

"He is meant to be my husband!" your sister called out, eldest brother still holding onto her arm. She looked positively furious and with the opportunity would most certainly have broken free to wreak havoc once more.

"Be quiet" your father warned. Looking towards you, he jutted his jaw upwards, feeling as if suddenly he had the upper hand, "This marriage will still benefit us no doubt and you have done this family an unexpected favour, your Grace"

Alicent wasn't enjoying a moment of this and simply looked onwards, almost dissociated. Your father's tone seemed predatory, his gaze creeping back over to you and Aemond. Your fingers rested on his hand, delicately gripping him and thanking him for his support in this awkward situation.

Aemond cocked his head, knowing your father had more to say.

Stepping forward, your father dared to glower at the Prince.

"You have taken this halfwit from me, at last"

It was clear it was aimed to set Aemond off. And it had almost worked as the man before you went to take a step forward, only to be met with your hand on his chest. Confused, he looked down at you but you simply shook your head. His look was difficult to decipher as many had often said before you, but you refused to allow him to act how others perceived him, so with a soft hand on his chest you gently pushed him back to take your place before him. One hand slipped into his, you faced your father, who had a sick, satisfied smile on his face.

You could see his gaze waver slightly when you went to open your mouth.

He was the one you feared the backlash from the most. Mother, at least, had been somewhat patient and accepting until her death. But after that, it only served to turn your father bitter. If he would not be patient for his other children, there was little hope for yourself growing up with any form of endearment. What could be expected of such a man.

You felt the familiar slam of a block in your throat, and you swallowed heavily, squeezing Aemond's hand beside you. Grounding you. With a deep breath, you looked back up to your father. He would not interrupt you this time. He would not best you.

He could not have the last laugh this time.

"You…" the words came out forcefully, almost clumsy. But no block in sight, "…are no father…t-to me"

The room was deathly quiet and more than anything, everyone was just shocked. You watched your father's face carefully and saw the raw shock that was so clearly there and you hadn't realised just how tightly you had been holding onto Aemond's hand until he squeezed back, a very obvious proud look on his features.

You took a glance about the room once the silence had become uncomfortable, your siblings sharing their own form of shock in equal measure. A sudden feeling of self-consciousness overtook you and you looked over at Alicent and finally Aemond.

Alicent looked entirely neutral if not a little amused, but Aemond did not have to hide his amusement, his lips turned up into a very clear smirk as his eye looked down at you. You dared to send him a smile back, secretly proud of what you had done in the spur of the moment.

"I think it is time for you to leave, my Lord" Alicent said, cutting through the stony silence, "The King and I will send the terms for the marriage in the coming days"

The father looked wordlessly over at the Queen, now haggard and expressionless.

"I trust the matter is closed"

"Hm" was your father's only response. He gave you somewhat of a glare before turning his back, his own hand clamping around your sisters to drag her out of the room. Your brother's seemed to give Aemond a look before following also, the eldest dragging the middle by the cuff of his shirt.

You let out a breath and your shoulders dropped, now relieved of the pressure. Aemond squeezed your hand again,

"T-tolī o-o…olvie?" you ask. Too much?

He shakes his head with a chuckle, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, "Daor, īles vok"

No, it was perfect.

The weight of the burden your family was apparently very hefty, for as they arranged their hasty departure the next day it did not seem to bother you to see them off.

You would happily spend the afternoon sat beneath the Weirwood Tree, book softly placed in your lap. Aemond leaned against the tree behind you, reading over your shoulder as your eyes darted across the words scribbled on the page, fingers at the corner ready to turn with excitement.

Aemond smirked knowingly as his eye caught your family passing the gardens, the servants carrying their luggage. Your father leered over, a gaze that could kill settling upon the Prince, but the only thing that could occupy the space between you both was the sound of you reciting the book before you. The one he had given you as a present.

He sat by, watching every now and then as the line formed between your eyebrows at a particularly difficult word, taking staggered breaths to get the long ones through in a single utterance. And for a moment, watching you reciting the text, Aemond swore he saw the passing of regret pass over your father's features.

Your words seemed to be suited to Valyrian, Aemond so often thought, and even now as he listened to your words from the history book, he took a lock of hair between his fingers to play with the strands. A chill ran up your spine at his hand on your neck, pushing the hair away, the smooth skin hiding beneath now exposed to the cold air.

His hand remained at your nape as you finished the sentence.

"Rȳ z-zȳha…sȳrje…sk-skorkydoso gaomas…b-bisa pikībagon?..." How does this read? you pause to ask, a finger pointed at the page at an unknown symbol. Aemond sat up and leered over your shoulder at the spot,

"Valyria"

"Oh" you answer, now feeling stupid, but chuckling in response. You carried on, Aemond's chin now resting softly atop your shoulder.

"Valyria iksin se….ro-rovaja oktion isse se vys. Iemny ziry..."

"Lemnȳ" Aemond corrected, smiling.

You sigh and push the book closed to place beside you, looking up at Aemond's smug face, he was so close now that you could see the stitching of his eye-patch and a shuddered breath came from you at the hand that was still placed on your skin. His eye was once against hooded to look down at you, perhaps you would never get used to the feeling that gave you.

"Ao pikībagon sȳrī" You read well.

"e-emi mērī..sssepār rhēdan" We have only just started. You shake your head at his words.

"Nyke hae aōha elēni…" I like the sound of your voice, he trailed off and you could feel your cheeks heat up at his compliments. Truthfully, you loved the sound of his more. Especially when he spoke Valyrian. It being your shared language, there was a certain intimacy to it. And you found yourself wondering if he would speak it during…

Your sinful thoughts were cut off by his hand on your jaw, turning your face towards him. If he was close before, now he was even closer, and you held your breath and searched his eye for his intent. He was smiling down at you, finger softly dragging across your skin and it seemed like there was nothing more romantic than saying nothing at all in this moment. Eyes zoned in on him, you opened your mouth to say something, his name.

"Aem-"

His lips interrupted you and you could feel how his softness pressed against you, body heated instantly just purely with his touch. All that fire that burned in his blood, pumped around his body, to be pressed against you now; it burned so nicely that you smiled in his kiss. Allowing him to slip into your mouth as you smiled, the warmth enveloped the two of you and you hand was softly pressed to his chest, grasping the collar of his coat, perhaps in an effort to pull him closer. Aemond groaned with need, sending a vibration of desire that descended through you.

You had never felt so wanted in your life. And Gods, it felt so nice to be wanted, to be needed.

Time seemed to pass so slowly when he had you like this and the desire deepened more so when his hand cupped the back of your head, pressing further into you. A ghost of a moan left you which only seemed to spur him on more so, running swiftly out of breath.

"Aōha udra…" he broke away to whisper, forehead resting on yours, "…nyke jorrāelagon tolī"

You smiled, eyes closed and enveloped in his scent, his love. It was other-wordly.

Your words. I need more.

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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"where are you going dressed like that?" with Aemond maybe? I'm in need of some HOTD fluff.

I have the perfect idea for this.

Pairing: Aemond x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, banter, being protective

A/N: Everyone needs a hot protective sweetheart every once in a while.

2. "Where are you going dressed like that?"

When attending a celebration with your husband of course you want to look your best. Aemond is insistent on whatever you wear will be fabulous but you had yet to show him what you chose.

The surprise was evident on his whole body, not just his face. He was already looking at all the exposed skin, the swell of your breasts barely hidden, your shoulders naked and your neck showing all the marks he left before you started getting ready. "Where are you going dressed like that?" It was certainly a choice.

"We have a party to go to do we not? Is my dress bad?" You turned to give him a look at your back.

"No. It is... a bit too beautiful. And quite a bold choice." He frowned as he thought of the people who would see you. People who had less then pure intentions.

"Is it?" You stepped close to him and ran your hand up to his cheek, then tapped your fingers on the edge of his eye-patch, "Better keep a real close eye on me Aemond."

He let out an amused huff, took your hand and locked your fingers together, "I will not let you leave my side."

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criminalamnesia · 4 months

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Pretty like the sun

warnings: reader described as having long, silver hair; no use of y/n; female!reader; Targaryen!reader; sneaking around with harwin; little sliver of angst but that’s it; fluff; not proofread sorry

summary: you spend a morning with harwin.

author’s note: I miss harwin strong. that is all.

The soft, early morning light poked through the thin fabric covering your window. You stirred in bed, eyes scrunching tighter together as you attempted to will yourself back asleep.

“Good morning,” Harwin’s chest rumbled with the sound of his voice. He was almost whispering, as if afraid to spook you. One of his hands trailed up your back, his fingers ghosting over your bare skin.

“Mhm,” you grumbled, refusing to open your eyes. You snuggled closer to his side, your head laid right over his heart. The reassuring rhythm of its beat brought a small smile to your lips.

“What time is it?” You asked after a moment of comfortable silence, your eyes still closed. You could feel the heat of the sun now, its rays more intense as it rose in the sky.

“Almost time for me to go,” he replied. The hand trailing up your spine moved to rest in your hair, his fingers lightly scratching at your scalp. His free hand moved over your body, looping around you and pulling you impossibly closer.

It was always like this in the mornings you spent together. Hushed words and warm touches. The two of you tangled together, holding each other as close as possible. This time was sacred to the both of you. It was stolen from the rest of the Keep, something just for the two of you to share, damning the rest of them.

“Do you have to?” You asked, but you already knew the answer as you finally opened your eyes. You tilted your head back to look up at your lover. His eyes met yours, and he gave a small smile as he nodded.

“You know I do, Princess. I cannot be caught in here, your father would have my head.”

You rolled your eyes as you turned your head to plant a kiss to his sternum. He hummed in contentment.

“You underestimate my power in this keep, Ser. At most, my father would have your finger. Maybe a hand, if it were a bad day for the King,” you grinned as you teased him, meeting his gaze once more.

It was Harwin’s turn to roll his eyes now. His fingers dug deeper into your scalp, massaging the skin there. You groaned and swatted his hand away, knowing his actions would put you back to sleep.

As much as you wanted to succumb to the welcoming embrace of slumber once more, you knew you’d regret it. Harwin wouldn’t want to wake you, and so he’d slip from the room quietly, depriving you of the chance to wish his farewell. You despised it when he did that– and he knew as much, yet he still tried.

He told you once that he hated seeing the look in your eyes as he left, and that’s why he tried to lull you back to sleep. He didn’t want to watch the sadness and anger seep into your expression as it did every time he snuck away.

It wasn’t sadness and anger aimed towards him, of course. It was at this whole situation– the fact that you two had to hide your affections. The King had made it quite clear you were to remain untouched and unmarried until your sister, Rhaenyra, found a match.

You disobeyed his wishes, but what the King didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him– at least that’s what you believed.

“Where do they have you stationed today?” You questioned the man below you as you turned your gaze to the villainous window that disturbed the peace the night gave both of you. “Guarding ‘Nyra again?”

“Guarding you, actually,” he said, and you sighed.

Having your lover guard you was a double-edged sword. You were with him all day, but you were not allowed to truly be with him. It was almost torture, how the man you loved was right beside you and you couldn’t touch him. You couldn’t even speak to him the way you wanted. You had to remain proper, as did he, and you had to keep up this carefully constructed facade of a princess and her loyal guard.

“You do not wish to be accompanied by me today?” He asked, and you finally pushed yourself up, your hand resting on his chest to support yourself.

The arm he had looped around you fell, his grip now at your waist. His thumb caressed the skin there as he watched your face with concern. His other hand remained in your hair, moving to brush strands of silver from your eyes.

“You know that is not the issue,” you told him.

“Sometimes it is the issue. Remember just a fortnight ago, when you asked for another guard just because I slipped out the night before?”

“You did not tell me you had to go,” you said as you shuffled over to the other side of the bed. His hands retracted from your body to let you move.

“I was not aware I needed to ask your permission to get a glass of water,” he retorted, and you scoffed.

“The last time you snuck out during the night, it was because you were sent to guard my sister for her two week journey to see whoever that lord was. Lannister? Baratheon? I do not recall— but it does not matter. You did not tell me you were leaving!”

“Love–” he began, but you spoke again.

“No, I know, Harwin. You did not know either. I am not trying to fight,” you reached a hand towards him, which he clasped in one of his own. His fingers intertwined with yours, and you smiled.

“I just worry for you. I fear one day you will slip out before I can say goodbye, and I will never see you again.”

Harwin frowned, his eyes trained on you as he gave your hand a small squeeze. You inhaled deeply. “I do not want to keep sneaking around,” you admitted.

“Nor do I, but–” he began.

“But we must,” you finished his sentence with a sigh. “Just until my sister finally meets her match. Which will probably be after we are all dead.”

Harwin laughed and used his grip on your hand to pull you back into him. You gave a sound of surprise as you fell onto his chest, both his hands snaking around your body to keep you glued to him.

“The Princess will wed soon, my love. Your father will make sure of it. And if not, then I am sure you will make sure of it. Gods help Rhaenyra if it gets to that point. You are quite scary when you are angry.”

“As scary as Daemon?” You questioned, your eyebrows raised as you glanced up at Harwin. A teasing grin painted your lips.

“Oh, much scarier. The Rogue Prince wishes he was as terrifying as you.”

“Careful, Ser,” you giggled. “My uncle would feed you to Caraxes for such an insult.”

“It would be an honorable death, dying to defend my Princess.”

You shuffled upwards so that your face was right above his. Your hair fell around the both of you, creating another barrier the sun streaming through the window fought to break through.

“You are insufferable,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.

“Am I?” He asked with a grin.

“Mhm,” you hummed in answer before lowering your lips to his.

The kiss lasted a few wonderful, peaceful seconds before a sobering knock sounded at the door.

“Princess!” Your lady-in-waiting called from behind the door, her knock becoming louder as she tried to rouse you. Unbeknownst to her, you were very awake at the moment.

Your eyes widened as you looked down at your lover who was very much naked, very much still in your bed, and very much late to his post.

“Princess, are you awake? Are you in there? I don’t see Ser Harwin out here. Are you alright?” You could hear panic begin to sneak into the woman’s tone. You knew how it looked to her– a locked door, no guard, and a silent princess? She probably thought you were dead.

You pulled yourself from Harwin’s embrace once more and hurried out of bed, reaching for the night clothes you had discarded the night before. Harwin followed suit in rushing from bed. He began grabbing at clothes and armor, trying to be silent but quick as he redressed.

“I’m awake!” You shouted to your lady-in-waiting as you ran a hand through your hair. You turned to watch as Harwin gave up on buttoning his shirt and began gathering his armor in his hands.

“You have got to go!” You whisper-shouted at him.

“I am trying! This damn armor–” he groaned as he nearly dropped his metal chest plate. You cringed as you watched his barely catch it, releasing a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. That sound would’ve had your lady busting down your door in an instant.

“Princess, are you alright in there?” You heard your lady ask as the door knob jiggled.

“Quite!” You yelled back, your pitch rising in panic. You rushed to Harwin’s side and began snatching up the remaining pieces of his armor. You ushered him to the secret passage in your room, prying open the door and all but pushing him inside. “Just looking for something!”

You pushed the armor in your hands into Harwin’s, who was looking at you with a wide grin.

“What?” You asked incredulously, curious as to how he could be smiling at being nearly caught.

“Looking a little disheveled, Princess.”

“Gods, go!” You scolded him with no real bite to your words. You shoved at his broad shoulders, careful not to disturb the mountain of metal in his arms.

He gave a quiet laugh as he swiftly ducked down to kiss your forehead. “See you soon, Princess.”

With that, he disappeared down the dark passageway and you all but slammed the door closed. You quickly concealed it once more before smoothing down your nightdress, taking a deep breath, and opening the door for your lady-in-waiting.

“Gods, I thought you were being killed!” She cried, her voice shrill as she surged into the room.

You gave a breathless laugh as you shut the door behind her, noticing a forgotten trinket of Harwin’s laying on the stone floor. You swiftly kicked it under your wardrobe before your lady turned to face you.

“Where was Ser Harwin? He was not by your door,” she questioned as she began to assess your appearance.

“Oh, I sent him to fetch me a glass of water well before you arrived. He never returned. I suppose he was roped into something more important.”

“Hm,” your lady hummed, unconvinced, but she didn’t press the topic further.

The two of you fell into comfortable silence as you went through your routine of dressing.

Finally, as your lady finished clasping a ruby necklace around your neck, she cleared her throat to speak.

“Did he at least take all his armor with him this time?”

Your cheeks turned a deep red, and your lady laughed.

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leviathanspain · 2 years

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you tore my world in two

daemon targaryen x targaryen!reader

synopsis: giving birth to a targaryen child was never easy

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you were writhing. your hands clutched at the bed sheets before you as another scream rippled from your throat. you didn’t feel anything that wasn’t the feeling of your body being torn apart.

“the child-“ your midwife panted as you felt her hand, “finally!” she shrieked, and the need to push arrived again, and you screamed, heavily as you cried.

daemon was watching you from the doorframe, he was frozen with shock as he watched you, his heart pounded in his chest as he watched you cry.

the baby made no noise as you finally birthed it. a slap on the back of the baby’s chest was heard but no cry. your face was wet with tears, your brow drenched with sweat. your blood was falling onto the floor in puddles, red, sorrowful puddles.

daemon couldn’t take his mind off what he had done to you, what this child brought onto you. now the child couldn’t even give his own mother the decency of crying, a reward for the price you had paid.

you beckoned daemon to look at the child, your eye lids were slowly wavering, you started to feel the heaviness of your body, and you felt yourself slip off the edge of the bed.

daemon ran towards you, his arms catching you before you hit the stone cold floor. you were light as a feather, blood still pooled from between your legs and your skin was colorless, even your white hair was graying. he was watching you die, he was holding you as you were dying.

you awoke slowly. your eyes were crusted shut, your body felt tight and you felt this emptiness within you. you could barely see the light in the dark room, a small candle lit beside you. a lady walked up to you, and you recognized her suddenly, “my lady.” she greeted you, a smile of joy mixed with relief evident on her face as she saw you. you managed a smile, and you drowned out her voice as she called for the others, and you tried to recollect your memory.

“my lady.” a voice called to you from the door and you turned, watching a small bundle move in the hands of the nurse. your heart jumped with joy as you saw your child, “a boy.” she told you, and you couldn’t help the tears in your eyes as you picked the child into your arms.

“where is she?!” you heard shouts coming from down the corridor and you immediately recognized them.

“daemon?” you called you, and the nurses jumped back slightly as he burst into the room, his face was covered with dirt, and he smelled of dragon.

“daemon.” you cried, happy to see your husband, and immediately he embraced you, gently as you whimpered slightly.

“i was so afraid..” he paused, and swallowed thickly, “you tore my world apart when we first met, and you tore it completely to shreds last night.” he kissed your forehead and noticed the little baby in your arms, “i didn’t know what to do..” his voice trailed off as he looked at you, and the relief in his face was truly heartening.

“i love you so much, my love.” he kissed your forehead, again, repeatedly to show his love, “more than you’ll ever believe.”

the baby cried before you could respond, and you cooed, happy to hear the noise you so desperately fought for.

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ichorai · 1 year

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the silent storm ; aemond targaryen.

pairing ; aemond targaryen x mute!reader (gender-neutral)

synopsis ; aemond pays you a visit in the library and has a confession to make.

words ; 1.2k

themes ; fluff, mildly suggestive, established relationship (married)

warnings / includes ; mentions of killing/death/violence, reader is one of jasper wylde's many children, aemond being whipped for you <3 also he learned their version of sign language js for you, some kisses but nothing more than that, "i'd burn down the entire world for you" trope, lots of pet names :)

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The candle’s flame warbled as you set it down on the table, bathing the small corner of the library in a dewy, clementine luminescence. You narrowed your eyes at the frayed spines of the arranged historical books, fingers trailing along the dusty shelves.

After several minutes of debating between a tome on the history of dragonkeeping, and a lengthy volume on alchemic remedies, you settled on reading the latter for tonight. You eased down into a rickety wooden chair that did no favors for your back, flipping the old book open with a gentle smile, and began to read.

Not even ten minutes past, your husband’s voice drifted through the library, quietly calling your name.

You reluctantly pulled your attention away from the miraculous works of potions and brews depicted on the yellowing pages, and affectionately rolled your eyes to the side. It was an ongoing joke amongst the court that Aemond physically couldn’t be without you for more than an hour at once. The two of you were scarcely ever seen without one glued to the other’s hip. The Silent Storm and the One-Eyed Dragon, the lords and ladies oft called you and your husband.

With your father, Lord Jasper Wylde, being the Master of Laws, he was usually far too busy for the likes of you. Not to mention that he had four wives and twenty-eight other children to attend to—you were simply known as ‘the quiet one’ in your youth, which soon evolved to the Silent Storm when the court witnessed you beating up one of your older brothers with no restrain when you caught him stealing your coffers, where you kept your silvers.

Imagine your father’s utter shock when Aemond set his sights upon you, proclaiming you to be his almost instantly. Not even three months later, the two of you were wed, and you couldn’t be happier.

“There you are,” the prince said, eye lighting up when he caught sight of you. “I knew I’d find you here.”

You arched a brow. Don’t be so smug. I’m always here, you signed, hands motioning languidly as your lips curved up into an amused grin.

Aemond moved forward to sit beside you, two of his fingers slotting beneath your chin to tilt your face up so he could plant a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. “Yes, yes, you and your beloved books. Hardly a second goes by without your nose buried between pages.”

A humored huff fell from your lungs. You lifted your hands. Sounds like you’re jealous.

Your husband watched you sign, before scoffing. “Me? Jealous of books?”

Worry not, husband. I love you more than I love the library, I promise.

Ironically enough, right after you gestured out your reassurance, you turned right back to your book and began reading once more, missing the tilt of Aemond’s head and the widening, lovesick smile curving the corner of his mouth upward.

“What are you reading?” he asked, peering over your shoulder, before softly laying a kiss against the slope of your neck, lips brushing against the cold metal of the necklace he’d gifted you on your last name day. You smelled of lavender and honey, a scent he’d give anything to drown himself with.

Alchemy, you responded.

“Apologies, my love, I’m afraid I don’t recognize that word,” Aemond whispered into your skin, not unkindly.

You turned back to your husband, eyes soft and patient. You spelled it out for him, having to lightly swat his face away from your neck with a silent laugh just so he’d be able to concentrate.

“Ah, alchemy,” he mumbled, voice rife with affection, drawing you closer to him. “What have I done to deserve someone equally intelligent as they are beautiful?”

Instead of responding, you leaned forward to kiss him, his lips melding gently over yours. You pulled away to plant another kiss to the side of his nose, and a final one right below his leather eyepatch.

I love you, Aemond signed to you, before pressing his enclosed fist right above your beating heart. “Avy jorrāelan. I would burn down the entirety of Westeros at your behest, jelmāzma.” Storm.

I’d rather you not, but thank you for offering, you replied, brows pulling together incredulously and your shoulders shaking with muted chuckles. A brilliant smile flickered over your expression, the shadows of your face elongated with the candlelight. What brings about such a… violent sentiment?

A beat of silence. Aemond seemed hesitant, his hand coming forth to lovingly stroke your cheek, thumb running along your jaw.

“Promise you won’t be mad at me.”

You blinked at him in a miffed fashion, then narrowed your eyes accusingly. What did you do?

Aemond winced. There was a reason why the court called you the Silent Storm. “Promise me first, darling,” he said, trying his best to placate you.

Fine, sure, I promise. Your gaze was sharp, and Aemond already had a feeling that your words were empty.

“Well, I was training with Criston when I overheard two bumbling, foolish lords passing by—and they were talking about you. Naturally, I stopped sparring and listened to their conversation. It was… an improper debate about whether or not you’d make sound in bed.”

You sighed, used to the giggles and whispers behind your back. The lords and ladies often forgot that just because you were mute, didn’t mean you couldn’t hear them, either.

You killed them, then?

“I killed them,” Aemond confirmed, looking none too sorry about it, either. “Slit both of their throats. I couldn’t stand by and just listen to them insult you in such a way.”

They were jesting! you hurriedly signed, frustrated that your husband had taken such drastic measures without confronting you first. That is what men do, they jest and they speak ill-will and they are pigs about it! There is naught that we can do about their behavior other than a slap on the wrist—you cannot just kill anybody who gets on your nerves! Swear that you won’t do it again. Swear it, Aemond!

“But they were—”

You held a warning finger up, effectively halting him in his protests. The glare you had fixed on him held the intensity of a thousand hurricanes. And what was a dragon in comparison to the might of a storm?

“Yes, my love,” Aemond reluctantly said, biting down on his tongue.

The anger melded over your visage seemed to melt away at his relatively easy acquiescence.

Good boy, you teasingly signed, which earned you a light, ticklish pinch of retaliation to your side. I love you, too, by the way. But if you take another undeserving soul again—I’m going to have to reconsider.

A deep hum fell from his throat, and you were about to gesture some more warnings (borderline threats), but the thoughts were dashed from your mind when he surged forward to kiss you, pushing you up against the bookshelf. His large, spindly hands splayed over your waist and curved along your back.

“Alchemy can wait, can’t it?” he murmured into you, nearly dizzy with yearning.

You shook your head with an exasperated beam, before pulling him forward by the lapels of his coat and slanting your lips against his once again.

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eufezco · 1 year

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SHORT HAIR SUITS YOU – D.T. x FEM!READER

fluff, smut. english isn't my first language 🫶🏻

"Gods be good." You closed the book that was resting on your legs once you saw Daemon entering your chambers. Covered in blood that you prayed to the Seven it wasn't his. You got out of your warm bed, stood on your feet, and approached Daemon. He stepped back when you tried to cup his cheek, that gesture made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "Is that blood yours?" You asked while you analyzed his face, looking for any wound or any sign that let you know that he was hurt. His silver hair was soaked in blood, his garment too, but Daemon shook his head, and you let out a sigh of relief. He finally ended the Crabfeader, you were gonna be able to have your husband back. You checked his clothes asking yourself why the hell he didn't wear armor to combat, and why the hell didn't wait for Viserys' men. Your back tensed when you found half of an arrow stuck in his chest, really close to his armpit. Did he fly all the way here with that in there?

"Ser Criston." You walked past your husband, out of your room, and quickly got the knight at your door's attention. "Could you call the maids, please? I need them to run a bath for prince Daemon. Oh, and we will need Grand Maester's assistance as well." The knight nodded, and left.

You got in your chambers again and helped Daemon with his clothes. He was trying to do it by himself but the obvious signs of pain on his face and the hisses escaping his mouth moved you to help your husband. You undid his belt, and Dark Sister fell to your feet from around his waist. Before you helped him to sit down on your bed, you took his trousers off, and you noticed that he had another wound a little below his knee. For the shape of it, you would say that it had been another arrow as well.

"You want to do it yourself?" You asked him. The arrow remaining stuck in his chest needed to be out so could keep undressing him. Daemon shook his head.

"You do it." The prince said, and he bit his lower lip down, closing his eyes. His head rested on your belly as you firmly grabbed the piece of wood. "Take a deep breath." You recommended him and he did as you said. When his lungs were filled with air, you pulled out the arrow. A shiver run down your husband's spine but he didn't complain, not even a groan left his mouth. A little bit of blood came out of his wound, staining your nightgown that was already ruined because of Daemon's hair against the fabric, but you couldn't care less.

As you both waited for the maids to arrive, you stayed in that position as you caressed his long hair. Finally getting some rest after days.

Then you carefully removed every layer of the clothes he was wearing from his body. The maids were already in the room, getting the water ready for the prince. "Oh, Daemon." You swallowed nervously and you could hear a stifled whimper from the maids when you discovered prince Daemon's chest. He had two open wounds, the one the arrow that was stuck in him did, and another one on his lower abdomen. His skin had bruises everywhere, but it was even worse around his wounds. They were covered with dry blood, the colors purple, black and red decorated his white skin, and it didn't look good.

The maids left and it was just you and Daemon in the room. The prince walked naked to the bathtub. The windows of your chambers were getting foggy as the smoke came out of the water. Daemon slid into the bathtub, letting the hot water cover his whole body and feeling all his muscles relax. You grabbed the sponge and you knelt next to the bathtub, dipping the sponge in the water. You felt your hand burning, You could be the wife of a dragon but you were still sensitive to these things. Daemon hissed and you apologized when you started rubbing his chest, careful to not touch his wounds.

"Why didn't you wait for King Viserys' aid?" You rubbed the blood out of his neck and Daemon just looked at you with his eyebrows raised. You pressed your lips together and nodded. No words were needed, but you still thought that it had been a dumb move to not wait, yet you were so proud of your husband for what he just did.

You cleaned his face, his white skin returning to its normal color and then you focused on his hair. It was so long, probably the longest you can remember Daemon having it. You started by undoing his braid and then you asked him to sink his head into the water so you could wash the blood away. He felt in heaven, this was why he did not let himself be killed at the Stepstones. He didn't need titles, he didn't need his brother's aid, he didn't need the Stepstones, he just needed you brushing his hair while humming a song to him. Daemon could die at that moment.

"Your hair is really long. I shall braid it again once your wounds are treated." You kissed one of his temples once you were done with his hair and you stood on your feet. You helped the prince to get out of the bathtub and you moved behind him to cover his body with a towel. His back had big bruises all over it and you could guess it hurt badly when he hissed after the fabric fell on his shoulders You apologized right after and Daemon turned to look at you. His facial expression was soft, his eyes were kind and he looked at you with hope because the night he left for the Stepstones, Daemon thought it would be the last time he would see you. The prince held your chin up between his thumb and index fingers and he attached his lips to yours. His shoulders relaxed and both of his arms traveled down the length of your body to hug it against his while your lips moved together.

"I fucking missed you." Daemon groaned against your lips and you hummed, agreeing with him. Your husband's hands were already working on the back of your dress when the Grand Maester knocked on the door of your chamber. Daemon's kisses moved from your lips to behind your ear. "Don't." He murmured and bit the lobe of your ear, making you whimper. You placed your hand on his abdomen, feeling the blood running down it and meeting your fingers.

"Daemon, you're still bleeding." His kisses on your neck didn't stop because he didn't care about what you were saying. You had to bite your lip down to stop yourself from moaning. "Come in!" You said loud enough for the Grand Maester opened the door right after. Daemon's kisses stopped immediately, his forehead resting on your shoulder, defeated. Your hand went to caress his hair as you giggled at his reaction. Daemon sat on the bed again and took one of your hands between his, playing with your fingers and kissing your knuckles while the old man treated his wounds. If it had been you in Daemon's place, you would have been crying and panicking all the time while the Grand Maester poked at your wounds, trying to find any more pieces of the arrows, cleaning and removing the hard sticky mess that formed on the surface of them. But it was Daemon, and he didn't like to show any weakness or any sign of pain. Sometimes he would squeeze your hands, other times he would hiss, closing his eyes shut and then opening them again, sending deadly glances to the old man. Your kisses on the back of his hand stopped him from picking up Dark Sister from the floor and do only the Gods know what to the maester.

"I'll be right back." You announced him and Daemond let himself fall backward, completely defeated on your bed as he nodded. You accompanied the maester outside of your chambers and closed the door behind you. The Grand Maester told you how to take care of Daemon's wounds and to not allow him to tear out the stitches. He had done it before, thinking that his wounds would heal on their own, and of course they did not. You understood and quickly got back inside your chambers.

You let out a sigh after seeing what your husband was doing.

"I really liked your long hair."

"I liked it as well."

Daemon was in front of your full-length mirror, completely naked and with the Maester's scissors in hand, giving his beautiful long and silver hair some deadly cuts. "Let me help you. You will completely destroy your hair." Daemon was way taller than you so you had to grab the chair at your desk for the prince to sit down and be within your reach. You didn't ask him why he did it but the short hair made him look different, more mature, as if he was trying to escape the Rogue Prince. Maybe that was the image he wanted to give to his brother now that he had finally taken the Stepstones.

You couldn't save the lenght of his hair because he had already cut some locks of hair really short when you decided to intervene before it got any worse. The new haircut fit him better, the short hair sharpened his features but at the same time made him look softer. Of course, you would never say that to him because he would go crazy. "Handsome." You stated once you were done. You moved between the prince and the mirror and using your thumb and index finger to hold his chin, you made him look up at you. You fixed his hair as the prince's eyes looked at you with pure adoration. Both of his hands caressed your hips over your nightgown. You enjoyed his gentle touch until his fingers started to clutch at the thin fabric covering your body, slowly revealing your legs to him.

"You must rest." You said, knowing his intentions.

"Haven't you missed me? Because I fucking have." With the skirt of your nightgown completely clutched in between his fists, he pulled you closer to him, almost sitting you on his lap. "You were on my mind every single day... and every single night." Daemon looked up at you, dutifully. "You were all I could think about on the battlefield. About being between your legs again and how wet you'd be when I told you that we had taken the Stepstones." Daemon got up from the chair slowly, his hands sliding your dress off your body at the same time and you didn't resist him undressing you. If you left out the fact that he came home covered in his own blood, he would have been right about what would have happened when he told you that they had won. But his words at that moment were doing the same effect.

Your hands dug into his short hair once he connected his lips with yours. The pulls from your fingers on his scalp were softer when he had long hair, but now his hair was short enough to make him groan against your lips every time you pulled from his hair. Daemon walked you to the bed, his hands never leaving your waist as he carefully laid you on the mattress. He held his weight using his hands on both sides of your head, his hard cock pressing against your belly. Your lips were swollen once Daemon finally moved from them to focus on your neck, making you squirm under him. Your hands traveled down all his back, being really careful with the bruised skin under your fingers, feeling his muscles clench under your palms, until you got to his ass. Daemon's tooth brushed against your neck as his lips sucked harder on the soft skin of it after your hands squeezed his butt.

The prince's hand moved to cup one of your breasts, the whimper you let out sending electric waves down his spine. Using one of his legs he parted yours even wider, the firm holds on his cock helping him to rub his cock up and down your slit. As much as you wanted to hook your legs over the swell of his ass and let him fuck you so hard that the morning after you would have people questioning if you were okay, as much as you wanted to feel his hips slamming into you and he his hands digging into your hips from holding you in place, Daemon was hurt, so the fewer efforts he made, the better for his recovery.

"Let me do it."

And Daemon didn't object. He took your place but instead of lying on the mattress, Daemon sat with his back against the wall so he could have a perfect view of you. You used one of your hands to steady yourself on top of him, and with your other hand, you grabbed his cock by the base of it to help you sink it inside you. Daemon opened his mouth in a perfect 'o' form, letting out a moan and sinking his nails into the flesh of your waist. You let your head fall backward and bit your lower lip, being careful to not press onto Daemon's wounds with your hand on his abdomen.

You started by rolling your hips, feeling his dick brush the deepest places inside you. The sex with Daemon had been always amazing, even when you two weren't married, but you could count on the fingers of one hand the times he let you ride him, and when he did, it was basically him bucking his hips upwards, and taking the lead. He just loved to be in charge, taking you from behind while his fingers work on your clit and he mumbles the dirtiest things in your ear, having your legs over his shoulders as he pounds into you, even sitting on your dressing table and having your legs around his body and your nails scratching down his back.

His chest heaved as he gasped for air when instead of rolling your hips, you bounced on his dick. Daemon couldn't help but move his hands to your hips to help you go up and down his cock. Your moans muffled and died onto the skin of his neck as the muscles of your thighs began to burn. He really tried to let you have your way with him, set the pace and guide him, but he had missed you so much and you needed to feel him closer. Every time he leaves your side, you don't know if you'll ever see him again. Daemon leaned to trap your lips with his as he couldn't help but buck his hips upwards, meeting yours. "It's fine. I've got you." Your husband mumbled in your ear and right after he started kissing the sensitive skin behind your ear. You knotted your fingers into his short hair while you rolled your hips adding more pleasure to Daemon's thrust.

He didn't care about the pain as long as it was accompanied by you clenching around him. You moaned his name, feeling your throat go dry as your legs closed and shook, stopping him from thrusting into you anymore. Daemon came inside you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder but still holding you in place so you won't waste a single drop of him.

"We will fly tomorrow morning to the Stepstones." Daemon continued kissing your neck while you both came down from your highs. You knotted your fingers into his hair and used that grip to pull him closer to you as you hummed feeling his lips working on your neck.

"We?"

"Yes. They will name you Queen of the Narrow Sea."

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Lemon Cakes and Other Gifts

Pairing: Aemond x F!Strong!Reader

Summary: Someone has been leaving Princess Helena’s lady in waiting gifts in her chamber and Helena and (Y/N) struggle to figure out who until (Y/N) catches him lemon cake handed.

TW: none

Word Count: 1959

Part one. Part two is up and linked at the bottom.

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There were few comforts at court since your father and brother died. You still technically had Larys but while he was your ward you had never been close with your older brother. At least not as close as you had been to Harwin. You were so much younger than the pair that Larys was often bored of your presence, but Harwin had loved it. he loved having a little sibling to play with and take care of. He taught you how to fight with a stick then a wooden sword then eventually, without telling your father, a real one. Larys wasn’t mean or cruel he just…didn’t care. So you were surprised he decided to keep you with him at court when your father and brother died. You expected to be sent back to Harrenhall. Instead, you stayed at court and became Helena’s official lady in waiting. You had always been friends before this, being raised side by side in court due to your father being the king's hand, so all your duties were basically just doing what you usually did. You would read with her, talk, take walks, do her hair, and listen to her dreams. But Larys seemed happy with the ‘upgrade’. Being so close with Helena meant being close to her brothers. While Aegon and you knew each other you rarely spoke though when you did it was often him asking for milk of the poppy for his hangovers. Aemond talked to you more often however still not a lot. Occasionally you would have dinner with his sister and him, and sometimes the rest of the Targaryen Hightower as well. He would talk about all things polite and expected but you would often catch him looking at you.

When you walked the halls with Helena you couldn’t tell if he was watching you or his sisters. However, even when Helena was not around you could swear you saw him glancing. You never had the nerve to glance back more than once. Sometimes if you were brave twice. It was hard not to stare but somehow you managed. After a long day at court of fake smiling and making connections that made you nauseous, you returned to your chambers to find a plate of lemon cakes sitting on the table by your window. You couldn’t help but smile as you relaxed with your treats by the window, watching the sunset. You didn’t even question who had left them. Then the next day arrived, and you found more treats in your room. A plate of iced currant cakes sat in the same spot the lemon cakes had. The day after that it was spiced cake. After that, it was gingered brie tart then cheesecake then strawberry pudding on the 7th day. Each day you grew more suspicious that the kitchen didn’t just feel like being nice to you. You had asked a servant who often attended your chambers but she said she didn’t know. Who had been coming into your room to leave treats? Then it made sense. “Helena,” You smiled as you jogged to catch up to her and take her arm. “(Y/N)! you look happier than usual,” she said, linking her arm with yours as you began to walk together. “Would you like to join me in the gardens?” “I would love to,” You beamed, “Also I wanted to say thank you. The cakes were so sweet, but you really didn’t need to,” Helena’s face scrunched up “what cakes? Though im glad they’re making you happy. If I knew that’s all it took I would’ve hired a personal baker,” “The cakes? The ones I’ve been finding in my room every night,” You stopped walking and Helena turned to look at you “It’s not been you leaving them?” “I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re talking about,” After filling her in on all the details you finally arrived at the gardens. You sat together on the grass by a large yew tree on the edge of the garden. “That’s so strange,” she said, “but im more worried about what stranger is going into your room. Unless the servant girl was lying and does know,” “But why would she lie? Who wouldn’t want me to know they’re a nice person?” you said. Suddenly Helena's smile took over her face, “You must have a secret admirer. Oh (Y/N) this is so adorable. Some starry-eyed lover is leaving you cakes!” You laughed as she took your hands, “Helena that doesn’t change me not knowing who’s been going in my room,” As you both laughed and talked together, speculating who it may be, you saw Aemond walk past, and your eyes felt glued to him however when you saw him walking over to you both you tore your eyes away. “Sister. (Y/N). you both seem very giggly today. Should I be scared?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, Before you could stop her Helena already started “(Y/N) has a secret admirer. Someone has been leaving her cakes in her room for the past week. We’re trying to think who it could be. Have you heard anything,” you felt your cheeks grow redder as she spoke. A smirk began to ghost Aemond’s face, “I can’t say I have but I will be sure to keep an ear out. Are there any suspects in particular?” “Not yet,” Helena said, “but im dying to find out who. I wonder what they’ll leave you tomorrow,” “Well if they keep leaving cakes my teeth may fall out,” you joked. Aemond’s smirk disappeared but you couldn’t tell why. He was probably getting bored of your conversation, “then again id be happy with anything he left me. It’s just nice to be appreciated,” Aemond smiled “I understand. I’ll let you girls know if I hear anything. Goodbye sister. (Y/N).”

Later that night you returned to your chambers and went to check what treat you received this time only to find a book instead. Maybe your admirer had realised the effects of eating so many sweets. From that night your gifts started to vary far more. You found books, flowers, fruits, honey, perfume, wine, and still the occasional sweet treat. After a full month of these gifts, you were desperate to find out who had been leaving them. The servants insisted they had no knowledge, and you didn’t like to try intimidating them. By this point, Aegon had also found out and took to teasing you about who it could be. You just hoped it didn’t get back to your brother. Usually, you didn’t head back to your chambers till after yours and Helena's usual dinner at 7 however her son had spat up on you halfway through and you needed to return to change. As you walked down the corridor from Helena’s room to your own you attempted to wipe the stain away with a rag. You were so preoccupied you didn’t even see Aemond until you had already knocked into him. “Im so sorry my prince I- “ “It’s okay,” You looked up and watched as his face went red, “I was just leaving. Goodnight,” You watched as Aemond rushed down the corridors and disappeared down the stairs. He had rushed off before he went to either his mother's or Helena’s chambers, only Helena’s children’s chambers and your own and there were in this corridor. You couldn’t help but wonder what happened. Maybe the smell of the baby's spit had grossed him out. You couldn’t tell. Eventually, you turned and headed to your own chambers to change. After a struggle of trying to get your dress on and your nightgown on did you even think to check the table by the window. You walked over to the table and found a velvet box which you opened to reveal a gold chain necklace with a flower pendant. You smiled as your fingers traced the flower and carefully took it from its box. The chain felt so delicate against your skin. After putting it on you sat by the window, watching over the courtyard with one hand on the necklace. You looked down to see Aemond walking across the courtyard. He stopped and turned for a second and he looked up at your room. You smiled and used your free hand to wave. For once you didn’t feel afraid to look at him. You couldn’t tell if he smiled back but he waved back and continued walking.

The next day you showed Helena the necklace and she gushed over it. she insisted it meant he was getting more serious, and he’d show his face soon. You weren’t so sure, but you couldn’t help feeling excited. A few days passed and you headed to Helena’s chamber to have your usual dinner when you found out she was ill. She insisted it was nothing and you would have dinner the next night but she was just tired. You kissed her forehead and wished her well and returned to your own room to have dinner there. You opened the door to your chambers and went to walk to your bed when you heard something smash and your head snapped to where the table by the window was. “Aemond?” you asked as he frantically tried to pick up the broken plate and now ruined lemon cakes. “Are you okay?” “Im fine im sorry I just knocked this over im sorry,” “Hey, it’s okay,” you said as you walked over and crouched beside him, gently taking the pieces out of his hands, and sitting them on the table, “Its only lemon cake,” Aemond nodded his head and finally stood up but wouldn’t look at you, instead staring at the floor. You placed a hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” he mumbled, eyes still glued to the floor, “I’ll leave you be. Goodnight (Y/N),” As Aemond quickly walked to the door you looked at the plate and then to him, “Did you leave these here?” Aemond froze. You had never seen him lost for words. He was quite sure. But he was quiet by choice. He always had a response for everything. But now he stood in the middle of your room silent as a ghost and almost as pale as one. “What are you doing in my room Aemond?” you pressed, walking towards him. “Are you the one that’s been leaving me all these gifts?” You walked in front of the prince, forcing him to look at you. “And if I have?” he asked. “Would you be mad?” “Why would I be mad?” you smiled. “I don’t know,” He whispered as he looked down again. You smiled, taking a step closer, “Well if it had been you, I would need to say thank you. Then id need to try make up for all the gifts you gave me,” Aemond eyes darted up to look at you. A smile finally started to come across his face. “How would you make it up to me? If I had of course,” “Well, if you had,” you said taking another step closure, only being a few inches apart, “I might just have to kiss you,” Aemond waited no more time and closed the gap. He grabbed your waist and brought you in to kiss you. Your hands went to his chest to try to steady yourself which only seemed to make the kiss get deeper. Eventually, you had to pull away for air and you rested your forehead on his. “I’ll need to get you more lemon cakes,” Aemond said as he grinned down at you. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face, “I can think of something I want more than cakes right now,” you said as you pulled him back in for another kiss.

Part two here

A/N: First time writing for GOT/HOTD and spell check hates their names. It’s also my first time in 3 years writing fanfic again so it was fun.

Very tempted to make a part 2 because the thing that inspired this didnt even make it in the story

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cinnamonshay · 1 year

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All About Us— Aemond Targaryen

A fluffy little fic about Aemond x f!Targaryen!Reader from their dance lessons until their first dance as adults

italicized in the beginning due to it being more so a flashback to young Aemond and reader.

ñuha jorrāelagon - my love

ñuha dārilaros - my prince/princess

taglist: @lyannastarkweather @m00n5t0n3 @allamericanuniverse

word count; 739

` Take my hand I’ll teach you to dance `

Aemond stood in front of you his pulse racing but his eyes were downcast as he outstretched his hand, waiting impatiently for you to take it, “Y/N, you’re supposed to take my hand. How else are you going to learn how to dance?”

Your eyes twinkled in the lighting as you smiled brightly, “I expect you’ll just have to teach me.” You retorted, taking his hand in the same measure as he smoothly pulled you towards him, you giggled in absolute delight as he spun you.

` I’ll spin you around, won’t let you fall down `

You lost your footing slightly as you twirled, and he caught you around the waist, smirking at you as he dipped you low, a move he had learned from watching Aegon, before pulling you back to your feet in a fluid movement, the awe in your face boosting his ego, “You’re not supposed to fall down when you’re dancing, Y/N.” He laughed at you, two children in their own amusement.

You fumbled the next dance move, stepping on Aemond’s toes as you went the wrong way, and Aemond shook his head, laughing again, his eyes filled with mirth.

“Follow my lead, it’s okay if you step on my feet a bit.”

` Would you let me lead, you can step on my feet `

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` The room’s hush, hush and now’s our moment `

Your eye’s met Aemond’s as he extended his hand to you, an endearing smirk on his face, “Shall we show them how it’s done, my love?” He asked, and you smiled, laughing as you accepted his hand, “I suppose it must fall to somebody.”

He led you to the floor and the room went silent, all eyes on the pair of you, but the two of you only held sight of each other, Aemond pulled you towards him and you spun in until your back was pressed closely against his muscled chest, a move you had perfect as children.

` cause lovers dance when they’re feeling in love `

Aemond spun you out again, his eye trailing over your face and the blissful smile as you danced and twirled, his hands met your waist as he lifted you, pivoting gracefully before he lowered you to the ground again in a sweeping motion,

He twirled you about, and you thought of how lucky you were to have him as a dancing partner, not noticing how your mothers, though they shared their differences both loved their children dearly they were the same when it came to their children’s happiness being paramount to all, smiled beautifully at the two of you, both knowing what was to come.

Aemond spun you out and then released your hand and smiled as you followed the steps to the dance perfectly, he looked at his mother nervously, searching for any encouragement to bolster his nerves, and she nodded warmly as Helaena quickly and quietly carried something to him, you fluttered your arms down to your sides elegantly, still facing away from Aemond when you heard the gasps from the noble ladies, and you blinked in bewilderment, surely there was nothing scandalous about your dance, and then you felt Aemond’s hand tap your hip. You turned instantly, and tears welled in your eyes.

` And every heart in the room will melt `

Aemond was on one knee, with a beautiful ring in his grasp, you stared at him silently, taking in his heartstopping smile, his silver hair swept back into a half-ponytail, and the glimmer in his blue eye, a shallow breath pulled from your lips as he spoke,

“I’d love to dance with you at our wedding, ñuha jorrāelagon. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Aemond proposed, his voice was steady but you saw the slight anxious tremor in his hand as he awaited your response.

“I can’t think of anything I would love more, ñuha dārilaros,” You answered affectionately, using your right hand to wipe away the sentimental tears that threatened to fall as you smiled so brightly you felt as if your face might tear as you watched Aemond slip the shining ring onto your finger, before he stood and embraced you, his hands on your waist as he dipped you, pressing a kiss to your lips in front of the entire room.

` It’s all about us `

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lady-ashfade · 10 months

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hi! i had a request for Jace headcannons or blurb like bf or just fluff 🤍

Have no fear

Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader.

This is very short and I hope you like it. Just something sweet to munch on. And I’d you want more please requests because he is my favorite.

Warnings: Nothing much, unless you count reader being anxious.

He could almost hear your heartbeat from your chest even through the loud music filling the room, the guest chatting and cheering amongst themselves in celebration. Your eyes glanced over everyone in the room with fear of making a mistake. He knew you were nervous and he couldn’t blame you, but all he could see was a perfect woman on his arm.

“Just keep your eyes upon me.” His hand reach down to yours and spun you carefully around to face him. His eyes so kind and the smile gave you butterflies swarming your stomach. The dance floor was where the two of you ending up at the moment with people around you.

“I know you have taken many dancing lessons, I hear you are very talented in question from what I hear.” His lips curled into a shy smirk as his hands placed themselves on your waist. “You will be their princess soon and future queen, don’t be scared of what’s to come.” You took a deep breath and tried to not get flustered as you looked into his eyes.

“Tonight is just about us, no one else matters. Let those thoughts disappear and focus on me, I will not let anything happen. You trust me don’t you?” His voice was caring and sweet but laced with a bit of mischief at the last part. The years of being in love with him from a young age, now being promised to him and his kingdom was a weight you couldn’t imagine.

But here in his arms you knew it was all worth it.

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 1 year

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A Stranger / Masterlist

* indicates 18+ the entire series is sexually suggestive tho so like

A Stranger’s Dance (1) You have not seen Prince Aemond for many years and to his surprise and curiosity, you seem to have changed.

A Stranger’s Path (2) The morning after the night before and he still plagues your thoughts, but is it really right? Are the feelings shared?

A Stranger’s Blood (3) A moment of tension threatens to let loose all of those emotions you have for the Prince, and he for you.

A Stranger’s Tale (4) Your father, after hearing of vile accusations laid against you for scandalous behaviour, demands to be seen by the King before the court.

A Stranger’s Wish (5) *** After the ousting of Tyland Lannister, the court is finally at peace. But the tension between the prince and the lady remains.

A Stranger’s Curse (6) There was nothing that could come between your betrothal to Aemond. Was there?

A Stranger’s Virtue (7) *** Aemond pursues you through King’s Landing, intent to find you and put an end to the strife that attempted to tear you apart.

A Stranger’s Secret (8) *** After the one night of passion, there is little to hide the connection that has blossomed between you and the one-eyed prince.

A Stranger’s Heart (9) Someone knows the extent of your relationship with Aemond and will do anything to cause a rift between you.

A Stranger’s Hand (10) With a broken heart and recent truths, the tourney for Helaena’s ladies finally begins.

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snowprincesa1 · 8 months

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Aegon’s Christine

Fannon!Aegon ii Targaryen x F!singer!Reader

{phantom of the opera Inspired AU} [part 1/2]

Summary: Aegon obsesses over a singer in the streets of silk. (Read part 2 here)

Warnings‼️ obsessive/toxic relationship, mean Aegon, mentions of wh*res, slight nsfw

Aegon Targaryen’s comfort had been the streets of silk, he had only ever known the comfort of being held by whores who held him to their chests simply for the coin. It was lonely to say the least. He thought his life would have been spent in such a way. An endless cycle, waking up miserable with tonnes of duties he would never really do. He would swallow the insults and jabs thrown by his family, he would feel guilt for not being a good son to his mother. A good brother to his siblings. A good prince to his people. But then he would drown his guilt and sorrows away in the cup. Aegon was used to either pity from the nobility or the mocking stares from the folk. Quite frankly speaking he was ashamed of it, ashamed of himself.

At some point he accepted that this would be his fate. His mother, the lady Alicent had been searching for potential brides befitting his station. Lannisters, Tyrells, even the idea of Helaena as his bride had been proposed but Aegon strongly dismissed it. He would not pull his sister down with him in his endless misery and wanton acts.

That all changed one night, when he sneaked out of the palace through the secret getaways constructed by Maegor. Then he saw you. At a small play. A beautiful singer around his age with a voice he believed only angels would possess. He remembered a character from one of the books Helaena would read “Christine” a nightingale in human form. Aegon could not strip his eyes away from you. You donned a white gown, it was rather plain with no rich design but oh, Aegon thought to himself that he would never think another so enchanting as he thought of you. Your beauty, your talent was unmatched. He had to know you. He had to follow you. He just had to. His mind was filled with future possibilities. The small folk clapped half heartedly at your singing. Aegon underneath his black coat clapped the hardest gaining your attention.

You looked to him and smiled, how could anyone smile as lovely as you could? How could Aegon return back to the dull ladies his mother would force him to socialise with? Oh how you vexed him. Aegon made sure to follow you that night. Pushing through the crowd careless of his own safety.

“A woman of your beauty should not roam these streets alone” Aegon said hoping to gain your attention. You swiftly turn around to see the hooded masked figure the darkness of the night concealing his face.

“Who are you?” You asked suspiciously taking a step back. Aegon within felt offended over the fact you didn’t remember him within the crowd but he paid no attention to it.

“Just a traveller wishing to spend the night in the company of a woman” he said irking you as you took a few steps away from him.

“I am no whore” you spat back at his hidden insinuation of his line.

“Then why are you here performing on these streets?” he chuckled. “It’s quite alright, I’ve never seen you here before.” he said sizing you up “quite a pretty thing, where do you hide my lady?” He said walking up to you pushing you closer to a wall, a dead end. He would not have you run. Not now that you have peaked his interest.

“Quiet now are we?” He chuckled “is that all you do? You sing? For money”

“Judging from the way you speak I suppose you are some rich lord who does not understand a days worth of hard work” you spat out “I do not have to stay here for this” she said pushing away.

“Now my Christine, I never said that” he hummed.

“My name is not Christine!” You retorted.

“What if I told you I am someone of high status? Someone who can gift you luxuries even the high class dream of? For a simple price”

“I thought you were a traveller? I respectfully decline” you said firmly. You did not like this man. You despised the way he spoke and belittled you. Aegon in the other hand loved the thrill he experienced on the fear and interest you exuded.

“What if I offered you gold in exchange of your voice?” money was something that was scarce in your household. Your family members barely made any, you did not wish to sell yourself on the streets of kingslanding so you tried to work as a singer, singing in plays and playing instruments. You should take this up. Not for yourself but for your family. A chance to make an actual money and rise through society…

“Who are you? I need a name if I am to decide..”

You recognised him from the crowd earlier when you saw the mask he wore to hide his face. A white one which matched the colour of your gown. His eyes under the shadow of his hood..were they a shade of purple?

“You don’t have much of a choice pretty thing, but if you wish refer to me as the Phantom”

The phantom would come to you every night and listen to you sing. He had a slight interest in your voice and music but it was you he really ever came for. As the nights etched on the two of you grew closer. He never showed his face, and he wore a mask.

You knew he was probably someone from an important house, that much was clear. As the nights went on he began to demand for you to comfort and console him. He always felt tempted to reveal his true identity but decided against the idea. If you knew the real him; the prince that was a laughing stock. A disaster. Someone who everyone either took pity or laughed at. He shivered at the thought. Aegon felt control for once in his life when with you. He felt powerful. He felt like a king when he spent the nights in your company.

You would play his choice of music in the rented room as he lounged on the bed “more” he would demand. He never grew bored of you, he could never have enough of you. He needed to possess you. He wanted you. He needed you. Somewhere deep down ‘twas not only he who had control over you but you as well.

And for some reason he didn’t mind it.

He liked having you around. He liked having you talk, he liked having you read to him, he liked having you dance and sing for him. He liked having you in his bed every night.

As for you? You had a rich client who you may or may not have complicated feelings for. He was always so quiet only ever opening his mouth to command for something. Just as a prince would. You would catch a glimpse of his lips curling under his mask and hood and that sent a shiver down your spine. He made you feel special and important. You a lowly common woman. You tried to keep it a professional relationship you really did. But when his hand slid up your thigh all warning flew out of the window. Next thing you know you’re in his lap. His strong hands embracing you and touching you. He took you against every wall, every table, the floor. However he commanded that you be blindfolded much to your disappointment. You grew sensitive to his touch. You longed to see the man who hid under the mask. You begged and pleaded but he refused. He trusted you, but not enough because after all you were just a common woman he would abandon for some high lady when the time came.

The thought left a sour taste on your tongue. An unhappiness. You cursed yourself for ever getting involved with a man you could never be with. The more conscious you grew to his every action. Will he leave me today? Tomorrow? When? Will I be okay when he is gone? It wasn’t even about the money anymore. In fact you refused to take payment after the first half of the year.

“my voice costs nothing, thing of it as a gift to you, Phantom”

Of course Aegon didn’t care to listen. Instead he thought of new ways to bring gifts. Expensive fabric, jewellery, and even a valyrian steel necklace. How could you refuse a gift he puts so much effort in?

“I have no use for it, it might as well be yours” he would simply shrug saying. If only you could see his face. Your curiousity would be quenched. Somewhere deeper you knew if you ever saw his face you’d fall hopelessly in love, and you wouldn’t want to make your life more difficult than it already is. His touch, his voice, him being there was enough. You could not be greedy and want more. More of him.

“I’ve been invited to the red keep” you gushed to Aegon “to sing before the queen Rhaenyra and her family..the Targaryens”

“I had no idea” the man in the cloak said a small smirk forming on his face.

“Will you be there..for the performance?” You asked him curiously.

“Perhaps” he shrugged planning on keeping his intentions secret.

“And will you be wearing this ridiculous cloak and mask in the red keep as well?” You asked smirking.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, perhaps you should put it to good use for me” he said pulling you into a passionate fulfilling kiss all while covering your eyes shut.

“So you will attend?” You asked confirming sheepishly

“If you want me to” he said his hands holding the skin of your arms.

“I would love for my favourite customer to come for my performance”

“You have other customers?” It threw him off guard. The thought was an uncomfortable one for him but he chuckled pushing strands of your hair behind your ear to kiss your forehead “I doubt that very much”

“Yes ones that don’t hide their identities such as you”

Gods how Aegon loved the way you spoke.

“Perhaps you might recognise me at the ball” Aegon smirked “if you are as smart as you always claim to be”

“You dare!” You laughed feigning offense at his statement.

“Do not disappoint the Targaryens, Christine~” he said sending you a sly smirk. You could feel it exuding from his being. As he walked out to the streets, he always left before the sun arose. You wondered when you would see him next.

“What an asshole” you said smiling to yourself.

Everything would change for the better at the ball you hoped.

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rabbit-reveries · 1 year

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— 𝑺oft Love

Where you show Aemond some soft love

He'd be a little reluctant at first, not used to receiving affection in a way that is so soft and comforting.

He was taught love was supposed to fit inside this box. It was supposed to be stiff as a sword, to serve a clear purpose, to be a reason to fight.

You care for him so sweetly, you ask questions and listens when he speaks. You make him feel like he's really there. You show him love that is honeyed and pleasant. Your love isn't a weapon, it is a home to come back to.

When you sit on his lap and caress his face, he's not sure what to make of it. Your fingers trace the scar and he freezes — what the hell are you doing? Are you sizing the damage?

"I think you're the most beautiful creature alive. Hauntingly perfect" you whisper, pure awe in your facial expressions. It's so sincere he almost believes it. Your touch is feather light, and he leans into it. "My beautiful, beautiful lover."

He'd never been called a lover before. A lover, someone who loves and is loved. He asks that you say that again.

He wants to shut his ears for everything but your sweet nothings, never hear a word again that doesn't come from your lips. The feeling swelling up in his chest is so great he is afraid.

Aemond watches you like he's bewitched. You could ask him anything of him and he'd do it, jump off the window, travel to Essos and bring back the head of a sage, anything.

You, however, ask nothing. You place his head in your chest and kiss the top of it.

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leviathanspain · 2 years

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you’ll learn to hate me

aegon targaryen x targaryen!reader, aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader

chapter three: i didn’t think you cared

synopsis: tricked by your own mother back in kings landing, you realize that marriage is inevitable

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

years since you had left the haunting red walls of the keep, did you finally make your return. you were a woman now, but the sheer presence of the keep still had you shrinking as if you were a child.

you walked down the halls, reeking of dragon. your ride had been pleasant, your beast vermithor was old but strong. you had decided that after the ride you’d go to see your grandsire, the king.

the hot air was beating down in the throne room. as the guards opened the double doors, and announced your entrance, you realized that it was stifling. you pulled at your dress sleeves, before stepping forward with a deep bow.

the figure upon the throne sat up, and you smiled, “grandsire.”

“don’t bow to me, dear girl.” the wretched voice came, and you realized it came from the elusive figure on the iron throne. you sneered, teeth drawing back as you realized it was otto hightower.

you felt repulsed, and stood up immediately. why would otto disgrace the legacy of the targaryen kings by sitting on the iron throne? how could he disrespect viserys?

there had been no mention of viserys being too ill to receive guests, let alone his own granddaughter.

“where’s the king?” you spat, glaring at otto, before taking note of alicent hightower, who was standing away from the throne, “y/n.” her smile was tight lipped, but you were her son’s only friend growing up, and she found herself being civil.

“my dear husband, the king, viserys, is bed ridden, too weak to receive you.” she smiled and walked up to you, “he sent us in his stead.”

you scoffed, “desecrating the throne of a king is your way of receiving a guest?” alicent’s eyes widened, but she regained composure, and tried to smile pleasantly.

you peeled your eyes towards otto, “there was no mention of this in any of the ravens sent to dragonstone. if he has been sick, surely my family would’ve been notified sooner….” you pondered, “let me see him and prove he hasn’t been murdered by you scum.” you yelled, and otto stood up suddenly, “the child gets herself a dragon and a sword and suddenly she thinks she can rule us?!”

alicent shook her head. she knew this was not going to be easy. she clasped her hands together, and stepped forward, “father. let y/n see her grandsire.”

you stalked out the door, and waited. alicent emerged from the throne room after a few minutes and waved her hand, beckoning you to follow her. you trailed aways behind her.

alicent was always this cold towards you. she felt nothing more than thanks for what you’ve done for aemond. but other than that, hardly did you know the queen. there was an indifference from you, but she couldn’t hide her disdain.

somehow, she had been capable to give birth to siblings hardly of similarity.

“i assure you have been notified of tonight’s dinner?” her monotone voice broke your thoughts, her head turned to glance at you.

“no. my mother told me nothing.” you admitted, and alicent stopped walking. you neared her, and she scoffed, “typical.” muttering, she turned to you, “it is a betrothal celebration. surely rhaenyra told you?” her lips turned into an unsettling smile, surely she was enjoying the mistake your mother had made.

you blinks, “betrothal?” the words faltered in your throat and you felt a sharpness to your breaths, a deep pain settled into your side.

alicent nodded, “the wedding will be soon after, just so this doesn’t happen again, hmm?” she laughed slightly, but put a hand over her lips, as she continued to walk.

anger bubbled in your abdomen. you could feel it starting to bubble in your throat, your mouth coating itself as you tried not to topple over and expel your insides.

how could your mother have lied to you? all these years later, how could she?

you were hurt, having been blindsided by your mother, being sent to kings landing with the intention of marrying you off.

when alicent had announced your arrival from dragonstone, aemond had hid his reaction, cooley played it off to aegon as a quip, “finally a woman who cannot run from you.” but aemond knew the meaning of your visit.

years after his incident, he had learned that no one was to blame. you were his age, a friend to someone who desperately needed them. perhaps he did the wrong thing in pushing you away, not responding to the letters you had sent. he regretted it, knowing that you were going to spend a lifetime beside his brother.

you were unconsciously holding your breath. you realized it halfway down the walkway, moving past everyone sitting down, heading to a seat just on the edge.

aemond waited until she passed his seat to look up, and take her in. she was beautiful, more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen, but this was nothing new. neither were her features, elegant, but she looked too much like her mother. it was the only thing about her that he didn’t like.

aemond was close to her, her seat had just fallen right in front of aegon, and he was just beside him. he raised his eyebrows and nudged his brother, both whispering and looking towards you.

you felt your cheeks flush, but you excused it by fanning yourself. you glanced at the brothers, “boys.” you bowed your head in acknowledgment, and aegon’s lip pulled slightly, “y/n.” he responded.

your eyes flickered to aemond but you remained silent, instead opting to stare at your plate and hope the dinner would commence now that you had arrived.

just as you had hoped, servants came flush with plates. chicken, beef, fish, anything you could have ever imagined was now being poured onto your plate. your cup didn’t stay empty for long as cupbearers practically ran to pour you wine.

as they poured it, you locked eyes with aemond. you looked at each other for a moment until the cupbearer moved onto aegon, who declined immediately.

“what’s wrong, aegon?” you picked up your goblet and brought the red wine to your nose. you inhaled the scent and exhaled, “it’s such lovely wine.”

aegon seemed surprised by your indulgence but didn’t respond, instead just silently shook his head, offering an awkward smile.

aemond slid his eyes over to aegon and stifled a laugh. clearly aegon had hoped you didn’t drink, and by his abstinence that you’d be impressed. but now aegon would be stuck watching everyone guzzle down wine, the entire dinner.

aegon looked at y/n, seemingly trying to start conversation, “you look just like my sister, except around the eyes. you look like uncle daemon..” aegon seemed to ponder this, “targaryen genes are strong, aren’t they?” he looked at aemond, who caught on, but refused to participate.

“i heard you have a dragon.” aemond broke the silence after you chose to just smile in response to aegon. aegon rolled his eyes and instead began to dine.

you set the goblet down, and nodded. you twisted the base of the cup in your hand, “yes. vermithor.” aemond’s lip curled up slightly and he sighed, “the bronze fury.”

“the bronze fury.” you repeated.

“it’s outstanding how the two of us were once dragonless, yet now we are the riders of two of the most legendary targaryen dragons.” aemond seemed to revel in this, the leftover glory from the dragons.

“a fair exchange.” he looked at you, and at that moment, you remembered that day instantly.

alicent cleared her throat, her eyes shuffling between you and aemond before she spoke, “i apologize for halaena’s absence, she wasn’t feeling well today but she was so happy to know you have returned.” alicent picked her goblet up, an unnatural smile met her eyes, and she looked around the room, “to aegon and y/n, the future of targaryen house.”

there were respectful cheers and congratulations around the room, and aegon met your eye, but his expression remained plain, desensitized almost.

you wandered the red keep for the next few days. visiting viserys only made you feel dread. you hadn’t seen either aemond or aegon since the dinner, nor anyone else.

you had written to your mother, but she had not written back. the more letters you sent, begging for an explanation, the more hurt you got.

you ended up wandering to the garden, a place that once brought you clarity. but as you turned the corner towards your favorite bench, you realized that there was already someone there. their back was to you, but the long platinum hair of the targaryens gave it away. aemond was the only one who wore his hair like that, and as you walked up, you saw the black strap of his eyepatch.

you didn’t say anything as you sat beside him. he looked at you, eyebrows rose for a moment in surprise until he composed himself.

“i know it was you.” he didn’t say anything else, and let his words settle. “thank you.” he ended, eyes still staring ahead.

you laughed slightly, “how did you know it was me?” the day you had picked out the gems, you wondered if he would know it was you. and you glanced at him, smiling.

aemond shrugged, “a feeling. no one else would’ve done that for me. but you did.” his words sounded meaningful, and you nodded, realizing that this was the same boy you had left behind.

“i didn’t think you would’ve cared, after everything.” aemond admitted. he reached up to his head, and you scooted to get a better look at what he was doing.

he took the eyepatch off, and unveiled the snug sapphire gem in his eye socket. it had been your favorite of the bunch, dazzling and sharp, you had hoped he would’ve chosen it.

but just as the warm fuzzy feeling of seeing your gift was starting, it came to a close as you remembered why he even wore a gem at all.

the guilt from that night came washing over, and you had run off without another word, leaving aemond alone in the garden.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: lowkey might just turn this into an aemond x reader cus y’all 😛😛

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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I had this cute idea of this happening with Aemond standing on the edge of Vhagar’s nostrils because she’s the best wingman. This isn’t necessarily a specific request but I just like to hear your thoughts about it. 😃

Okay, I love this idea! It’s adorably Aemond in my eyes. Vhagar as his wingman is just as hilarious as it is unbearably cute to have a war dragon of her stature help Aemond get his beloved.

Anyway let’s say Aemond develops a crush on you and he wants to do something that puts him a head above the rest. Unfortunately due to the lack of friends he could ask for secondary opinion from. He goes to dragon grandma Vhagar…or Alicent but mostly Vhagar.

Ngl Vhagar probably forgets most of the conversations they have due to her getting on in age and the fact that in terms of bonds between dragon and their riders, theirs ain’t Caraxes and Daemon level strong. However when she hears this grand idea of his display of love, she’s like ‘I got u tiny human.’

So Aemond would probably send you some cryptic letter saying to look out to the skies that night, which you do albeit a little confused. Only to be greeted by the behemoth Vhagar hovering just in front of your balcony; nearly scaring you shitless whilst Aemond looking all cute and smug from his position on the edge of Vhagar’s nose. Spouting about how beautiful the night is but pales in comparison to you, buttering you up so he can steal a smooch.

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HIS PERSONAL REVENGE – A. T. x FEM!READER

(lovers to enemies) / english isn't my first language / masterlist

"Henujagon zirȳla sagon. (Leave him be.)" You mumbled by his side once you both turned to see who the guest was, just to find that it was one of his nephews. You were both talking with Lord Borros Baratheon's daughter Aemond decided to wed when the kid entered the castle. Aemond's jaw clenched, you could see it from the corner of your eyes, all the rage he had inside him coming out in such small gestures like those. But you knew him so well, and you weren't going to let him accomplish whatever his Machiavellian head was thinking.

He kept quiet as Lucerys spoke in the name of his mother, the Queen. Aemond turned his head slowly to you, you shared a glimpse with him and then you both returned your attention to Rhaenyra's child. You could only think of what the Small Council in King's Landing would be plotting against her and her children.

"Wait." Aemond broke his silence, bringing you out of your thoughts. "My Lord Strong." He had his arms crossed behind his back as he took a few steps forward. Lucerys turned his way towards his uncle, defensively.

"Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?"

"I will not fight you. I came as a messenger, not a warrior."

"Fight would be little challenge. I want you to put out your eye." Aemond took off his patch. Your back tensed after hearing his demand. "As a payment for mine."

"Stop it, Aemond." You were trying to keep things calm for him, and for prince Lucerys' well-being.

"One will serve. I would not blind you." Aemond threw his dagger to the floor, handing it over to the young prince. Aemond was hearing you, but he wished he wasn't. Your sensitivity was your weakness. You might be strong in combat but you were weak. Too compassionate. And Aemond was not even nearly close to letting you infect him with it. "I plan to make a gift of it to my mother."

Your eyes were locked on the kid who expressed he had no intention of doing what his uncle was asking him to.

"Then you are craven as well as a traitor."

You drew your dagger when Aemond picked up his from the floor and he aimed at the kid. "Give me your eye, or I'll take it, bastard!"

You stepped in between him and his scared nephew. As much as he tried to hide it, he was basically shaking and it was obvious that he had no intention of fighting Aemond. As he told, he didn't come as a warrior, and even if he did, the chances of getting out alive against Aemond were poor. You probably were weak in his eyes. But you weren't a coward, and you certainly weren't afraid of Aemond.

"Issi ao naejot aōha ābrar syt bona nādrēsy? (Are you willing to give your life for that bastard?)"

"Daor, yn iksan daor ao rhaenagon iā vīlībāzma (No, but I'm not letting you start a war)" You answered to him. Aemond showed you that devilish smile of his as you pointed at his throat with your dagger. His sapphire eye was as cold as his heart when it came to Rhaenyra's children. Your knuckles were turning white from holding your dagger so hard, not afraid of using it if he tried something with Lucerys.

"Nāpāstre. (Traitor.)" Aemond accused you.

"Not here! The boy came as an envoy. I will not have bloodshed beneath my roof."

The tension between you and Aemond banished after Lord Boros spoke. You put your dagger down and Aemond did the same with his after swinging it between his fingers, not breaking the eye contact with you while he did. He recomposed, his arms crossed behind his back again and he bowed in front of the Lord of Storm's End. You did too. "My apologies, Lord Borros. This will not happen again." You said to your host, Aemond left the big hall of Storm's End without saying a word.

You followed him through the hallways of the castle until you both made it to his chambers.

"Are you out of your mind?" You closed the door of the room behind you. "Do you wish to start a war?"

"Only if it ends with those bastards and the usurper of their mother dead." He covered his eye with the patch again. "She already started a war by crowning herself."

"Your mother will not let that happen. As well as she would not have allowed you to put out Prince Lucerys' eye." Mentioning Alicent was a thing that always worked for making Aemond come to his senses. Queen Alicent was more prudent than him and she took into account the consequences of his actions, not like Aemond.

"Daorys istan konīr naejot mīsagon issa skori ziry dīnagon hen ñuhon... (No one was there to protect me when he put out mine.)"

"It happened years ago. Ao istan sepār riñnyke. (You were just kids.)" You cut him off, trying to approach him to show him some comfort.

"... yet the bastards always seems to have someone around to keep them from pay for what they did." Prince Aemond's eye stared into your soul. Disgusted by your behaviour. Disgusted by how you just destroyed everything you both had and everything you could have been by defending that bastard. Disgusted by seeing you turn into one of them. Betraying your true king, betraying your own house, betraying him. Aemond walked towards you, his arms still on his back and his eyes locked on the floor. You looked at him, confused once he started walking in circles around you.

"Nyke ossēnagon ao syt bisa. (I should kill you for this.)" He stopped and stood next to you. Aemond analyzed you and how you turned into everything he hated. His grandfather, Otto Hightower, never really trusted you, like Aemond, Otto was an extremely analytic person and he noticed things no one else did. Yet his mother, his poor and naïve mother, treated you as one of the Greens, a big mistake. It had been days since Aemond had been suspecting of you, since his brother's coronation, when Rhaenys broke into the DragonPit with her dragon and looked at you as if she was asking you to leave with her. Maybe no one else noticed but Aemond did, and that was enough.

"I would like to see you try."

"I should fucking take you to King's Landing and made my brother behead you in front of the entire city so that everyone could see what happens to traitors like you." He moved in front of you, dangerously looking up and down at you. Rage in his voice as he talked to you.

"Wouldn't you like that?" What would Otto say if he ever finds out that Aemond had the chance to kill you but he did not? His mother would be so disappointed with him but would try to convince everyone that love blinded Aemond. Love? And Aegon could not stop laughing at his brother for being so fucking stupid, and Ser Criston would lose all the respect he had for him. The idea of Aemond letting you make it out alive after confessing being a traitor made the knight want to strangle the young prince and to look for you in every corner of the Seven Kingdoms to kill you with his own hands.

"Lo hen bona iksā ñuha riña, kesan ao naejot ñuha zaldrīzes. (If anybody finds out that you are carrying my child, I will feed you both to my dragon.)" And you knew that Aemond wasn't joking when he said so. When you discovered that you were with child, you didn't expect Aemond and you to start a family, all of a sudden move to a castle in some remote place and live a normal life without wars, and usurpers. No sides, no duties as a prince, and no feeling of revenge keeping him awake at night. You were being forced to hide in a tower until you gave birth. Your child would most likely have silver hair so you would be all forced to pretend it's Rhaenyra's and prince Daemon's child. Aemond was threatening your life and his unborn child's life too. You drew your dagger and pressed the point of it against his throat.

Maybe you should be the one killing him. One less problem for Rhaenyra and Daemon, and for you. The biggest dragon alive would be ritherless and you could claim him. You could end with every single soul in King's Landing, you could finish the war before it even started. "Skoro syt gaomagon ao pendagon nyke jaelagon ñuha riña naejot emagon iā kepa hae ao? (What makes you think I want my child to have a father like you?)"

"Because if so, you would not have openned your legs to me like the whore you are." Aemond could feel the point of your dagger pressing harder in the middle of his throat. He smirked while saying that, showing you that he was not scared of what you could do.

"I would have rather fucking your stupid brother. At least he is the fucking King and not some-"

Aemond's hand flew to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it and using that grip to pull you closer to him. His eye stared deeply into yours, his breathing was strong, and his lips were pressed together which meant that he was truly angry.

"I'm flying to Dragonstone." He fought the urge to choke you to death after you announced your intentions. He could end this, he could kill you right there. Either ways he would prefer to see you death than joining Rhaenyra. Your hand was already holding the dagger fatally positioned on his neck. By the time Aemond would have killed you, you would've already stabbed him to death, probably resulting in both of you dying. So tragic. The jugglers would sing about you two, the lovers that rather die than separate because of the war. The prince that betrothed to assure his brother's throne and the lady that could not take seeing his beloved one getting wedded. Nothing could be further from the truth.

"Lo īlon rhaenagon arlī, nyke'll ossēnagon ao. (If we meet again, I'll kill you)" He squeezed his fingers around your neck tighter, but still not hard enough to choke you nor to let you run out of breath either. His lips brushed against yours when he warned you and then he let go of your neck, pushing you away from him, disgusted, and making you stumble on your feet. Aemond walked past you, his shoulder hitting yours, and closed the door when he left the chambers.

After everything he said, after everything he did to you, you didn't think that he would ride Vhagar after his nephew seeking his revenge.

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