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This is a Canva creation I did for my HotD fanfic I have been working on since the show ended. It is my AU for Dance of Dragons baby. ♥  It follows Adelayde Stark OC, who is Cregan Stark’s fraternal twin sister. She is sent to King’s Landing and is sucked into the endless politicking of Westeros and is curious about a certain one-eyed prince.

You can read it on AO3 here: The Sapphire Prince  Artwork: IG @alexineskiba  

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𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖊'𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Welcome to my followers that are not sexbots [I think]. I am inspired by this pretty face and it results in me writing mature themes. 

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Call It Dreaming

Author’s Note: Here is the masterlist of my Call It Dreaming series ♥ Just a convenient one stop for you all, my tumblr kindred spirits.  Update: Added the Aegon lucid dream! It may become a short series, we’ll see. Dividers are by @firefly-graphics​

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Yandere!Aemond being obsessed with his older sister who has her mothers hair but her fathers eyes:

Warning- mentions of smut, unhealthy relationships, MDNI, 18+

Your little brother had always been completely enamoured by you. You clearly remembered when he was a little baby he would start laughing and clapping whenever you came in the room and when you left he would cry and cry and cry. He wouldn’t stop crying until you held him in your arms. Most of time you were with him so he didn’t start throwing tantrums. When he started eating solids he would have no one else but you feed him. When you held him just so he didn’t start crying he would demand your eyes and attention on him. If he didn’t receive your attention he would throw and pound his fists on your shoulders and chest until you gave him what he wanted. Alicent always said he had a right to demand from you, you were his older sister after all. You adored him as much as he did you, little did you know where you would find yourself in a few years. When he grew into a toddler his tantrums for you got worse to the point Alicent had his cot moved into your room. When he was 4 he demanded to sleep next to you in bed. You complied thinking he just felt lonely since your siblings weren’t very close with him.

When he turned 6 he would hide behind your skirts and follow you everywhere. You taught him much of his history and philosophy. Even when he was 15 he slept in your bed and grabbed your skirts if he felt threatened. He knew you would always protect him and you did. Alicent tried to get him out your bed but it hardly worked. He would lash out at her and say that he would not be torn away from you. You still remember when he was 6 he would jump into your arms after a very long day and have you carry him back to your chambers. When Aegon took him to a brothel on silk street he refused angrily knowing he only wanted you. You saw the commotion and immediately took your brothers side hiding him behind you. “What are you doing Aegon!?” You demanded protectively as you cradled Aemonds head to your chest. “Im just showing our brother what it feels like to be a man,” Aegon said laughing to himself. “What do you mean? Where were you taking him!?” You questioned as Aemond hugged you to him harder as if you would disappear if he didn’t hold you hard enough. “Ahh, you see dear sister that is not for a lady’s ear, such as yourself,” Aegon walking up to you and grabbing your chin to look up to him. You and Aegon were born a year apart. Heleana was younger to you but since she looked more like a Targaryen she was betrothed to Aegon which you were immensely grateful for. Aemond suddenly pushed Aegon off and tackled him to the floor, punching him again and again until his face was black and blue. “Don’t ever come close to her again! She not yours to take!” He screamed as you help the guards pull him off. Aegon was given milk of the poppy to reduce the pain. You felt proud of your little brother. Aegon had always tormented you since you were children but you were capable of fending him off each time he tried anything. Now Aemond was more than willing to protect you. His obsession only grew, it was dangerous but you couldn’t see, nor would you ever.

When Luke took your brothers eye you demanded he be sent away from court and be stripped of his tittles and be taken away from his family never to be spoken of again. If you couldn’t have his eye you would take everything else. Your father complied even though Rhaenyra protested against it harshly. You argued back with the same fire and anger. People admired you for not only your beauty but your intellect. Rhaenyra could not fight against your wit. Aemond would ask that you attend to him and his wound and if you were busy he would wait. He demanded you to be present with him at all times. He hugged you tightly, crying into you. You wished you could slash out the bastards eye yourself. He absolutely loved your hair. Aemond thought it was a beautiful representation of fire. You often caught him staring at your eyes. One of them was a deep blue almost like a sapphire and the other, violet like amethyst. That’s what made him want a sapphire to replace his eye. You got it for him yourself. You never forgot his smile, and the way he melted when you kissed his cheek.

Once he was slightly older he demanded to be betrothed to you. When Alicent said she consider it, he dragged you away from whatever you were doing and performed the old Valyrian wedding custom with you. At first you refused knowing your mother planned to betroth you to a stark but Aemond gave you no choice. He claimed your Maidenhead as his roughly. Aemond covered you in bruises, it looked like you had been maimed. Secretly you had always loved him more than a brother but decided to keep it to yourself. Your mother was shocked that Aemond would marry you with any proper ceremony but she wasn’t surprised. She knew Aemond would take you to be his willingly or not it didn’t matter. You were destined to give birth to his white haired children.

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Consequences | Series Masterlist

Summary: Only nine and ten, she does not know much about the world and when she acquires a job at the Red Keep as a maidservant, she catches the dark and ominous attention of the One-Eyed Prince. Unsure if she even wants it, she may realise that the realm is not so kind to lowborn women, regardless of the situation they find themselves in.

Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist  ​

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, dark, medieval-canon sexism, dub-con, mean Aemond, manipulation, gore, blood, violence, major angst

Prologue

One

Two

Three

Four 

Five 

Six (End)

Epilogue

Consequences Playlist | A03 Link

TikTok edit by @hisvaleryan

My Artwork​

dividers by @saradika

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his handmaid's tales (masterlist)

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

For his twentieth nameday, Queen Alicent had gifted her second son his very own handmaid. “He is the only of my children not to have one. I’d like for her to be sweet and devoted and quick on her feet, a girl who will swear her undying loyalty and service unto him and his needs,” she had declared. We’re to believe Prince Aemond graciously accepted this gift, much to the delight of the queen. But Queen Alicent herself never expected pure and true romance to blossom. So smitten was the prince with this girl, the pretty bastard daughter of a serving wench from Harrenhal (as Mushroom claimed). Towards the end of 130 AC, Prince Aemond had taken his handmaid as his bedmate, and later sired all three of her children. Any hour away from his dragon was spent in the company of his “sweet girl”, as he soon dubbed her. These are the tales of their love story.

"i am looking for a maid, preferably one of eight-and-ten...a young handmaid for my second son, aemond."

aemond realizes he’s fallen in love with his handmaid five months later as he stands outside his bedchamber.

“please,” aemond begs, keeping you flush against him as he nuzzles your breasts. “allow me to make love to you, sweet girl.”

“she is pregnant.” his queen mother’s palm slams heavily down on the dark council table, loud as a thunderclap. “she is pregnant! aemond!”

“she’s a bastard—‘innit the truth, mother?”

lucerys velaryon witnesses a moment he should've never laid eyes upon.

cassandra baratheon dreams of prince aemond. the same cannot be said for prince aemond himself.

intimate moments:

bath time

against his desk

practice

others:

flowers and courting

mother's day special

hair braiding

family picnic

sfw headcanons

handmaid!reader tag