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you have invited strangers into your home, helen pevensie, mother of four.

without the blurred sight of joy and relief, it has become impossible to ignore. all the love inside you cannot keep you from seeing the truth. your children are strangers to you. the country has seen them grow taller, your youngest daughter’s hair much longer than you would have it all years past. their hands have more strength in them, their voices ring with an odd lilt and their eyes—it has become hard to look at them straight on, hasn’t it? your children have changed, helen, and as much as you knew they would grow a little in the time away from you, your children have become strangers.

your youngest sings songs you do not know in a language that makes your chest twist in odd ways. you watch her dance in floating steps, bare feet barely touching the dewy grass. when you try and make her wear her sister’s old shoes—growing out of her own faster than you think she ought to—, she looks at you as though you are the child instead of her. her fingers brush leaves with tenderness, and you swear your daughter’s gentle hum makes the drooping plant stand taller than before. you follow her eager leaps to her siblings, her enthusiasm the only thing you still recognise from before the country. yet, she laughs strangely, no longer the giggling girl she used to be but free in a way you have never seen. her smile can drop so fast now, her now-old eyes can turn distant and glassy, and her tears, now rarer, are always silent. it scares you to wonder what robbed her of the heaving sobs a child ought to make use of in the face of upset.

your other daughter—older than your youngest yet still at an age that she cannot be anything but a child—smiles with all the knowledge in the world sitting in the corner of her mouth. her voice is even, without all traces of the desperate importance her peers carry still, that she used to fill her siblings’ ears with at all hours of the day. she folds her hands in her lap with patience and soothes the ache of war in your mind before you even realise she has started speaking. you watch her curl her hair with careful, steady fingers and a straight back, her words a melody as she tells your eldest which move to make without so much a glance at the board off to her right. she reads still, and what a relief you find this sliver of normalcy, even if she’s started taking notes in a shorthand you couldn’t even think to decipher. even if you feel her slipping away, now more like one of the young, confident women in town than a child desperately wishing for a mother’s approval.

your younger son reads plenty as well these days, and it fills you with pride. he is quiet now, sitting still when you find him bent over a book in the armchair of his father. he looks at you with eyes too knowing for a petulant child on the cusp of puberty, and no longer beats his fists against the furniture when one of his siblings dares approach him. he has settled, you realise one evening when you walk into the living room and find him writing in a looping script you don’t recognise, so different from the scratched signature he carved into the doors of your pantry barely a year ago. he speaks sense to your youngest and eldest, respects their contributions without jest. you watch your two middle children pass a book back and forth, each a pen in hand and sheets of paper bridging the gap between them, his face opening up with a smile rather than a scowl. it freezes you mid-step to find such simple joy in him. remember when you sent them away, helen, and how long it had been since he allowed you to see a smile then?

your eldest doesn’t sleep anymore. none of your children care much for bedtimes these days, but at least sleep still finds them. it’s not restful, you know it from the startled yelps that fill the house each night, but they sleep. your eldest makes sure of it. you have not slept through a night since the war began, so it’s easy to discover the way he wanders the halls like a ghost, silent and persistent in a duty he carries with pride. each door is opened, your children soothed before you can even think to make your own way to their beds. his voice sounds deeper than it used to, deeper still than you think possible for a child his age and size. then again, you are never sure if the notches on his door frame are an accurate way to measure whatever it is that makes you feel like your eldest has grown beyond your reach. you watch him open doors, soothe your children, spend his nights in the kitchen, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea with a weariness not even the war should bring to him, not after all the effort you put into keeping him safe.

your children mostly talk to each other now, in a whispered privacy you cannot hope to be a part of. their arms no longer fit around your waist. your daughters are wilder—even your older one, as she carries herself like royalty, has grown teeth too sharp for polite society— and they no longer lean into your hands. your sons are broad-shouldered even before their shirts start being too small again, filling up space you never thought was up for taking. your eldest doesn’t sleep, your middle children take notes when politicians speak on the wireless and shake their heads as though they know better, and your youngest sings for hours in your garden.

who are your children now, helen pevensie, and who pried their childhood out of your shaking hands?

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the way it almost looks like aemond was gonna beef with meleys. like everyone is looking at rhaenys like :O and aemond looks like he’s saying “oh you wanna go?” to meleys lol

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that sure was a season finale huh

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am i gonna write an alicent x f!reader fic very soon? yes

i need more angsty lesbian stuff

#alicent hightower #she needs some love #from a woman #cause men ain’t shit #hotd #house of the dragon

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The entire green/Hightower side is so tragic and misguided in their self-righteousness. To have Otto force his daughter in a child marriage under the guise of making her happy as Queen. For that cycle to continue with Alicent, forcing Aegon to be King when he all he wanted was to be loved by his parents. Criston brutally murdering loyal and respected nobles to maintain his honor, when he was willing to leave it behind for Rhaenyra all those years ago. Their entire side usurping Rhaenyra not for the realm, not for the people, not for even Viserys, but for this sense of duty and ego that none of them even wanted. What a tragedy.

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salt and ash. ||

aemond targaryen x f!reader.

Perhaps the companionship that burned between you and Aemond once has not yet faded. In light of your newly established betrothal, he pays a visit to your chambers after dark to speak with his wife-to-be.

Targaryen!Velaryon!Reader. HOTD 1x08. Arranged Marriage.

Word Count: 1.9k

WARNINGS: Brief Explicit 18+ Content; Uncle/Niece Inc*st; Reader has Long White Hair; Mentions of Violence; Vaginal Fingering; Not Beta-Read; Potentially Other Non-Exhaustive Warnings.

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The feast had been an utter disaster.

Back in your room, you pace along the far wall of your bedchamber. It’s a cavernous space. One of the largest rooms in King’s Landing, and it used to be your mother’s.

You’d stayed here on many an occasion when returning to the Red Keep, and knew it like the back of your hand. That’s partly why you are on edge; for you know well what safety it affords and what it does not.

He will come for certain. Whether or not he does so alone or not is your true concern. It’s your hope that enough good will still exists between you both for him not to indulge his brother’s penchant for causing familial strife.

It’s not a good quality to have in a future husband. That is, if your betrothal is still set.

Keep reading

#wow #this was incredible #hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x reader

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AND HE IS RIGHT

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team black this and team green that, look, we're all excusing war crimes for our faves here alright so how about we jump off our high horses and just let everyone destroy each other while looking sexy as fuck

#THANK YOUUU #hotd #house of the dragon #a friend of mine is driving me crazy with this bs

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twitter really drives me nuts, everyone is so annoying when it comes to choosing a team. Just enjoy the freaking show, it’s a bunch of narcissists killing each other. There’s nothing better than that.

#gotta be honest #can’t wait for stormsend #aemonds about to beat that kids ass #love seeing rich people suffer #hotd #house of the dragon #team green #team black too ig #also can’t wait for rhaenyra to start killing people #like stop making all the women so nice #it’s game of thrones #let them be bitches

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Low stakes modern au where Alicent and Aemond have a beach day and she posts these to instagram (he’s playing Zelda)

(where else to find me)

Bonus: simp in the comments (inspired by @yanderebeat )

#NOT FUCKING LARYS STRONFG #leave the lesbian alone

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Hello! hope you are well (english is not my first language) could you do a fic, where the reader first doesn't like the way aemond looks? like the other ladies of the court, he begins to cover his eyes so as not to scare them away, something like the beauty and the beast

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

"He only has one eye, so don't stare." the Septa said to the Lady. She had arrived in King's Landing just hours before, to be a handmaid to Princess Helaena. "What happened to him?" the Lady asked, "That's none of your business, and it would be rude to ask." the Septa said sharply. The lady was led to the great hall. She was introduced to Helaena and Queen Alicent, she immediately hit it off with the princess. They would be fast friends indeed.

Soon the large double doors swung open, a man with short silver hair sauntered in; He seemed drunk. The man that followed him made her gasp, a long jagged scar ran across his left eye. In its place was a bright sapphire jewel, glittering in the sunlight coming in through the windows. The man who she now assumed was Prince Aemond had heard her small gasp, and turned his head as if to hide it.

The Lady had settled in to her new position as handmaid, Helaena was grateful to have someone indulge in her interests with. The Lady soon got to know her family as well, the king, Viserys, was as absent as a father could be. The queen Alicent was paranoid and always watching over her shoulder, although she at least spent some time with her children. Aegon was a drunken, perverted twat. He had made a few remarks, and a few moves on her, although he quickly stopped after a few day. Perhaps he got bored of her. As for Aemond, she never saw much of him, and when she did she didn't dare look him in the face. He always seemed angry, she couldn't ever pinpoint why. This made her afraid of him, she always walked on eggshells in his presence.

Months had passed she heard much gossip around the Keep. Many other ladies regarded Aemond as ugly, and undesirable. They would always say how he would never find a wife, his face was too unfortunate. The Lady thought their words were harsh, yes he had an awful scar and one eye but isn't love about emotion and personality instead of looks. Though, what Lord would marry his daughter to someone that looks like that.

One morning during tea with Helaena, Aemond had had come to the garden to relay a message to his sister. The Lady noticed and new leather patch now covered his eye, hiding the worst of the scar. That was the first time she had looked in his face, she had lived so close to him for months and for the first time she was seeing him. She noticed the fine lines of his face, the curve of his jaw, the color of his real eye. A beautiful shade of blue, she had never noticed before; how could she? Aemond finally looked away from his sister, catching the lady staring. He seemed shocked at first, and then angry. He whipped around and quickly left. "I am sorry my lady but my mother wishes to see me." Helaena brought the Lady's attention back to her. "Oh its no problem really, I will see you soon." she kissed the princesses cheek and let her leave.

The Lady wandered the halls as she waited for her princess. She soon came to a door that was slightly ajar, curiosity took her over as she peaked in. She saw Aemond and Aegon deep in conversation, she stayed by the wall beside the door. She didn't mean to eavesdrop, she just wondered what the two princes could possibly discuss.

"She thinks your ugly, all the women do." Aegon said flatly, Aemond scoffed. "You don't know the way she looked at me. I think the patch is working. Women actually look at my face now."

"Yeah but even when you marry you'd never be able to take that thing off, you really think a woman would let you fuck her without it?" Aegon was always cruel to his siblings, everyone around him really. It didn't shock the lady to hear him speaking to his brother that way. She thought it was unfair to say something like that though, if she were to fall in love with him she would certainly be willing to bed him. She froze in her thoughts, realizing what had crossed her mind.

No, she couldn't love him right?

#i loved this one omg #i need a second part its so sad

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Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Aemond and you had been friends since childhood, you being one of Halaena’s maidens.

He had always been sweet towards you, unlike Aegon who always tried to get your attention in the worst ways possible, pulling your hair and calling you names.

You had always been an adorable child, having everyone love you, by simply seeing your smile, you may not have been the prettiest, smartest or toughest, but you were the kindest.

It was this kindness that led you and Aemond to become inseparable.

After the fight where he lost his eye, you remained glued to his side. You would read him books with the aid of his mother to make his bedridden days pass faster. You would bring him sweets from dinner, the maesters never truly agreed, but would turn a blind eye when seeing the prince’s smile.

Time kept passing, but your friendship never changed. You grew into a proper lady, carrying yourself with grace, turning necks with you parading through the halls. And he grew into a fearsome warrior, strong enough to protect his family.

Everyone had noticed how the pair had changed, both of you included.

Aemond was not known for his smiles, but if anyone paid enough attention they would see his gaze glow and lips pull into a soft grin the moment you appear. He wouldn’t let you ever see this side of him, only showing you his smirks and winks, enjoying seeing you huff everytime.

And you… everyone knew you were in love with the prince, if you had an angelic aura every passing second, whenever the dragon-rider stood by your side, you turned into an actual angel. Your attention centered solely on him, smiling with flushed cheeks whenever he looked your way.

No matter how hard you had tried to kill this hope, a little part of you kept dreaming about Aemond declaring his love for you. Maybe at night, running to your quarters, being unable to hold himself back any longer and crashing his lips onto yours. Or taking you away with Vhagar, somewhere private where he would scream his confession for only you to hear.

But this never happened, and you were beginning to realize you were growing older. Your parents kept pestering you about the new dance, where there would be many lords and heirs for you to meet. 

You decided that if the prince did not ask you to accompany him to the banquet you would let go. Find a good enough man and settle down.

And so you did, Aemond didn’t utter a word about the dance, he saw it as just another night where he could drink and get rowdy with his friends. 

What he did not expect was for you to enter the hall on another man’s arm. You were glowing brighter than usual, with your hair braided into an intricate bun, a golden necklace resting on your collar bones, and your jeweled hand grabbing the young man’s arm.

The Lannister wasn’t the best company, but he seemed fine, just fine… let’s be honest, he wasn’t Aemond. Throughout the whole night you kept stealing glances his way, hoping he would approach you and ask for a dance like he always did. But it seemed he was ignoring you, not once did your eyes cross. 

The golden lord didn’t even notice how your eyes kept straying away, your leg bouncing agitatedly, your breath turning quicker and quicker… you couldn’t breath, this was too much, why did you have to do this? why couldn’t you just accept things as they were? as they are? You were spiraling, losing focus, until you felt a strong hand on your shoulder, expecting to see the lord you simply shut your eyes, hoping to disappear.

“My lady, did the young lion hurt you?” Aemond was standing right behind you, staring down at the boy who could barely explain himself. You knew he would cause a scene if you didn’t stop him soon.

“No, I only need to take some air, do not fret my prince.” And with that you left both men, rushing towards the nearest balcony, but no matter how fast you ran, heavy boots kept following you.

“Stop it! I can go on my own, I will not get lost”.

“I just want to make sure you are safe, you look faint”. You couldn’t help but laugh, now he looks at you.

“I have managed the whole dance without you looming over me, I do not need your pity.”

“Don’t speak to me like this, I am not your prince, I am your friend and this is not pity.” He finally caught up to you, spinning you around, the only barrier separating you were your hands on his chest. “What is going on? Why are you acting like this? I barely recognize you.” 

He tried to maintain his eye on yours, but you kept avoiding his gaze. “I am not the one who is acting strangely, you ignored me the whole evening. What was I supposed to do? Wait in a corner for you to finally grace me with your presence?”

He let go of your arm frowning. “I did not want to disturb your time with that… boy. You seemed to be having such a grand evening with him, finally acting like every other lady, giggling and twirling your hair like a… girl.”

That was what finally set you off, how dare he mock you, your sole duty and goal in life was getting married, there was nothing more you could do. You stepped forward, fury in your eyes and finger pointed at him.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Aemond. Yes, I am a lady, and I am a girl. I need to find a husband, I am no longer a child, unlike you, I cannot live my days doing as I please. I will not allow myself to disgrace my family, nor will I ruin my future because I am too prideful to “giggle and twirl my hair” at men.”

With that, you turned around, you couldn’t believe his actions, he was your friend, your first love, he had to understand you. 

“Wait!” He sprinted, blocking your way, his breath was heavy, you thought he would have been angry, but he almost looked gleeful.

He took your hands, bringing them to his chest, you could feel the rapid beating of his heart. And then he smiled, his whole face transforming, from the cold prince everyone feared, to the young boy you had spent your whole life with.

“Marry me.”

Your grip tightened on his gloved hands, you gasped but he was quicker than you.

“Think about it, we’ve known each other since we were babes, no one can treat you with more care than I. Your house is strong enough for my parents to accept, you would never have to worry about anything again.”

“Aemond, I don’t know if I can.” His smile faded but you continued, tears gathering in your eyes. “I had already accepted that I would have to marry someone who will never love me. Maybe I would befriend my husband, and that would be enough. But you… you mean too much to simply be that.” You let go of his hands, holding his face close to yours in one final moment of bravery. “I love you too much.”

Before you could burst into tears, his lips crashed onto yours, hands grabbing at whatever they could find. It was a desperate kiss, too many feelings erupting at the same time, fear of losing the other and relief at finally having each other.

You pulled away gasping for breath, your foreheads touching, looking into each other’s eyes, there was nothing but love, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Jumping into his arms, he twirled you around, his own laugh resounding through the halls.

And he was right, there were no more worries in your life, only a future by his side.

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond fic #aemond imagine #aemond headcanon #house of the dragon #hotd #i needed to write this #just some fluff #so all you hornys can take a breather #aemond one eye #aemond fluff

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i’m going a little bit crazy over people tagging their oc fics as x reader ones. i wanna be the one fucking that psichotic one-eyed bitch

#i get the appeal but tag them right #x reader #oc #x oc #aemond x reader #aemond fic #aemond targaryen

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This episode seemed the most tragic to me. You can see what could have been if Viserys had been a smarter man, if he had grown a backbone at some point. Alicent and Rhaenyra together again, sharing tentative smiles, hopeful but afraid of whats to come. And then everything is thrown away because of the damned throne.

#alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #king viserys #im actually so mad #it is a tragedy through and through #no matter what team you support #hotd #house of the dragon

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