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aphroditelovesu · 6 months

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Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen/Yan!Dad Laenor Velaryon Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🐉— lady l: hi... So, it just freaked me out and I needed to write this, kind of like a base for Valyrian Heritage part 2... I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, unhealthy platonic relationships, mention of mutilation and war, messy writing.

❝ 🐉pairing: platonic!yan!mom rhaenyra targaryen and yan!dad laenor velaryon x gender neutral!reader, platonic yandere!hotd x gn!reader.

Rhaenyra and Laenor have always gotten along well, although not so close, they were always friendly with each other and even came to an agreement after their marriage. They would live their own lives and be free to love someone else.

The few times they slept together were not for pleasure, but to try to conceive an heir. And it worked, when Rhaenyra discovered she was pregnant just a few months after her wedding, much to everyone's delight.

You were the only child born of their marriage, well, at least the only legitimate one. There was no doubt about your legitimacy, since you were a copy of your father when you were born and became more like your mother as you grew up.

They loved you unconditionally, there are not enough words to describe how much they love you. They say you never love anything on the world the way you love your first child and that's true when it comes to your parents. They love all of their other children, but it's pretty clear how attached they are and favor you more than anyone else.

Laenor is the most attached to you, however, as you were his child. Really his. And although he loved your brothers who were born after you, there was no doubt that he preferred you above them all. You were the apple of your father's eye, you could never do anything wrong in his eyes and he will fight anyone who says otherwise.

Rhaenyra loved you with all her heart, the first moment she placed you in her arms for the first time was like a blessing, a gift from the gods old and new. You were her precious, her most precious treasure and nothing and no one will take you away from her. No one steals what belongs to a dragon and gets away with it.

You were not only spoiled and loved by your parents, but also by your grandparents. Rhaenys and Corlys adored you, simple as that, they spoil you more than anyone and always take you to Driftmark when Rhaenyra allows it. Corlys always makes a point of reminding you of your heritage, that you are a Velaryon, and Rhaenys tries to participate as much as possible in your upbringing.

Viserys loved you deeply too, considering that you are his first grandchild and he tries his best to be present in your life. He would often pick you up and sit with you on the Iron Throne, reminding you that one day everything would be yours. And he doesn't even try to hide his favoritism. He knew that if Aemma was still alive, she would love you as much as he does.

Alicent was excessively attached to you too, and although she had grandchildren of her own, she didn't even try to hide how much she preferred your company. Although she has no patience for children, she loves you with all her heart and strongly believes that Rhaenyra is not a good mother for you, a belief that became stronger after the birth of Jacaerys. Otto encourages Alicent's tendencies while cultivating his.

You were the example for your younger brothers, Jacaerys, being the second child, is the clingiest and most protective towards you. He had you first, so you were his first. Lucerys is extremely possessive of your attention and sulks when others get it. Joffrey is the baby and the youngest and so he wants to receive more attention from you.

Your aunt and uncles were very close to you, mainly due to age and because of Alicent's encouragement, who was always sure that you would grow up surrounded by her children.

Aegon is very emotionally dependent on you and is almost always leaning around you, looking for comfort. Helaena loves you with all her heart, she wants to be by your side all the time and she trusts you completely. Aemond is the closest to you, always seeking comfort and confirmation from you, he wants to impress you at any cost. You didn't spend as much time with Daeron, but he misses you and cherishes the memories he has with you.

You were the anchor of your family after the years passed, the only person capable of bringing them all together. Viserys and you had this in common, the desire to reunite the family and you managed it, although it never lasted for long.

All servants were instructed to do your whims and desires. Laenor and Rhaenyra are extremely protective of you and suspicious of anyone who approaches you, especially if it is one of the Greens.

You loved your family, you really loved them, but sometimes all you wanted was to be free from so much pressure. You found fun and ''freedom'' in associating more with your great-uncle, Daemon, who was always taking you away with him, causing your parents to panic. You always came back unscathed, though.

However, you knew you would have to choose a side. After Aemond's mutilation, you found yourself at an impasse when your father sneaked into your room that night and asked you to run away with him. Running away with him means you would be free from your burdens, but the conflict would never stop and would only escalate.

You didn't have any more time. You had to choose between running away with Laenor and escaping the war or staying with Rhaenyra and dealing with the conflicts between the Blacks and the Greens, as well as your overwhelming and possessive family.

Choosing between your father and mother was never something you thought you would do, until this day. The thought of never being able to see Rhaenyra again and hear her reading to you or never seeing your father teaching you how to fight again filled you with fear and anguish. You knew what you had to do, but could you bear the consequences of your choice?

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tamayakii · 10 months

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Their Angel. Yan!HOTD x Reader

I've been having so many thoughts about yandere house of the dragon x reader, how the 3 big houses (Targaryen, Velaryon & Hightower) would fight for the darlings' affection. Platonic, Familial or romantic. I feel like they would, of course, all fight over what colours you would wear, what house you represent until a very annoyed and exhausted council member suggested white.

"like an angel," Viserys adds, it was said that the gods had sent you down to bless them so dressing you in white seemed the best option... but that didn't stop them from gifting you jewellery that had the colours of their house.

The Hightower jewellery had the most expensive Jade and Emerald on top of gold, these pieces can range from delicate rings to big statement necklaces that encompass your neck. Alicent prefers to give you these gifts in person, alone, perhaps in her or your chambers. Presenting you with the beautifully engraved box as she opens it, showing you a new necklace with a beautiful dark green emerald. Otto's gifts never cease to awe you in how quiet that man is in his actions, a small indiscreet box upon your pillow when you ready for bed. Inside lays a note, upon which Otto describes the moment he found this beautiful ring and knew he must get it for you, the handwriting almost as beautiful as the peridot ring you now proudly wear on your pinkie.

The Targaryen jewellery is almost always extravagant, having connections to get you the best out of everything. Viserys gifts you capes, crowns and veils but unlike the others, he almost always keeps them in white, unless they have jewels. His favourite thing to see you in is crown veils, the jewellery hanging down and framing your face makes you seem like you stepped down from heaven's gate. When Aemma was still around, she gifted you rings and earrings, she wasn't able to give you much before she passed in childbirth. So you hold these gifts quite dearly to your heart, always sporting the dark ruby red ring on your thumb, twisting it when you get nervous. Rhaenrya, oh dear Rhaenrya, she wanted everyone to know that you belong to the Targaryens. To the Blood of The Dragons, her first gift to you was a cloak clasp that show two dragons on each side, her second gift was a crystal bracelet that had a chain connecting to a ring, it was a simple design but by the gods it made you feel exquisite. There was one gift that set the nail in the coffin, it was a gift from Rhaenrya and Aemma, a dragon that wrapped around your neck. Signifying the hold that House Targaryen has on you.

The Velaryon jewellery is often pearls or other sea gemstones as they sit on driftmark and have a hand over the trading routes, Rhaenys upon her second meeting of you, gifting you a pearl ring slipping upon your finger herself. Corlys gifted you a relic that was been with the Veleryons for ages on your first birthday with them, the beautiful necklace made with blue topaz, moonstones and blue chalcedony, wrapped beautifully with Valeryon silver. Vaemond... never was quite as fond as you as his brother and sister-in-law were, you were no Targaryen or Velaryon but for small moments he forgot that and adored your sweet smile.

I would love to draw male and female outfits of what this au's darling would look like, i can also do a part two of the other things the other characters would give you as i excluded a lot as to not make this any longer than it is. Should i make a fic with this idea? pls send me an ask if you're interested in this au

#yandere house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #hotd x reader #yandere hotd #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere targaryen #yandere velaryon #yandere hightower #yandere hotd x reader #otto hightower x reader #alicent hightower x reader #Aemma Targaryen x reader #Viserys targaryen x reader #Rhaenrya Targaryen x reader #Corlys Velaryon x reader #Rhaenys velaryon x reader #vaemond velaryon x reader

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 9 months

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the breakfast

lilac, chapter two

a/n: when my love, @chvoswxtch, asked me to bring the horny energy of miss patty from gilmore girls, of course I fucking did it, I'm not a criminal, that's what we all deserve

summary: “well, hello stranger.”

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, lumberjack AU, pete castiglione era, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, slow burn, wholesome villagers being adorable

word count: 2373

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The Lilac Inn wasn’t just an inn to the citizens of Dunbrook. It was its beating heart, a hub for the small community to gather.

As the town’s only culinary establishment, the residents had always made a habit of eating a fair amount of their meals in the inn’s dining room, the door to the kitchen often staying wide open so that Harvey wouldn’t have to leave the stove in order to catch all of the juicy small-town gossip that had people blabbering.

“Dad, did you turn off my alarm?” you snapped as soon as your scurrying feet carried you into the bustling kitchen.

Not lifting his eyes from the loaf of bread he was currently slicing, your dad simply countered with a jovial, “well, good morning to you too, sleeping beauty!”

“Dad,” you sighed, jaw clenching at his usual demeanour, the paralysing dream you’d just roused from not setting you up to be in the right mood for such a level of positivity.

“You just looked like you could use the extra hour or two,” a smile still warm on his lips, the middle-aged man defensively raised his hands.

“But I’m supposed to help you out,” your eyes followed his movements as he trotted towards the stove, “I can’t do that if I’m asleep.”

“Exactly,” your dad passed by a hook full of tangled textiles and tossed you an apron, “that’s why I let you go a little longer so that you wouldn’t doze off on me before lunchtime arrives.”

“I wouldn’t have dozed off…” you mumbled pettily as you tied the linen around your waist. Exhaling lowly as you watched him crack two eggs into a sizzling skillet, you asked, “what can I do?”

“Well for starters,” he tossed the shells into a small scrap bowl to his side, “these were the last eggs, so if you could go get some more out by the front desk, that would be superb.”

“Why do you have eggs on the front desk?”

“Because Otto’s chickens are laying a lot right now and so he told me he’d give me some today when he swung by for breakfast.”

“Wait, Sheriff Nilsen has chickens now?”

“Yeah, has for a long time,” the decade of you not living here grew palpable, “he usually just drops the extra ones off here, so they should already be there because I just took his order two minutes ago.”

“Alright,” you disappeared through the back door and snaked down the narrow corridor, ending up behind the messy reception area.

Your eyes didn’t have to search for long before you noticed the petite basket, brimming with beige eggs, resting on the top of the counter right beside the small rolodex that displayed what date it was. Grasping it in your hand, your vision momentarily drifted down to the small, framed photo nuzzled behind the ever-open logbook. Sitting on the swing that still hung from one of the sturdy trees out back, head adorably posed in a tiny palm, there a 7-year-old version of you sat, forever frozen in that singular moment, beaming up at the camera.

“Ah!” a sharp voice boomed as you heard the front door swing shut, “oh my goodness, oh my god! Y/n!”

Raising your chin, your eyes grew wide at the rotund woman beaming at you from the doormat, “miss Rays!” you hurried around the front desk, “oh my god, it’s been so long!”

Capturing you in a hug, she pressed your form into her bosom, “darling, we’re not in bed together, call me Donna.”

Pulling back with a light chuckle, your eyes fluttered over her features, “you haven’t changed one bit,” her lipstick still a fiery shade red and hair still short and feathery framing her plump cheeks.

“You however have,” she clasped your free hand in hers, guiding your figure to give her a good view, “oh, do a little spin for me,” you bashfully obliged with a giggle, “yes! Honey, who is this woman, what have you done with the adorable little girl I used to tutor?”

To your knowledge, Dunbrook never really had a proper school, but for as long as you could recall Donna had always operated as a teacher to the handful of children that called the reclusive mountain village their home. Even though it was just run out of her living room, she had still been the best teacher you’d ever had, her patient way rivalling any of the professors you had to endure when you went off for college. As a matter of fact, she had been the person who’d pushed you to send in the application, praising that you were too clever not to go out and change the world.

“Oh, stop it,” you sighed light-heartedly, a chuckle still bubbling out of your chest as you shifted the subject away from your own appearance, “so, you still come here for breakfast?”

“Of course, I do, you’ve tasted your father’s cooking,” readjusting her purse, she hooked her arm in yours, “a real shame that he’s never accepted any of my offers of becoming your stepmom,” she leaned in to add as you crossed over the threshold into the dinner room, “I could have been served all my meals in bed like some Egyptian queen!”

“I’m sure you can easily find another fellow that can handle himself in the kitchen,” the click-clack of her heels came to a stop by one of the small round tables, her eyes briefly taking in the other patrons before a slight crease appeared betwixt her polished brows.

“Oh, darn it,” her vision stayed glued to the table in the corner as she lowered herself onto her seat, “he’s not sitting at his usual table…”

“Who?”

“The eye candy over there,” she tilted her chin in the direction of the broad, muted flannel-clad back of the man sitting by the window furthest down at the bottom of the room, “you see, I asked your dear father to always reserve this spot for me just so that I can have a great view, if you know what I mean…” gulping down the rest of his coffee, the man’s head tilted enough for you to recognise whom the rugged looking visage belonged to, “oh boy, I tell you, if I was 30 years younger…”

Haven assumed that you’d never again run into the stranger who’d helped you just the day before, a warm flutter suddenly trickled down your spine, “like that’s ever stopped you before,” you pointed out, snapping your eyes out of their trance, “so, uh, do you know what you want to eat or do you just want some coffee or something while you think on it?” you took two steps towards the oblong table where mismatched teacups where stacked and the steam of a few thermoses, all containing a different hot beverage then the next, billowed out.

“Some coffee would be lovely,” she smiled as you with one hand snatched up a mug and the decanter labelled as such, “and some oatmeal if you don’t mind, sweetie.”

Promptly pouring her a cup, you then signed off with a wink, “you got it,” before your vision landed upon the latest of Donna’s abundant infatuations once more.

Attempting to make the short journey seem spontaneous and effortless, you bounced from table to table, topping off people's cups, before reaching the final one.

Drawing in a deep breath, your embarrassingly giddy voice then found his ears, “well, hello stranger.”

Eyes flickering away from the newspaper sprawled out before him, a look of shock washed over his gruff features as he glanced up at you, “oh, hi.”

“Pete–, it is Pete, right?” you checked, slight mortification beginning to brew within your belly.

“Yes, ma'am,” his head nodded ever so slightly.

“Do you want a refill, Pete?” you savoured the taste of his name on your tongue.

“Sorry?” his brows furrowed at your offer.

“Your coffee,” you pointed with the hand that clutched the handle of the thermos, “do you want some more?”

“Oh,” he breathed, though the puzzled look didn’t seem to fade, “yes, always.”

Leaning in slightly over the newspaper, you filled up the drained mug, only a murky ring at the bottom indicating what it had previously contained, “and can I get you something to eat as well?”

Eyes narrowing, he stared up at you, “is your vacation really already so boring that you got a job here or what?”

“Oh,” you couldn’t help but breathe out a light chuckle as you answered, “I’m not on vacation and I guess, kinda,” staring back into his eyes as you attempted to repeat your question, “so, do you want any–,” though before you could finish the sentence, out pranced your father, a plate of food balanced in his palm.

“2 eggs sunny side up and some sourdough toast, as per usual,” he sang as his long arm came down to slice the air between your forms, placing the dish upon the table.

Briefly catching his eye, Pete then offered a polite nod of gratitude, “thank you,” folding the paper up and scooting the meal closer.

Feeling the small basket of eggs disappear from your grip, you blinked back at your father as he softly requested in your ear, “honey, could you give me a hand in the back when you’re done out here?”

“Sure, dad,” you flashed him a smile before watching him disappear once more.

Feet still glued to the floorboards right by Pete’s table, your vision then returned to him as his deep voice washed over you, “so, you’re Harvey’s kid, then?”

“Yep, that’s my dad,” your balance briefly shifted as you rocked on the balls of your feet, “thank you, by the way, for yesterday.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” his fork punctured one of the golden yokes, “how’s your car looking?”

“I don’t really know yet. The local mechanic is taking a look today, so fingers crossed it’s not anything too catastrophic,” you felt your palms begin to sweat as he simply stared up at you in silence, “anyhow,” you averted your gaze nervously, “I’ll stop bothering you, let eat in peace,” you nearly bumped into the chair behind you as you backed up towards the kitchen, the near accident not managing to draw any words out of him, only the hint of a smile twitched at the corner of his lips, “see you around, I guess…”

“Hey, dad?”

Briefly raising his eyes from the logbook cracked open on the wooden counter, he glanced up at you as you bounced down the wide staircase, “yeah, pumpkin?”

Hand tracing the railing, with the aid of the grip, you swung your form around the last post as you ascended the final step, “did you know that the hot water doesn’t work? Like at all.”

“Yeah, that and about a million other things around here,” he sighed, vision returning to the ledger as you rested your folded-up arms upon the top of the reception, “this is a beautiful historic building… and what I mean by that is that there are too many things that either don’t work the way they should or at all. I am not a millionaire, honey. If I was, then the issues wouldn’t be piling up the way that they are…”

Bottom lip snug between your teeth, your mind raced a moment before you quietly theorised, “exactly how long is that list?”

Eyes racing to find your eyes, your father joked, “why? Did you become a contractor while living in New York or something?”

“No, but I was always the handy one out of the two of us,” you noted before your shoulders raised in an innocent shrug, “how hard could it be?”

“Let me get this right,” he raised a palm up between you as his eyes crinkled even further, “you’re telling me you wanna try and patch this place up?”

“Well, it couldn’t hurt the business side of things. When was the last time you booked out more than two rooms at a time here?”

“Oh, no, no,” the moustachioed man then began to shake his head, “you’re not turning this place into some fake, glossy tourist attraction.”

Swinging around to his side of the counter, you assured him, “hey, I’m not saying let's flood this place with tourists, but maybe just a handful more?” tilting your head in an attempt to catch his gaze that had now returned to the open book, “just enough to make ends meet, perhaps also enough to at some point hire someone else so that you won’t work yourself to death…”

Eyes frozen on the page before him, a long exhale then flowed from his lungs as he deliberated.

“Alright, fine, yeah, I guess that wouldn’t be that bad…” he tried to downplay the smile that blossomed upon his lips.

Spine pressed against the edge of the front desk, you then braced with your palms and hauled yourself up onto the spot that was just clear enough for you to sit there without knocking any knickknacks over.

“So,” you drew out, searching for a new topic to explore, “Donna seems to be quite set on that guy Pete to be her new husband, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” Harvey chortled, “but you know her, she’s like a dog spotting a pheasant every time she sees a new man. I think genuinely I might be the only person in town who isn’t either terrified of him or has some desire to sleep with him.”

“How long has he been here anyway?”

“Eh,” he glanced up at the stained glass adorning the front door as he thought, “maybe a year or two? He mostly keeps to himself, lives up in a cabin in the woods and only really comes down here to either provide some firewood to whoever needs it or have some coffee,” vision landing on you, he then noted, “you however seemed to have broken through to him quite quickly. Took me like 5 months to get anything more than a grunt of recognition out of him.”

“Oh,” you couldn’t stop your eyebrows as they promptly rose up, “well, he kinda helped me the day that I got here. He was the guy I caught a ride with…”

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wheres-mylove · 21 days

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francesca | aemond targaryen x fem!baratheon!reader

Summary: Aemond battles duty and desire, torn between his brother's schemes and his own longing for Lady Baratheon. Inspired by Hozier's Francesca.

Disclaimer: English isn't my first language!

Word count: 0.6k

Aegon Targaryen was a man accustomed to having his desires fulfilled.

A master of getting what he wanted, he seized pleasure and delights for himself. What he didn't want, he also received. Always granted the privileges of a firstborn son. The vision of a crown he didn't deserve.

He didn't deserve the wife he took either, simply because he could. Because it pleased him to spite his brother. That fool only took. Took and gave nothing in return.

Aemond Targaryen was second in line to the throne. Second in line to make demands.

Second, second, second.

Lady Baratheon glided toward him, escorted by her father. The sept was silent, all attention focused on the radiant bride. And for a fleeting moment, Aemond could draw a breath and imagine that she belonged to him. That this wedding was not a farce.

She gave him a look that nearly knocked him off his feet. A mixture of adoration, hope, and timidity. He had to ground himself. Reality crashed upon him with cruel force. He felt like a pawn in a game he never wanted to play. It wasn't his day. It wasn't his ceremony. She was not his to claim, not his to cherish.

Aemond had been cruel before, but now he had really outdone himself.

“We should have Storm's End on our side. When the time comes, we will need every strength we can gather,” Otto Hightower declared, clasping his hands on the table. “Borris is a proud, stupid man. He'll agree if he imagines his daughter by the side of the future king.”

Alicent cast a uncertain glance at Aegon, who lounged on one of the chairs, seeming entirely disinterested in the whole situation.

“I thought the arrangements made for Helaena to be his wife were still valid.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” Otto rebuked her sharply. “We must open ourselves to alliances from the outside.”

“Which one will I get?” the prince suddenly asked, as if struck by a certain thought.

“If the Baratheons have anything to offer, it's daughters. Whichever one you want.”

A grave, grave mistake.

Aemond barely heard the words of the ceremony. His heart hurt. A heart he should have gotten rid of before stepping into this building. She was so beautiful. He imagined her reaction when she entered the marital chambers. She wouldn't find the man she was marrying at the altar there. She would find Aegon.

Aemond is a proxy. A safeguard. So Lady Baratheon won't flee.

Aegon's back collided with the oak doors. But the impact failed to erase the smug grin etched upon his face. His brother's fiery gaze bore into him.

“Maybe I do love her? And I can't imagine any other by my side?” Aegon asked in a sing-song voice, not moving from the spot Aemond had shoved him into.

Aemond's patience wore thin, his voice a low growl of frustration.

“Stop it. You don't give a shit at all. This is just another game to you. And she won't agree to marry you. Not after how you treated her the last time she was here.”

Aegon's smirk widened, a gleam of amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Oh, I know that. That's precisely why we need your help, dear brother. Our intended bride happens to hold you in high regard. And as for me, well, weddings aren't exactly my cup of wine. The feasts afterward? Absolutely. But the ceremony itself? Not my scene.”

Prince's tone turned ominous as he issued his ultimatum, a veiled threat hanging in the air.

“Refuse to assist, and I'll see to it that this marriage never takes place.”

Aemond felt the weight of obligation pressing down upon him, a heavy burden he could not easily shake off. They needed this alliance, and he was bound by duty to serve the case.

But now, oh now, now he felt something else. The stirring of rebellion.

He will claim her for himself. His lady born of tempest and fury.

How would she fear any hurricane when she embodied one?

And as for Prince Aemond, he had always been captivated by storms.

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meraxesmoon · 6 months

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but imagine the adventures of Daemons Bastard!reader and grumpy grandpa Balerion!!!!

I’m seeing reader coming out and spending her first nights with Daemon and his fam sneaking out to gramps and curling up against him and just crying silently until she falls asleep😭😭😭

Then some random losers one day make fun of reader in the palace courtyard for being a bastard and gramps just pokes his head in and is NOT amused

Gramps just senses when the reader wants to leave somewhere and just yoinks her out of whatever situation she’s in

Part 2 I want to see the reaction about the basted daughter of Daemons having balerion as dragon green and black reaction

This is so good, I love this little series so much!

Daemon, at first, is so damn proud of his baby! However, it also holds some bitterness for him, considering Balerion was his brother's dragon as well. I like to imagine while bastard! (Name) is a spitfire like her father. She'd most likely be a peaceful person much like her uncle Viserys. Of course, Daemon, being Daemon, would consider using Balerion to his advantage, but that pretty much goes to the wind once he realizes that Balerion has no interest in war anymore. That being said, I feel like Daemon would come to resent Balerion due to (Name) spending more time with her dragon rather than her family.

Rhaenyra thinks the world of her precious stepdaughter. The little girl is everything to Rhaenyra, and our queen just wants to be a mother to her. (Name) pushes her away quite a bit, but after bonding with Balerion, she needs someone to help her with dragon commands. (Name) wouldn't want to ask Daemon, so she goes to Rhaenyra and Luke the most. Rhaenyra loves spending time riding on their dragons together, and after a while, I feel like they would get closer. There's a certain admiration that Rhaenyra has for her sweet little stepdaughter, but she worries as well. She knows that dragons can be dangerous, and she's terrified of their sweet baby potentially getting hurt.

Jacaerys thinks that it's so cool! He's always wanted a little sister, so once Daemon brought (Name) home, they were all elated. Jace particularly takes a liking to her and looks after her the first couple of months that she stays on Dragonstone. They're very hard on (Name), considering she misses her mother and siblings, but Jace in intent on making her life a little bit happier. He's a positive influence on her, and I feel like she's probably relied on Jace quite a bit. Rhaenyra is very supportive of this and loves seeing her children get along with their new sister!

Lucerys and (Name) are the closest out of everyone in the family. I HC that Luke is extremely good at High Valyrian, so he tutors (Name) in the new language so she can communicate with Balerion freely. Due to this, they become very close, and (Name) is very open with Luke. As for her and Balerion, Lucerys finds Balerion absolutely terrifying. Of course, this doesn't stop him from accompanying his sister on dragon rides together, but he finds Balerion unsettling. When (Name) is made upset by Daemon, she always runs to Luke <3

Baela and Rhaena are very proud of their little sister, Baela, especially. I'd like to go into more detail about their dynamic with bastard! (Name), but basically, they both adore her to bits. Rhaena would be closer with their younger sister, and (Name) would take her on rides on Balerion. Since (Name) is relatively young, both Baela and Rhaena want her to be careful on her dragon, worrying that she may fly off of her saddle or something like that. I should mention that Baela would be the type to brag about their little sister to others, she's just so proud of (Name)! I love them sm.

Team Green, as a whole, finds the concept of Daemon's daughter being Balerion's new rider. Alicent doesn't want to mess around with this kind of power, and Aegon doesn't feel like being eaten alive so I think the war would probably be put on pause. Otto would probably send a spy to Dragonstone to see if (Name) could be brought to their side, but since she loves her siblings so much it isn't plausible. Aemond and Helaena both hold much admiration for (Name), considering how impressive Balerion is. She is a bastard, though, so I think Team Green would probably target her during the war if it went on.

"Bastard Blood Shed at War."

I HAD AN IDEA

BASTARD (NAME) AND DAERON !!!!

AWE

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e1e4n0r5 · 4 months

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Twisted Love - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Summary: You always expected to marry your twin brother, Daeron. However, when this does not come to be, you find comfort with your siblings. As only Targaryens could.

Okay, can't lie, I struggled with this chapter. I just wanted to bring Daeron back but logistically couldn't because of the necessary time jump. After all, it would have been very unlikely for Alicent & Otto to allow Daeron to come home the second Reader is no longer "available", so yes we have a time jump. Lovely family life for our foursome!

Warnings: oral sex, vaginal sex, pregnancy, descriptions of childbirth, lactation kink, talk of postpartum bodies

As it turned out, perhaps you were meant for Aemond all along. Over the two years previous, Aemond had proven himself to be an excellent lover, whilst still able to maintain the public façade of being simply a loving brother to his younger sister. But from the moment the two of you first walked arm-in-arm through the corridors of the Red Keep, he excelled as a husband. He thrived on it, basking in it. Born to fulfil that role. The validation and approval he felt when he saw the courtiers looking at your matching rings satisfied him immensely. He practically preened whenever someone addressed either of you as ‘husband’ or ‘wife’. Your husband was glowing with pride, and you loved that for him.

Growing up, the middle Targaryen-Hightower sibling often felt excluded from the five of you. There was Aegon and Helaena, and you and Daeron. Where did that leave Aemond, he wondered all his life. He didn’t know that you had never intended for your second brother to be excluded; you would have taken him as a second husband in the very same ceremony in which you would have married Daeron. The five of you would never have been separated. You would never have allowed that to happen. Never.

But now he felt secure in his place, with you officially by his side and he by yours. Before your marriage, the two of you would spend time together, of course, you were siblings after all. But now, it was like Aemond wanted you with him constantly. He could barely stand to be apart from you. He even moved his training time to the first thing in the morning, at the very crack of dawn, because he knew you slept until mid-morning, and he wanted to be there when you woke. He didn’t want to miss a second with you. After he broke fast with you, you bathed together – he had to clean after his training, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to spend time with your handsome naked husband – then you would both spend time with family, typically Helaena and the children. You would ride your dragons together, walk through the gardens together, read in the library together. Every possible second he could spend by your side, Aemond did so.

But it didn’t madden you, because you understood the reason why: Aemond was happy.

At long last, Aemond Targaryen was finally happy.

After spending his entire childhood feeling isolated, being bullied by the Velaryon boys for not having a dragon, then having his eye carved out by Lucerys after claiming Vhagar, Aemond was finally happy with his life. He had a beautiful wife who loved him; two lovers in his other siblings; and finally approval from the courtiers – despite how much he might deny how important that last part was to him. You were well loved at court, and he was your husband; having an adored wife was always a bonus for a prince. After Rhaenyra’s long absences from court, her moniker had somehow been placed upon your head, and Aemond flourished in the knowledge that his wife was now the Realm’s Delight. It thrilled him.

So no-one was shocked when you announced your pregnancy within only a few months of being married. You lay with your husband almost every night and you never once drank Moon Tea. It was inevitable, and most welcome. Not entirely by your mother or grandsire. They both smiled for you and toasted your health, but you could tell they weren’t completely happy. Perhaps they had hoped that if no children occurred soon enough, that they could dissolve the marriage and use either you, Aemond, or both of you to secure alliances elsewhere in the Six Kingdoms. But your mother hugged you and wished you well, offering advice and support about pregnancy and what you could expect.

Helaena announced her pregnancy a fortnight after yours but told you when you were all together that night that she had conceived the same night as you – your wedding night. The four of you were all thrilled; you had everything you wanted. You were all together, and there were two babes on the way. Life was perfect.

But you did still miss Daeron. You were delightfully happy and content with your new life, but that didn't - couldn't – take away how much you still longed for your twin. When the midwife had confirmed your pregnancy and a kiss had been pressed to your cheek, a part of you had expected to turn your head and see Daeron beside you. You weren't disappointed that it was Aemond, but that part of you that had long desired to marry Daeron hadn't gone away.

And you knew Daeron felt the same. You wrote to your twin almost every day, even though ravens took almost a week to travel to Oldtown and another week to return. You and Daeron would just send your replies to each other paired with the original letter, that way you would always know which conversation you were replying to. But when you sent him your letter announcing your pregnancy, he didn't respond to it. He replied to others, with an undeniably stilted tone, but he never addressed your condition. He would ask if you were well and that he wished you good health, but he never directly acknowledged the babe in your belly. You knew it must have been hard for him, to hear of your marriage to another brother and know that you were carrying that other man's child, but it still hurt.

You could only hope that your mother and grandsire would finally allow Daeron to return home, now that they thought you weren't free to marry each other. Nothing to do, but wait for the final sibling to return home. It was just a question of how long that would take.

Aemond closed the door behind him as he returned from visiting Vhagar. He glanced around your rooms on his way inside.

“Abrazȳrys? (wife)” he called.

A sash suddenly came down over his head, pressing lightly against his throat. For a split second, Aemond panicked, but then he calmed as he assessed the situation. It was a silk sash, not a rope or chain. Whoever was behind him was significantly smaller than him, with breasts and a bumped stomach. An unlikely assassin. Then a familiar perfume filled his senses.

“You shouldn't play with fire, little one,” he purred. “We wouldn't want you getting burned,” he looked over his shoulder at you.

You smiled up at him, the ends of the sash in your hands. “I won't get burned, husband-”

“Then would you care to explain your actions? Sneaking up on a trained warrior, tying a rope around his neck... Something awful could have happened to you had I not recognised your delicious fragrance.” His voice was hard, reprimanding you.

You pouted. “I wanted to take charge tonight.”

That shocked Aemond. You had never once expressed a desire to be in charge in the bedroom, always so happy and willing to follow his lead in everything you did together. You didn’t even top with Aegon or Helaena – you were the most submissive sibling, always happy to submit to everyone. Aemond himself was the most dominant, never submitting to anyone. Aegon was mostly dominant, though he did enjoy certain submissive activities – he had even fully submitted to Aemond on several occasions. Helaena was flexible, though she was always dominant to you.

“What has provoked this new want of yours?”

You shrugged. “I don't know precisely. I just want to try it, see if I like it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I can fetch Aegon or Helaena-”

“No,” you protested. “I want it to be you.”

He turned slowly in your arms, the sash moving from his throat to the back of his neck. “I'm not suited to submission, Y/N.”

You frowned sadly. “You don't trust me.”

“I trust you with my very being, with all that I am.”

“…But?”

He pulled you close, pressing his hips to yours as best he could, given your lightly rounded pregnant belly. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather I take over, darling? You always receive such pleasure with me, do you not? You know I can give you anything you desire,” he ran the tip of his nose up your neck, pressing soft kisses as he went.

Your eyes fluttered closed, sighing softly. But you stopped. “No! No, I know what tricks you’re playing,” you protested.

Aemond sighed through his nose. “You won't be swayed?”

You shook your head.

“There is nothing I can offer, or promise, or provide you that will change your mind?”

Again, you shook your head.

“Very well then.” He stood up straight, clasping his arms behind his back. “Do you want to begin now?”

You grinned widely, nodding. “Yes!”

“Then I am yours.”

Hours later

You took control hours ago, and you had only climaxed once, Aemond not at all. You had started the two of you off slowly, asking Aemond for a long massage of your entire body. Your pregnancy was starting to send aches through your body as you grew to accommodate your baby, and you were getting sore most days. It was certainly no hardship for Aemond to lie you down, supporting your body with soft pillows atop your bed, and slowly, sensually, and thoroughly rub his hands across your body. He made a note to himself to do it for you more often; going by the sounds you made, your body definitely needed it.

He had soothed your body for an hour, leaving you floppy and relaxed on the bed. Afterwards, you took control back and had him get on his knees at the end of the bed. Again, not exactly a hardship for him. But it had been for you; your desire to be in control had made you direct him too much – ‘up a bit, harder, suck gently, faster’ – and rendered you unable to truly relax and enjoy your husband’s attention. When Aemond politely suggested that you relax and let him please you his way, given how he knew your body and knew precisely how to give the most pleasure, you had reprimanded him, thinking he was trying to take back control.

It was a long hour for the both of you before your legs had finally started to shake and your orgasm eventually arrived, not as satisfying as usual. You then ordered your husband onto his back on the bed, climbing over his hips and started to ride. Something you had done many times and that you both always enjoyed. But it wasn't going well.

Aemond looks up at you, pity rising inside him as he watches you grip the headboard over his head and try to maintain your rhythm. You’re tiring, quickly. He can read your face perfectly after years of experience; your head tilted forward indicates your fatigue from riding; the tiniest crease between your brows shows your frustration at not climaxing for so long; and the subtle tremor of your jaw tells him you’re close to tears.

He squeezes your hips softly. “Y/N,” he purrs your name, “stop, sweetheart-”

“No!” you snap. “I can-” you pause to pant, “I can keep going! I’m doing it! I’m in charge!”

He shakes his head. “Y/N, do you trust me?”

His random question makes you stop, your quivering thighs giving way and dropping your hips onto his. “What?”

“Do you trust me?” he repeats calmly, rubbing his hand over your tense thighs. He’ll need to massage them again later.

Your shaking arms drop down from the headboard, falling limply at your sides. “Yes,” you concede.

He knows you’ve given up, and that you’re upset about it. He knows you feel like a failure. “Come here, darling,” he urges you to lie down against his chest, holding you tightly. He gives you a minute to catch your breath, kissing your forehead every few seconds. When your breathing has slowed, he tightens his hold on you, slowly and carefully rolling the two of you over. With your body under his, you visibly relax, your drained body sinking into the soft mattress with a relieved sigh.

“You did so well, darling,” he praises, dotting kisses all over your cheeks and neck.

You’re too exhausted to shake your head. “It was awful! I could have done-”

“It was your first attempt at domination, Y/N. You can always try again.”

“With Aegon or Helaena,” you giggle.

He smiles down at you. “That would be best. I’d be happy to instruct you, if that was what you wanted?”

You shake your head. “I actually didn’t enjoy it that much. It made my mind too busy; I couldn’t focus on enjoying myself. How do you do it? How do you make it seem like you’re focusing on me completely, and still be able to find your own pleasure?”

He slips his fingers into your hair, rubbing your scalp gently. Your eyes close as you release a low moan. “Because for me, receiving your submission and giving you pleasure is what gives me pleasure. Having you suck my cock is pleasurable, but it’s your submission in the act that is most satisfying for me. Your cunt is a joy to fuck, but it’s the trust you place in me as I do that fulfils me. Do you understand, darling?”

You nod. “I think so?”

He kisses your lips. “Good. Do you want to continue, or should we let you rest?”

“I want you to finish,” you answer, surprising him.

“Not yourself as well?”

You shrug. “I think I’m too tired.”

He smirks. “Well, that is a challenge if ever I knew one. Let’s see what we can do for you, shall we?”

And he did not disappoint. He started slow, letting your body adjust to him again through your fatigue. It was the most pleasure you’d experienced all evening. He held you close, kissing you deeply, knowing just what rhythm to keep by how you moved under him, the sounds you made, the way you begged him for more. It was well into the night when you finally used your safe word, tapping his shoulder three times with a mumbled 'bantazma' (long night), indicating to Aemond that perhaps eight orgasms was sufficient for the evening.

He made you do fifteen the following night.

Your pregnancy went perfectly, everyone said you handled it wonderfully. Like a true Princess, many courtiers had complimented. Helaena gave birth only a few days before you, to a beautiful healthy son. They had yet to announce a name for their third child, and you suspected she and Aegon were waiting for you to give birth yourself. Your sister had mentioned a few times that she thought it would be nice for your children to have similar names, given that they were conceived on the same night. If the Maesters and midwives were to be believed, your labours would begin any day.

And it was. You started having pains in the late hours, Aemond staying up all night to rub your back and tummy for you as you tried to get some rest. By day break, your waters had broken and your pains increased. The Maesters tried to make Aemond leave the room, but he just stared them down.

"The birthing room is not a fit place for a man, your Highness."

"And how do you plan on removing me from my wife as she births our child?" he snapped coldly, even as he rubbed your hips whilst you clung to him during a contraction.

"He stays," you insisted through gritted teeth. “If you take him from me, our dragons will feed well tomorrow.”

Helaena and your mother came in from time to time, giving Aemond brief respites, but he was never gone long. Aegon stayed with the children and nannies, keeping himself occupied and out the way. Whilst he did want to see you, it wasn't permitted – after all, to everyone else, he was merely your brother, nothing more. To have him, a man who wasn’t your husband or a Maester, in the room would have caused scandal and rumour. Aemond assured him whenever he left the room that you were doing well and the Maesters had absolutely no concerns about you or the child. They anticipated an easy birth for you both.

And they were correct. It was agony, but all went well. You insisted on pushing completely naked, standing in front of the window, looking out over the city. The sun was high in the sky and bathed your skin with its heat. It soothed your Targaryen blood, and you felt peace as you pushed, despite the pain. Aemond stood by your side, holding you upright as the midwife guided your efforts. With a long and low groan, your child was born just after midday. A son was placed in your arms, crying his lungs out until he rested his ear against your chest. Aemond held you tightly as you wept with joy, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as a tear slipped down his own cheek.

The midwives cleaned you up and got you back into bed, your mother the Queen waiting patiently outside to be let in. She, Aegon, and Helaena carrying her new-born son, all entered when you called them in, large smiles all around.

“Well done, my darling,” your mother praised, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “A healthy son?”

You smiled down at your sleeping babe. “He’s perfect.”

“Have you got a name?” Aegon asked, standing next to Aemond and giving him a congratulatory pat on the back.

Aemond looked at you, and you gave him a happy nod. He lifted his head proudly. “We've called him Maenor.”

Aegon raised his eyebrows. “There's never been a Maenor before.”

“First of His Name,” you agreed. You looked at Helaena and her baby. “Have you finally got a name for your son, sister?”

She came and sat next to you on the bed. “We waited for you. This is Maelor.”

Aemond looked at Aegon, “First of His Name?”

Aegon nodded proudly. “Great minds think alike, brother.”

“Maelor and Maenor?” Alicent blinked a few times but smiled at both her daughters. “They're both beautiful boys, with strong names. Though it may take some time to...Remember.”

You smiled at your obviously tense mother. “Just remember that both Helaena and Maelor have Ls in their names, and me and my son don't.”

She nodded. “Very helpful, daughter, thank you.”

Motherhood came naturally to you. Of course you had nannies and a wet nurse to care for your son during the nights, but you wouldn't be removed from him after you woke. You even followed in Helaena’s footsteps and shocked the court by feeding Maenor from your own breast. It was almost completely unheard of that a high-born lady would nurse their children – your own mother certainly hadn't – but you loved the bond it created between the two of you. It was hard at first, even painful at times, but it was worth it to you.

Your brothers and sister had no complaints either. After the Maester and midwife had cleared you and Helaena to resume ‘marital relations’, the four of you had almost fallen over each other to get back to Aegon’s and Helaena’s rooms. And the first thing the three of them did was strip you naked, lay you down and worship your breasts. You, Aegon, and Aemond had all sampled Helaena’s milk from having the twins; and now the three of them wanted to try yours.

Aemond had already had a taste when you nervously indulged his interest one night, so he settled his head between your legs whilst your siblings kissed and licked and sucked gently on your breasts. He had sorely missed this most intimate part of you since your birth, and he was aching to get reacquainted. He kissed and licked and sucked gently, bringing you to a soft and peaceful climax for your first time after having a baby, and you almost cried with your release.

Then it was Helaena’s turn, receiving the same treatment from the three of you; her husband between her legs and her siblings at her breasts. She had a few more lines on her tummy than you, and you made sure to kiss every single one.

Life had moved on with your growing family, now a family of four with a daughter following your son. Maenor was now four, and your beautiful, sweet Aena was nine moons. You didn’t know where the time had gone, life and time were odd concepts. Helaena hadn’t had another child after their son born only one week before Maenor, but she and Aegon had said she was going to stop taking Moon Tea soon. Knowing how easily she had fallen pregnant with the twins and their son Maelor, Helaena would be pregnant before her next moon’s blood.

The four of you were all passing an afternoon together, surrounded by your growing brood of children, when a page was let into the large sitting room. He headed for you as you were closest to the door, pouring yourself a cup of tea from the sideboard near the door. Helaena was sat on a sofa with Aena in her lap and her daughter Jaehaera at her side, showing the older child illustrations of insects from a book; Aena was asleep in her arms, still needing several naps a day. Aegon and Aemond were on the floor rough-housing with Jaehaerys, Maelor, and Maenor.

The page presented a scroll on a silver platter to you, a polite nod of his head with a quiet ‘princess’. You smiled and gave a thanks as you opened the scroll, your smile widening when you saw Daeron’s seal. You unfurled the scroll, your eyes moving left to right as you read the carefully penned words. Your eyes welled up.

Aemond saw you from his spot on the floor, even as he dangled Maenor over his shoulder whilst the little boy screeched with laughter. “What is it, issa jorrāelagon (my love)?”

You looked up at him, joyful tears trickling down your cheeks. “Daeron’s coming home.”

And Aemond’s heart sank.

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bubblegumspacebxtch · 1 year

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The Changes to Come

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Your husband is quick to notice the changes in your body. What he did not expect is that the reason behind them would be what he longed for ever since loving you then marrying you.

Warnings || 18+ smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, spanking, a bit of degradation, unprotected sex (duh), multiple orgasms, squirting, a bit of overstimulation, creampie, somnophilia, breeding, pregnancy mention

Summary: I couldn't get the thought of Aemond finding out he's going to be father out of my head so this fic is the end result of that lol. This fic can be read as a stand alone or as a part 2 to Primal Urges so ya'll can give that a read too!! I hope you all enjoy reading this because I sure enjoyed writing it. We all love Aemond here <3 Also flashbacks are in bold and italic.

Translation: Ao issi ñuhon - You are mine.

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“F-Fuck… again so soon, my love?”

The remark came out a breathless whisper but the teasing undertone did not go unnoticed. The prince could only grunt as you clenched hard once again before coming undone just mere minutes after the last.

Aemond preferred to take you lying down, claiming he wanted nothing more than to watch you so satisfied even as tears spilled from the pleasure he gave you. It came then as a surprise when he manhandled you into your hands and knees, opting this time around to fuck you from behind.

Your husband couldn’t quite understand it himself either, but he felt the urge to have the flesh of your behind squeezed in each of his hand. You had gotten thicker in the last month and he was quick to notice how the added flesh to your bones made him want to be balls deep in you even more than he thought possible.

He loved your body always, but seeing you walk towards him while your thighs swayed to your movements, it did something to him. His cock twitched beneath his garments and he prayed to the gods to have whatever issue it was the Hand was relaying to him be done with.

Aemond longed to have you beneath him again cockdrunk and spent after having to endure his lust you claimed is seemingly endless. Otto was quick to follow the prince's gaze as he knew his grandson was no longer paying his words mind. It did not take much wisdom to know it was you who had caught Aemond's attention, if the grin he wore wasn't indication enough.

The entire Seven Kingdoms was aware that it was only you who was able to garner such a reaction from the prince, unadulterated joy and love. Not even Vhagar was ever at the receiving end of such adoration, though the prince did have a bond as strong and unique with the beast as he had with you.

"I see I no longer have your attention, Prince Aemond," the Hand muttered with a shake of his head. "Very well then. I will leave you to your wife. Excuse me."

As the older man's footsteps receded, the prince made a move to meet you halfway the distance. Aemond wasted no time in grabbing your waist to lift you off the ground in a twirl.

"My prince!"

Your shriek and giggles of glee travelled down the hall. Your husband's smile brighter than the lightness of his hair. As he lowered you into his embrace, he was hit with the familiar scent of you. The prince groaned as he buried his face even more into your neck whilst tightening his hold on you.

"Have you already missed me so, my prince?"

It was ticklish having Aemond nose at your neck while squeezing your hips. You heart leapt at the tenderness of the moment you were sharing with your dear husband. It didn't last long though because soon his large hand moved to cup the flesh of your breast.

"Aemond! Behave yourself!"

The prince received a playful swat in the arm at his stunt, but he could only put on a sheepish smile. You rolled your eyes at him before leaning up to place a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Believe yourself fortunate to be the owner of my heart for that is the only reason I tolerate such public displays of affection."

"Hmm... is my little wife getting riled up? You mustn't forget I am an heir to the Iron Throne. Shall I put you in your place with a spanking?"

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The prince's thrusts slowed in pace as you recovered from your orgasm. You were so sensitive these days and though Aemond wondered why, the thought didn't linger long because he was ramming into you hard again.

"A-Aemond! Fuck.... I-I can't!"

"You can. I'll have you as many times I deem you can take."

You could only scream into the sheets as your husband's balls slapped against your little clit. He was absolutely ravenous. Aemond knew your body more than you did, having spent much of your married life committing to memory every little thing about you.

“Give me one more, Y/N. You want me to fill you up, don’t you? I want to see this cunt full and leaking for me.”

His hand came down to smack one cheek and you cried even louder as he repeated the action to the other. Both hands then moved to spread you open before gazing down at the sight of your pussy drenching his cock.

You rocked back into Aemond to meet his thrusts as you felt both your releases approaching. The prince took ahold of your hair, pulling you up on your knees while he sat on his heels.

As Aemond breathed against your neck, his hand found your puffy clit. Your hand reached behind you, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer.

“Ao issi ñuhon…”

You came hard around your husband, thighs trembling as you fought not to collapse on the bed as he held you to him. Warmth spread inside you as Aemond finished, grunting as he emptied himself.

He gently laid you down on your back as he pulled out. Staring at you intently, his sapphire eye glimmered in the light. The prince couldn’t resist kissing you sweetly as you caught your breath.

“Mmm… come lay with me, dear husband.”

You weakly patted the space beside you, wanting to be in Aemond’s arms. He made no move to lay with you, instead grabbed your hand to move it to his lips. The prince kissed your knuckles before opening your palm to lay it against the scarred side of his face.

“I hate to leave you so soon, but my mother had asked me to complete her a task. I am to be on dragonback already so as to be on time.”

Your frown made him sigh. The temptation to ignore his responsibility and stay with you in bed was great, but he knew that the sooner he got this done, the sooner he could be back in your warm embrace.

“I promise to be back tonight, my love.”

“Hmm… I’ll be here waiting, my prince.”

After cleaning the mess he made of you with a washcloth, Aemond dressed and left a kiss to your forehead, mumbling his goodbye as you dozed off.

You awoke a couple hours later and was now with Princess Helaena and the twins, having one on your lap while the other played by their mother's feet. The princess was finishing her embroidery while you babbled away to the small child.

"Might we go for a walk before supper, your Grace?"

The princess nodded and the two of you made it out of her chambers. You walked together in comfortable silence. You always had a close bond with the princess so you knew she preferred to wonder at the plants and creepy crawlies rather than converse, but your company was always appreciated.

As you rounded a corner, you suddenly felt dizzy, a lightheadedness slowing your steps to a halt. You blinked a couple times but then your knees started to feel weak.

"Helaena... I-"

Before you could finish your sentence, you were falling to the ground. The princess rushed to your unconscious body, yelling at the guards to call for help.

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Aemond had never ran so fast in his entire life. When he came back to King's Landing on Vhagar, a servant informed him of you fainting in the gardens. He rushed to you, long silver hair being swept back at the speed he ran to get to you.

The maester startled at the abrupt opening of the door to your chambers. Aemond made it to your side in no time, bringing your hand in his. You were still passed out and his sister laid a comforting hand on his shoulder as Aemond's thoughts ran a mile a minute.

He stared at you in worry, the rise and fall of your chest providing him little comfort. Helaena, on the other hand, had a small smile gracing her features. "The seed of the dragon has taken, and it will only grow in strength and power..." she mumbled to herself.

"There is no reason for worry, your Grace. Your wife is with child. The dizziness which is the cause for her fainting is common during this stage of pregnancy. Thankfully, she had not hurt herself when she fell. Your lady wife should be awake in a few."

Aemond honestly did not register anything after the maester said your were pregnant. Everything else became white noise as he became hyper-focused on you.

You were carrying his child. He was at a loss for words. So many emotions ran through him, but his exhilaration brought tears to his eye. He was going to be a father, and you a mother. He put his other hand across your stomach to caress it gently, smiling wide.

The princess dismissed the maester but not before thanking him. As the door shut behind the old man, the princess turned to her brother once again.

"Congratulations, my brother. I am happy for you Aemond. I don't doubt Y/N and you would make fine parents."

Helaena patted her brother on the back, and Aemond smiled at her as way of silently thanking his sister. The princess then left to give you two some privacy.

Your eyes fluttered open a few moments later. Still in a daze, you were greeted by your husband's soft touch and big smile. You moved to sit up and Aemond helped you lean back.

"What happened?"

"You had fainted, my dear, but do not fret. Nothing is wrong. In fact, everything is perfect."

You raised your eyebrows at that and Aemond's smile reached his eyes with how filled with delight he was in this very moment. His heart felt it were to burst. The prince had been waiting for this moment. To start a family with the woman he loves so deeply.

"You are with child, Y/N. The maesters said fainting is normal around this time in your pregnancy."

"What? I- Oh Aemond!"

You wrapped your hand around his neck while his around your waist. Laughter filled the room at the good news. When you pulled away, tears brimmed both you and your husband's eyes.

"I love you, Y/N. You have made me the happiest man by carrying my child."

The prince moved to lay his head on your stomach. "And I love you as well, our little dragon. Your mother and I can't wait to have you in our arms."

You bent to kiss Aemond's head. Feeling overwhelmed with emotions at the sight. You held each other in silence, a light and happy feeling floating about the room.

"That would explain all the changes then. Soon our child will grow bigger inside you, my dear Y/N, and you along with it. I can only wait in awe at how beautiful your body will become to house our little bundle of joy."

You kissed Aemond in response and he kept a hand caressing your stomach while the other wiped at your tears. Both of you were overjoyed and looked forward to the months to come before you welcomed your little dragon.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond x reader #aemond smut #aemond x you #aemond targaryen fluff #hotd imagine

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thebadboyfanclub · 11 months

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I Want My Life Back (Aemond x Reader)

As you guys have realised I adore writing morally gray moments and subtle scenes of endearment between the reader and the character so I hope you like it as well

Rhaenyra was furious, she had lost so much so fast, gave birth to a stillborn, her father was dead, Aegon was crowned king by Alicents command and now her daughter was nowhere to be found, what could she have done when Otto came to Dragonstone with “civil conditions” in order to negotiate but to also announce that her beloved daughter, her precious (y/n) was in Harrenhal with prince Aemond.

“You killed my daughter and now you dare to kidnap my dearest (y/n)?!”

“Nobody took your daughter princess, Aemond and (y/n) eloped”

“You expect me to believe that? My (y/n) would never do this”

“She is her mother's daughter, as you were forbidden by your father to marry Daemon she was also kept away from Aemond, no blood need be spilled, your daughter can create new lineage for the Targaryens, let us unite in harmony again”

“By harmony you mean we bow down to the drunkard bitch that you call king? (Y/n) is probably in some dungeon begging for mercy and you dare to indicate she went willingly? Let me make something clear to you Otto, if I need to kill someone, best believe I am going for Aemond first”

Daemon threatened in a hissed tone while he stood next to Rhaenyra, her hands formed fists from anger and agony, (y/n) was her only daughter, little raven-haired beauty with eyes at the color of the wooden tree she liked to rest under on the summer days in their garden, this was a calculated move from Aemond so Rhaenyras hand will be forced into violence… and he had succeeded.

“My daughter is not a broodmare, she is a princess, I will not allow you to force into squeezing Aemonds children just so you can have leverage over me. We are done here”

There was no way for Rhaenyra to predict this, she scattered her brain that night unable to sleep for glimpses of intimacy between Aemond and (y/n), (y/n) was a sweet girl and Aemond was a brooding prude that blamed his shortcomings on her sons, there was no way (y/n) could have fallen for him.

But (y/n) did, Rhaenyra might not remember though Rhaenyra was unable to see their hands intertwining under the table or how (y/n) looked at Aemond while at the training grounds, nor was she aware of the raven scrolls that were exchanged between them all these years, (y/n) was apprised of the consequences of her actions, she expected her mother to be livid, demanding her to come back home, she predicted everything apart of her grandsires death and the greens scheming.

“We must go back, my mother will listen to me, we can explain”

“My dear I always found your naive nature adorable besides this moment, Rhaenyra will ask for my head the moment she glances upon us”

“Then I shall go alone, Aemond your brother usurped her, if we declare for her perhaps Alicent will soften and bend the knee”

“That cannot happen, it is too dangerous, Daemon will throw me in the cells of dragonstone, is that what you want? To be kept away from me?”

Aemond reached for his lover's hands and brought them up to let them rest on his chest while he gawked deeply into her eyes with a pleasing look, the raven that was sent to them by Aemonds grandsire Otto should have been burned, foolishly he let her know of the events from Kings Landing, (y/n) was overcome by grief for Viserys even though it was Aemonds father.

Aemond was worried for the future with his intentions, not for kings or queens, they could kill each other for all he cared, in fact, what a bright idea would it be to see his lovely (y/n) wearing a crown while she stood by his side? A child or two next to them, the picture was rudely ripped from his imagination by (y/n) who paced around the room like a mad woman, whispering plans to go back, Aemond would rather eat dragon glass than see Rhaenyras face right now.

“No, of course not, Aemond, she is my mother”

“And my sister, my brother, my own mother, still I stand here by your side I do not whine and beg to run back to her”

“Whine? Is that what you think? That I’m simply homesick?”

“Truth be told I do not know what to think of you anymore”

“they need us”

“I need you, me! The one that came to your chambers and promised you a future as bright as the sun and children as many as the stars above, our families kept us from one another for so long I will not let them do it again”

Aemonds voice boomed through the room, (y/n) was left as still as a grain of salt, stiff as she lowered her gaze to the ground before she looked back up to him, fear and sadness written all over he faces, Aemonds deep breaths were the only thing you could hear at the same time that (y/n) was left with countless things to say, strangely she had seemed to lose her voice, no, he had taken it from her.

“I love you, Aemond, I love my family too”

“I am your new family and you better get that through your thick skull”

“You promised me that we would be happy”

“We will, once you give up those foolish ideas of going home”

“Aemond no, please”

She tried to run after him, instinctively she was sure of what was to come alas she was not fast enough, the door shut before her eyes and the sound of keys twisting was heard as she slid down the door to the ground.

Aemond stood on the other side, listening to her whimpering and (y/n) calling for him whilst she banged on the door in desperation, every fiber of his being was screaming to open the door, hug her, kiss her, give her everything her heart wishes, thought the fear of their families intervening and twisting their fate around until there was nothing left kept him from doing what his heart truly wanted.

“Please, I have never asked for much, keep her from hating me, in the Mother's name I pray”

Aemond had earned his piousness from his mother, the fear of the seven often sneaked into his consciousness making him beg for forgiveness for seeking the companion of (y/n) in a manner that was unbefitting his station, now he was left in his own devices to navigate his relationship and properly stir it to the safest route.

“Aemond, please, let me out”

Her voice cracked as her bangs on the door were becoming smaller, slowly giving up at the attempt to change his mind.

Aemond was the only man (y/n) ever wanted, she adored her mother as deep as bones so to run away with Aemond meant a lot, on the contrary (y/n) wanted to stand by her mothers' side, why must she choose between love and family?

Minutes passed, minutes turned to hours and (y/n) stayed on the cold floor while the sun said its goodbyes and was replaced by the moon, a serene night, sounds of nature filled her ears that usually calmed her, the wind passing through the leaves was melodic yet (y/n) felt like an empty shell of a person, weak from crying she dragged herself to her bed, she did not even try to take her clothes off, she just laid there, waiting for the sweet feeling of sleep to take her away, take her to her mother.

It was a pointless task, (y/n) could not just sleep like nothing has happened, besides, the bed was too cold for her liking, it was their second night away from home and they were spending it away since Aemond decided to lock her away like a child in punishment, safe to say that it wasn’t unraveling the way (y/n) had pictured it.

While (y/n) was dwelling over the bad turn of events a shuffling of keys in the lock forced her to raise from the bed and turn her attention towards the wooden door.

“(Y/n)?”

Aemonds voice was as light as a feather as he walked into the room, the candles snarfed out hours ago meant the only source of light came from outside which wasn’t that helpful, still as the moonlight laminated in the room Aemonds silver hair alerted her.

“You are being cruel”

“You mean everything to me”

“I want my life back”

“You chose to come with me”

“Not as your prisoner”

“Can you promise me that if I set you free you won’t try to run away?”

Silence, utter silence took over as (y/n) bit her bottom lip, Aemond waited patiently before a smirk appeared on his lips.

“I thought so”

“I still need you, intensely at that, my love for you is deeper than this, I just- do you understand why I am resisting?”

“I do, do you understand why I want us to stay away”

“Yes”

“Then what do you suggest?”

“Lay with me”

Her voice was meek and hoarse from crying almost until this moment until the tears dried up and the gagging from the sore throat became insufferable, her eyes swollen and red, Aemond hated seeing her like this, he wanted to claw himself and rip his skin to pieces for putting her through such emotional suffering.

He complied by taking off his jacket, then shoes and pants, slowly to not startle her he crawled into bed with her, his arms snaked around her and his one hand found her thick strands of hair while the other ran circles on her back, (y/n) took a deep inhale at the contact, his touch always had a strong influence over her, Aemond was (y/n)s milk of the poppy, addictive, sweet and numbing to point of delusions, a faint smile appeared from (y/n) as she nuzzled closer to him, her hands clung on to him for dear life.

Aemond was her prison, he held the keys to her freedom yet she wanted to stay, to love him, some would call it the stupidity of a young girl, the poets would say that the love had poisoned her blood and (y/n) was letting the snake bite her because of how sweet the kiss was.

“I will always be here for you”

“I know, I just wish things had been different”

“They will be”

“You don’t know that”

“I will do my best”

“That is still not good enough, I am sorry but it’s not, Aemond we could-“

“I will not breathe more life into the matters of our families, the people that kept us apart if you recall, I just want to enjoy your presence for one night”

(Y/n) only puffed out a breath of frustration, she hated to admit that he was right, going over it again and again would not sway him to her side of things whatsoever, if anything it angered Aemond to a bigger extent and that would make things worst for (y/n).

“Hopefully one day we can look back on this time period and laugh, your hair will be great and our grandchildren will run around us”

“That sounds like a wonderful future dearest”

“Do you think we can make it?”

“I don’t know”

He was honest as he stroked her head and she inhaled sharper to take in his scent, a scent that soothed her, a scent that reminded her of a time that they sneaked around the castle at the hour of the wolf in Aegons chambers while he was already out of the gates doing Gods know what.

“What I do know is that I will not stop until I create a haven, for you, and for our new family”

“Until we can open our gates to our families”

Aemond chose to bite back his tongue, it irritated him that she always found a way to bring them up, Aemond was certain that this rivalry for the throne would end in a bloodbath for both sides, nobody could tell with certainty that Rhaenyra or all the others would survive.

Of course, it left him anxious as well, his lovely sister, Heleana, his adoring mother, Alicent, his sweet brother, Daeron, and even the agitating Aegon who had his moments, he had to give it to him that Aegon was the only one that helped him keep his affair with (y/n) under wraps.

“We should rest, an important morrow awaits us”

“Will you help me pick out a dress?”

“I have already arranged a dress for you, did you think I was going to let my bewitching bride wear a simple gown?”

Requests are open!

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kitkatscabinet · 1 year

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I NEED more of the aegon x older sister AU!

Like what if Otto tried to send reader on a betrothal tour like Rhaenyra did? Or what if at a Tourney another knight asked for readers favor? Otto would be doing everything he possibly can to contain Aegon lol

Would Aegon still become the type of person he was in the show/books? Or would he try and become the best version of himself to impress reader?

What if, to try and separate Aegon and reader, Viserys sent reader to live with Daemon in Essos? Or sent to ward somewhere else? I bet once Aemond had Vhagar Otto would try to use him to keep Aegon from flying to reader.

This somehow took a wholesome turn???

The beautiful unwed Targaryen princess??? you best believe noblemen and knights alike are lining up and down the block just to get a glimpse. Yours is always the first favour to be asked for. I'd imagine there would be people willing to move down in the lists for the opportunity to get to you first.

Aegon goes fucking feral every single time and it's getting harder and harder to keep him on a leash. He is practically sitting on top of you at this point. No matter how hard Otto or Viserys try Aegon will never accept any seat other than the one next to yours. Fingers entwined with yours, head resting on your shoulder- breathing in the oils you'd been bathed in.

He has no shame, the moment you sit back down after offering a favour or even speaking to another man he's either pulling you back down into his lap, or leaning in to place kisses against your face, neck, hands anything he can reach. All the while glaring murder at whoever had the audacity to even look at you.

Gods forbid Otto ships you off to be a ward somewhere or even worse on a tour like Rhaenyra's. He's been plied up with wine so he doesn't notice your departure until you have long since been shipped off.

It's a miracle that King's Landing doesn't burn that day.

Aegon's screams echo through the keep and anything that he can get his hands on is destroyed. rip Otto's belongings.

In the dragon pit Sunfyre is having his own fit. He eats three people and burns a lot more and for once your dragon isn't interested in stopping him.

The second he figures out where you are he is making a break for the dragon pit and it takes a surprising amount of the King's guard to prevent it. He has to be locked in his own chambers which amounts to days of screaming and a completely trashed room.

Luckily Aemond is all too happy to offer his assistance. He’s grown up seeing how you are with Aegon and even to a lesser extent him and Helaena and he thinks it normal. So he’s also quite upset big sis got sent away.

The arrival of Vhagar at whatever poor Lord's keep you've found yourself in is enough to deter many of the more cowardly lords. Aemond is also smart enough to play up his time with you and is content to sit in your lap like a baby instead of the 13-year-old he is.

Being the dutiful princess you are, you finish the tour. Though it quickly becomes more of a strained formality as Aemond has become your personal glaring necklace and Vhagar looms threateningly.

As for the kind of person Aegon is. You would never allow your beloved baby brother to fall into the pit he has in the show. You keep him away from wine and ale, he is not even allowed to drink a few glasses until he is past 16.

He has no desire to indulge in whores, that just means more time spent away from you after all. But I do imagine him getting frustrated/wanting to know how to bets please you and as such will pay a few visits to the streets of silk. He'll never finish inside any of them though. You are the only person that will ever bear his children.

With your constant stream of adoration and reassurance he is nowhere near as bad mentally as he is in the books/show.

You are just as scary as Aegon and the first time you catch Alicent yelling or laying hands on him he is still young and after you threaten grievous harm to her person she will never do such again.

You also aren't above whispering into your father's ears. Turning him and your younger siblings against Alicent and Otto. It takes you a while but you get Otto sacked and by some miracle you get Corlys to replace him.

Your close relationship with your younger siblings has given Rhaenyra a lot of forced exposure to them too. And though she is concerned about Aegon's possessiveness she understands how he feels.

She comes to adore Helaena and Jace being the sweet boy he is does too. so that's two pairs of children enamoured with each other and I think this is when Alicent starts to break free from Otto's brainwashing.

Everyone always hcs Aemond and Daemon as becoming close in these kinds of aus but I'm gonna say it. Aemond and Rhaenyra are a top tier pair. He loves his mother, but her love has still always been somewhat conditional and now he has this mother figure that simply loves him for being him and he can't get enough of it.

Rhaenyra and Alicent reconnect thanks to your machinations and now Aemond's like sweet, two mums!

But now there's just this whole clan of overly freakish possessive Targaryen's that you have accidentally allowed to reign free. Daemon comes back and is pissed, this is kind of all he's ever wanted and his family has just done it without him???

don't usually tag on these kinds of posts but cause this is so long:

@etherily @psychwardsiren @mihrimahsultan03 @bbyaemond @krispold @hyperfixated-freak @eudximoniakr @deadstarkblacksoul @thelittleswanao3

#aegon x older sister #aegon targaryen ii x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd #aegon targaryen ii #aegon targaryen ii hcs

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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WHAT HAPPENS IF DAEMON TAKES HIS BASTARD WITH HIM ONE NIGHT? As if he entered the red keep during the night and took Alicent's precious little son (and his too), the boy adores his uncle daemon so he obviously goes with him

When Alicent goes to see her favorite son in the morning, she finds an empty bed and a note that says "I'm going away with Uncle Daemon for a few days, I love you, Mom"

alicent, otto, viserys and criston are very angry, aegon and aemond are definitely angry at daemon and are not above going to get their brother back by force (just like the others)

IMAGINE THAT THE CHILD COMES BACK WITH SOME SCARS OR BRISES, EVERYTHING DISHAIRED AND HIS CLOTHES DIRTY BUT WITH A BIG SMILE, behind comes Daemon, proud to spend time with his son

This is so chaotic omg 👀

Daemon casually enters his son/nephew's room and takes him out and visits King's Landing like he was never allowed to do.

Our dear Prince!Reader decides to leave a note for his mother, knowing that she always comes to visit him every morning. So far so good.

Until the next morning comes and all hell breaks loose.

Alicent, as usual, knocks on her son's bedroom door and enters only to find the room empty. She panics, because it wasn't her precious son's habit to leave without telling her. She searches the room and finds the note he left for her.

She almost throws a tantrum right there. Not her son's but Daemon's. The angry screams and curses she hurled at Daemon could be heard throughout the Red Keep.

Alarmed, Criston and Aemond go to check on Alicent and find her lying in Prince!Reader's bed, which was empty. Criston was angered to find out about your whereabouts and watched as an angry Aemond tried to comfort his mother.

It took Aegon a while to notice what was happening, but after a few lectures from Otto, he quickly composed himself and became upset with everything that was happening.

If you wanted to leave, why didn't you let him take you? No one knew the best way to have fun in King's Landing than he did.

Aegon was more jealous than angry.

If Daemon doesn't bring Prince!Reader back safe and sound, heads would roll. Even Viserys was upset (assuming he's alive in that case). The poor man doesn't have a day of peace, he is trying to ensure that everything would be okay for his wife and his other children while trying to fight the urge to kill his own brother.

Aegon and Aemond will have no problem flying over King's Landing with Sunfyre and Vhagar to find their brother.

While all the chaos erupts, Prince!Reader and Daemon have fun and make the most of the city, which for Daemon is a father and son moment, for the Reader it is a fun moment between uncle and nephew.

By the Seven, if he came back full of scars, with disheveled hair and dirty clothes... Daemon will have a lot of problems. Not only with Alicent and Viserys, but also with Rhaenyra and even Corlys and Rhaenys.

Not even Prince!Reader's smile could save Daemon.

~ Lady L

#ask #a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #concept #yandere concept #asoiaf #yandere daemon targaryen #yandere alicent hightower #yandere aegon ii targaryen #yandere aemond targaryen

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rhystheceo · 5 months

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Checking the characters' thoughts in the new state of the realm update and OH BOY

Elwin considered Jill the daughter he never had;

Anabella pretty much always hated Clive and Jill but truly loved Joshua;

Anabella mentions Olivier's noble lineage, but makes no mention of feelings towards her youngest son, which...

... might connect to Joshua's thoughts on Olivier, in which he asks himself if his mother loved his half-brother as she did him;

Joshua wishes for Jote to be free and wonders if she likes her new home (hideaway);

Joshua adores Jill;

Joshua will meet Ultima in the pit should he try to touch his brother;

Joshua considers Gav an old friend as soon as they meet and considers Charon to be a kind lady;

Jote thinks Jill has a kind heart;

Otto was the one to make Jote feel at ease in the Hideaway;

Jote only forgives Dion over the destruction of the Dominion because Joshua decided to;

Jote doesn't feel comfortable around dogs;

Jill calls Anabella a thief of happiness;

She also mentions that Elwin had always been kind to her;

Jill says Clive and Gav are close as brothers;

(On a lighter note) Ambrosia is confused over Joshua being a bird as well lmao

Ambrosia is glad Torgal grew up cos now she doesn't have to worry about stepping on him anymore;

She mentions bby!Jill thinks she's pretty and later thinks adult!Jill is very pretty herself;

Comments on Joshua returning 'bigger' than when she last saw him too lmao;

Torgal has no understanding of death, as he mentions Hanna was sent underground, and Cid fell asleep 😭

I have yet to read more but /YELLS

#ffxvi #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16 #joshua rosfield #ffxvi jote #jill warrick

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facetsofthecloset · 2 months

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Top 5 non-protagonist discworld characters?

Otto Chriek x5

Lol but seriously:

1. Otto: I love vampires and dorks and he’s a vampire dork but also so so smart and clever and trying so hard!! He’s such a good guy!!! And he works for it!!! That conversation he has with Vimes in Thud! about how he presents himself as silly and harmless so people won’t be afraid of him! Ahhh 😭🖤 Even when he’s mentioned in passing I always go from 🙂 to 😍🥰 immediately lol

2. Drumknott: the pencil stealing war between him and Moist is adorable 😭 Hyper competent super nerd weirdo I love him. He shows up at the end of G!G! (Iirc) like “I live here now” and everyone including Vetinari is like “yes you do” and he’s there to the end. Good old Drumknott

3. Salzella (from Maskerade): evil. But fuck he was hilarious, the dry sarcasm was right up my alley. I love that bit when they’re talking about how Dr. Undershaft was killed that’s like “something something he was hung” “Hanged. Dead meat is hung, people are hanged.” And Salzella goes “Ah yes? Then he was strangled to death, and then he was hung.” And Mr. Bucket is like “…you have issues :/“ AND IT’S TRUE BUT HE’S FUNNY OK

Aurgh this is hard bc I’m also kinda trying to avoid picking common fan favorites even if they’re technically not protagonists or like borderline not protagonists (like Adora, Ridcully, Cherri, Angua etc) (even though Otto kinda could be said to be protagonist-adjacent by this definition lol) ummm

4. Pin & Tulip: a two-for-one because more than either of them on their own I love their dynamic. Definitely high up there on my best Discworld villains. They contrast and complement each other well.

Also super fun to voice! I’ve recorded a few Discworld books for fun and to force my friend to get into them (lol), and I had a blast doing the voices for these two. Mr. Pin losing it is a super fun character to play ahhh

5. Mr. Bent: he is fascinating. Another one that’s fun to voice. And one of the best twists of any story ever of all time 🤡 I hope he’s very happy with Miss Drapes, or as I head canon her post marriage, Mrs. Bent-Drapes. (This is something I thought of when writing a ficlet of Moist and Adora’s wedding (shameless ao3 plug) as a dumb throwaway joke but now it’s kinda cemented in my brain lol)

#thanks for the ask!#this was fun to think about #fuck I shoulda gone to bed an hour ago but I wanted to do this lol #discworld #my top reread Discworld books have got to be making money unseen academicals the truth and maskerade

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misguidedasgardian · 1 year

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The Winter Sun (5)

5. Compromises

MASTERLIST

Summary: A battle wasn’t the war

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoif customs, arranged marriage , AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), a little angst, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 2,4k

Notes: Cregan is scared of the reader and how much he is willing to renounce, and she won’t tell him why! jezzzz

“Lord Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, the King is most please to propose a marriage alliance between yourself, and his adoring niece, princess (Y/N) Targaryen”, he read, “it’s time to join our houses”, Aemond growled like a wounded animal and crumpled the letter under his fist and threw it to the fire.

“Those cunts want to take her from me”, he mumbled under his breath, his one eye set in the flames as the letter disappeared.

You had gone missing since yesterday evening, and he was waiting outside the small council meeting and he intercepted the letter.

He was fuming, fire burning through his veins. He took a long hitched breath, trying to contain his ire, if he saw his mother or anyone else right now he would grab them by the neck and he didn’t think he was going to let go before he saw the light disappear from their eyes.

You were his.

How dare they intervene with what was his? with his destiny.

He took the cup of dragonfire wine and draw it to his lips taking a long sip

Where the fuck where you?

If you were actually in that godforsaken place you call home he was going to go there, take you, make you his, he wouldn’t let go of you until you were swollen with his children, and then only then, he would take you to King’s Landing and marry you in front of Gods and Men, everyone was going to be there to see you were his and only his.

Fuck his mother

“Wait until you are betrothed, he is scared of you Aemond…”, two fucking years she made him wait and still, she batrayed him

This would not stay like this

“Aemond can’t know about this”, Alicent said, turning from the window with a hand over her mouth. She was truly scared of her own son, “he wil… I don’t even know what he is capable off”

“She ran off, it is not our fault”, Otto said, “the princess escaped on her own”. Steffon himself had told them about your whereabouts under your command. Once the morning struck, he would tell them you went North to Cregan Stark

“She went North”, she cried, “to offer herself to Cregan Stark like some… common whore”

“That common whore will win us the North”, he said, calmly

“Is she? to us?”, she said then, “she only thinks of herself”

“To the family that raised her? yes”, he said, certain of his words

“I told you we should have betrothed her to Aemond”, she said firmly, “and you didn’t listen, and now…”

“That wouldn’t have changed her mind, that girl had always been disassociated, and selfish”. Alicent curled her lips in a disgusted manner, her eyes big and scared.

“Aemond…”

“Will fall in line”, he assured her. “she is with the Starks now, we only need to receive the answer to the letter”

Cregan was hidden away in his office, late at night, he rubbed his forehead with his fingers looking for clarity. He was tempted to grab a cup of Ale, but resist the urge to, he needed mental clarity.

He had accepted the Princess’ hand in marriage

he felt pressured by her beautiful eyes filled with hope and fear of rejection, he had let himself be weak, again.

He had made a decision, two years ago, to never marry and let the leadership of Winterfell and the North fall into his youngest uncle’s line, his cousin. And he was going to marry someone else. He was going to marry his third wife. He had thirty name days, and he was about to marry his third wife.

That poor girl was probably going to die horribly in his arms…

He was cursed

And he was weak for letting it happen again

He sighed deeply looking at the flames of the fireplace in his room

Arra, Alyssane, and now this princess

Arra would be happy for him, she was so good, and kind… she would have wanted him to be happy, to have a family. He missed her so much, her light, her laugh… his childhood friend…

Alyssane on the other side… would have eaten that poor girl alive.

He shook his head

He couldn’t compare, he couldn't let himself compare them, he had barely thought about Arra or Alyssane in the last two years. And she wasn’t like anything he had seen or met before.

She was different

The exception to the rule, so unique and yet… what she needed out of this world was some basic things…

Love

Protection

Care

Loyalty

He could give her all those things… Winterfell… the whole North, could be able to give her all of those things…

But, was she willing to gain them? She was going to have to.

Was she going to survive the North? How was she fairing right now? lodged in one of the guest rooms under his roof, it was a cold night, Winter was coming. Was she cold? was she alright?

He raised from his seat and exited his private chambers, he roamed the hallways towards her assigned bedroom, and before he could reach said hallway, he ran into his sister.

He often wonders if she did it on purpose, if she knew he was coming.

His sister was a Greenseer, able to dreams things about to come true, and other abilities that were beyond his comprehension

“Our guest is tucked in and sleeping”, she announced, “poor thing was exhausted”

“Is she alright?”, he asked

“She was a little cold, give her extra furs, I made sure the servants will keep her fire going all night, she is going to be alright”

Cregan barely nodded

“Were you looking for her? Did you want to see her?”, she asked raising one of her dark brown eyebrows

“Don’t put ideas in your head, I just wanted to make sure she was comfortable”

“She seems so, way much that other southern lords we had lodged in this rooms”, she said enthusiastically

“Good”, he said, and turned around ready to return to the solitude of his rooms

“Wait!”, she asked, trying to catch up to his long steps

“What?”

“you accepted to marry her!”, she muttered, “how about that?”

“it was a failure in my judgment”

“You won’t regret it!”, she said hastily

“She doesn’t know what she is getting into”

“I know they call you the lone wolf, but you aren’t one, you know? you are a very human man, with very human needs”

“I’m aware!”, he growled

“And she is a young girl, who also has very human needs!”, she pointed out

“I’m also aware of that!”, he loved his sister with all his heart but for the old gods if she didn’t sometimes was “too much”. “I’m just saying!”, she said, amused, “you could scratch each other's itch!”

“Or this time I’m going to lose a wife to frostbite, or pneumonia!”, he said bitterly

“She is a fucking dragon, is she is cold she could set the whole of the Wolf’s woods aflame!”, she mocked

“I don’t know if I will be able to give her everything she needs”, he admitted

“You will”, she assured him, “I will too, the people here, will take to her”, she assured him

“I really hope you are right”

The very next day, Cregan had you seated in front of him.

You had break your fast in your room, nice servant girls brought you bread, cheeses and jams, and dark ale, and then Cregan had summoned you.

He stood there in front of you, dressed in gray furs, he stood tall and broad, his gaze freezing cold.

“I accepted the King’s proposal of us marrying”, he said firmly, “We have to send word of my acceptance, and the official state of our betrothal”, he said. You nodded

“I was aware that a letter was going to be send by the council, I don’t know why it haven’t arrived yet”, you said, intimidate by the gruff man in front of you

“Do you know any of the terms of this betrothal?”, he asked then

“Well, I know there is a dowry to be conceded to you upon our marriage, you see, I own a state near Runestone in the Vale”, he smiled gently

“I don’t care about those things”, he said, you nodded, “would you like to travel to King’s Landing to deliver the terms of our union yourself?”, and you turned pale.

You had fled the capital so fast you barely had anything on your person, any of your personal items, it was embarrassing, you didn’t have your clothes, your things… but you would left them anyways, you didn’t want to go back

But how could you tell him? that you were scared of one man, that when he learned of your betrothal he was not going to take it lightly

He had been tame this past years, Aemond, but you knew he was containing himself

When he learns you were betrothed… who knew what he was capable of?

“I think the crown would benefit from a quickly alliance”, you said vaguely

“You don’t want to return to King’s Landing”, he said, and you shook your head, he only nodded. And you were relieved he didn’t ask any questions about your refusal. “We will send word of my approval of this union”, he assured you, sitting in front of you on his big table, who served the purpose of a desk. The maester, who was standing in the corner facilitated him the elements to write a small missive

“I, Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, accept the King’s proposal of a marriage pact between princess (Y/N) Targaryen and I”, he wrote hastily. Then he put it aside and looked at you.

“Leave us”, he demanded and the Mester taking the letter he left the room. You thought fleetingly it was improper to be in a room alone with him, but then you didn't care any longer

“You will become Lady of Winterfell”, he said firmly

“Yes, I’m aware”

“You will live here, in Winterfell, with me”, he said gently

“I know”, you said, looking up

“North, far from everything you ever knew”, you nodded, and he sighed loudly, you looked up to him with big eyes.

“I know my lord”, you said gently but surely

Yes you were willing to leave everything behind, with only the hope to be better than you knew, than you had, to forge your own destiny, no matter how far.

“I follow the Old Gods, we don’t follow the seven in the North”, he said as a warning.

“Sara has told me”, you said slowly, “and if it pleases you, I would like to take to the old gods”, this surprised him greatly, “the seven had never done anything for me, so maybe, the old gods will accept me”, you said with a shy smile

You were willing to change to his gods, and that made Cregan tremble

Your determination was something to admire.

It was rather determination or dissociation of your former home.

He looked at you and he saw you so determined, so decisive, was it foolish of you?

Did he know the things he had done?

He had killed his own uncle, his own cousins, he had taken his seat, or rather, he had kept his seat dirting his hands with blood of his own kin. His wifes had died, he was no saint.

Yet, there you stood. Looking back at him with determination in your Valyrian eyes

“I will ask my things to be brought here”, you sentenced

“Very well”, he said, and he wanted to speak, he wanted to warn you, he wanted to persuade you to refuse this union.

The letter from King’s landing hasn't arrived yet and he doubt it will ever do it

He wanted something, someone, to save you, him, from this, but no…

Nothing ever did

You were here, flied half the country to present yourself to him

How could he ever refuse this?

You were here, you weren’t going anywhere.

The best he could do now was taking care of you, as best as he could.

He was going to be your refuge, and you, you were going to be his shield to politics and wandering eyes and bothering questions.

You smiled gently, and in your belly, you felt a sensation similar to when you flew in a dragon for the first time, your father had made Vhaelar turn in the air and your belly did somersaults inside you.

You felt vertigo.

But you only have to hold up tight and endure it

The North, cold rough, Cregan Stark…

Or Aemond Targaryen, Aegon, Alicent, Otto… King’s Landing, fear, family feuds, fights…

For you it was clear.

The letter of Cregan Stark, stating your presence in the court of Winterfell and his acceptance to your betrothal and wedding as soon as possible arrived in King’s Landing two days later.

By the council it was a relief, when Alicent went to King Viserys and let him know you were in the North with your betrothed he was happy, for the twenty seconds he could remember the information.

Your belongings started to get ready to travel for two months on their way to your new home.

For the court, you were never going to come back. And if it was up to you, you certainly weren’t

Everything seemed fine, well except for…

“I’m a prince of the crown, son of the King!”

“Aemond”

“And a savage, from that moodpit in the end of the world, is in a better position than me to betrothe my cousin?”, he bit off, “a royal princess?”

“It was best for everyone”, said Otto, “Boros Baratheon has four daughter, an alliance with him is of most importance”, he muttered

“I don’t give a fuck about a Baratheon cunt!, we need to keep the valyrian blood pure, not pollute it with…”

“Watch your tongue boy, don’t be a fool!”, warned his grandfather, “an alliance by marriage to the North is something that has never been accomplished before”

Aemond was fuming, all this says, you were hiding up North, with those paan savages, you weren’t in your home, where he sent word to, no, you were out of his grasp

For now

He thought bitterly.

“Her wedding is to be celebrated in a week, I advise you to keep yourself out of it”

“Who is going to be her in the ceremony, for her side?”, he asked bitterly

“Nobody, and don’t get any ideas”, Otto warned

“Just wondering”, he said back to him, amusement in his eye

“Aemond, don’t”, he warned. And he didn’t say anything.

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