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jaeedraszaerysz · 8 months
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JON SNOW ☆ DATING HCS
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SFW 💕💕
It would probably take him a while to trust you if you hadn't known him very long.
If you grew up with or close to the Starks he tried to befriend you before Robb did
He would always be scared that he would steal your heart away
You would spend hours mocking the men and women of the courts
When Robert Baratheon came to visit you both sat outside taking the piss out of all the Lords and ladies and any twat who dared speak low of either of you.
Tyrion Lannister defos assumed u were a couple and when you told him otherwise, he just shook his head.
Catelyn would probably despise you for being so close to him.
Ned would love you though, thanking the gods silently that the boy had someone by his side.
He would probably have kissed you before he left for the nights watch and spent his nights wondering whether leaving you was worth it all.
When you eventually found your way back to him it was rather chaotic.
You were probably interrogated by tormund on arrival
Atleast until Jon saw you, never forgetting your face.
You probably punched him square in the face and then proceeded to have a huge, westeros equivalent of Oscar worthy, makeput session infront of everyone.
Ghost, when not growling at random twats, would act like a second protector when Jon wasn't by your side.
Arya either loves you or hates you
Sansa is, just like her father was, happy Jon has someone.
Bran doesn't care. He's too busy wheeling around doing seven eyes Sparrow shit or whatever he called it.
You and Davos defos spend ages tryna talk some sense into him.
He always seems to be holding you in some way
Whether it be your arm, hand, waist. He would probably play with your hands or you hair often.
Is always bloody staring
Like never stops
His eyes are for you and only you
Takes. You. Everywhere.
Like no debates. He goes, you follow. Or vice versa.
He took you with him to meet with ramsay and if he made any comment whatsoever it was straight up a routine by now.
Death stare, holds onto you twelve times tighter, kills the offender within 24 hours.
Loves it when you fall asleep on him because he's happy you feel safe with him.
Head kisses.
Need I say more?
Everywhere anytime.
Head. Fucking. Kisses.
Walking past. Head kiss.
Sat next to him at dinner. Head kiss.
In an extremely serious situation requiring your full attention. Head kiss.
Dying. Head kiss.
It's like his fucking bread and butter.
When you first met daenerys it was bad vibes.
Like very bad.
No clue why she just doesn't sit right with you.
Either grows to love you or ends up hating you with a passion.
No in-between.
He dreams of having a normal life.
He would want three kids, two boys and girl so they could protect their sister.
Maybe another direwolf or four. One for each and one for you.
Can't sleep when you aren't next to him.
Teaches you to sword fight extremely early on in your relationship.
If you were ill or pregnant he would never leave your side.
Never ever ever never.
He's convinced that you could have a hundred children and you would still be the person he loves most in the world.
Would do anything for you.
Minors DNI below this line.
NSFW ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 (implied female reader)
Worships you like no one else
Touching you always.
Passes it off for his hand on your back but in reality he's secretly caressing your ass, or will have his arms under your cloak, passing it off as a hug, and will gently squeeze your boobs.
Neck kisses.
His favourite thing in the world.
Loves to leave marks on you wherever he can.
Has definitely kissed every inch of your body
Gives no fucks about scars or hair or anything of the sort.
Boobs.
Lives laughs loves your boobs.
Will lay with his face buried in them at any time.
Minor inconvenience? Someone was being a twat? He's tired?
Boob pillow.
Will eat you out for hours.
Insatiable.
You have any problems at all? Sit on his face.
If he's had a bad day he will legit just stuff his face between your thighs.
His fave place.
Says that if you suffocated him it would be an amazing way to go.
Probably prefers giving but he will never say no to receiving.
His dick is probs like 6-7 inches.
Takes tormunds advice very seriously.
Loves to see how many fingers you can take before he stuffs you.
Will go for as many rounds as you need.
Always a gentleman, making sure your comfortable and that your satisfied.
Cockwarming he loves.
Cuddles afterwards.
He will slide out of you and pull you onto on him, pulling the blankets up and wrapping his body around yours.
Calls you love but with his gorgeous deep voice.
Has a sexy asf morning voice.
He's so whipped for you he can't function somedays.
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fleurdeliet · 1 month
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I'm almost done with the first page.
Here are Jace and Aegon with their dragons. Love them.
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aedonys · 8 months
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Aegon meeting lucemond baby for the first time
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is it a boy? is it a girl? it's a targaryen!!
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cruciomee · 1 year
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My contribution to Team Green.
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dragonnwriter · 3 months
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Inviolable Bindings
Aemondxfem!OC and Aegonxfem!OC
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Chapter 34
Moving through the castle with slow and deliberate steps, Viserra hoped to avoid coming across any lingering guests from the dinner that had been interrupted moments before. Her mind was consumed with worry and she knew that empty conversation would be absolutely impossible at this point. After some time, she finally reached the long stairway leading to the Holdfast and realized she could hear someone just up ahead.
As she made her way there, she spotted Alicent under the archway with her head buried in her hands. She looked to the guards who did not seem to pay the woman any attention and wondered if she had lashed out at them in her despair.
Part of Viserra wished to avoid her but she knew there was no way to pass the woman without making her presence noticed. Approaching her cautiously, she waited for Alicent to acknowledge her first. When she finally raised her tear stained face, she saw both frustration and pain in her eyes.
“Aemond will not share what happened with Aegon, if you are attempting to obtain that information from him,” she spoke, giving away that she had most likely had tried this herself. “He is in a bad way.”
Viserra did not offer any words of comfort, simply holding her gaze as she conjured up the right words to say.
“I would not be so foolish to try,” she lied, already formulating a way to confront Aemond once she had the chance.
The air felt heavy from the events of the night, the unspoken thoughts between them remained unsaid, a place where no one dared to go. Viserra’s gaze followed Alicent as she decided she had endured quite enough in that moment, walking from her without uttering another word. As her figure disappeared into the darkness, the quiet night seemed to urge Viserra to continue on and she took a steadying breath before making her way back to Aemond’s rooms.
The doors creaked open as she pushed on the handles, a sudden wave of uncertainty sweeping over her. She felt herself shiver as soon as she realized no one occupied the room at the moment. He could not have left again, surely she would have seen him leave if he had headed back towards the front gates.
The unanswered questions nagged at her consciousness as she decided to search for him on her own. First, she would change out of her dress and into something more practical, don her weapons and head out before he found himself in more trouble.
Viserra reached her own unguarded doors in record time, entering within and shutting them quickly behind her. As she stepped inside, she realized that her chambers had not yet been prepared for the evening and the embers only dimly lit the walls of her room.
It wasn’t until she had entered a few paces when she realized the room was not as empty as it first seemed. Aemond sat on the settee, barely a silhouette in the dimness. The sight startled her and her hand had grabbed instinctually at the dagger on her hip. The flickering shadows seemed to play tricks on her own perception and in his stillness, he could have been mistaken for a statue. Viserra gathered her composure and approached the prince. The soft glow in the room highlighted his sharp features and his eye that watched her.
“Aemond,” she spoke, her voice quiet yet sure.
Aemond did not move or answer.
“What has happened?” She asked, her voice louder and not laced with frustration.
Still, she received nothing from him. Undeterred even by his unsettling presence, she took another determined step towards him.
“Aemond,” she repeated, the demand clear in her tone.
In the blink of an eye, he was on his feet and just mere inches from her. His energy sent a shiver down her spine but she stood her ground and met his eye with her own unwavering stare. The room felt charged with tension and her concern was quickly replaced by anger.
“If you do not tell me what I wish to hear, I will fly back to find him myself.” The words came from her mouth through gritted teeth.
“You will do no such thing,” he finally spoke, breaking his silence.
Viserra’s face fumed with anger but she could feel a slight ache beginning in her chest. She had done nothing to be met with such hostility. In fact she had done exactly as she had been told, even despite her desire to fly back to Aegon days before.
“You were supposed to watch over him, to ensure he did nothing foolish,” she retorted, the hurt now causing her to lash out.
A guttural growl rose from Aemond and she sensed the barely contained strom within him. For a moment, she thought he might lose control, but he made no overt move to do so. She felt her heart pounding and her chest heaving up and down with the adrenaline coursing through her own body.
The silence between them persisted for another moment before finally, Aemond’s demeanor showed the slightest give. Viserra, in turn, felt a small release of her own frustration, finding reassurance in his subtle change.
“Rhaenys came on dragonback, she descended upon us and quickly began to take out many of our men,” he began. “The arrows and scorpions did nothing to bring them down.”
“Scorpions?” She questioned, recognizing the word but not being able to place the reference.
“The large crossbows designed to fell a dragon. Dorne used them to kill the Queen Rhaenys’ mount, Meraxes.” Aemond explained and she suddenly remembered the horrific history once read in her studies.
The words hung heavy in the air as the vivid image came to her mind. Viserra’s eyes reflected a mixture of horror and sorrow, realizing how devastating this war was going to be, not only for them, but for their dragons as well.
Still grappling with the reality of their situation, Viserra pressed him about his brother once more. “You and Aegon came down on Rhaenys together, but she injured Sunfyre in turn?”
Aemond’s features darkened once more, the weight of the question bringing him both anger and shame. The lack of a response brought worry back to her mind and she felt the desperate frustration take over.
“Aemond, tell me what happened to Aegon,” she pressed.
The room seemed to close in on them and Aemond looked down, finally choosing to answer. “Aegon confronted Rhaenys first, but he was not able to maintain the upper hand. As soon as I realized what he had done, Vhagar and I flew to them in aid.” Aemond paused momentarily, drawing in a breath before continuing on. “She had Sunfyre in her jaws but we descended upon her quickly and took her down from the skies. We all fell to the ground.”
Viserra listened to Aemond with wide eyes and unsteady breath. She felt more panicked each time he stopped speaking, the impatience apparent in her expression. “And what?” She demanded.
“Dragonfire surrounded us as we plummeted to the ground. Rhaenys and her dragon were broken and scorched in the fall. Aegon was unable to avoid the dragonfire and could not move himself from Sunfyre as they crashed.”
Viserra’s heart plummeted, the impact of the revelation rang in her ears and she could not hear anything else if he had continued speaking. The room seemed to blur and she suddenly felt as if her body could no longer support her. Turning from Aemond, she reached out, hoping the armchair would be able to steady her.
Instead of catching her weight on the piece of furniture, she felt a pair of arms embrace her middle. The touch, though supportive, ignited a spark of anger in her. Anger at herself, for not listening to Helaena’s words and anger at Aemond, for being unable to protect Aegon and letting this all unfold.
Letting out a quiet sob, she eventually allowed herself to lean into his support. The harsh reality was that Aegon now lay wounded with unknown injuries and it would be days before he arrived back there in King’s Landing.
Aemond made no attempt at consoling her, letting her come to her senses in her own time. As soon as she gathered her first conscious thought, she pushed Aemond’s hands from her waist and slowly turned back to him.
“Helaena told me this would happen,” she spoke quietly. “That if I left Aegon, he would burn.”
As he studied the hurt and anger in her expression, Aemond’s face twitched, attempting to interpret the meaning behind it all. “What are you talking about?”
“After your nephew’s death. In her chambers.”
Aemond looked away for a moment before returning his gaze to hers. “Viserra-”
“No,” she snapped. “I will not be dismissed by you as well as your mother on this. She has proven her words more than once since I have been here. This will be the last time I fail to listen to them.”
Though he did not answer, Aemond looked at her with some sort of understanding. She was not sure if he believed it outright, but he could not deny that the specifics were not suspect. Placing her hands over her face, she sucked in a deep breath in a continued attempt to hold herself together.
“You care for him deeply,” he spoke quietly.
Viserra pulled her hands down from her face and met Aemond’s eye with a look of disbelief. “Of course I do.” She scoffed, unsure if he was just now realizing the truth of it or if he was simply reaffirming what he already knew.
A pained expression shot across Aemond’s face and he quickly turned from her. Torn between anger and trying to understand where he was coming from, Viserra closed her eyes and tried to continue on with a more gentle approach..
“As long as the both of you continue to grace yourselves in my presence, I cannot control the way I feel.” She spoke the truth, even if it was not what he had wanted to hear.
Aemond turned back towards her, his face contorted in a mixture of frustration and hurt. “You cannot begin to comprehend what it is like to watch you feel so deeply for another, my brother nonetheless!” His words were meant to cut. “Aegon lacks the strength and foresight as a king. He cannot protect you from the threats that loom over the realm.”
Viserra narrowed her eyes, frustrated at Aemond’s poor comprehension of the matter. “And what about you, Aemond? You could not even protect him as he rode into battle on dragonback. I will not entertain such criticism from one who also could not ensure his family’s safety.”
She watched as Aemond’s jaw tightened and he took a sudden step towards her. “You underestimate the complexities of this all. I may not have shielded him from harm, but the harsh reality is that he cannot protect himself, the realm, or you.”
Viserra’s frustration deepened and her heart stung. She thought of how far Aegon had come in the previous weeks and the intimacy they had shared when camped together on the road. “You cannot fool me into thinking your conviction is made of actual concern.”
“You are blinded by your feelings,” he spoke through his teeth.
“You are blinded by your feelings!” Viserra argued back in absolute disbelief. “Aegon is out there possibly on his deathbed, and you have the audacity to speak of him with such disrespect!”
Aemond’s eye went wide and he struggled to refute her words. He was, in fact, not sure if his frustration had been misplaced.
“I will not waste anymore time on this nonsense tonight. Who knows if he will even live to make it back to the Keep.” Viserra could see that he was processing what she had said, but it did not stop her from continuing to lash out at his unwarranted behavior. “And if that is the case, your biggest obstacle will have been removed and all of your upset will have been unnecessary.”
His gaze hardened once more, clearly frustrated with her verbal assaults. They stood face to face, both unwilling to yield until suddenly, Aemond released a sharp sigh and he turned his head towards the window.
“I can see that you are hurting, and for that, I am sorry.” He spoke through his teeth, breaking the tension with his words.
The unexpected apology caught Viserra completely off guard. She studied his face searching for any hint of insincerity but only found evidence he too felt a complex mix of emotions. Her own face softened for a brief moment before frowning once more, unwilling to let her guard slip from its place.
Aemond turned back in her direction and closed the space between them. His eyebrows furrowed and he studied the scowl on her face. His hand reaching for the nape of her neck, gripping tightly before letting his fingers lace up into the back of her hair.
The touch ignited a silent battle within Viserra’s chest. For a moment she was torn between the impulse to pull away and the force that seemed to draw her in. His fingers ran up the base of her neck once more and her frown softened, replaced by the vulnerability she had been fighting to conceal. The warmth of Aemond’s hand and the familiarity of his touch put her stubbornness to the test. And as she let herself sink into his gaze, she realized he too mirrored misery in his expression.
It took all of her might to keep the tears from forming in her eyes and once he saw her walls begin to crumble, he pulled her into an embrace. She did not fight it this time and it marked a moment where they both seemed to carry the weight of the most recent catastrophe.
Viserra lingered in Aemond’s embrace until the worst of her anger and grief seemed to pass. Eventually, when she pulled away from him, she noticed he was just as disheveled as when he had first returned to the castle. She realized that she had not inquired about his own well being, and maybe that contributed to his fiery demeanor as well.
“Are you injured?” She looked him over to the best of her ability, despite the dim lighting of the room.
He shook his head in response.
“Is Vhagar alright?” She knew the dragon had obviously made it back, but it was still possible she had been injured in the fall.
“We have both seen better days but it is far from the worst either of us have dealt with.” Aemond’s voice had calmed to his usual tone and the fire in his eye had diminished significantly.
“I am glad to hear it,” she breathed. “We shall have a bath drawn for you in your chambers, the heat will soothe any aches you might have.”
Aemond hummed and pursed his lips together. “I do not think that is necessary right in this moment.”
Shaking her head, Viserra did not feel she had the patience for his stubbornness. She frowned as she left him to his thoughts and approached the door that led to her chambermaids’ quarters.
Without knocking to announce her presence, she pushed down on the handle to let herself in. As the door opened, she found both girls standing as if they had been flush with the wood. Their expressions betrayed their actions, having likely overheard much of the tense exchange. Despite her initial frustration, Viserra acknowledged the curiosity of young girls and did not think it worthwhile to address. Instead, she simply busied them with the task of arranging the bath over in the prince’s chambers.
The girls were quick to scurry off to collaborate with the others regularly in Aemond’s service. But when Viserra turned to return back to Aemond, she found that he was staring at the empty door frame where the chambermaids had just been.
“They all see and hear much more than they should,” she suggested. “There is no avoiding it.”
He hummed again and watched her as she returned to his side. “Your lady maids are loyal to you,” he observed.
“They are,” she agreed.
“If you are to banish me to my rooms to bathe, might you join me to share a cup of wine until it is ready?” Aemond’s tone did not leave much room for negotiation.
Viserra sighed, flashing him a quick but solemn smile. “If that is what you desire.”
Aemond did not answer, but instead gestured her to the door. Silently, they departed from the dimly lit room, their footsteps the only thing echoing in the quiet hallway. Upon entering into his chambers, the once dim fire now danced with a bright flame, revealing that it had recently been reignited and fed.
The dark and quiet room had now come back to life, manservants moving around, engaged in their tasks to ready the bath for the prince. Viserra observed that not one set of eyes had darted in their direction, intentionally avoiding the two of them. They simply carried the pails of water to the back of the room with focused dedication.
Aemond walked towards the table, eye set on the decanter of wine. He poured a glass for Viserra without a word, he then prepared one for himself. She watched as the soft flicker of flames reflected off the metal of the cups. Aemond’s movements were slow and deliberate and as he handed her the drink, he signaled towards the nearby seating area.
Both of them settled into the chairs as the sounds of the crackling fire became the only thing Viserra could focus on. It reminded her of the dragonfire that had supposedly burned Aegon in battle, the thought bringing an ache deep into her chest. She closed her eyes and tried to push the unpleasantry from her mind, knowing that in that moment, there was nothing more she could do.
The servants moved discreetly around them, continuing to maintain a respectful distance. The wine offered reprieve, even if it was just for a moment. When Viserra had finished her cup and the pleasant fuzziness had begun to envelope her body, she looked up to find a servant speaking to Aemond.. Had he said something and she was so deep in thought that she had not even heard him?
“That will be all.” Aemond spoke sternly. “Leave us.”
Not a single servant needed to be told twice, all quickly leaving and shutting the doors behind them. When Viserra turned back to look at Aemond, he had risen from his seat and began to make his way to the back of the room. She let her gaze linger to where he had vanished behind the corner, trying to settle into the chair with an anxious hesitation. The invitation that she anticipated did not come but she couldn’t suppress the urge to follow him. Quietly, she rose from the chair and headed in that direction.
Aemond came into view as soon as she rounded the corner, standing with his back facing her. She studied his slim yet toned figure, realizing that he had a good amount of bruising all over his pale skin. She hesitated to move any closer until Aemond looked over his shoulder, their gaze meeting and her heart skipping a beat in response.
Summoning the courage to approach him, Viserra proceeded to come forward until she was within arms length of his body. Carefully, she reached out, allowing her fingertips to trace the swollen bruising on the back of his ribcage. Aemond flinched ever so slightly, telling her that these injuries were indeed painful. He remained still while allowing her to explore the remainder of his bruises with her gentle touch.
“Gods, Aemond,” she whispered. “I did not know.” Concern laced her words as she came to the realization that the fall from the sky must have taken more of a toll on him than she initially thought. Her fingers glided over the last of the bruises before she withdrew her hand and waited for him to respond.
Aemond, still facing away, offered nothing. Instead, he stepped from her and slowly entered the large bath. She had two choices at that point, join him or leave the room.
Without speaking another word herself, she began to disrobe, letting her simple gown fall to her feet. Her gaze was fixed on Aemond as she joined him in the hot water. He watched her as she brought herself in between his legs. When he did not protest the proximity, she brought her knees up to her chest and leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder.
The heat seemed to wash away some of the tension that the evening had held and she let the warmth of both Aemond and the water envelop her body. They had been fools to think Rook’s Rest would be easy to take if the Blacks had sent their dragons. Aemond felt the weight of their family’s uncertain future pressing down on them as they shared each other's presence.
Viserra couldn’t help but dwell on the seemingly foolish promises she had made to Aegon when they were on the road. The brief consideration of marriage was now clouded by the possibility that he might never sit the throne again. This heartache for another was a sensation that she had never truly known before.
Though they did not share their thoughts out loud, Aemond wrapped his arms around her, seeming to sense her solemnity. The waters of the bath, though peaceful and pleasant, could not bring her from the depths of her feelings. In that moment, there was nothing that could offer solace to the worries that cast dark shadows over the uncertainties of their future.
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cocalynx · 9 months
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Tom Glynn-Carney at Dunkirk premiere (2017)
he loooks sooo <3333
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dinastiatargaryen · 2 months
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mariascorzelliart · 6 days
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Work in progress 1/2
I have to correct some mistakes but i like It overall ✨
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sanrixian · 1 year
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#ARToberOfThrones2022 day 12: FAMILY this took so long so I'm counting it for a few days 🥲🖤💚 enjoy the Last Supper of Viserys #hotd    #houseofthedragon    . . . #houseofthedragon #hotd #rhaenyratargaryen #rhaenyra #daemon #daemontargaryen #jacaerysvelaryon #jace #lucerysvelaryon #luke #viserystargaryen #viserys #aegontargaryen #aegon #aemondtargaryen #aemond #HelaenaTargaryen #helaena #asoiaf #got #gameofthrones #sanrixian #rhaena #baela #targaryen #Velayron https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj02XyCpSHQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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galaphianships · 10 months
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El lazo tan rojo como tu sangre.
Lucemond
De todas las historias que Viserys contó cuando Aemond era tan sólo un niño, la que recordaba cada día de su vida era la del lazo rojo del destino que unía tu alma con el alma de aquella persona que estaba destinada a ti.
Aemond creía saber quién era esa persona.
Por supuesto que no era otro más que Lucerys Velaryon, el salvaje "saca ojos."
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lilliagradiewrites · 9 months
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too damned loud || jon snow x reader
In which you are in a secret relationship with Ned Stark’s bastard, and he is terrible at hiding it. 
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Time Period: Before Season 1 begins. Jon is 18, reader is 18.
Pronouns: she/her, afab reader ( I am willing to rewrite with other pronouns if requested.)
Content/Warnings: nothing worse than what’s in the show. young jon, sweet youthful relationship shit, sexual activity but no actual smut, exhibitionism if you squint.
WC: 791 (blurb)
(this has not been proofread. read at your own discretion <3)
Author’s Note: Hello my darlings! It has been such a long time and I am so incredibly sorry. I swear I plan on eventually returning to consistent posting, but I have had one of the busiest and most stressful two year of my life. Thank you guys for supporting me and being so kind to my content in my absence, you are all incredible and I appreciate you. I will, hopefully, be posting content similar to what many of you follow me for: harry styles and jj maybank. both will be making appearances soon, i promise! for now, though, you’ll get a cutie little jon snow fic because this character is actually the love of my life. if you haven’t watched game of thrones yet, do it. please god. then come read this.
love you forever, thanks for being here. 
Hope y’all love this. It’s good to be back. 
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It had been almost ten years since you had known Jon Snow, and yet you somehow learn new things about the boy each and every day. 
Yesterday, you learned that Jon Snow just didn’t like colors. Generally.
Last week, you learned that Jon hated hunting. Despite being skilled with various kinds of weaponry, the northerner found the activity to be deathly boring.
Six months ago, you learned that he actually did have a heart, and it was full of thoughts of you. 
You also learned that day that the bastard boy is a skilled kisser as well.
Today, you learned that Jon Snow is incredibly stupid. 
The discovery was not something you hadn’t considered before, yet today’s actions were a confirmation of the idea. You were walking down the halls of Winterfell, heading towards the courtyard from your bedchambers, when you were suddenly swept off your feet into a nearby door- then swiftly pressed against it. 
A pair of soft lips and a stubbled chin pressed against you in a passionate kiss, and it wasn’t difficult to piece together what had happened. 
As your heart slowed its pace and the realization set in, you pulled abruptly away from the embrace and lightly pushed your boy off you. 
“Jon! Are you mad? I nearly died of fright, what is wrong with you? Anyone could have seen!”
Jon smirked, placing his hands back in their home on your waist and pulling himself closer into you. “I only wanted to kiss my beautiful girl.”
“Jon, anyone could have seen us. Anyone could walk through this door and we’d be caught. Is that what you want?”
Jon kissed your cheek and began moving his way down your throat, pressing his lips softly into your skin. The touch was feather light, but it sent shivers down your back all the same. 
“I want you.” He mumbled against your neck, moving his hands slowly up and down your sides.
Though it took all your strength not to melt and sink into his familiar touch, you stood your ground. “Not here, Jon. We’ll be found.”
“Let them find us.” He growled. His movements became faster and less delicate. He was losing patience, and you were losing your willpower. 
“Jon!” You exclaimed, making a weak attempt to resist his efforts. 
“Y/n!” He mimicked, almost groaning your name into your skin. 
“Will you please quiet down? They’ll hear you in the Red Keep, you are too damned loud.”
Jon chuckled, mouthing his way over your collarbones as he pulls your dress slowly from your shoulders. “I don’t think you can talk about being loud, my love.”
Your cheeks flushed pink and you remained silent until a sharp gasp was pulled from you as Jon began to suck and bite on the crook of your neck. “Jon, please-” You breathed out, not entirely sure what it is you were begging for. 
Jon didn’t reply, but continued his actions, slowly speeding up as he pulled your dress lower. 
“Jon..” Your voice still carried apprehension, though you’d almost surrendered entirely to your boyfriends’ advances. 
Jon continued on with a passion, kissing and sucking and pulling on your damned dress. 
You were moments away from giving in, until you caught the sound of footsteps headed down the corridor on the other side of the door. “Jon!” You whisper-shrieked, the intensity in your voice finally halting his actions. He pulled immediately away from you, looking into your eyes as he waited for you to speak. Though he liked to mess with you, Jon would never forgive himself if he actually hurt you or overstepped in any fashion. 
“Jon, I cannot explain to you how I wish we didn’t have to stop, but we do. We will be caught. I am a wardess, Jon, have you forgotten? They might send me away from Winterfell if they know we are together before my father’s sentence is through. We cannot do this here.”
Jon nodded, a look of guilt washing over his face. The poor thing immediately felt as though you were angry at him, and began murmuring earnest apologies into your neck as he helped you redress. 
You took both of his hands in yours, halting him and pulling him close. “I’m not angry at you, darling. I’m only trying to keep us together. I will be angry at you if you do not meet me in your chambers in five minutes and finish what you started.” Jon paused again, stopping in his tracks, overwhelmed by your words. You took the opportunity to fix your dress, reach behind you, and grasp the door handle.
You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before smirking and exiting through the door behind you, leaving Jon open-mouthed in the room. 
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Author’s Note: AHHH there it is! My cute little return to tumblr. I hope all my Jon Snow sluts enjoyed this one. If you don’t, stay tuned for other content. I love you all. You mean the world to me. 
See you in the next one. Send requests- I want to write what y’all want to read!
LOVES YOU, -lillie 
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alexandria-millie · 5 months
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SACRIFÍCIO ― rhaegon - TRECE | A palavra do rei (no Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1388698506-sacrifice-%E2%80%95-rhaegon-trece-la-palabra-del-rey?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Masddye69&wp_originator =76j%2FGRpf5PRKOTufuqw4724aCsqxIPsU5Du5WK%2FVeacI%2BlqoJ1nXagqq4zlRW9IQmbp%2FIVGhf%2F3VecT%2FlmVBNAXViqinRZ13HKtwPHG4nyA%2Fv4ztoFSbHhS3S3UxFmv% 2B ❝ O sacrifício nunca é fácil, pelo contrário não seria um verdadeiro sacrifício. ❞ ❞ ❞ spoilers □ Rhaenyra Targaryen murió entre fogo e sangue a mãos de seu prefeito inimigo durante a Danza de los Dragones, seu medio irmão Aegon, quien hizo lo inimaginable al propiciar que seu dragão Sunfyre devorara viva a Rhaenyra. A magia é perigosa e impredecível, em especial a magia de sangue valíria que se compara entre um dragão e seu jinete. O ato de Aegon de matar seu próprio sangue e obrigar seu dragão a cometer a monstruosidade foi suficiente para que os Deuses interferissem. Syrax, a diosa do tempo se encarregou de Darle uma segunda oportunidade para Rhaenyra Targaryen. RHAENYRA TARGARYEN ⚔️ AEGON II TARGARYEN ──fanfic: casa do dragão x fogo e sangue. #48 CASA DO DRAGÃO 09/03/2023 2023 | velaryonjacaerysking © TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS.
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fleurdeliet · 8 months
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Finally finished it! I'm proud of myself.
I thought of those arms as symbol of people who pushed Aegon to be coronated, who wished to see him as a king and somehow influenced him
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Love this fan fiction for GoT. The Story takes us north of the Wall during the reign of Brandon Stark and Jon Snow is Commander of the Nights Watch. - Ch 1
With Tormund, Meera Reed and others.
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cruciomee · 8 months
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HOTD Trash comic 
Sunfyre is just too bright and Aegon will take any chance to mess with Aemond. Better believe though that she’s the only one that gets the mess with Aemond. 
Helaena is just best girl.
This nonsense was inspired by my man Ken from the Barbie movie. When he puts on two pairs of sunglasses, if you were wondering
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dragonnwriter · 3 months
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Inviolable Bindings
Aemondxfem!OC and Aegonxfem!OC
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Chapter 33
The soft bedding in her own room was much more comfortable than what Viserra had been sleeping on while traveling. Though her physical comfort was indeed better, it was not enough to shake the eerie emptiness of the castle.
Elia had brought the usual morning spread of food and tea to rouse her from her slumber, but she had already been sitting at her bedside awake. She found she did not have too much of an appetite and dressed herself shortly after finishing what she could stomach. Yesterday’s promise to the children weighed heavily on her mind, just as well as her curiosity of how Helaena had fared.
Upon exiting her rooms, she found a bit of normalcy with the guard now standing there. Thankful that Helaena’s chambers were not far from hers, it did not take her much time to find the Queen’s doors. The Queensguard granted her entrance and she cautiously stepped into the chambers, noting that the atmosphere seemed heavier than usual.
The children were not there, but Helaena sat quietly by the window sill in an unnatural stillness. Delicate fragrances of burning candles brought a bit of pleasantry to the uneasiness and Viserra proceeded to approach the Queen with caution.
“Helaena?” She called. “I have returned.” Her voice was quiet in hopes to not startle the girl.
Helaena did not make any acknowledgment that she had heard her or even noticed her presence.
Taking in a deep breath, Viserra brought herself even closer to the Queen. “I came to look for the little ones. I promised a visit to the gardens today.”
Eventually, Helaena turned her eyes towards her, and for a moment, the room held an indiscernible tension. Her expression was lost, veiled behind the complexities of her own mind. “The gardens,” she finally breathed.
“Yes, Jaehaera was delighted by the prospect of me spending time with her.” Viserra continued to tread carefully, seeing that Helaena was struggling to pull herself from her own little world.
“Thank you,” she spoke, giving her a small smile through the pained expression.
Viserra nodded and returned the gesture, hesitantly reaching out and placing her hand on Helaena’s arm. She was thankful when she seemed to relax under the touch, leaving her to wonder how often anyone tried to really connect or pull her from her complicated mind.
“You have all returned safely,” Helaena spoke, the words more of a statement rather than a question. For a moment, Viserra seemed puzzled. Had they truly kept the Queen in the dark about everything? Of course they had, reminding herself that her mother protected her at all costs.
“I have returned,” she began, “but Aemond left last eve to join Aegon at Rook’s Rest where they lay siege to the city.”
Helaena’s eyes widened and she looked sharply to her face. The sudden shift in her demeanor took her by surprise, though she did not understand why. She watched as her features contorted into a mixture of fear and anxiety, the air in the room growing heavier by the second.
Viserra held on firmly to the Queen’s arms, attempting to ground her and bring her even the littlest bit of comfort. “What is wrong?” She asked, searching her face for an answer, worried it would not be something she wanted to hear.
“You left him?” Helaena asked, her voice suddenly panicked.
“Aemond is with him,” Viserra emphasized. “Atop Vhagar’s back he is more than capable of protecting them all.”
Helaena only continued to stare, her gaze burning right through her and bringing another wave of unsurety.
“It was Cole’s plan to send me back, I am to stay to protect us here in King’s Landing.” Viserra did not know why she felt so defensive but she was sure that something was not right. “Helaena, Aemond reassured me that he will oversee Aegon and make sure he-”
“If you leave him, he will burn.” Helaena interrupted, her voice firm.
Perplexed, she searched the Queen’s eyes for some clarity, but she only repeated the phrase with a growing sense of urgency.
“If you leave him, he will burn.”
The memory flashed through her mind when she and Aemond had visited her after little Jaehaerys’s death. The echo of the same ominous phrase came back as if it had just happened. She had vowed that she would not fail them. Desperately, she tried to reassure Helaena that it had not been a mistake to leave him there, but found that she was now unsure of her own decision.
They both looked into eachothers faces, gripping the others’ arms. Viserra now bore an equal amount of concern and panic as she tried to find reason and reassurance somewhere in her mind. The tension had brought so much anxiety that she did not even hear the doors open behind her and the footsteps rushing into the room.
Alicent had come to her daughter’s side, her presence suddenly commanding attention. Seeing Helaena’s anguish, she immediately began to try and comfort the girl, tearing her from Viserra’s arms and surrounding her in her own embrace.
A sense of helplessness settled over as she watched Helaena retract back into mind despite her mother’s attempts at consoling her. Alicent’s gaze shifted to Viserra for a moment, her eyes demanding an explanation for the distress that had come upon her daughter.
“What happened here?” She questioned.
“I-I do not know.” Viserra stuttered, trying to regain her own composure.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, Viserra felt the weight of uncertainty pressed down on her. Unable to provide the dowager queen with a satisfactory answer, she turned and fled the room.
The corridors of Maegor’s Holdfast offered little solace and in turn they felt suffocating. Without a clear destination in mind, she found herself instinctively drawn to the Keep’s library. The scent of old books and the quietness that held the space gave her room to find both her breath and her thoughts.
Finding a place in front of the stained glass window, she looked into the colors while trying to process what had just happened. How could she have forgotten Helaena’s words? She knew that something did not feel right with a great distance between them all, but it had become difficult to discern what feelings were rational or what was just lust and longing.
Viserra leaned her body weight on the window sill while forcing her breathing to slow. It was not as if she had a choice in the matter. She reassured herself just how impossible it would have been to try and defy the plans put in place without her input. Even Aemond had seemed to know more than she did, most likely stemming from his close relationship with the Hand.
The thought crossed her mind that it was only a few hours on dragonback to Rook’s Rest. She could fly back and explain to him Helaena’s words and their need to remain close to one another. However, the challenge remained of convincing Cole her actions were not an attempt to undermine him. She knew the man harbored distrust for her and would not respond well to any deviation from the plans.
Part of her questioned her own sanity for placing such gravity on Helaena’s words. Yet, every piece of doubt was forcefully pushed back down as she recalled the instances where they had undeniably come to pass. She did not understand how the girls’ dreams had been ignored for so long, even by her own mother who was determined to protect her so fiercely.
For the first time, Viserra felt wildly out of control. She felt hot tears forming in the corners of her eyes but she fought them back and reigned it in before more than a few could escape. Over the passing moments alone, she pulled herself together, the anxiety and fear turning into anger at those far away on Dragonstone.
Viserra did not miss the sounds of the doors opening this time. She recognized the quiet footsteps of the dowager queen as they made their way across the library floor. Turning slowly to meet her, she wiped the wetness from her eyes and prepared herself for an unnecessary scolding.
“I did not mean to upset her,” Viserra began, trying to gain the upperhand on the conversation.
“It is best if we do not bother her with the current happenings in the Realm,” Alicent said dismissively. Her expression was hardened but Viserra could also see that she carried concern over the situation. “Helaena’s mind is addled with confusion and nonsense. It has only worsened since the death of my grandson.”
Viserra stood her ground, upset at the bladent dismissal. “With all due respect, I have seen the truth in her visions. We are fools to ignore the things that she speaks.”
Alicent’s skepticism remained unyielding. “Do not let your feelings cloud your judgment. The late King also put too much weight on the idea that dreams could become prophecies. It is something that led him astray from the realities set in his lap.”
Viserra’s brows furrowed in continued frustration. “These dreams you speak of as if they are fantasy, they are known to be gifts to some with Valyrian blood.”
“My dear,” she coddled, reaching out to Viserra as if to comfort her own madness as she did her daughter. “You speak of-”
Viserra interrupted her as she revolted away from the woman’s touch. “I speak of the same blood magic that binds me to my very dragon. Such dreams may not be as common as the ability to bond with these beasts, but you are a fool to dismiss such things when each of your children have tamed creatures that would devour anyone else in their attempt to do so.”
Both women held each other’s gaze bearing heated misunderstanding towards the other. But it was Alicent’s demeanor that shifted first, her surprised expression settling into one of exhausted concern.
“My dear, I too share a great deal of worry for the King,” she began. “But those that influence and carry weight behind the crown must remain strong and clear in mind.”
“If you leave him, he will burn.” Viserra spoke, repeating the Queen's words for Alicent to hear.
“What?” She asked, staring back with her own eyebrows furrowed.
“It is something that Helaena has said to me twice now. She became distraught this morning once she realized I left Aegon in battle.” It was Viserra’s last attempt at making Alicent see her side with more clarity.
Her face still carried a considerable amount of doubt, but concern sparked within her own mind as she toyed with that possibility. “Viserra,” she uttered, making another attempt to gently grasp at her arms.
“What if she is right?” She retorted. “What if leaving Aegon there was a mistake?”
Alicent let out a sharp breath, relieved that Viserra did not pull away from her touch this time.
“I have considered flying to Rook’s Rest to ensure Aegon’s safety and bring him back,” she explained. “Aemond is more than capable in defending them alone. They have almost three-thousand men there in arms.”
Alicent’s brows furrowed and she revealed a deeper worry beneath the surface. “That is not an option. A raven arrived this morning from Dragonstone, promising more violence if we do not give up the city and reminding us that our dragons are outnumbered by theirs. If they know that the city is not guarded, they might take it as an opportunity to seize the throne.”
Viserra’s concern split into two and her internal struggle intensified. She was torn between the actual threats coming from the Blacks and the words whispered by Helaena. The air in the library no longer felt like a place of solace and Viserra’s mind began racing once more.
As if Alicent knew that she might doubt her words, she retrieved the paper from the folds of her gown and handed it over to Viserra. As she read the letter in front of her, she realized that the dowager queen was indeed telling the truth. The information sank in, weighing the gravity that each choice would have.
“This threat is real, we cannot afford to let our guard down and you possess the only dragon that could defend us here at this moment.” Alicent looked at her with sternness and empathy alike.
“So we sit, wait here for word from Rook’s Rest, and hope for the best?” She asked, but she already knew the answer to her question. If only she had been able to talk with Helaena and understand what she saw that led her to those damning words.
Alicent took back the letter and tucked it safely in her dress before reaching out to grasp Viserra’s hand. “Come,” she beckoned. “I know you had wanted to take the children to the gardens. Let us fetch them and give respite to our worry if only for a brief moment.”
Viserra looked to her before letting out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. In truth, the last thing she wanted to do was remain in her presence, but she did not disagree that it would be both comforting and distracting to spend time with the little prince and princess. Pulling her hand away, she nodded in agreement.
The walk to the gardens was made in silence with Viserra staying a few paces behind the dowager queen. The sun painted itself all throughout the gardens while Maelor’s giggling echoed around the shrubbery. The flowers, though beautiful, did not mask the heavy atmosphere that hung over Viserra’s thoughts and she had to continually bring herself back to the present moment. Jaehaera remained nestled within herself, eyes distant and hesitant to engage her brother in play.
Viserra found herself kneeling beside the child, attempting to coax her into enjoying the afternoon. She picked a few delicate flowers, offering them as a gift, but the little hands only clutched at them and held them close to her chest.
As the afternoon’s sun began to cast long shadows in the garden, Viserra found herself rather content sitting next to the quiet girl in silence. Jaehaera remained grounded by her side, seeming to work through her own inner thoughts while they enjoyed each other’s company.
Once Maelor’s laughter turned into tired fussiness, Alicent called for the nursemaid and began to request preparations for their supper. In truth, Viserra had forgotten that the children would need to eat at some point, as her own appetite had been chased away by the gnawing of her inner turmoil.
With a light kiss to the top of Jaehaera’s head, she departed from the children and took leave for her own chambers. The warmth of the day was replaced by the cool damp air of the castle but she was so relieved to only be in her own company that it did not bother her in the least.
Within the comfort of her own rooms, the warm glow of fire danced along the walls and drew her in. The girls had recently fed the flames making the intensity and brightness of the heat greater than usual. Viserra found a full decanter of wine and small finger foods laid out on the table and she took a moment to appreciate her chambermaids ability to anticipate her needs.
Pouring herself a cup of wine, she sat on the furs before the fire. The gentle warmth surrounded her body, providing both the sense of security and pleasant heat she enjoyed most. As she lifted the cup to her lips, the rich taste of wine offered a welcomed distraction. Yet it would not give her reprieve from the weight of Helaena’s words that morning. The day’s memories played over in her mind, bouncing from Helaena to the enjoyable time she had spent with the children.
With each sip, Viserra realized that she truly could not make a choice without the risk of great consequences. She had been given the responsibility of defending the Keep and it was her sense of duty that kept her anchored there. Part of her did not want to admit that Alicent had been right, they could not ignore the letter that had arrived that morning and put more weight on Helaena’s words.
A letter arrived by raven the following day detailing their progress in Rook’s Rest. The opposing castle would be low on their rations at that point and their army had all but destroyed everything outside of the castle walls. The words had eased a small part of Viserra’s worries, though she knew that it was unknown if Rhaenyra would find the city valuable enough to send defenses. With their losses minimal and the men still in good spirits, she remained hopeful that it would only continue that way.
Viserra did not find herself in Helaena’s company again over the next few days. Part of her had worried she would upset the Queen but mostly she could not wash herself of the guilt that she did not heed to her words. Instead, she made it a point to spend time with the children and was pleasantly surprised to find that Jaehaera began to open out of her shell with the consistency of her presence.
On the fifth night since her return to King’s Landing, Viserra found herself drowning in the midst of courtly affairs. Lord and Lady Redwyne had arrived from the Reach, bringing their company and gifts to show their allegiance and also a few problems they hoped the crown would help to solve. The conversations were dull and she was forced to dodge the relentless inquiries they had about any betrothal for her. Halfway through the meal, she found herself silently praying for the evening’s end and took ultimately took refuge in her cup of wine.
“Your Grace.” A voice from the doors spoke out, interrupting the small conversations happening around the room. The monotony of the night was suddenly shattered. “Vhagar has been spotted flying over the city.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, both Viserra and Alicent found themselves on their feet. Excitement and relief surged through her body and they excused themselves from the table and followed the guard out.
The long winding hallways seemed to take longer than usual to navigate, both eager to greet the men once they came through the gates. Breathless, they finally descended the steps into the courtyard just as the castle gates were lifted from the ground. Anticipation hung in the air as one silver haired prince came into view.
The sense of relief suddenly shifted into worry when they took in Aemond’s disheveled appearance and saw the intense and unreadable expression painted across his face. The breath was sucked from Viserra’s lungs as she realized she had seen him look this way once before on the night of Lucerys’ death.
Aemond walked in their direction but seemed to be looking right through them. Alicent began to address him, but Viserra’s hearing quickly began to dull and her heartbeat soon was the only thing she could hear. There could only be one reason that Aegon had not returned alongside him. A sense of dread hung over her and Viserra tried to grapple at the horrific thoughts running through her head.
Alicent was undeterred by her son’s dismissive demeanor, persisting until she obtained the information desired. “Aemond, what has happened? Where is Aegon?” Her voice was demanding yet also still laced with desperation.
Aemond finally turned to face her, but his expression remained cold. “Rook’s Rest is ours. Rhaenys and her dragon have been defeated. But Aegon has been injured.”
Viserra felt herself release the trapped breath out of her lungs. Relief washed over her at the confirmation that Aegon was still alive but it was quickly replaced by a new wave of worry for the state of his well being.
“Injured?” Alicent pressed. “To what degree? Where is he now?”
“Sunfyre cannot fly. I do not know the extent of Aegon’s injuries.” Aemond growled, still pulling away each time his mother tried to reach out to him. Not willing to subject himself to any more interrogation, he turned to continue inside the castle walls with Alicent right on his heels.
Viserra remained in the courtyard for a few more moments, attempting to process the news before finding herself face to face with anyone else. Aegon’s injuries must have been severe if he could not fly back with Aemond on Vhagar. A wave of pain came to her chest at the thought. She had to acknowledge that the whole situation was now beyond her control in order to pull herself together. It would do no good to dwell on what might have been. Instead, it was now time to prevent any further damage to the ones she loved…and listening to Helaena would most certainly be a place to start.
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