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[tenseoyong]

Aemond loves his little family.

He keeps a watchful eye over his children, making the royal guards seem redundant. Aemond often recalls the ridicule and embarrassment he’d faced as a child—and the resulting accident—and makes it a personal matter to maintain a keen eye over how the children behave towards each other, or how other children in the keep interact with his family.

Rarely does he let his half-sister and his nephews interact with his happy little family.

The Prince is unusually involved in his children’s lives for someone of his station—the responsibility typically laying with that of wet nurses and his lady-wife’s handmaidens—yet Aemond does it anyways.

He personally oversees their studies, and has taken the task upon himself of teaching his children High Valyrian—carefully correcting mispronunciations and gently calming them when their frustrations grow.

Aemond refused to be to his children what his own father was to him—neglectful and uninterested or show obvious favoritism for one over the masses—Aemond made sure all his children felt equally as loved and cherished, in their own ways of course.

His eldest son—Vaemon—was very much the warrior every royal family hoped the first born male would be. Aemond had a little wooden sword crafted and in the small boy’s hand before the child could fully walk.Aemond was often spotted training with the young lad, teaching his heir proper techniques and how to find and use one’s advantages.

A few years behind his first born, came Vaenya. Undoubtedly his scholar in the making. The young girl would rarely be found without a book in her grasp; Aemond would gift her with every newly published book he could get his hands on, though, she greatly favorite those of the world’s history—much like her father—and Aemond would enjoy quiet evenings spent by candlelight, the two of them pouring over ancient texts. Often, Aemond would teasingly correct her posture, “Slouching is unbecoming of a Princess~”

His darling Haelera, who—affectionately named after his sweet sister—had somehow managed to gather the same odd fascination with all things creepy-crawly, still felt her father’s warm love. Though, you could say she was a lover of animals in general, it was much easier to come across bugs of various types than an odd dog or cat in the Red Keep. Aemond listening intently to every little insect fact his darling daughter brought to his attention, and would often return from his Princely duties with a jar containing a random bug much to Haelera’s delight.

And Little Raenar could just barely toddle after his older brother and his father, yet Aemond was insistent on bringing the infant as he and Vaemon trained. Aemond supposed the young babe simply liked the sounds of metal—if the light on his face and the happy giggles that floated through the training yard each time Aemond blocked one of Vaemon’s attacks were anything to go by—but the babe seemed to enjoy the activity, or his brother and sire’s company either way, and Aemond was content with including him even if his little mind wasn’t entirely sure what was happening.

Aemond personally picks each and every dragon egg that would be placed in his children’s cradles. And while, thankfully all eggs did hatch, Aemond did harbor a bit of fear that one of his children would be left to suffer a fate similar to his as a dragonless Targaryen—and vowed he’d not have them ridiculed as he once was, that he’d comfort and adore them regardless.

He relishes in teaching his children to be dragon riders. To see the ease and joy on their faces after a their first ride, to see they have what should have been his—gaining a dragon-bond at birth, and not having to lose a part of themselves in order to gain something by sheer determination—Aemond delights in taking his little clan on family rides.

Aemond would not see his little family crumble and become scattered in the winds as his extended family had been in his youth. He insists upon the family being together during every meal, not that you’d ever begin to think of denying him that—the family being as tight knit as it was—Aemond enjoyed hearing about each member of his family’s daily activities and growing interests.

He would never be more grateful to anyone more than he was to his Lady-Wife for giving him something he’d never truly had before—the gift of family—darling children that loved each other as much as their father loved them.

Aemond Targaryen loves his little family.

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[sheeple]

A purple-coloured eye for your purple-eyed son

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Princess Y/n Velaryon ─ the first child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Leanor Velaryon and their only true child together ─ is woken up by a ruckus outside her chambers. She sleepily gets up and puts on a robe before opening her chamber doors.

She follows after the many servants and ends up in the Hall of Nine, where chaos is happening.

Her brothers are being tended to by their grandfather, with cuts, blood, and bruises on their faces. Her cousins are with her grandmother, all seeming unharmed.

On the other side of the room is Prince Aemond. His back is turned towards her while he's tended to by a maester and his mother. A grim atmosphere hangs around them.

Her mother comes bursting through the doors followed by her great-uncle. Both look dishevelled. She goes to check on her children and looks around for the princess, who's unharmed and just as clueless as her mother. 

Princess Rhaenyra demands what has happened and all the children scream over each other. The King shuts them up and asks his son what has happened.

Bastards. Prince Aemond has called her brothers bastards. 

Everybody points their fingers at each other, claiming that they are the culprits. 

The Queen screams that she wants justice, that she wants her little brother's eye, as he is the one who maimed her son.

As the eldest, Y/n Velaryon sees it as her duty to protect her brothers. So, she backs away from the circle of onlookers and locates a knife. She takes a deep breath as she holds the dagger's point close to her pupil, before plunging it into her eye and pulling back. Her perfect purple eye sits pitifully pierced on the point of the dagger.

She tries to be as quiet as she can, but a few cries escape her lips. The pain is more immense than she could ever imagine. It pulls attention from the crowd behind her, and somebody gasps in shock.

The Princess turns around, blood mixed with tears streaming down her face.

"There you go, Your Highness, a purple-coloured eye for your purple-eyed son." The girl holds out a bloodied hand in which her eyeball stares directly up at the Queen, pierced right through the pupil. She pushes it into the hand of the Queen, who has a look of horrified shock on her face.

The Princess turns around and walks to the doors to exit the room, but not before turning around. "But remember, Queen Hightower, that if your claims about my brothers are true, remember your children are just the same; half-bloods. What you hold in your hand is what you claim to be pure, Valyrian blood."

The Princess bravely walks out of the room, blood and tears running down her face. But once the doors close behind her, her facade falls.

Everybody in the hall can hear the Princess' screams of pain and agony. All to protect her brother. What she couldn't have known, is that her actions would spurt guilt in many people that night. Festering and boiling over the years. The three princes involved in the fight would manifest a large amount of guilt. But not all would deal the same way with the consequences that came out of the night.

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[diamantar]

ENCANTADORA

→ Aemond Targaryen x fem!OC

✦ Sinopsis: La Reina compromete a su tercer hijo con una dama de excepcional timidez y éste descubre un nuevo lado en él.

✦ Advertencias: Matrimonio arreglado / Fluff / Sugerente.

✦ Palabras: 1979

✦ Pedido: Si, de Wattpad.

✦ Nota: ¡Comentarios, likes y reblogs son muy apreciados! ♡

Primavera fue la estación donde Alicent los presentó, por semanas oyendo que la dama seleccionada para nupcias era excepcionalmente bella, educada y provenía de una respetada familia. Halagos llovían para aquella ignota que solo conocía a través de su madre, quien había sido la única en conocerla cuando él viajó a fortalecer lazos políticos.

La idea del matrimonio no le agradaba como tampoco le disgustaba, ya que desde joven sabía que en algún momento sucedería. De todas maneras, aquella mentalidad lista para asumir las responsabilidades se debilitó una vez que fue deformado por Lucerys Velaryon. En la Fortaleza Roja las damas y caballeros susurraban sobre su apariencia y más de una vez oyó como prometían que nadie podría amarlo, así que la expectativa del rechazo de una mujer que juraban que era hermosa lo incomodaba de sobremanera.

Desde el inicio tuvo la guardia alta, pero los muros cayeron en la primer cena de celebración del compromiso. La femenina era fiel a las descripciones y aquellos ojos que lo miraron expectantes, casi suplicantes de que fuera buena con ella, lo destruyeron por completo. Rápidamente quiso conocerla en profundidad, sin embargo, mantuvo carácter y cordialidad ante las miradas inquisitivas.

En el transcurso de la noche intentó conversar y relacionarse, pero fue en vano al solo recibir respuestas cortas y nerviosas. La idea de ser despreciado generó mal gusto y le torció el estómago, aunque pronto concluyó que su prometida era extremadamente tímida al juntar las obvias señales: mejillas y orejas ruborizadas, mirada gacha y voz temblorosa.

—Oí que tú y tu familia llegaron esta tarde, debes estar cansada, ¿verdad? —insistió ahora que los padres de ambos estaban sumidos en una conversación que no le interesaba.

Con un rostro igual al de un animal acorralado, ella le miró y asintió.

—Si, pero no es problema… Quería verte lo antes posible —sonrió torpe tomando aún más color, sin dudas notándose el esfuerzo de esa confesión.

Aemond contuvo el aliento e intentó descubrir si mentía a pesar de que esas palabras lo entibiaron.

—He oído muy buenas cosas de ti, también deseaba encontrarte en persona.

—N-No hay demasiado en realidad… —negó apenada juntando las manos en el regazo.

—Solo es cuestión de conocernos.

Fiel a esas palabras, el Targaryen tomó acción y procuró que pasaran tiempo en actividades simples para no abrumarla con la intriga que trataba de mantener a raya. Existían días donde no podían encontrarse y sabía que la joven era comprensiva, pero apreciaba que, tanto como él, lamentaba no poder al menos conversar unos minutos.

Las semanas pasaron y ella empezó a acostumbrarse, los titubeos siendo menos frecuentes y logrando mantener contacto visual de forma prolongada. Desayunaban o tomaban el té con Alicent antes de partir a sus propias caminatas, un día enlazando brazos y dando comienzo al contacto físico. Podía sentir la tensión a través de las telas y como los pómulos tomaban color cuando flexionaba los músculos o la acercaba más, así que empezó a hacerlo conscientemente. Verla avergonzada provocaba emociones nuevas en él, hasta el punto donde debía esforzarse en ocultar el deseo que surgía.

Acciones simples como tomarla de la cintura y acomodarle el cabello se convirtieron en caricias en las caderas y roces por el cuello, incluso comenzó a besar su mano en saludos y despedidas. El aroma y suavidad de aquella delicada piel lo alcanzaba en lugares poco usuales, la impaciencia por finalmente estar casados dejándolo asombrado.

—La semana que viene es nuestra boda.

Aemond salió del mundo imaginario y observó la femenina mirar hacia abajo, el tono mortecino denotando que algo le inquietaba.

—¿Posees segundos pensamientos?

—¡En lo absoluto! —saltó veloz con expresión inquieta—. Has sido tan bueno y respetuoso conmigo, jamás consideraría o…

—Lo sé, entiendo —interrumpió al notar que se estaba agitando, la mano libre yendo a acariciarle la mejilla—. Entonces, ¿qué te perturba?

Inspirando profundo y calmándose, ella juntó coraje y tensó el agarre mientras acortaba ligeramente la distancia.

—Temo hacer el ridículo.

La confesión lo divirtió e hizo que sonriera ligero, enseguida ganando el impulso de estrujarla por lo adorable que era.

—Hace dos semanas que comenzamos a practicar la ceremonia, no hay nada que pueda fallar.

—Siempre existe la posibilidad —frunció los labios—. Además lo habrás notado, pero tampoco soy la mejor anfitriona…

—Estaré a tu lado a cada momento así no tendrás que agobiarte con los invitados, haré la charla cuando vengan a darnos sus bendiciones —consoló al tiempo que acariciaba la mano que reposaba en su brazo.

—Gracias —suspiró aliviada, aunque luego lució culpable—. Ojalá pudiera ayudar, mi timidez es un impedimento social desde pequeña.

—Doy fe de que es posible cambiar si quieres —asintió firme pensando que él era la prueba viviente de aquello—. Personalmente pienso que… eres encantadora, pero puedo ayudarte a de a poco ganar nuevas habilidades que te hagan sentir cómoda.

—¿No sería tedioso? —elevó ambas cejas en ligera incredulidad.

—Acompañarte es uno de los pocos placeres que tengo, por lo que extender nuestro tiempo juntos suena maravilloso.

—¿Siempre hablas así? —ocultó el rostro con un breve movimiento de cabeza.

Aemond paró el lento caminar que tenían y deshizo el enganche para inclinarse.

—Solo contigo —prometió antes de besarle el dorso de la mano, casi jurando que podía oír la sangre bullir por la galantería.

Lentamente se alejó y la miró a los ojos, el rubor que tanto adoraba tomando terreno sin ánimos de retroceder. Silencio los reinó mientras la brisa bailaba alrededor, con un cosquilleo apreciando como las pupilas femeninas por un segundo lo miraron a los labios. El Targaryen tensó la mandíbula a causa de la tentación e irguió la espalda indicando que la acompañaría al dormitorio, al despedirse intercambiando vistazos repletos de deseos ocultos.

El día de la boda arribó entre festividades y él no tardó en notar como, su ahora esposa, ocultaba el hecho de que estaba absolutamente abrumada. Sonreía y asentía liberando algunas palabras, pero se hallaba a tope de capacidad y solo podía respirar cuando los cercanos tomaban el control.

—Bailemos y luego quedémonos en la mesa, pronto todo terminará —prometió esperando que aquello la alentara.

—De acuerdo —aceptó mirando alrededor con punzante estrés.

Se movieron al centro de la pista mientras los invitados abrían paso, manos encontrándose y comenzando a moverse al ritmo de la música. La observó y analizó hasta que intentó distraerla, en un punto advirtiendo que ni siquiera sus roces la afectaban por el aturdimiento.

—¿Princesa? —llamó acunando una mejilla, por primera vez usando un apodo cariñoso.

—¿Aemond? —preguntó confundida saliendo del ensimismamiento, por primera vez desde la ceremonia tomando verdadera conciencia del masculino.

Rara vez las bodas era momentos de celebración para los protagonistas, pero el ahogo en ella lo preocupó.

—Nuestro momento aquí ha terminado, retirémonos.

—¿Podemos? —indagó esperanzada amagando a buscar a Alicent por confirmación, pero él la retuvo.

—Somos los festejados pero todos están ebrios y divirtiéndose con los suyos, no nos extrañarán.

Agarrándola de la mano y entrelazando los dedos, abrió camino y la sacó del salón.

—¿Dónde vamos?

—Mi habitación —respondió sabiendo que la propuesta despertaba una nueva inquietud.

Los pasillos se vaciaron por completo a medida que avanzaban por distintas alas, en un punto él agarrando parte del vestido y ayudándola a subir escaleras.

—Nunca estuve en este sector del castillo, será la primera vez que conozca… donde descansas.

—Espero no decepcionarte, mantengo la decoración al mínimo —dijo con fingida calma.

—Lo dudo, eres excepcional.

—Pronto lo descubriremos —tragó con dificultad apretándole la mano.

Frenaron ante una gruesa y oscura puerta, la cual Aemond abrió antes de animarla a ingresar primero. La observó atento y apreció como sus maquillados ojos iban a distintas partes del espacio, intrigados absorbiendo aquel territorio foráneo.

—Es acogedor, disfruto los colores —admitió conforme, inconscientemente jugando con los dedos.

El Targaryen realizó un sonido y acortó la distancia, entonces logrando contacto visual y apreciando los pensamientos del otro.

—Puedes tomar asiento, si quieres —ofreció señalando los dos sillones individuales frente la chimenea.

—Mmm… —inspiró dubitativa y torció fuerte las manos—. ¿Podría pedirte un favor? —preguntó, en un parpadeo ambas orejas quedando en llamas.

—Lo que sea —respondió, un nudo en el estómago comenzando a formarse.

—¿Me ayudarías con la ropa? Han pasado muchas horas y estaría más cómoda con menos encima.

Aemond aguantó la sorpresa y encajó la mandíbula, antes de darse cuenta yendo a posición y trabajando en los botones de encaje. Deshizo uno por uno mientras analizaba el fino trabajo, pero pronto toda la atención fue a ella y la forma en que intentaba no temblar. Admiró el cuello y como los pequeños cabellos se mantenían erizados, al terminar tentativamente tomándola de las caderas y admirando como la piel reaccionaba. Trazó círculos con los pulgares e, incapaz de contener el impulso, se inclinó a besar la nuca cayendo en inmediata embriaguez por el dulce aroma.

—Eres hermosa —ronroneó en el proceso de deslizar las manos al frente.

—¿D-De verdad?

—Absolutamente —confirmó dejando otro beso en la zona y volteándola.

Cuidadoso elevó una mano y la acarició en el rostro, fascinado observando como la piel se pintaba en cada roce.

—Aemond...

—No haremos nada que no quieras —murmuró aferrándose a la poca claridad mental que le quedaba.

Aguardó una respuesta y, para su sorpresa, la femenina se inclinó a besarlo.

—¿Desear que me toques es incorrecto?

El planteo envío un nuevo tipo de emoción y perdió el aliento durante unos segundos, pero con calma liberó cualquier inseguridad.

—Avisa cuando algo esté fuera de límite.

Tomando parte del vestido y bajándolo, la noche de bodas dio comienzo entre movimientos indecisos y nerviosos. Aemond imitó a su esposa e hizo lo mejor posible en mantener la compostura, pero la forma en que respiraban demostraba la aceleración.

Exploró cada sector de piel que revelaba y quemó en la memoria toda reacción, nebulosa llenando la mente ante los sonidos y agarres de la femenina. Recorrió la extensión de la columna y acunó el vientre bajo, donde inspiró profundo ante el gemido que llegó a sus oídos.

—Vamos a la cama —pidió tomándolo por los hombros.

Aemond salió de la embriaguez y asintió llevándola a la comodidad del colchón. Quitó sus propias prendas y se colocó encima, brevemente buscando algún signo de arrepentimiento antes de seguir. El momento parecía irreal, luego de tantos meses de adorar como cada acción los aceraba finalmente su turno de caer había llegado.

Perdido en el momento, fue completamente consciente de lo dicho y hecho cuando bajó del éxtasis. Lanzó el pelo hacia atrás y aligeró el agarre en la cintura femenina, quien, a su vez, se recuperaba del placer. Al verse la realidad de lo acontecido inevitablemente los puso en un ambiente extraño al ninguno ser especialmente experto en cuestiones de sabanas.

—¿Estás bien? —preguntó Aemond rompiendo el silencio.

—Si… ¿Tú? —contestó evitando ahondar en los detalles de lo que experimentaba física y emocionalmente.

—También —asintió en el proceso de analizar como brillaba a la luz del fuego y las velas.

La femenina sonrió y bajó la mirada de manera pensativa, él recorriendo su rostro mientras quitaba cualquier cabello rebelde que pudiera molestarle.

—Desde la cena de presentación has sido gentil y considerado conmigo, incluso esta noche has tomado todas las precauciones por mí, así que… gracias. Estoy feliz de ser tu esposa.

El corazón de Aemond se estrechó y con profundo cariño la besó, el intercambio siendo lento y lejano a la agresividad pasional de hace unos momentos. Definitivamente no era el mejor con las palabras y todo este tiempo vivió de empujarla a reaccionar con supuestas acciones inocentes, pero lo conmovía que hubiera podido ver más allá y notar que realmente deseaba cuidarla.

Sinceramente no importaba ante quien debería arrodillarse para agradecer que el mundo los encontrara, pero la dama que en primavera conoció lo tendría del corazón hasta el último aliento.

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[imcherrycola]

Just imagine a Rhaenyra x reader scenario.

In which, Rhaenyra chooses you, a female guard to be her sworn sword instead of Sir Crispin Cole. During the time you spend with her, you both get close to the point of falling in love with one another. Also you both begin having a romantic affair. When finding out about her getting married, you're cool about it because you understand her situation and you know that your relationship would never be approved off plus it would be a scandal. You attend her wedding.

Later on, you're still her sworn sword. (If you both end your relationship, you're still her sworn protecter and loyal friend or you're still together but you both included Harwin Strong in this.) You were the one to meet her sons as well as to help take her with Leanor, to Alicent to look at the baby which really pissed you off (Alicent probably had a feeling that you and Rhaenyra are a thing). You were with her the entire time at Leana's funeral and when Aemond got his eye cut out, you also threatened to kill Crispin if he went near the Luce. Daemon knew about your affair because he noticed how you and Rhaenyra would "sneakily" look at each other. He doesn't mind at all, shit he'll even ask to join the two. I'm a whore of course you're at their wedding.

When you go back to king's landing because of Vaemond's petition, you're the one that slices his head off instead of Deamon because no one insults your girlfriend in front of you. You're also at the dinner but not as a guard but as a part of Rhaenyra's family. You also are the one to hold both Jace and Luke, plus escorting them back to their rooms. You're with Rhaenyra the whole time during her miscarriage and during her daughter's Funeral. You're also the first person to bend the knee to her when she's crowned Queen.

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[cambion-companion]

Suitor: So, my lady, what says you?

Y/N, seething: I says that if you don't leave me the fuck alone I'll rip your dick off

Suitor: How da-

Y/N: Your luck and my patience are the two things you don't want to push right now.

No but actually.

Aemond watching like: 👁〰️⚫️💕

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Dark!Aemond Targaryen: Size Difference

Pairing: Dark Aemond Targaryen x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Short reader; Non-con; Forced Breeding; Forced Pregnancy.

AN: I got inspired to write this out of nowhere. Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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Aemond is absolutely infatuated with the way he towers over you. How the top of your head is barely able to reach his shoulder. How small and powerless you appear next to him. 

It fills him with flaming desire and possessiveness to see your small delicate figure next to his robust one. The things he could do to you, if only you were married already. 

He never skips the chance to ask your hand for one (or too many) dances, admiring the way his large hand envelopes your smaller one entirely and he can’t stop imagining how one single hand of his could cover your entire breast. The way you have to tilt your head upwards to be able to face him. 

The fact that he’s enamored by you isn’t missed by the court. Rumors and gossip of the young and fierce prince having fallen for you. Your parent’s are overjoyed when a marriage proposal comes for you and even though you're not certain about Aemond, you bow your head and accept your duty. 

Once you’re officially betrothed, Aemon will be much less careful when it comes to letting you know about his obsession for you. He’s always around you, continuously requesting your presence in the library to spend time together or summoning you for some supper together. 

His hand will linger around the small of your back for more time than appropriate as he guides you through the extensive gardens for a morning walk. His hands enveloping your neck as he presents you with a diamond necklace. 

If it’s a social event, Aemond will remain fixed by your side, a cold expression on his face as people approach you to speak. He doesn’t allow any man to ask your hand to dance, his eye squinting with annoyance if they dare to talk to you. 

Aemond swears that the day of your wedding is the most marvelous day he’s lived. Even though you hold a solemn expression, Aemond still adoringly gazes at you, your delicate figure on the gorgeous white dress making his cock painfully ache for you. 

That night, he’ll let out all of the filthy fantasies he’s been dreaming about. 

As soon as you get to your private chambers, Aemond is quick to rip you out of the dress, shocking you to say the least. He swallows all of your protests with an intense kiss, easily holding you down on the bed with his hands intertwining your own on each side of your head. 

It’s a struggle to fit his wide cock inside your tiny pussy and your wails of pain are more than enough to prove that, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. 

You’re so tight around his cock that Aemond can’t pull away from you. He fucks you with rough thrusts that make the bed quiver, his hips continuously hitting you with immense force, causing shaken wails from you. 

He forgets about your pain, focusing on his own pleasure as he keeps thrusting you with long, deep strokes. His face close to your tear stained one, features contorted by pain as your new husband doesn’t seem to stop any time soon. 

Aemond is restless, fucking you several times over the course of the night, even though you’re sore and tired. You’re not strong enough to stop him and he won’t cave in. He fills you over and over again until he’s sure you’ve taken his seed, his babe growing inside you. 

In the morning, the maids are surprised to find you in a miserable state, dark bags and red eyes with the bed in a complete mess. But the way your inner thighs are covered in Aemond’s cum is more than enough to say everything. 

Needless to say that your wedding night won’t be the last, Aemond’s insatiable when it comes to having you. He can easily bend you down, forcing you into any position he wants as you’re no match for him. He peppers you in kisses, muttering sweet words as he fucks you desperately. 

Soon, you’re with child and Aemond is more in love with you than ever. It’s a dream for him, seeing you getting so big and fragile with his child growing inside you. That’s something he intends to keep doing for as long as you can give him babes. 

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[vhagarlovebot]

gwen, i need ur thought on dilf/older!aemond !!

MEAN!DILF AEMOND — NSFW, MINORS DNI.

♡. ── pics credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: dilf!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

content warnings: 18+, explicit content, aemond is in his late 30s, reader is in her early 20s, dubcon, somnophilia, mean!dilf aemond, marking/biting, edging, possessive!aemond, dacryphilia, degradation, praising, aftercare.

note: sorry it took me so long! if there are any mistakes i apologize but english is not my first language. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated!

aemond targaryen and you met after you answered his anonymous ad looking for a babysitter. you were struggling with college and paying rent, so it was something you really needed. and so aemond needed it too.

aemond emailed you an address for your first meeting and you almost fell off the chair when you googled the place; a very fancy restaurant in the upper side of town.

you dressed in your best clothes, a decent dress you knew would help you make a good impression, and made your way to the restaurant, so anxious you had to stop at the entrance and take a deep breath.

when the host led you to the table, you were met with the last person you were expecting. there, on a table for three, was sitting aemond targaryen—the ceo of one of the biggest corporations in westeros and member of one of the most renowned families—next to a silver haired girl clinging to his arm.

after you got over your initial shock and learned that he was actually really kind and easy going under that ‘dark’ facade he always showed to everyone—not that you really knew him, it was all based on the countless interviews on magazines—you were able to relax and answer all his questions.

you were also able to ask him anything and clear all doubt you had. you even talked to the little girl, vaella, who was no older than four years old.

your first weeks you didn’t see aemond. he told he was closing a very big deal and that you would need go stay at home to take care of his little girl. and you had no problem, everywhere was better than living with your very annoying roommate.

but once that job was finished. you started seeing him at home more often which only made you more nervous and uncomfortable. because every time you turned around, he was there leaning against the door watching you play with vaella, or simply looking at you from behind the newspaper while you feed vaella her breakfast.

the intensity in his gaze made your skin burn. every time you caught him checking you out, a shiver would roll down your neck as a warmth pooled in your lower belly at the thought of him finding you attractive. it made you feel good.

aemond made the first move one night after vaella fell asleep and found you next to her, asleep too.

aemond took you in his arms, wanting to leave you on the guest room and retreat to his own to rest, when he heard you mumble his name in your sleep. “what was that, kid?” he asked you, fingers caressing your cheek, aware you were dreaming. “oh fuck—aemond,” you moaned, and he couldn’t help the smirk that made its way onto his face.

it didn’t matter to him that you were sleeping. after all it was of him you were dreaming of and he would not let that slide.

you thought you were having a very vivid dream, his hands on your body felt a little too realistic but you were enjoying it; you knew it was wrong and fucked up even in your subconscious but it feel too good to made yourself wake up. if you couldn’t make those fantasies come true, you will have him in your dreams.

aemond squeezed your breast, hand slipping past the waistband of your pants and cupping your cunt. you moaned, eyes slowly fluttering open. it didn’t scare you seeing him so close, eyes so dark you couldn’t see his irises anymore. “was it a good dream?” he teased you, lips attaching to your left breast. it feel even better than your dream.

aemond wasn’t gentle that night.

but you like when he manhandles you and uses you for his own pleasure. if you’re a good girl and take everything he gives you, he lets you cum.

aemond likes to tease you. even more so when you are at one of the events he’s hosting at his house. you are always around because he likes to keep his daughter around. and he’s not going to lie, he likes seeing you all flustered when you caught him looking at you from across the room.

he would introduce you as his daughter’s babysitter, a hand on your lower back, thumb caressing your bare skin as he keeps a straight face as if he didn’t made you cum until your legs were trembling just a few minutes ago, hiding from everyone behind a bookshelf.

aemond would see you trying to hide the bite marks he left on your neck with a smirk on his face. he has to bite his lips to stop himself from chuckling when he sees people eyes darting to the place where the marks are more dark and visible, your face heating up at noticing it too.

he’s not an idiot, he sees how some of the men look at you, even asking him very inappropriate questions about you. aemond tries his best to hide his anger, clenching his jaw and excusing himself.

you end up bent over his desk on his studio after one particular men tried to flirt with you. “parading yourself like a slut. can’t even leave you alone for one minute.” he grunts, pulling down his pants.

when you’re watching a movie with vaella, aemond likes to have his hand on your thighs, squeezing and caressing just inches away from when you need him. you look at him, pleading, but he doesn’t even look in your direction, pretending to pay attention to the movie playing in the background.

and when he notices that you’re not able to keep still, parting your legs and bucking your hips up, trying to make him touch you, he slaps your thigh, nails digging onto the soft flesh making you whimper. “pathetic slut, you have no respect for my daughter.” he laughs at you, removing his hand.

aemond punishes you for being so greedy, edging you all night until you’re a crying mess and can’t think straight.

you sob, hot salty tears streaming down your face. “please, please!” you don’t even know what you are begging for. aemond feels bad for a second until he feels you tighten around his fingers, a dark laugh falling off his lips. “you like this, stop being a fucking baby and take it.”

and when he finally slides in, it’s too much. you’ve been at it for hours, and you’re too sensitive so you try to push him away but he pins your hips to the bed, frowning down at you and forcing you to take him to the hilt.

aemond has to put a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. “you need to keep it down, sweetheart. don’t want to wake vaella up, do we?”

aemond likes praising you, especially when you’ve been such a good girl for him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with you.

“doing s’good for me, sweetheart.” he says, brushing a strand of hair out of your sweaty forehead and hips thrusting into you.

when he finally lets you cum, it’s devastating. it leaves you trembling, muscles going limp.

aemond always asks you where you want him to cum and your answer is always inside. he likes to hear you say it, he cums hard every time, painting your walls white.

after you both come down from your high, he does not hesitate to wrap you in his arms and kiss your temple, whispering soft words in your ear.

aemond cleans you up, gives you water, runs a bath for you and even gives you a massage. he lets you rest on his bed while he makes something to eat and checks on his daughter. he spoils you.

“you were such a good girl, it’s the least i can do.” he says, softly kissing your lips, after you try to get up and help him. “you need to rest, sweetheart.”

and the next morning when he sees you having trouble to walk straight or even sit, he needs to hide his smile behind his hand. seeing you that way only helps to feed his ego.

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[missglaskin]

Yan!HOTD Characters as Greek Gods

I want to thank @aphroditelovesu for giving me the inspiration, also side note do not take the gods canonical relationships literally

Viserys as Hades + God of the Underworld and the Dead

Viserys was a god who stood out from the gloomy darkness of his realm. The seat once shared by his beloved wife is now long dead with all the other souls. No temples were erected in his honor on the earthly soil, for the underworld served as his shrine. Still, Viserys lent many of his powers and crafts to help the other gods defeat their enemies, either it be a monster or a titan. When he needed to see his family, he would emerge to the earth itself. There a moral caught his eye. 

Viserys spent a great deal of time observing your everyday life. He enjoyed catching on to all your little habits and tendencies. The god was prepared to wait until your life's string came to an end. In the mean time, all good things came your way. While he wouldn't be able to stop your death from happening, he can certainly make it as peaceful and painless as possible. Viserys will welcome you with the greatest warmth when you arrive in his realm, and you will be surrounded by servants who will carry out your every wish.

Just as he has done all those other times Viserys will give you the time and space you need to adjust to this new, strange world. Desiring your happiness, Viserys might let you visit Earth but only for a short time. The god can't go too long without you by his side. He detests the idea of using coercion to get what he wants, but Viserys must make sure you never leave him. It is a blessing that you are a mortal, completely unaware of the pomegranate seeds that are given to you.

Daemon as Ares + God of War and Courage 

It was Daemon, out of all the gods, who was most frowned upon, the one with the endless list of foes. Many came to fear him and they had every reason to. For Daemon was a powerful god-quick to anger and raring for a fight regardless of the consequences. A jest spread among the gods was that Daemon's one and only true love was war itself. But what a shock it was to see the mortal in the god's arms. With his remarks and the severe violence he inflicted upon the mortals, Daemon, again and again demonstrated nothing but contempt and superiority over them.

Why you attracted the god of war's attention will forever remain a mystery. Could it be you had a fire inside of you that never went out or you had such a gentle soul that the god saw it as his duty to ruin you, or perhaps he saw you as a fair trade for one of his victories. Truthfully, Daemon himself is not fully sure what drew him to you. Still, the god comes to you, luring you in with lavish gifts and words sweet as honey. And if you aren’t compliant, the god sees no issue picking you up while you struggle to free yourself-screaming and clawing. 

Daemon has no care for what other Olympian deities thought when he kept you near him. They were already not fond of him and he was amused to no end to see their frustration, even having you displayed seated on his lap. Your life with Daemon is strangely not as dull and miserable as one might anticipate. He will always be rough and harsh, but you are shown a rare side of gentleness. You may never know if the god truly loves you, but you can be sure that if someone takes what he views as his, he will go to war a hundred times over it.

Rhaenyra as Athena + Goddess of Wisdom and War

Rhaenyra is a goddess with pride. A great warrior. Rhaenyra does not, however, hold humankind in such low regard as the many gods who came before her. She saw herself as their protector and rewarded those who came to worship in her temple. But it's not as if she isn't dangerous. The goddess is unmerciful in her use of curses. Any offense or insult will result in a terrible fate. And what fate bestows upon you when the goddess herself watches you. Desiring you from the very moment she caught sight of you. 

She is a master of disguise. Every word she spoke enticed you further and further into her grasp. There were the fleeting touches the goddess made to your skin to pique your desire. Her lips were painted with a smile that lowered your guard. You find yourself becoming a puppet as Rhaenyra hovers over you, pulling the strings to speak the words she wants you to hear, to touch her how she wants to be touched, and look at her how she wants to be gazed upon. 

Rhaenyra never wants you to leave her realm. The goddess is ready to gift you whatever your heart desires, but the earth is no longer a place you can call home. Rhaenyra will never lay a hand on you; gentle and soft with you. The only times you no longer see your lover but the goddess of war is if you are foolish enough to believe you can get away from her. She won’t understand. Has she not dedicated herself to you. Has she not given you every ounce of her heart. Whatever the reason is, your place remains by her side and she will make sure you know of this.

Rhaenys as Hecate + Goddess of Magic and the Moon

Rhaenys, the goddess of sorcery and the moon, who her domain also extends to creatures of the night; particularly hounds and ghosts. She’s often seen accompanied by her black hounds, donning a long robe, holding burning torches. Neither was she evil, nor was she wholly benevolent, but she did reveal her nature through actions, rewarding loyalty among her followers. Captivated by your presence in her temple, the goddess of sorcery was drawn to your compassion and innocence. She found herself spending more time just observing you, enchanted by how your features glowed in the gentle embrace of moonlight. 

Rhaenys has always been confident and assertive, when she’s certain that she desires you, she’ll do whatever it takes to have you by her side. However, she’ll stray away from using force. If she’ll seek your companionship, Rhaenys resolutes in waiting it be your choice, to love her the same rather than do it with instilling fear in you. Her introduction was gradual, allowing you to adapt in time to her presence. Much of this is involved in simple conversations, where she enjoys getting to know the little details of your life (even if she already knew most of it). 

Instead of overwhelming you with extravagant gifts, she opted for small trinkets. And adding to the ease of your connection, Rhaenys’s mystical hounds display a fondness for you, allowing you to pet them. Even when you remain in her domain, Rhaenys remains steadfast in not forcing you to love her. She has all the patience as the goddess begins to slowly express her affection more openly with gentle caresses to your face as she presents you with more lavish gifts. Her patience was rewarded seeing how eager you are to spend every moment with her.

Corlys as Poseidon + God of the Sea and Waters

Not only was Corlys the god of the seas but also associated with earthquakes and horses. He stood out as a highly ambitious deity and known for his unwavering loyalty to Mount Olympus. Unlike some deities, Corlys is willing to engage with mortals, after all, they have a dependence on the seas for trade and travel. However, it’s also known that when dealing with the god of the sea, do not try to trick or cross him, for he has demonstrated a vengeful nature when felt insulted. 

It was during your many ventures near the beach, having a profound love and fascination for the sea that you encountered the god of the sea. In your frequent visits, the shores yielded treasures ranging from the most beautiful seashells to even a literal pearl, a gift from the god. Upon making his presence known, Corlys takes matters into his own hands. Taking you to the temple beneath the sea as he cannot rely on chance encounters by the shore and it’ll save him all the trouble of finding you if you choose to never visit again. 

Your place from now on remains with Corly’s temple. He has made promises to make you visit the shore from time to time once he’s confident you won’t attempt an escape. Eager to please, Corlys has an allure of lost treasures within his home, offering you any if you desire. He also takes great care to ensure your comfort, harboring no intention of causing harm or raising his voice. His desire is clear- to have you willingly at his side. 

Laena as Aphrodite + Goddess of Love and Beauty

Laena was more than just being thegoddess of beauty and love; she was one of fertility, pleasure, and eternal youth. Occasionally she presided over marriage. Legends went so far as to attribute her beauty to being the cause of the Trojan War. Despite her being desired and adored by everyone, even capturing the affections of the infamous god of war himself, Laena's heart chose you; a mortal who didn’t seem all that extraordinary. But none of that mattered to the goddess of love, who found herself drawn to you, desiring nothing more than for you to share her boundless love and adoration. 

When Laena first approached you, she displayed no hesitation in expressing her clear intentions of wanting to court you. Doves and sparrows seemed to fly around you. In the vicinity of your home, myrtles and roses bloomed abundantly and Laena took it upon herself to personally hand you the blossoms, alongside the most marvelous seashells. Whenever you expressed gratitude or attempted to deny her gifts out of politeness, Laena would firmly assure you that you deserved nothing but the best. As she would engage in conversations, Laena would hold your gaze, running her fingers on your cheek or shoulder with such tenderness. 

Even after you became hers, Laena never stops showering you with praise and luscious gifts. The dresses she adorned you with were among the most lavish you had ever seen, and men would certainly go to war for the jewelry that adorned your skin. And for her home, which she claims is now your home too, she’s willing more than anything to accommodate any of your demands to make it all the more welcoming. Whether it’s placing all your favorite books or presenting you all your favorite foods. After all, you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with her.  

Otto as Zeus + God of the Sky and Thunder 

Otto stood as the god among gods, the force behind the establishment of order and justice in Olympus. It was his duty as king, to reign and ensure harmony throughout the divine realm. He had a number of children; it counted those that were outside of his marriage. Mortals and gods alike collectively averted their gaze, as the god of thunder desired to maintain an image of a prudent and a pious. And while like any god, he considered himself above mortal beings, he would observe them with keen interest. 

Unfortunate for you, if you happened to catch his eye, resisting him was a futile endeavor. It began with him orchestrating ways to make your life more comfortable — discovering the lushest trees near your home, bearing the most delectable fruits you'd ever savor. An eagle, acting as his messenger, would shower you with all sorts of gifts, from fragrant olive oils to delicate silver coins and ivory trinkets. The weather seemed to dance to his whims, birds serenading under the radiant sun.

It was also his way to signal his presence, a silent acknowledgment a being beyond the mortal realms was watching. And when his presence becomes known, he vows to treasure you for eternity (hinting at what’ll become of your mortal life). It’s difficult to deny him with all the myriad blessings he bestowed upon you. Once you’re brought to his home, he will present you with a luxurious silk robe and servants who dutifully follow your every command. Even if you resist, his determination remains unswayed. As a god, time was his ally and he believed in due course, you would succumb to his temptations.

Alicent as Hera + Goddess of Marriage and Childhood

Alicent stood as the embodiment of matrimony and domestic life, a revered figure to whom women turned in prayer for the blessings of harmonious marriages, the safe return of their husbands, and in hopes of birthing a healthy child. Despite her attempts to project a demure demeanor, the goddess had a silent reputation for her jealousy and occasional vengefulness. Alicent had divine authority, navigating the intricate game of politics and perhaps that was why no one dared to question her decision to bring a mortal being along.  

It was all under the reason of needing a servant though you were not yet married, still, no one dared to voice it. As her supposed servant, you were strangely exempt from menial tasks such as washing clothes or scrubbing the floor; such duties were deemed beneath you. Instead, the majority of your days were spent in the company of the goddess. You found yourself dressing and brushing Alicent’s hair as she shared her grievances about the perceived foolishness surrounding her court. 

Your time was further consumed by tending to Hera’s children and grandchildren, and her strictures extended to where you were not permitted to eat meals with other servants. In truth, the goddess had little need for another servant. But you a mortal, had sought her prayer, coming to her temple wishing for a happy life for the arrangement your parents orchestrated for you. But Alicent had been watching you long before and you have become the object of her desire. She promised to find you a suitor but the intensity of her gaze and the uncanny resemblance between the necklace of hers and the one she gifted you hints at something beyond that. 

Aegon II as Dionysus + God of Wine and Pleasure 

Aegon is known for seemingly lazy nature and rarely being seen sober, he’s notorious for the wild parties and dramatic theaters he orchestrates. The many lovers he has are ones that no one bothers to learn their names, as they typically don’t linger beyond a day. The few bastards he fathered are not accounted for. When the god of wines comes upon you, there was an unmistakable eagerness to have you in his bed. While you and others are at no fault to assume that it was driven solely by lust, you soon find it unraveled beyond that. 

As a mortal, the prospect of rejecting a god was not a reasonable one. His presence was suffocating with a possessive jealousy over your interactions with others and an incessant need for you to be near him. At times, he would pull you into his lap, craving for your affection and praise. Besides his constant need to have you share his bed at every turn, his lingering hands, and wanting your every attention, it’s not as terrible as one initially assumes. 

The god of wine provided you with the sweetest food, accompanied of course by his signature wine. He adorned you in exquisite clothing, though in the privacy of his chambers, they were far more revealing and sheer. While it was somewhat accepted to have fleeting lovers for a day, appearing with you by his side on every occasion garnered disapproval from the other gods. However, Aegon was indifferent; no stranger to being considered a disappointment. You were the one thing he was sure of, even harboring a secret desire to make you immortal, hoping you don’t notice how different your wine tastes.

Helaena as Persephone + Goddess of Seasons and Vegetation

Helaena possessed a kind of gentleness that was unusual among the gods. She carried herself with such grace and consideration. Helaena grew up to be a lovely woman who caught the interest of gods and humans alike. With mortals, the goddess did not look down on them. If anything, Helaena seemed to see the goodness and beauty in them despite all of their flaws. It therefore comes as no great surprise when the goddess seems so enchanted by you-a simple mortal. 

Helaena spent many days watching you. She possessed unending patience. What a fascinating sight you are. Deemed by the goddess to be the most beautiful being to ever walk this earth. Helaena cared nothing more than your happiness hence why you come home to a plethora of gifts and trinkets. It could be the most delicious fruit you've ever eaten or a dress the goddess sewed herself. And wherever you are, you found plants growing all around that never seem to wither-fruits and vegetables you never imagined would ever grow there.

Helaena was content as long as she could see you every day. Even if she couldn't speak or stand before you. All that mattered to her was to see your lovely smile as you open her gifts or to hear your joyful laughter. But shall you wish to meet her. Shall you seem unsatisfied with your life. Helaena will make her presence known. The goddess is nothing but a tender lover. Giving you all the time you need to adjust to her realm. Happy to watch from a distance and just speak with you.

Aemond as Apollo - God of Sun and Art

Aemond was also a god of music, truth, and healing, he was considered wise even at such a relatively young age. He enjoyed writing poems and believed in law and order. Unlike his brother, Aemond was recognized for his numerous contributions, particularly in the realms of medicine and prophecy. Aemond shows intense loyalty to his family and a great love for his mother but also is known for his jealousy and a wrathful nature; particularly when he perceives insults directed at his family or either himself. 

Many of your actions could’ve caught his eye, your visits to his temple, your singing voice echoing through the fields, how you immersed yourself far away from everyone else with the books you read. He doesn’t wish to frighten you,  guided by a gentle approach to engage you in conversations. You can feel his gaze follow you, a silent presence that seems to accompany your every move. In due time, Aemond would express his desire for you to be his lover, to not only give him your body, but your mind and soul. Even if you do not share his feelings, denying him is not advisable, Aemond is not one for rejections. 

Even if you were to deny him, Aemond would still bring you to Mount Olympus, introducing you to the other gods, making sure you understood that your place belonged with him. And while he attempts to give you some space, the god of the sun cannot bring himself to stay away. Aemond sought to spend every moment of the day with you, from sharing the same bed, to waking together to sharing meals. He yearns to hear your every thought from the flowers you liked to your opinion on the poetry he’s dedicated to you.

Criston as Heracles + Demi- God of Strength and Heroes

Criston was born a mortal. Yet even as a child, Criston showed such strength and courage unmatched by any other. He has proven to be a fierce warrior over the years. While he was hailed as a hero, many of his rage-fueled actions beg to differ. It took Criston to die to be reborn as the Demi-god. Taken from the flames to Mount Olympus where he was granted eternal youth and the right to live among the gods. He was offered a goddess, but Criston had his eyes set somewhere else.

Criston believes he must protect you. That you need him far more than he needs you. You are just a mere mortal. One fall can be fatal. Doesn't matter that his involvement could be the very reason your life is at forfeit. Makes no difference the many times you struggle and try to escape him. Criston holds you in his arms, repeating the same mantra over and over. That you have a need for him. That he must shield you from all those who will harm you. He rarely leaves your side, and no amount of begging or insults will convince him to do so.

As your lover, you have a man capable of crushing a village to ruins, capable of winning against an army. You bring out the worst in him, the madness. A madness seen in the mere thought of you being in another’s arms. Criston won't accept the possibility of your death. He was blessed with the gift of immortality and will stop at nothing to grant you the same blessing. A wonderful thought to him, but a nightmare to you. Given the chaos that will be left behind, the gods may grant him his wish.

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[yoursinfulurges]

Serpentine

Martell!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: "Perhaps I will be the first to to prompt such obedience from you... To make you bow. To bend you... To break you..."

The reader rides a giant snake bc why not.

Your ethnicity is not specified.

Also apologies in advance as I stray heavily from accurate information. I mainly used Dorne and the Martells as a place holder so this is my own narrative. For the sake of this story Dorne is it's own independent land. Viserys isn't dying in this fic because he needs to catch a break so all is right except for the classic disfunction Targaryen family. I might make this a series but right now it's a oneshot.

Word Count: 6k

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The air laid heavy today as the undying heat of the desert dunes takes it's toll on you. Tearing your eyes away from the sea horizon your gaze wanders to the Sunspear port, small and far away but still so clearly visible to your bedroom tower. With uneasiness, your focal point lands on a large black ship bearing the Targaryen house symbol. Bold and imposing painted proudly on the black sails. You wonder if they were already in the castle, not knowing how late of the hour the ship got here, just that when you awoken it was miraculously there. As a Warrior Princess you pride yourself in never letting your nerves get to you but as of this moment you were a mess of anxiety, succumbing to all the ill thoughts and worries that sparked restlessness within you.

It felt stupid to be so choked up about such a frivolous thing, you always knew this day was going to come and that it was expected of you. But to have it be under such unexpected terms was gut wrenching. All your life you knew that you would never marry for love and you were alright with that, but you had at least hoped it was to somebody you were familiar with. And by familiar you did not mean this. The Targaryens were your rival house, or so it had been.

In attempts to amend old wounds your father had promised your hand to the second born prince of King Viserys Targaryen. A union that neither you or Aemond had expected, as it seemed rather out of place. Dorne is the least populated of the Seven Kingdoms and your people differ both culturally and physically from all of Westeros. So a marriage proposal from the well esteemed house Targaryen to the Martells appeared to be a myth of the First Men.

Although you weren't one to engage in pessimistic thoughts, arguably it made more sense for you to be married off to an Allyrion or Blackmont. Established noble houses of your region. The Targaryens were barbaric outsiders with tendencies to take whatever they want by bloodshed, they pave their own way with fire without regards for others. Luckily it isn't in your nature to bend and be trampled on so easily. It was known to all that your bloodlines were never meant to cross fates. The tale of how the silver haired angel fell from her grace off her dying dragons back, was a victory Dorne relished greatly in. It was a momentous triumph for history that proved the power of your people and the Martells. Aegon conquered all of Westeros but Dorne.

Some would say that there is no greater threat to the Targaryens than your bloodline. And you agreed, they had their dragons and you had your sand snakes, one venomous bite is enough to kill seven full grown dragons. Admittedly, it was a smart political move, although unforseen. A union with such bravado would surely strengthen both houses, and serve as a great threat to those who dare challenged the crown. You did feel a sense of pride not only in your house but in yourself as well, as the good of the realm rested on you.

But truthfully you were hesitant and weary, praying to the gods all goes well. As great as this union was, it also served to be quite dangerous, and can potentially be one of the most foolish mistakes all of Westeros had ever seen. If you aren't able to get along well enough, or even tolerate Aemond then goodwill will be lost and all of the realm will be set on fire. You would never purposely encourage war, but you had your own ways of living. And you understood greatly that you were far more fortunate than many women in Kingslanding. That being said, you intend to fight for your honor and dignity by all means necessary. Regardless if whether or not your husband turned out to be quite a piece of work.

You understood the true reason for your marriage, despite it being poorly concealed behind optimistic words from King Viserys. You would make it a point to yourself to do your best to serve your duty. But above all that must come your freedom and rights. Those are values you cannot afford to sacrifice. Although you doubt that the King would be malicious enough to pour honey into your fathers ears, only to set you up to be treated badly. A part of you wondered if there was any veracity to his words.

In his letter he emphasized the silent disdain your families both had for eachother, and he that wanted to put an end to things. If that is his true intentions or not was unclear, but you are not so easily trusting. You had never witnessed this so called fued between your families for yourself, having never left Dorne before. But you've heard stories of how defiant your uncles have been in court. Purposely refusing to bend the knee to the crown in their own kingdom, which of course prompted a rightful murder in your opinion. It was disrespectful and improper so therefore justified, and you were never fond of your uncles. However, this of course gave your father grounds to loathe the Targaryens. But he was much more cordial than his brothers, as he was a forgiving man.

To say that you were anxious for your husband-to-be's arrival was an understatement. You knew that your cultures varied so vastly, so what if he deemed what you were wearing improper? It was quite scandalous by the Crownlands standards but they were in your kingdom now. And truthfully it would be highly improper and frowned upon for them to chastise you in anyway. Not that you cared if they did, you had your own way of dressing and by your standards this was your idea of dressing for the occasion. You had decided to wear white instead of your house colors, it was a sign that you welcome them and were ready to accept their customs. Funnily enough, white was the color of purity and you represent anything but. Your dress was a simple one in your eyes. Soft and long in material adorned with a cape. Floral embroidery decorated the bodice of the dress, and around your waist tied a svelte sylphlike rope, casting a certain refinery to your aura. The neckline plunged low and the gown displayed two meticulous slits down the front, showcasing your thighs.

While yes it did seem rather unseemly to the unfamiliar eyes, you were not going to sacrifice your comfort and culture for the sake of decency. There was a reason to be in so little layers, the sun and heat of sahara was unkind. Sighing in content your eyes wanders over to your bed, landing on a sheathed dagger. You had put it out earlier and was originally planning on bearing it but decided not to with the advice of your mother. Scoffing at her words that rang so vividly in your ears you picked up the weapon. It was light and delicate, well as delicate as blades can get. The knife shined a pure sterling silver, unlike any other color you've seen before, well complementing your dress. It was curved in shape, mimicking a claw of sorts and the hilt was marbled with the texture of pearls. Beautiful, it was a fitting weapon for a princess of your stature. Disregarding your mothers words, you fastened the dagger around your waist, thus completing your outfit. If they dared say anything about your obscenity you would cut their tongue out of their mouth.

"Princess? They are ready for you." A member of your fathers small council alerted. Breaking you from your trance, his voice muffled slightly by your bedroom door.

The walk to the throne room was agonizing, though you held a strong and cold demeanor to the passing eye, inside you were dying. With sweaty palms you fear your head was going to explode by the amount of worries that whirlwind within it. You know little of the man you are said to marry, only hushed whispers that had managed to travel past the narrow sea. Being aware that he was a warrior, much like you, though he has little to no experience in the battlefield. You also knew that he rides the largest dragon in all of Westeros and unfortunately because of it he only has one eye. You were rather impartial on that fact, whilst yes your father did stress on you that the match wasn't ideal because of it, truthfully you did not care. After all, what's a missing eye to someone who has disfigured and tormented so many. You've had your fair shares of experience, as much as your father would allow you, but at this point you have seen it all. Honestly you were just glad to receive a match that's the same age as you. And although your views on Aemond could differ based off your judge of his character, as of right now you have yet to meet him. So it would be unjust to already discriminate against him, time would only tell if he warrants such behavior and you had plenty of patience.

Aemond however does not. His family arrived at Sunspear late in the hours of the night and were met by the King and Queen only. They were then prompted to their own rooms to get some much needed rest. All throughout the morning he has yet to see a sight of you and it was well beyond noon at this point. Now Aemond doesn't consider himself an impatient person, but when it came to meeting his soon-to-be wife he was in a particularly rushing mood. Not that he let his excitement showed, truthfully he didn't know why he was eager to meet you. Perhaps because he had long been awaiting this day since before he lost an eye. The good old days, when his childhood youth was once filled with the anticipation of receiving his own dragon and his own wife. Of course as time came the matter began to feel so subsequential, but back then that was all he ever truly cared about. Maybe in his young mind, having both a dragon and a wife meant that he was as equally masculine and worthy of the Targaryen name as his brother and nephews.

Though it was never that simple, no matter how much he tried to prove himself to his brother, he was always the lesser than. Getting picked on and berated for letting a bastard sully him. Being tormented with the idea that his wife would see him as hideous, or worst fear him. Aemond was a strong man, but he was also human and it is human for him to be insecure. What if you didn't like him? Yes he viewed this marriage as not ideal but what if you harbored animosity? Snapping out of his thoughts by his dear sister elbowing him, he turned to Helaena to wonder what prompted her discordant. It wasn't like her to be so... aware of the real world, as nicely as Aemond would put it. She nervously diverted her eyes, nodding towards towards the door and it was that moment that Aemond realized.

By the gods you were beautiful...

Ascending from the stairs was a young women unlike any he had ever seen before. And as you near Aemond found himself nervously clenching his fists. Despite showing such anxious stature, he beared no expression, contrary to his true feelings. For a moment his breathe quickened as you bow before his mother and father, gaze trailing over your exposed thighs. Scolding himself silently, he tears his eye away from your body. It was perverted for him to blatantly stare, especially since this was your normal. You probably didn't know sexual you appeared to look right now. Not that he complained.... Stop... That was how your people dressed, it would be improper to think so vile about their princess. Inhaling sharply, he keeps a steady feature as he listened to his mother greet you. Taking your hand in hers, she began to drag you over to where he and his siblings stood.

"This is prince Aegon." His mother introduced. Watching the way his brother blatantly ogled at your body, an unfamiliar feeling began to brew in his chest. He didn't like that his brother was looking at her like that, especially since she was to be his wife.

"Princess Helaena." Alicent nodded to her daughter, observing the way you smiled gently at her in acknowledgment.

"Please to meet you princess." Helaena bowed, her words timid but you returned the greeting.

"And this is prince Aemond... your betrothed."

Aemond watched your reaction carefully, taking in the way that you smiled and bowed to him. You appeared nice enough, though he didn't know what he expected. Perhaps for you to scowl and throw a fit? With this close of a distance he was able to get a good view of your face and indeed you were beautiful. But it all meant nothing if you were going to reject him. Testing the waters, Aemond takes your hand in his, curtly leaning in close as he brings your digits to his lips. Keeping a locked gaze at your expression as he places a chaste kiss on the area above your knuckles. You felt soft...

"Pleased to meet you, my princess." He spoke lowly, registering the way that you smirked in satisfaction, no alternative emotions in sight.

"The pleasure is all mine, your grace." Aemond looked at you with such scrutiny as you spoke. Trying to find hints of disgust or animosity through your porcelain mask yet as he took in every detail of your face he found no trace of abhorrence.

But behind your doe eyes there was something there, something he could not quite place. It was unfamiliar in every sense and he didn't know how to decipher it. You were giving him a knowing look as if you two both shared a sacred secret with one another. And although Aemond did not know what prompted this emotion, he desperately wanted to know more.

Much of the evening was filled with merriment and mirth as the hatred that once squandered friendships faded away. Your father and the king talked of many things alike and began to realize that in truth it was time to mend things. The tension between your families was long in the past although unavoidable between you and Aemond. He couldn't understand why he was so drawn to you but everywhere you went he followed. Watching silently like a predator stalking it's prey as you conversed with his sister. He didn't mean to be so stand offish. Truthfully he wanted to have a little privacy away from his family to get to know you more. There was very little room for you both to talk without intrusion. Whilst yes, the thought of being unsupervised with you may be a little unbecoming, he liked it that way. Perhaps only then, when he corners you, will he get to uncover the reasoning for your unbidden stares.

There was something rather vulgar beneath those siren eyes as you looked at him with sharp conviction. The way your vision would haze and cloud with interest, lips curling in a sly smirk displaying ardor. You were teasing him...

Throughout the evening you both danced around one another till eventually it turned into a game of cat and mouse. You moved with such precision and allure that Aemond found himself awestruck and wanting more. It was exciting to him. He admired how you carried yourself with such elegance and high importance, seeming almost unearthly. They say Targaryens are closer to gods than man, but your very existence challenged that claim. You had vanity, that was plain to see. Your moves are convoluted and don't go unnoticed by him, carefully articulating around the labyrinth of walls he built up. You were the embodiment of serpentine and he didn't know what scared him most. The fact that he is so ready to welcome you with open arms, or the fact that you were aware of your power over him.

Aemond, in principle, is not used to the physical manifestation of feelings. And yet here he was now, standing in the middle of a fucking desert, longing for affection. Or perhaps he only enjoyed the thought because it involved you touching him. There was something so genuine about you, something so raw and potent with rapport. He saw it while you were speaking with his sister, you treated her like anyone else and that was rare to see. You had an affinity for empathy and a way with words like no other, you knew just what to say to his family. That was impressive in it's own right.

It became glaringly obvious now to Aemond that the you had a gifted touch, you were able to make anyone feel like the rarest gem in the world. Yet in truth no diamond is brighter than it's maker. To Aemond you were a paragon of the finest jewels. The sapphire of his eye. He knew it was unhealthy for him to get so attached to you so quickly but how could he not. All his youth he had been waiting for this. Having grown up alone, watching everyone get the things he wanted and now here you were. You were his, he's never had anything that was completely fully his...

"Forgive me I didn't know anyone would be in here..." Aemond spoke lowly, breaking you from your trance as you tore your eyes away from your book.

"This is my private study, my prince... You are free to join me if you wish." The hour was late and nearly all of the castle has gone to bed already. All but you and Aemond... Welcoming him to sit with you over the fireplace as you set your literature aside. This would be interesting...

You both didn't speak for a moment as you feel his presence quickly approaching. Straightening your nightwear as you feel him sit across from you on the untaken armchair. You lift your graze to finally meet his stare in an act of bravery, breath halting for a moment... He made you nervous in every sense imaginable as he held your gaze in confidence.

Aemond Targaryen was gorgeous in such a violent way. You only began to observe it now. There was something so fierce and daunting about his face. Porcelain yet warrior-like, rivaling the beauty of Old Valyria. The prince had a certain vainglory to him. Silent but raw, untamed, and unchallenged. He was unlike any man, the son of war worthy of the iron throne. Strong nose that contrasted his expression well. Dainty lips that utter soft spoken words like whisps.

In secret you wanted them to articulate sweet nothings in your ear...

You did not know where these overwhelming feelings channeled from. But as his hold bore into you, it evoked a touch of insecurity. You felt like he was looking at your very core, past skin and bones and at your morals. Never in your life had you ever gazed at such man. His features preforming one great symphony. A constellation of trauma and abuse in the form of a scar kissed his skin, creating a myriad of Venus. It became painfully evident now that he brought something out in you. Gods be good...

He stared at her with a soft gaze, admiring the way the lit fire illuminated her skin. Openly, he thought you beautiful, although majority of the men here can also say the same thing. Yet as he looked at you more Aemond found himself really seeing you. That enchanting aura faltering just a little bit. You looked vulnerable right here, right now in this exact moment. You looked human. And he thought it was beautiful. The more he sat there the more content he got with this union, you were a fine match. Perhaps it was alright to be vulnerable....

Aemond doesn't say anything for a few more moments, simply gazing at the you as he licks his lips. While you could see yourself in his eye, you wondered what he was truly seeing to look at you like that. Like you were carved from the finest of diamonds and bathed in gold, like if you were to touch him he'd crumble– a careful mix of admiration and fear. Time starts to still and the atmosphere around you began to form tension. Suddenly the fireplace mutes, fading into nothing but hushed crackle as the two find themselves at a standstill. It was just you and him in your sacred little world... No one else... All turns irrelevant as you become intoxicated with eachothers presence.

"Tell me about yourself princess." He spoke, breaking the silence that overtook the room. Pausing for a brief moment to let his gaze wander from your face. Well..... this was improper indeed... The clothes you wore were foreign to him but he gathered it was your nightwear. Temperatures here hot here, it made sense for you to wear very little at night, not that he complained. It was captivating... the garment didn't look like a dress, but rather a two piece that was interwoven together with three long panels covering your modesty. The color was rather fitting on you, a darker grey than the dress you wore earlier almost appearing silver. Sitting with your thighs exposed in a leaned back and slack manner, Aemonds focus leaves your skin and meets your face once more. Breath hitching as your smirk widens. You had caught him looking...

"Forgive me for being so crass, but I'm not one to soften words. My people are very blunt individuals and I dislike small talk so allow me to have some clarity." Your words were honey to his ears, he wasn't entirely fond of small talk either, but your inquiry made him nervous.

"Please, never bite back your tongue when you are with me, what do you wish to know?" Aemond spoke after some time, leaning back to cross his leg over the other.

"What are your views are on our marriage and if you intend to honor our union."

"I'm not following..." Confused he urged on.

"Do you.... intend to stray from our marriage..." His eye widens at that, shocked that you would ask him such question. But it was only fair...

"I know that is straight forward and unseemly but please allow me the peace of knowing now, as it less complicates things later on..." Ah'  he said within the confinements of his brain, finally understanding the meaning of your words. Aemond looked down in deep thought, trying to find the right words to say to you. He was a territorial man, possessive in every way so this question striked a certain nerve in him. He wondered why you would even ask that, unless you already had a lover.... He didn't like that thought. That could not be.

"I would never purposely hurt our dignity like that. Truthfully I find it foolish. I am a man that values duty above all, and tis my duty to be your husband and unite our kingdoms. I have seen what infidelity has done to my family, the strain it puts on my mother... I never want to be the cause of her pain by fathering bastard children. So perhaps it is best we stay true to one another." Satisfied with his response, you let out a faint 'hm' before turning away.

"So I've heard... Thank you for enlightening me." You spoke as you stared in great thought at the fire, though he can see a faint smile on your lips.

"Has word of my bastard nephews been so vastly spread that it reached the shores of Sunspear?" He pressed on, now an accompanying smile spreads on his lips, mirroring his companions expression. You laughed at that, a sound Aemond declared he liked.

"People talk, prince Aemond, naturally word would get around." You spoke teasingly, stopping for minute just to admire one another. Calmness falling over you both, as you sat still unbidden just gazing into eachothers rarity.

"Hmm... Tell me, do you intend to honor our union?" Aemond spoke, his voice sounded rougher than before, and you think he may have even rolled his eye. Smirking to yourself as you began to understand that he was a possessive man.

"Of course. I believe in fair playing fields, and getting even. So if you do not provoke me then I will not act out and provoke you. If you are loyal then I will be loyal." In a quick motion he was up his chair and standing directly in between your thighs. You peered up at him through your lashes, the smirk pulling at your lips growing by the second.

His heart sits heavily between the two of you, weeping for your touch, yearning with such want, such need. He swears when your eyes echoes his wants, tempting him to indulge you through curled lashes. The man condemns himself for feeling so reckless, so needy, he had never felt this way before... Felt so much desire towards another individual. He knew this was bad, a distraction but if you were a sin, he'd happily walk into the gates of hell. And at that he surged forward. Breathing a shaky sigh as his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing tightly.

You whimper at the pressure, your small hands flying to hold his arm but it was no use. He laughed lightly, pushing your head back onto the armchair, almost taunting you. Your back arches lightly, trying to push yourself up against him, whining when you couldn't. He leans down over you, his face so close as he lifts his knee onto the chair. Placing it directly in between your thighs, almost touching your heat.

Oh how badly he wanted this...

"Is that a threat my princess?" Aemond says directly in your right ear, his thumb leaving your neck to roughly graze your lower lip. You don't meet his eyes, choosing to look at somewhere else. You fear if you looked at him you'd lose the remaining composure you had left. He didn't like that, roughly turning your head to meet his face.

"No. I'm merely stating that I refuse to be subjected. Tis' not in my nature to bend the knee. Especially not to Targaryens. I understand that it is our duty to get along but who knows how this marriage ends up playing out. The Martells have stood unbowed, unbent and unbroken for centuries. You may burn me, but you will never make me kneel." You say through a heavy chest, trying desperately to get the words out even though you sounded much needier than intended.

It’s was hot, almost unbearable, and you wondered if whether or not it was the scorching heat of the sun, or just your own body feeling all flushed. Deciding it was the latter since the introductory was highly unlikely. You waited for him to speak, looking sharply at his lips. His eyelids flutter. Never in a million years would he have expected to be driven to the brink of insanity by the mere thought of someone’s lips. Nevertheless, you came along to put all of his bravado to shame. He felt like a young boy again, experiencing all of his firsts once more but this time, it was not with a lowly prostitute under Aegon's urge. No, he was entirely in control and the feelings were infinitely better, you were a goddess. Temptation lulled together with passion and possessiveness. Emotions being cradled by divinity in it's arms, it was all so intense. He wanted more of it...

"Perhaps I will be the first to to prompt such obedience from you, princess..." Aemond whispered, placing his forehead over your own as his finger tips trailed over the exposed skin of your waist. You shiver lightly and he laughs, closing your eyes as his hands get lower and lower...

"To make you bow in submission." He draws smooth circles on your hips. You felt warm, it was all too much but you didn't want him to stop. You liked the way he was speaking so close to you, liked the way he touched all over your body.

"To bend you..." Your eyes open lightly as you began to feel him lift your right thigh up onto the armchair. Looking at him as he says the words so slowly, watching as he positioned your body.

"To break you." He does the same to your left thigh, and it was at this point on you began to realize that he had spread your legs wide open. Fuck... The situation now dawning on you. This wasn't right... not until you were both married...

"You forget yourself, Aemond." You remind him, eyes locked on the visible bulge on his pants.

"Perhaps I do, there is a fire in you and it amuses me." Channelling the words deep in his throat as he grabs ahold of your jaw, forcing you to look up at him and away from his desire.

"Would you like to keep being amused?" Smirking lightly, a playful veil over takes your features.

"It's too soon my sweet." Aemond nods. If it were any other day he would have taken you, right here, right now. But it was far too soon, you had just met today and his mother would have his head if he bruised you this early on. He was not a gentle man, the world would know if he fucked you.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Aemond scoffs at that, watching you turn away. He straightens up, but still keeps his leg in between your spread thighs.

"Oh do you not? Then please tell me, how do you plan on amusing me?" Lightly guiding your chin with his fingers to look at him once more.

"With my lips of course."

"We can't touch eachother but there's no saying we can't share a loving kiss, or perhaps a kiss more than loving..." You smile lightly and he mirrors your expression.

"Now that I can condone." And at that he leans forward to cup your face and takes your lips in his. Holding his wrists once more, you smile into the kiss. Maybe this union wouldn't be all that bad... You're getting quite content with being by Aemonds side.

Next part

Authors Note:

I want to make this a little mini series perhaps, like you and Aemond's wedding and consummation, your children being born, you meeting Vhagar and him meeting your giant snake etc. Let me know what you guys think. I also did not edit this beforehand lmao. I'm not overly proud of this story but it's a good way to revive my Tumblr and branch out from the MCU. I'm taking requests in my inbox!

- Armoni

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[tamayakii]

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

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[tenseoyong]

Hi can you do Aemond x betrothed reader at the dinner scene he’s jealous of jace and reader dancing?

Aemond would scarcely admit he hadn’t expected to become so quickly enamored by his sweet tongued, kind-eyed, gentle handed betrothal. Honestly speaking, Aemond had assumed his arranged marriage would follow a similar pattern as his parents’ and siblings’—loveless and constant avoidance—he was sure that the lovely Lady that had arrived at court would have little interest in the Scarred Prince beyond the gain of gold and the title of Princess.

Yet, Aemond was surprised to find a less than timid woman, one who did not shy away from his cold gaze, nor did she pity or fear his childhood maiming.

Yes, the Prince had grown rather fond of the unusual Lady. Often Aemond spend hours with her, hidden from prying eyes by the many shelves of books of the Keep’s library.

She listened to him attentively—not just keeping up appearances of a doting and obedient wife-to-be—no, she actually enjoyed Aemond’s company; hanging off his every word as he recounted his daily training, or when he told of the history of dragons, even dared to attempt to teach her a word or two in High Valyrian. In turn, she spun tales of her home, how her brothers bickered as children, and how she feared riding a horse just as one would fear facing a dragon.

Aemond would grow to love his Lady Wife—that much he was sure of—and he had dared to hope that she would return that love ten fold.

She had all but extinguished the dragon’s fire that lived in him.

Yet, the moment his darling nephew, Jacaerys, had stepped forward—folllowing his sweet sister Heleana’s speech of marital neglect—and requested she accompany him in dance, Aemond’s mind filled with vivid images of Jacaerys burned to a crisp, curtesy of Vhagar’s breath.

To see her, in the arms of his bastard nephew as she politely accepted his dance proposal, turned his stomach to stone.

Aemond believes he knew true anger. He’d spent a good portion of his childhood angry—angry at his father, and his nephews, and at his dragon-less status. Though, as violet eyes watched his Lady and Jacaerys is dance, Aemond knew then he’d never truly experienced anger—until this moment.

It burned inside him hotter than dragon’s fire, boiling his blood and scalding his heart.

And as his nephew spun his betrothed about the empty corner of the room, Aemond could bare to witness it no more.

The whole room came to a screeching halt as Aemond slammed his fist into the table as he rose to stand tall, and mockingly held his cup in the air, “I’d like to toast to my nephews—Jace, Luke…Joffrey—each of them handsome, wise, brave…” He paused, turning to stare directly at the hand Jace had placed to the small of his Lady’s back. “And Strong.”

Not to give up the game, Jace didn’t release his partner, only twirling the pair until Jace was between his uncle and his intended before demanding, “I dare you to say that again!”

“Why?” Aemond tsked, rounding the table and taking several calculated steps towards the stationary duo. “T’was only a compliment—I would extend my toast to my beloved betrothed, I shall pray to the Gods that they make our sons as Strong as their cousins.”

The fury was evident enough on young Jace’s face, all while the quiet satisfaction of getting under his skin flooded Aemond’s.

Though, the satisfaction didn’t last nearly as long as he’d hoped—for as soon as Jacaerys fixed Aemond with a mischievous look and devious smile, Jace reestablished his hold on his uncle’s bride-to-be, and taunted, “If only there were such a way to ensure your sons’ strength, perhaps I’ll be of some help, if the Lady wouldn’t mind me—“

All at once, Aemond closed what little space remained between him and the dancing pair, and curled his fingers into his nephew’s neck like a claw, snatching the younger boy up much like a kitten at its scruff, “You’ll remove your hands from my Wife.”

“You misspoke, Uncle.” Jacaerys smirked, ignoring Aemond’s seething rage. “The Lady is not yet your wife, is she? I believe that gives her leave to do as she pleases, while she can.”

“I care not for the beliefs of a bastard,” Aemond’s words dripped with venom. “She is to be my bride—since you are so keen on pretending to be of your status—you should be aware that you are greatly overstepping.”

Jacaerys only cocked an eyebrow—a silent challenge—before his fingers curled into your side and what little room between your bodies had been erased, “Oh? Have I overstepped—“

“You will remove your hand,” Aemond was through playing this game, he did break the eye contact he held with his nephew, yet he could still see the obvious annoyance and displeasure growing on your sweet face. Aemond’s hand fluttered above the dagger strapped at his hip. “Or I shall remove it for you.”

The threat lingered in the air momentarily before, much to anyone’s surprise, the Lady squirmed out of Jacaerys’ hold and took her rightful place at Aemond’s right and placed a gentle on Aemond’s tensed arm.

“My Love,” She all but cooed at the furious dragon she would soon claim as a husband. “Let us not ruin the single night your father has requested with his family—I am unharmed and unbothered—let us not have further bloodshed between kin.”

Aemond won’t not soon let go of his hatred for his bastard nephews, but as his Lady-to-be stood by his side and looked upon him with such care and affection Aemond would afford her this kindness.

He released his blade, and his grip on Jacaerys’ neck—though he paused a moment to admire the half-moon shaped nail marks he’d left in his stead—before collecting his betrothed and whisking them both from the disastrous dinner, desiring nothing more than to be hidden away with his Lady love where they belonged.

Soon after, as the servant folks spread tales of the exciting night—a song would emerge—that of a Lady, who had managed to tame the dragon.

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Lady Strong | Part 3

PHOTO NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): Strong!reader / Angst? Fandom(s): House of the Dragon (TV series) Pairing(s): Aemond Targaryan x Strong!reader / Jacaerys Velaryon x Strong!reader (platonic/siblings) Summary: It's not easy being a Strong; with a mother who committed suicide, a father who sired three children out of wedlock and then died for it, and a creepy uncle who has nefarious plans for his niece, it's hard to find people who truly mean the best for you. Luckily there are your brothers and your fiance... right? Warning(s): Oof lads this is a sad one / murder / not good anger management / foul words? / It’s eps 10 so hold on lads A/n: Not me trying to make this a two-parter💀 also did I use some input of the comments I got? Who knows🤷🏻‍♀️ [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Part One] [Part Two]

No words leave your lips as you watch the Queen before locking eyes with your family across the table. Jace jumps up from his seat, fuming. You shake your head subtly to make him stop, but it is no use.

"Who has decided this?"

"Jace!", his mother scolds him, a stern look on her face.

Prince Aemond also raises from his seat. "My mother, the Queen, and Lord Strong, Lady Strong's ward."

You turn towards Prince Aemond. Did he know? For how long did he know what your uncle was conspiring? 

You rise from your chair, making both princes look at you. "I must apologise for Prince Jacaerys, my Queen. I'll be a good wife to your son. If I may be excused?"

With one final bow, you walk out of the banquet hall. A heavy feeling slowly grows in your chest. Is this how your mother felt when her engagement was announced to your father? Did they know growing up that they would be engaged, or were they also thrown into the deep?

Once you finally reach your room, you collapse on your bed, laying on the silks as you peer up at the top of the canopy. 

Your peace is soon disturbed by Jace barging into your room and slamming the door. He angrily starts to pace in front of the fireplace, his hands on his waist as he mutters to himself.

"Hello to you too, Jace", you sigh but stay put on the bed. He stops to look at you, huffs a couple of times and continues pacing.

"They can't do this! He's... insufferable! And cruel!"

"Have you even talked to him since Laena Valeryon's funeral?", you challenge him.

Jace stops in his warpath, his silhouette illuminated from behind by the fire but his confused expression is very clear. "Why are you defending him? They're forcing you into this marriage to make you spy on us."

That makes you sit up and raise an eyebrow. "Who said that?"

"Mother for sure will put a stop to this─"

"She won't." You get up from the bed and walk towards him. "Because she ─ like me ─ knows this is the best option. Yes, it is an arranged marriage. But your own got announced too today! It's the same, Jacaerys, and you know it."

That makes him shut up. He swallows and turns his head to the side, looking at nothing in particular. 

"I'm sure he's a good man, Jace." 

Jace gives you a look, and you return it. "How do you know?", he fires back, "you haven't talked to him too since! He could be a rapist for all we know."

"He's not Aegon", you hiss.

"No, we don't need another trying to claim the throne", he hisses back.

"I took a knife for him."

"And one for Luke!"

You shake your head and turn around, massaging your temples as you feel a headache brewing. "Please Jace... can we continue this tomorrow? I already lost my appetite. I don't want to lose my sleep too."

Jace, for once this entire time, get's reasonable and makes to leave my room. "Do you want me to extinguish the fire?", he asks, standing in the doorway.

You shake your head, "I'll do that myself." 

Jace nods and closes the door behind him. As soon as Jace's footsteps are no longer heard, the first vase flies through your room. 

A yell escapes from your lips as you trash the bedroom, taking out your anger on the furniture and decoration. You are so angry it hurts. Deep from within anger burns through your fingertips and out as you throw another candle against a wall. 

Blood spills out of your hands as you watch the fire crackle in the fireplace, your chest raising up and down, straining against your stays.

Your anger soon replaces with sadness. You let yourself drop to the ground, covering your mouth as you sob uncontrollably.

Your father said to always look strong, and be the exact person they expect you to be from your house. Never show weakness in front of the eyes of the court. He knew how ruthless they could be and when shown just one grain of insecurity or weakness, they would latch onto it and tear you apart.

And you've stayed strong, all those years. You've endured being burned, stabbed, sliced, and loneliness at Herrenhal. Never truly feeling at home anywhere. 

Haven't you given enough?

How could they? How could Larys do this to you? You knew that he didn't love you, but selling you off to the one who's vocal about your brothers' true birthright and his wish to maim Lucerys. 

And now you're going to marry that man. Are they going to expect you to switch your loyalties? You've never really cared for Rhaenyra. Feeling indifferent about her was the best option. But your brothers...

You would do anything for them. You know if their mother doesn't become queen, they're going to be killed. And you don't know how you would handle the death of either of them.

Without realizing it, you fall asleep in the middle of the trashed room. Throughout the night, the fire has extinguished itself, the coals still smouldering once you get woken up by a servant. A gasp leaves her lips at the state of the room and of you.

She quickly ushers you into a chair that somehow survived your rampage. She puts some ointment on your hands, binding them before putting you in a beautiful dress.

The Princess and Prince decided to leave the capital to bring their children home before returning to stay with the King.

Luke and Joffrey hug you tearfully, knowing it will be a long time before they see you again. 

Princess Rhaenyra looks at you worried. "Please know that you may not be of my blood, but I consider you to be my daughter. Pay no mind to Lord Vaemond's words."

You send her a small smile. "I know, my Princess. And I am grateful for the kindness you've shown me all these years. Even if I may not have shown it at all times."

She gives you a smile back and caresses your cheek before making room for her eldest son to say goodbye.

Jace's eyes zero in on your bandaged hands and he narrows them, "you have to stop hurting yourself for others. You're not a martyr."

"I do not", you hiss at him silently, making sure nobody sees it.

"Mother has assigned Ser Erryk Cargsyll as your personal guard", he whispers as he hugs you tightly. "She knows something isn't right. Starting with that cunt watching you."

You turn around and see Aemond observing the departure. 

Jace mounts Vermax and holds for one last time your hand before pushing off of the ground, tears in your eyes. You know a storm is brewing between the Greens and the Black, and you're right in between it all.

As soon as the ships leave the port, Aemond makes his way next to you, watching as you wave them off in hope of a good journey.

"I was hoping we could take a stroll through the gardens. Catch up after so many years apart."

What a delight.

You nod and the both of you walk next to each other in silence. He has his hands clasped behind his back while you fiddle with the hems of your sleeves. 

Ser Erryk watches the prince with hawk's eyes as he stands at the entrance of the garden, his hand on his sword in case the Prince dares to do something foolish. But you doubt that.

"Tell me, Lady Strong, what is Harrenhal like?"

You look up at the Prince in search of something on his face. But what? That he's jesting you? For cruelty?

"It's barren after the fire. But it's almost rebuilt. In my honest opinion, it's bland. Most of the heirlooms and the personal belongings of my family have disappeared."

He hums. "And do you miss your mother? I assume you left her behind travelling here."

He- he can't be serious, right? How does he not know?

"She's dead, your Highness."

The Prince stops in his tracks, a few steps behind you. "I apologise, I didn't know. How did she die?"

Well, if he wants the know you, that is a surefire way to do it. "She took her life jumping from the highest tower in Harrenhal when I was still a small child." 

Surprisingly, Prince Aemond reaches for your hands, clasping them in his. A single hand of his dwarfs your own but the two of them engulf yours. 

"You must have been terribly alone, all those years at Harrenhal."

What... is he doing? 

Smiling uncomfortably, you pull your hands away. "I've had my family. It seems like your relationship with the Queen is very close, your Highness."

Smooth, changing the subject.

Aemond nods. "Yes. To be fair, I was never close to my father as a child. He was always busy being king, and turning a blind eye to the antics of his eldest daughter." He glances at you to gauge your reaction. Of course, he would take a dig at the parentage of your brothers. That's how he lost an eye in the first place

Choosing to ignore the comment, you say nothing. It's better to keep quiet than say something you would regret. 

"You've grown wise over the years. And even more beautiful than we were children. The years have done you well."

The comment makes you produce the most unflattering noise a lady can make, at least that is what your septa told you; a snort. 

It makes the Prince smile on his own as he watches you laugh. "Am I not speaking the truth?"

"I would hardly call myself beautiful, my Prince. I've been told that scars can be most unflattering."

"Scars are battles you've fought. Fights you won, and duels you lost. They are something you are to be proud of." He reaches out a hand and touches the scar on your collarbone, just like the day before. Only this time, you don't pull away.

His hand travels down, grabbing your hand. He starts to loosen the bandages and grazes the wounds that you inflicted on yourself. A hiss escapes your lips as it is a sore spot.

As you are fixated on Aemond holding your hand, you don't notice his other one reaching up at your face. He caresses the scar that runs through your top lip. It's the scar you got for him, defending him from the Strong bastards that faithful night. Defending him from your own brothers.

Your breath hitches. His hands are hot, scorching against your skin. The intimate moment lights up a fire within you, low in your belly. A fire you've never felt before. 

The rather intimate moment gets interrupted by a servant fetching the Prince at the request of the Queen. He hums, his eyes still focused on you.

"You've won all your battles, my Lady Strong", he whispers, pulling his hands off of you, but not before rebadging your hand. He presses a kiss on the palm of your hand and goes after the servant.

Your breathing is harsh while your heart runs a thousand miles an hour. What the fuck just happened? Since when is Aemond Targaryen so affectionate? To anyone? Was this whole marriage his doing, and not that of your uncle and the Queen?

Glancing at Erryk, you give him an apologetic look before you make your way out of the garden and towards the library, not knowing what else to do until dinner.

And dinner does not come fast. And it passes slowly. Aemond has asked you to join him in his chambers. You know you can't decline, he's a prince after all. 

Getting into bed quite late and your belly full of good food and Dornish wine, you sleep through the commotion early in the morning.

The King has died.

Only when a servant girl comes to dress you up quickly because your presence is wanted by the Queen, you do notice something's wrong.

Everybody is on edge and looking sombre, their eyes downcast. The banners have changed from their normal red colour to black. 

Once you enter the Queen's quarters, you see her with a distressed look on her face. You curtsey.

"My dear (Y/n). Take a seat."

You cautiously take place next to her on the two-seater, your hands clasped in your lap. 

She sighs once, "now you're betrothed to my son, you're expected to have your alliance with the Greens. Can I count on you?"

The question baffles you. Where your alliance lay was never an issue. Nobody ever expected you to choose a side.

"I... I don't understand, my Queen."

Queen Alicent stands up from the couch, towering over you. "The King has died in his sleep. His dying wish was for Aegon to ascend the throne. He is the true heir."

This makes you stand up yourself. "With all due respect, your Majesty. But Princess Rhaenyra was named heir of the iron throne almost twenty years, and in all those years the King never wavered from his choice to place his oldest daughter as heir."

She turns around with a disappointed look on her face. "Alright. Lock her up and don't let her out before she changes her mind."

Two guards who were stationed at the door grab both an arm and drag you out of the Queen's chambers. You thrash and squirm, anything to get out of their iron-like grip.

You make eye contact with Erryk, in hope that he will save you. But he shakes subtly his head. Like he wants to say not yet.

The guards throw you in your room and lock the door. Screaming and banging on the door until your voice is hoarse does nothing, you've discovered. Trying to pry open the lock also does nothing.

Only after you've given up, the lock rattles and Ser Erryk steps through the door dressed in a black cloak and also holding one. 

"We have to leave, now." He throws the cloak at you and without thinking, you do what he says. He opens a secret passage in a wall and leads you through the inner workings of the castle, sneaking past white cloaks and to the stables.

He pushes a satchel in your hands. You peak inside and it's King Viserys' crown. "Whatever you do, keep it secure. If you follow the winding road to the north, you'll be at Dragonstone in one and a half days through the western shortcut. Ride fast and be safe."

With those words, you depart from King's Landing at full speed on horseback, only stopping at night to rest but further continuing on.

Once Dragonstone finally comes into view, you jump off the horse and run the last few steps up the bridge. What you're met with is a funeral for what looks like a baby.

Trying to control your breathing, you make your way to Princess Rhaenyra, now Queen Rhaenyra. You pull the crown out of the satchel and kneel down, holding the crown up.

"I, Lady (Y/n) Strong, daughter of Harwin Strong of house Strong and Deranna Florent of house Florent, pledge my allegiance to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, the first of her name, the Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men."

Prince Daemon walks up to you and takes the crown from your hands, studying it. He turns around and places the crown on the rightful Queen's head and kneels down. Soon everybody follows as they pledge their loyalty to the Black Queen.

Soon, everybody makes the council room ready for the first Black Council, Jace pulls you aside into a hug.

"How did you escape? I thought they would surely lock you up."

"They did, but Ser Erryk helped me escape and bring the crown."

Jace lets out a sigh. "Thank the Gods you're safe. I couldn't sleep at the thought of you being with the usurpers."

Smiling at him, you squeeze his hand. "They haven't harmed me. But Queen Alicent made me swear my loyalty to Aegon. I didn't, and that's why they locked me up in my room."

As the council is summoned, Jace and Luke keep you close to them out of protection. Most of the things being discussed, you don't understand, but once they bring up the alliances and Jace says the Queen should send him and Luke. 

Stepping up, you open your mouth. "Please, my Queen, send me with them. I may not be of royal blood, like your sons, but I would like to do my part. If you allow me."

Jace gives you a stern look, obviously not agreeing with you.

Before the Queen can agree or disagree, Luke speaks up. "She can join me, mother. Arrax is big enough for the two of us."

After a moment of thinking, she agrees. Once you receive the letters, you make your way outside. The Queen has borrowed you some of her old dragon riding gear.

Before you depart with Luke, she pulls you aside. "Before you and your father left for Harrenhal, he asked me to look after you if he came to die. I know I haven't always honoured my promise the best I could. Please, be careful out there. I know Alicent has sent her children to get alliances." She gives you a piercing look that makes you nod your head dutifully.

The flight to Storm's End is windy and thunder rumbles in the sky. Once you've arrived, the sharp wind whips through your bones. Luke helps you off Arrax but you stop both in your tracks once you see Vhagar in the distance.

"I am Prince Lucerys Velaryon", begins Luke bravely, stopping in front of the guards. "I bring a message to Lord Borros from the Queen."

The guards nod and turn around, a motion for you to follow them. You grab his hand and squeeze it in reassurance before walking after him in the hall.

Luke approaches Lord Borros, who sits on his throne-like chair at the end of a long hall. Three women stand to the right of him, which you presume are his daughters. To the left stands Aemond, his back turned towards the others as he converses softly with another woman. He glances at the both of you, his eyes keeping trained on you. His jaw is ticked and his single eye is harsh.

A knight announces our arrival as Luke goes to stand in the middle of the hall.

Aemond turns fully, and Luke looks at him almost scared. The white-haired man smirks.

Luke turns back towards the lord on his throne. "Lord Borros... I brought you a message from my mother... the Queen."

Lord Borros does not look amused. "Yet earlier this day, I received an envoy from the King. Which is it? King or Queen? The House of the Dragon does not seem to know who rules it." He laughs, but it's condescending. "What is your mother's message?"

Luke holds out the rolled-up scroll for a guard to take and bring to the Lord. The Lord demands a maester, who reads the written message. He whispers it in the Lord's ear.

The Lord looks pissed. "Remind me of my father's oath? King Aegon at least came with an offer: my sword and banners for a marriage pact. The firstborn of Prince Aemond will marry one of my daughter's descendants. Isn't that right, Lady Strong?"

As suddenly the attention is on you, you still. How dare he, sell my potential babe off to the highest bidder.

"If I do as your mother bids, which one of my daughters will you wed? Boy?"

Without any hesitance, Luke answers, "my lord, I am not free to marry. I'm already betrothed." He looks at Aemond, who still has a smug look on his face. He knows he has won this round.

"So you come with empty hands. Go home, pup. And tell your mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes."

With a raised chin and taking the harsh words of the Lord like a true Prince. "I shall take your answer to the Queen, my lord."

He turns around and looks at your proud face, he subtly grabs your hands in search of a supporting lifeline. He's just a boy, after all.

But Aemond's, "wait, my Lord Strong", makes you both stop in your tracks.

Walking back, you're ready for the conflict to come.

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

Sending a cautious look towards Aemond. "My Prince..."

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

"A fight would be little challenge. No." He reaches up and removes his eyepatch, revealing a sapphire in place of the eyeball he lost. "I want you to put out your eye. That's the least you could do after mutilating me and your sister."

Aemond looks at you now with both of his eyes uncovered, a dangerous gleam in them. This is not the same boy from all those years back you spent in the capital with, who would sit next to you as you both would read. This is not the same man that showed you his tender side in the gardens.

This is a man out for revenge. For blood.

"One is enough. I would not blind you."

"He owes you nothing", you say, standing between Luke and Aemond and pointing the dagger he just threw towards the young prince.

An amused smile grows on his face. "Hm, how brave it is to step in front of your baby brother, Lady Strong. But this is between him and me."

Tightening your grip around the handle, you raise it. "Don't forget, Aemond, I took a blade for you that night. We both are 'mutilated', as you call it. But only one is out for revenge."

As Luke declines behind you, Aemond advances and grabs the hand that holds the blade and holds it up to your neck.

"Than you are craven as well as a traitor, Lord Strong. Give me your eye or your sister dies!", he bellows, pushing the blade so harshly against your skin that it cuts. 

Having enough, you launch your feet backwards and kick him in the nuts. Aemond folds double and you see your escape.

"Luke! Run!", you yell, grabbing his arm and pulling him away.

As you both mouth Arrax, Aemond comes sprinting after you, sword in his hand and rage in his eyes. He himself jumps up on Vhagar.

It has started to storm in the meantime you have been inside, Arrax restless. Luke speaks High Valerian to the dragon before taking off. 

Wrapping your arms tightly around the boy's waist, he looks wildly around him, in search of the large dragon. But it's hard to see anything due to the rain.

Out of nowhere, the largest she-dragon appears, flying above you. She attacks, snapping at the both of you as Aemond's laughter is heard through the clouds. Arrax can barely dodge them. 

A chase starts and Luke sends Arrax down, towards the water. Vhagar is hot on your heels.

Luke sees a cliffside and flies towards it, in the hope of losing Aemond there. It seems to work for a while, as Vhagar is too big for the cracks.

Out of nothing, Arrax turns around and attacks Vhagar. The elder dragon roars angrily, setting in the chase again, this time of her own will.

"The clouds, Luke! Get above the clouds!", you yell, trying to get above the thunder and lightning.

The dragon obeys and you both hold on for dear life as Arrax does his best to gain control over the ancient dragon out to get him.

Finally breaching the clouds, you let out a breath of relief. "Do you see him?"

Luke shakes his head, looking wildly around to spot the dragon. 

Vhagar jumps out of the clouds, her beak open and ready to devour. In his final effort, Luke pushes you off Arrax. As you fall, you watch how Vhagar devours Luke and Arrax, the wings of the beast falling down with you.

You scream, plunging quickly to your death. Arrax's blood hits you in your face as a wing crash against you.

Crashing into the sea, you took your final gasp of air before your lungs fill up with salt water. You try to fight the violent waters, but it was helpless. There was no way you know what is up and what is down.

As you lay helplessly in the last moments of consciousness, accepting your fate, a dark figure enters the water and swims towards you. White hair spread around like a halo, you feel how the person grabs your waist and pulls you up to the surface. Or at least, that is what you think it is doing. For all you care, it could be a siren.

Before your face hits the surface, you close your eyes and let death welcome you.

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→ Viserys Targaryen x fem!Stark!OC (ft. Daemon Targaryen)

✦ Sinopsis: En un matrimonio arreglado las infidelidades son plato de cada día, aunque jamás consideró tomar aquel camino hasta que entabló relación con el hermano de su esposo.

✦ Advertencias: Matrimonio arreglado / Infidelidad / Angst.

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Apenas había cumplido quince años cuando en una nubosa mañana de invierno se convirtió en esposa de Daemon Targaryen, ambos brillando de pies a cabeza en un intento de ocultar el fastidio. En retrospectiva, aún no entendía como pensaron que unirla a él era una buena idea, especialmente cuando lo conocía desde pequeña y siempre expresó lo que le disgustaba. A su parecer no era más que un bruto irresponsable que vivía para seguir impulsos, apenas salvándole el hecho de que era un excelente guerrero. Lloró cuando supo que estaban comprometidos, pero las mujeres de la familia Stark ferozmente reprendieron el capricho por ser “una gran oportunidad”.

La primera vez que pensó bien de Daemon fue durante la noche de bodas, donde el joven fue excepcionalmente compresivo con su terror al coito y se encargó de fabricar una elaborada escena para engañar al resto. Arrugó las sabanas, punzó su muslo para dejar sangre como prueba de la penetración y acomodó las ropas de ambos en el suelo, luego de casi dos horas saliendo y dejando que los mayores encontraran la farsa. Numerosas damas la cubrieron con una bata y él permaneció en un rincón junto a Viserys, en solo unos minutos ganándose su profundo agradecimiento.

Desde ese día comenzó a verlo en una nueva luz, de pronto abriéndose y dejando que rompiera la barrera que había creado entre los dos. Halló en él un buen confidente, una persona que la acompañaba en la cama y no la forzaba a cumplir con las reglas de la realeza en el desespero de tener un hijo. Entendió su actitud y la resistencia a la autoridad, el deseo de vivir libre y no permitir que alguien más lo obligara a tomar un camino que no quería.

Por unos cuantos meses pensó que Daemon era mejor de lo que parecía y de a poco cayó por sus encantos, especialmente cuando Aemma Arryn le informó que, según Viserys, él se enamoró apenas la vio bajar del carruaje que la trajo de Invernalia. La idea de formar familia empezó a ser un concepto atractivo y le emocionaba salvarse de tener que vivir infeliz junto un hombre que no la quería, pero la fantasía de cristal pronto se convirtió en añicos.

Bien sabía de la predilección de su esposo por el vino y nunca cuestionó que saliera a beber hasta altas horas, ya que era una actividad que realizaba desde antes de que se casaran. Aún así, a pesar de que debió haberlo imaginado, la noticia de sus frecuentes visitas a la Calle de la Seda le congelaron el corazón. El poco amor que surgió se esfumó y rápidamente recordó porqué nunca debió ignorar el instinto que desde niña le gritó que Daemon no era el indicado.

Los muros crecieron más altos que nunca y el hombre se sumió en los placeres, ni siquiera intentando superar la fría cordialidad con la que lo trataba. Las pocas veces que dormían juntos él caía rendido luego de tanto alcohol y algunos integrantes del Consejo Privado empezaban a agitarse por la falta de embarazo. Aquellos hombres tenían demasiada habilidad en arruinarle el día y más de una vez deseó que los lobos de su familia los destrozaran, pero, como siempre, debió callar y aguantar en silencio.

Soportó rumores y miradas hasta que un inesperado aliado apareció, Viserys siendo una brisa fresca entre tanto humo que la ahogaba. Con sonrisas apenadas y tímidas se acercó en absoluta comprensión, ya que él vivía los mismos disgustos con la presión de tener un sucesor varón. Al oírlo se sintió entendida y con el paso del tiempo aprendió que era alguien de fiar, ya que ninguna confidencia resonó en los pasillos de la Fortaleza Roja.

El vacío de atención y compañía finalmente fue llenado por el Rey, el cual le enviaba cartas cuando no podían pasear por los jardines o ir a la recamara de alguno a conversar. Mentalmente quería controlar la esperanza cuando ambos estaban casados y él tenía una esposa que se desvivía para cumplir las demandas de un heredero, pero el brillo en los ojos de Viserys no lo hacía fácil.

Por su parte, Daemon, seguía igual de perdido en los placeres de la ciudad y apenas hablaba en las pocas mañanas que llegaban a despertar al lado del otro. De todos modos, a años de la boda y sin aún tener sexo, logró dar a luz a un sano y hermoso niño rubio de grandes ojos violeta.

Rhaegar Targaryen existía para enamorar a quien cruzara camino con él, sonrisas de blancas perlas apareciendo entre un aura gentil y brillante. La personalidad distaba mucho de “Lord Lecho de Pulgas”, tanto que los ancianos que llegaron a conocerlo desde la cuna insistían que parecían opuestos, y oír esas declaraciones solo la aliviaban al no querer que Daemon lo influenciara. Sabía que lo mejor era que todos dijeran que se parecía a él, que así la infidelidad pasaría desapercibida, pero siempre podría anunciar que esas diferencias venían de su parte de la familia.

Viserys mantenía la fachada a pesar de saber la verdad, en el inicio amargura llenándolo al tener un hijo que no podía celebrar. Finalmente tenía lo que tanto deseó y estaba obligado a mantenerlo en las sombras, aunque culpabilidad frenó cualquier fantasía cuando Aemma falleció dando a luz. Se suponía que pasarían varios días celebrando, pero cada acto cesó ante la noticia de que el nonato, Baelon Targaryen, tampoco sobrevivió las primeras horas de vida.

Ambas muertes fueron un golpe terrible y, como era de esperar, Daemon no tuvo mejor idea que escapar a la Calle de Seda y nombrar al pequeño como el “Heredero por un Día”. Ebrio y poco cuidadoso no imaginó que la voz correría, y mucho menos pensó que a primer hora del amanecer Otto Hightower comunicara la falta de respeto a un Viserys emocionalmente herido.

—Señorita Stark, el Rey la solicita.

Monótona e impasible, la sirvienta aguardó mientras bajaba la taza de té y asombro pintaba cada músculo facial.

—¿Ha dicho por qué? —preguntó en el proceso de limpiar cualquier resto de desayuno en los labios.

—No, solo que la acercara lo antes posible al Salón del Trono.

Un incomodo sentimiento le cerró el estómago y provocó una breve ráfaga de nauseas, todo de aquella invitación siendo diferente a los encuentros que hasta ese momento tuvieron.

—De acuerdo, iré.

Inspiró profundo en el proceso de levantarse y dejó que los pies la guiaran, en la puerta recibiéndola un guardia y dejando que ingresara. Avanzó por el enorme espacio apreciando al hombre, el cual vestía de negro y se hallaba sentado con expresión tensa.

—Majestad —saludó antes de reverenciar, fielmente ajustándose a las etiquetas al haber personal militar presente—. Vine tan rápido como pude, ¿en qué puedo ayudarle?

Conectando miradas, pudo notar como sus ojos se suavizaban un momento antes de regresar a un sentimiento oscuro.

—Desde que te he conocido has sido alguien de confiar y no planeo someterte a interrogatorio porque sé la clase de persona que eres… —realizó una breve pausa por la incomodidad de tener que actuar tan distante—. Pero me veo en obligación de preguntar, ¿sabes dónde estuvo Daemon anoche?

—Lamento no tener información que sea de ayuda, pero desconozco las actividades de mi esposo —contestó presionando y frotando los labios en un breve gesto de ansiedad.

—Es de común saber que mi hermano escapa a las responsabilidades, así que entiendo la ignorancia.

—¿Ha sucedido algo, señor? —preguntó con piel erizada en anticipación.

Viserys se removió en el trono y encajó la mandíbula en enojo, un gesto que la asustó al ser muy poco usual.

—Bajo el manto de la oscuridad, Daemon, escapó a un burdel a beber y hundirse con gente cuestionable a faltar el respeto de mi hijo fallecido —explicó elevando la voz en cada palabra—. Lo coronó “Heredero por un Día” y pasó cada rato libre lejos de su familia, ¡ni siquiera consolando a Rhaenyra!

Palidez la pintó de la impresión y colocó una mano en el pecho por el grave error, inmediatamente amagando a disculparse hasta que recordó que no fue error suyo.

—Realmente me deja estupefacta… esto es… no sé… —bajó la cabeza con el corazón sumamente acelerado.

—Daemon ha sido llamado y está de camino a recibir castigo —informó en tono normal evitando generarle estrés—. Como dije, sé la clase de persona que eres y tendré consideración por la gran alianza con tu familia, pero debes estar presente para saber cómo quedará la situación.

—Por supuesto.

Claramente preocupada esperó a un costado y sintió fugaces miradas de Viserys, al ceder apreciando que intentaba tranquilizarla con un lenguaje corporal amable. Emitió una pequeña sonrisa y regresó a mirar el suelo, entonces la puerta abriéndose y enseñando al Targaryen en juicio. Brevemente se miraron y luego observaron al Rey, el cual enderezó la espalda e inmediatamente empezó a tratar el desacato.

—Fue mi manera de llevar el infortunio, cada uno actúa de manera distinta —excusó en tono bajo, definitivamente tomándolo desprevenido que lo dicho llegara a la Fortaleza Roja.

Juntando las manos al frente se contuvo de negar ante el carácter de Daemon, especialmente cuando empezó a pelear por su posición en la Corte Real.

—¡Suficiente! He aguantado, he intentado comprenderte y razonar, pero ya no más —gritó Viserys completamente harto—. Toma tu dragón y abandona Desembarco del Rey, vete y busca en otras tierras como ser un hombre decente.

Aquella sentencia de destierro fue inesperada y la femenina los miró intentando dilucidar donde quedaba ella, un tema que el Targaryen menor también consideró.

—¿Harás que deje a mi esposa e hijo?

—Nunca estás con ellos y apenas cumples tus deberes, ¿ahora te preocupa mantener la farsa?

La selección de palabras la congeló de pies a cabeza y por unos momentos dejó de respirar mientras veía al regente con susto.

—¿Te atreves a difamar cuando apenas puedes ser Rey? Es hipócrita señalar cuando tampoco llegas al estándar —frunció el ceño conteniéndose de acercarse, porque sabía que los guardias lo sacarían de la habitación.

Viserys calló un momento e inspiró intentando mantener compostura, entonces mirando a la mujer que secretamente amaba y notando la oportunidad que se presentaba.

—No solo abandonarás estas tierras, Daemon, sino que también anularé tu matrimonio. Te irás y serás libre de revolcarte con cuanta prostituta quieras, pero no ensuciaras más el nombre y la cama de la dama que todos los días ha soportado tu indecencia.

—¿Cómo? —preguntó con un cambio de expresión que erizó los cabellos, los guardias en la habitación preparándose ante la amenaza.

—Una mujer proveniente de la casa Stark no debería vivir en tales condiciones, con un hombre incapaz de valorarla —aseguró al tiempo que inflaba el pecho y elevaba el mentón—. Cuidaré de ella y criaré a Rhaegar como el heredero legitimo al trono que es.

Exponer la verdad le estrujó el corazón en angustia y miedo, inevitablemente soltando un quejido mientras se le humedecían los ojos.

—¿Qué has dicho? —preguntó incrédulo y sin pestañear, al ver la reacción femenina su cuello y nuca tomando color por la furia—. ¿¡No es mi hijo!?

—Lo siento, p-pero nosotros nunca… consumamos el matrimonio —explicó juntando ambas manos en el pecho.

—¡Mientes!

—Las pocas noches que no estabas hasta la mañana en los burdeles llegabas absolutamente ebrio y perdías la conciencia apenas tocabas la almohada —jadeó con el labio inferior temblando.

—¿¡Entonces la solución fue refugiarte en mi hermano!?

—¡Arruinaste el poco amor que te tuve! —defendió exasperada—. Llegué a ver lo bueno en ti hasta que me cambiaste por la Calle de Seda, quise que nos acercáramos y…

—¡Calla! —interrumpió yendo decidido a hacerle quién sabe qué.

—¡Deténganlo! —ordenó Viserys poniéndose de pie, los guardias inmediatamente agarrándolo y alejándolo—. Ya has hecho demasiado daño, no permitiré que lastimes a mi futura esposa.

—¡Desgraciado! —gritó al tiempo que forcejeaba, el movimiento haciendo las armaduras tintinear.

—Sáquenlo, no dejen que siga un día más en Desembarco del Rey.

Asintiendo pequeño, los dos hombres que agarraban al Targaryen empezaron a arrastrarlo fuera del salón. Maldiciones y promesas de retribución retumbaron en las paredes hasta que estuvo lejos, el ambiente siendo pésimo hasta que Rhaenyra apareció con mirada humedecida.

—Crucé a Daemon y dijo… —apretó los labios y tragó intentando no derrumbarse—. ¿Es verdad? —inquirió a pesar de que sabía la respuesta por el aspecto de ambos.

Viserys dudó un momento antes de recordar la confianza que lo llevó a revelar el secreto, firme bajando los escalones del trono.

—Si, Rhaegar es tu hermano.

La noción del parentesco envió un desagradable escalofrío en Rhaenyra, quien tenía la herida de su madre y hermano al rojo vivo. Miró a la mujer y limpió una lagrima rebelde antes de cerrar ambas manos en puños.

—Felicidades, engendraste al próximo Rey —jactó dolida en el proceso de girar y dirigirse a la puerta.

—No fue con ese propósito, ¡amo a tu padre! —declaró desesperada, pero la joven siguió sin mirar atrás.

—Vigilen la entrada —indicó el regente al personal presente, cada uno saliendo y cerrando la puerta para cuidar desde el exterior.

Ambos voltearon al otro y relajaron los hombros, Viserys abriendo los brazos y encerrándola entre ellos.

—Impulsivo, lo que hiciste no tuvo preparación —reclamó contra su pecho, desesperada agarrándolo de la ropa.

—Ciertamente, pero tomé la oportunidad cuando se presentó —explicó al tiempo que la consolaba con delicadas caricias—. Si lo planeábamos habríamos estado mejor mentalizados, pero las reacciones no hubieran cambiado.

—Puede ser… —suspiró insegura, aunque en lo profundo sabía que tenía razón.

—En poco el impacto pasará y podrás disfrutar de finalmente ser libre.

—La gente juzgará por los pasillos —soltó las telas para colocar ambas manos en el pecho de Viserys.

—Nadie es libre de la opinión ajena, pero serás reina y eso te ahorrará varios problemas.

La noción del rol que cumpliría en el futuro le aflojó las rodillas, sin embargo logró aguantar y mirarlo a los ojos.

—¿En serio me harás tu esposa?

—Absolutamente, es momento de elegir con quien compartir mis días —dijo mientras iba a sostenerla de la mejilla—. Te amo, estoy ansioso de vivir contigo y criar en conjunto al pequeño Rhaegar.

—Nuestro hijo —murmuró poniendo una mano sobre la de él.

Cansados y abrumados compartieron un beso amargo por el mal momento vivido, pero un trasfondo dulce otorgaba la fuerza que necesitaban para soportar y luchar por la felicidad.

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[cambion-companion]

Part 2 now up!

Oooh, yes yes I know exactly what I want to write for these lovely Anon prompts! (edit: oh yeah, Aemond popped off in this one...I was expecting to be writing harsh words, and maybe threatening...but nah he uh kills them)

Aemond x wife!reader | crude language | protective Aemond | violence

Moonlight washed over your face, the cool night breeze rustling your skirts as you snuck outside the Keep walls. You knew he waited for you, just below the descending stone steps in front of you, awash in silver light.

You saw a figure in a cloak, hooded and tall, lithe of frame, waiting for you, his hand on the banister as he turned toward the sound of your hurrying feet. "Y/N." Your name on his tongue like honey as your husband extended his arm for you to take. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost leaving our rooms."

"Aemond." You chided. "That's only happened once, and I had Aegon as my escort, we were both thoroughly in our cups."

"Mmhmm." He guided you swiftly down the remaining stairs, out into the open streets of King's Landing, the Red Keep a looming fortress at your backs. "You were undetected?"

"I had to navigate around some guardsmen, but yes. No one knows we're sneaking off to the fire festival." You looked up at him from under your own hood. "Why are we sneaking, Aemond?"

"Anonymity is half the fun." He mused, squeezing your arm briefly. "I'd rather enjoy the festivities with my lady without peasantry taking notice of our presence."

Firelight up ahead caught your eye. As the two of you strode forward the quiet darkened streets gave way to raucous revelry. Small folk laughing and cheering as fire dancers whirled and spat flame. There was an open pavilion with a makeshift stage whereon actors flounced about in comedic costumes. Bussers carrying platters of drink and food navigated their way through the chattering crowd. The smell of baked goods and sweet delicacies teased your nostrils as you inhaled, sharing a smile with Aemond.

Aemond did not release his grip on you the whole time you indulged in as many festival activities as you could. At all times he had a hand gripping your cloak fabric or tangled his fingers with your own. More often than not, he would watch your face rather than the performances of the acrobats and fire eaters. You would be gazing at them open mouthed in wonder at their skill, then your eyes would flick to Aemond's face, and he would be studying your expression with a soft half-smile upon his curved lips, the firelight reflecting in his lilac eye.

As the night wore on, your feet began to ache despite the support of your leather boots. You were loath to leave, even as the crowd began thinning and the booths of food slowly turned in their wares.

A group of men, huddled together near a mossy stone wall, caught your attention as one of them said Aemond's name in a gruff voice. His fellows erupted into laughter at whatever he'd just said about your husband, and your fists curled into instinctive fists. Aemond's hand at your waist indicated he heard it too, and you glanced up to see he was staring at ground, his lips firmly pressed together as he concentrated on overhearing their conversation.

You both didn't have to strain your ears overmuch as the next words were clear to be heard, spoken in a deep drunken drawl. "He's lucky to have landed a lady like her."

His friends grunted in agreement.

Another man spoke up in a reedy voice. "Landed?" He scoffed. "Bedded is more like. What I wouldn't give to get a piece of her."

You noticed Aemond had stilled so completely, he had stopped breathing as his narrowed eye flitted to the huddle of men.

"Man like that Aemond Targaryen. Missing an eye and all that and still gets between the legs of something like her." A rail-thin man took a derisive swig from a bottle. "I would give her a good fucking and she'd be able to stomach my face."

"Get bent Tarful." His companion growled, pushing the thin man on the shoulder. "I'd love me the chance to put a bastard in her belly though."

"Aemond no!" You hissed, grabbing onto your husband's cloak but to no avail. The fabric was wrenched from your grip as Aemond strode forward, throwing back the hood of his cloak as he unsheathed his sword.

There were three of them, inebriated as they were, and only one of Aemond. You crouched to the ground, feeling around for a loose stone, anything that could be used as a weapon should the need arise.

The men didn't take note of Aemond's presence until he was almost upon them.

"What the shit?"

"Who the-"

"Oh, hells take me."

Horrified recognition slid across their faces as they took in the sight of Aemond's livid face. The prince stood rigid, a hand behind his taut back as he pressed the point of his sword into the eldest man's throat.

"You dare speak of my wife in such a manner." Aemond could barely speak for the overwhelming rage constricting his throat. "You dare have such vile thoughts about her."

His long silver hair shone under the moon, cascading down his back and over his shoulders, his violet eye aflame, clearly indicating who he was even to the drunken men before him.

The reedy man reached for a small dagger at his belt, drawing it and stepping toward the enraged prince.

"Foolish." Aemond seethed, barely glancing at him as his sword flashed in a blur of movement.

A spray of blood, the man crumpled. You gasped, looking away as you covered your mouth.

"Y/N. Leave." Aemond commanded, his tone still hard and imperious. "Head back to the Keep. I will catch up with you."

"Aemond..."

"Go!"

You scrambled upright, running across the deserted courtyard, only glancing back once to see the remaining two men cowering before the Targaryen prince, his long sword still extended, now dripping red.

Few others were still in the streets, and they paid you no mind as you hurried away, back up the hill to the Red Keep. Your stomach twisted with the memory of those men's violating words, and the sound of that body hitting the cobblestones with dull finality.

Aemond was gentle and kind when he was with you. You almost forgot he had the blood of Old Valyria coursing hot through his veins. His fury scared you as much as it thrilled you. You had never before seen this side of your husband. Now you understood a little better why the Targaryens were so feared and respected, the words of their family running through your mind.

Fire and blood.

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[jacesvelaryons]

it's yours.

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jacaerys (jace) velaryon x twin sister!reader

word count: 2.2k

rating: PG-13 (with hints of suggestiveness of you squint)

summary: jace returns from a voyage amassing wealth and knowledge like nothing before, yet after a year, it's only you he craves.

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Your twin Jacaerys had always grown up beside you, raised by the hip by your mother Princess Rhaenyra and your father, who wasn’t exactly your father really Lord Laenor Velaryon, who stepped up to be the father that was there for every milestone for you and your siblings.

You have her Valyrian features, of silver hair and lavender eyes. Many ask for you hand, sing songs of my beauty, paint my likeness, but you refuse at the moment. You will not settle down or marry until I have decided and been courted properly. You know you offer much more than your beauty.

Jacaerys was away for a voyage with your grandsire Lord Corlys and Lucerys. He had returned much more learned, confident and more of a man than the boy he was the day he left, having grown taller and more muscular. Meanwhile, you have grown more womanly, shapely and beautiful. He holds a Valyrian steel necklace with amethysts in his hand, the steel shimmering in the sunlight.

“ Jace, you've returned!”

You run towards him, not caring how unlady like it seems when you pull up your skirts to not trip on your feet, and to get to him as soon as you can. He wraps his arms around you, more toned and buff than he was when he returned, slightly tanned from his time on voyage and a musky scent of sea salt lingered from him.

Jacaerys was back in your arms, alive and well in one piece and he was right here in the flesh. He pulls away from you, the smile on his face still there, as he takes in that he is back to you, and how you have changed in his absence.

He steps back in awe as he admires you, unbelieving how much you had transformed over the years.

“Oh, how you have grown sister.”

“So have you, Jace.” You smile sweetly, tension hanging in the air.

Digging into his pockets, he unveils a velvet case and opens it up to you, revealing a Valyrian steel necklace similar to your mother’s own, but studded with amethysts.

"It's yours, sister."

You gasp in shock, hands shaking as your eyes flicker between his tanned form and the pendant in his hands.

“You did not! I will not accept this.” Your smile can’t fall off your face as you cross your arms and turn away from him but he insists, holding the case over his shoulder.

“I insist, sister. For me, please?” He pleads with his signature hazel puppy eyes that he knows you can’t refuse and you sigh and shake your head as you surrender.

Jace grins in victory when you accept, taking your other hand in his and brushing his thumb against your knuckles.

“Turn around. Let me put it on you. I want to see my girl wearing my gift for her.”

Facing your back against him, you hear his footsteps creak against the wood of the dock as he comes closer to you, chest pressed against you, feeling every crevice of his muscle against your own.

As his warm breath tickles the crook where your shoulder meets your neck, you feel a shiver down your spine and your mouth is nearly agape by the time he locks the necklace before you put your hair down.

Turning you over by the waist, he admires his creation with a satisfied smirk and a hand on his chin.

“Beautiful. My, how you have blossomed into a great beauty sister. Even more than I have imagined in my wildest dreams.”

A blush formed on your cheeks as you shyly looked down,yet he caressed your face, prompting you to look him in the eye as he looked down on you, the height difference between you two more apparent than ever before.

“Don’t hide your beauty, my love. You have blossomed into a great beauty. I am sure every lord is lucky to be your suitor, clamoring for your hand.”

Gathering yourself, you smile and nod, grasping onto his forearm and feeling the breeze against your warm skin.

“Yes, many have tried and still persist. Yet none has caught my eye.”

“Truly? None?” He teases with a raised eyebrow as you both chuckle and you beckon him to join your family inside.

…

Jacaerys is welcomed back by the realm with open arms, heralded with weeks long celebrations and festivities. As he has his moment in the sun, you watch from the sidelines, observing quietly with a sense of pride and a drink in your hand as the kingdoms unanimously cheer and celebrate their future king.

Observing the sunset glowing into warm orange and pink and purple hues, as you stood by the balcony admiring the scenery, you did not expect him to appear by your side wordlessly, with a curious expression on his face.

“Been ignoring me, sister? How you have been wounded by pride, where I have been away so long and now you wish to be apart from me again?” He jests lightheartedly, posture relaxed as he rests his hips on the balcony next you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his playful nature, an ease to himself that was not naturally found before his voyage, when he left as a scared, pensive and overthinking boy, and returned a confident, self assured, cultured and intelligent young man.

“I am not ignoring you at all. On the contrary, I wanted to give you your space for time in glory, so that the night would be all about you. The realm awaited your return and now they have their prince.” You defended yourself with a smile, sipping on your goblet.

He quirked an eyebrow amusedly. “And did you await your prince?”

Rolling your eyes, you put your drink down on the balcony and face him, standing right in front of him. His eyes followed your every move with piqued interest, an entertained smirk on his face as his hands tugged on the necklace on your neck possessively, the cold steel stinging deliciously onto your skin like a mark all over you.

“Of course I did. I wrote back to you every single time your letters arrived to me. Even when I wouldn’t get anything from you, I would hope for any word from grandsire or Luke, any message from you or any signs that you were alive.” You spoke defensively, as if offended by the accusation that you were indifferent towards him throughout all his eyes threading the dangerous seas.

“You did. How lovely to hear my sister cared so much for me. I saved every letter you sent.”

“Every letter?”

He nodded proudly, looking out briefly into the night skies before returning to seeing only you. “Every single one. I too was dismayed when I would not get a letter from you or missed a day from our messengers.”

“I thought you could have died while you were away, Jace! Or even…I thought you would have found the company of someone else and forgotten all about me back in Westeros.”

Jacaerys sneered in glee, resting his palms on your shoulders, feeling your bare skin on his rough, calloused palms and pushing you closer to his warmth. “Was my sister jealous of my travels?”

You scoffed and glared, avoiding his intense stare. “I am not! I was merely concerned for you and our family members’ well being. On behalf of the kingdom at large, I was concerned with making sure you, Luke and Grandpa Corlys came back home safe!”

He laughed in barely hidden amusement at your flustered expression. “You are adorable, aren’t you? Are you sure you were not wondering whether I was with another in more intimate situations? I was in exotic lands, so it must have-”

An ugly, all-consuming tugged at the pit of your stomach as he described the picture, rearing its ugly head as you wished to drown out any visions of him physically entangled with another.

You feigned indifference, raising your chin proudly and crossing your arms wanting to appear indifferent. “Like I cared. You’re a man now anyway. Targaryen men have never learned to keep it in their pants. The fire in your blood hungers and craves for satisfaction and desire.”

Jace only laughed at your attempt, patting your head affectionately as if he was petting a dog.

“Oh, sister. I see right through you. You care for me, so much that you’d worry about me with someone else. Worry not, many women may have offered their services and company, but I only crave one lady’s heart and hand. Yours.” He circles his hands around your waist, staring you in the eye with a sincere, loving expression.

You didn’t want to believe or listen to him - a wall placed around your heart for protection from getting hurt, from the possibility of getting so close and losing him.

“As dutiful and honourable as you are, I wouldn’t be surprised if your guard was down and you indulged yourself in the pretty ladies at your feet.”

He shakes his head, a hand on his heart as he swore. “I mean it with my life and blood. I may have heard and seen things about how the act and romance goes, but I have saved myself for one woman only. The one and only who deserves my heart and favour. That is you, sister.” Cupping your chin, he rubs his thumb against your bottom lip, feeling the pout forming on your mouth.

“You promise?” You ask quietly, a hushed whisper only he can hear amidst the loud echoes from the crowd bustling metres away inside the Keep.

“I promise, with everything that I am and ever will be. There was only one name I thought of as I slept at night, that I prayed for and wrote in my journal alongside my travels. The only one whose letters I awaited on baited breath, who caused me despair when I thought you wanted nothing to do with me when days came without a letter, but relieved when I found out only a storm en route to the voyage may have lost the letter or delayed it by days or weeks.” Jace insists solemnly, all jest gone from his words as he meant every single thing he said.

“I feared some knight or great lord could have swept you off your feet in my absence, that I could have lost you and could do nothing about it, that I would have been too late to make a difference if I tried to return.” His voice grew shaky and weary, pulling you closer to him as if he was afraid you would perish or melt in his arms.

You looked at him with wide, concerned eyes, watching the uncertainty and fear take over him, which was hidden by the assured, suave image he tried to project, but with you, he could not hide for too long. That has not changed.

“I could never. I tried looking for you in every suitor that came my way, but they are not you. They all missed something, they didn’t have your eyes or your smile, they were smart but not as smart as you, caring but not with the same edge you had.” You spoke, releasing a deep breath you did not know you were holding in, resting your palms on his broad chest, as if to soothe and calm him.

To feel him against your own flesh, that he has returned, that he was yours, and yours alone. His scent flooded your senses in the familiarity, how he had changed but stayed the same simultaneously.

“I want your hand. I want you.I want you to be my wife, in the tradition of our house. I have only imagined being king with you as my queen by my side. I want you to be mine, to have your heart and hand. I want to make you the happiest woman alive by my side, as my wife, as my lover, as the mother of my future children. Do you want that too?” He takes your hand into his and looks at you pleadingly, hopeful and anticipating.

You considered his proposal carefully, but there was only one answer for you. One you already knew deep within you.

“Yes. Even if mother and grandsire may have alluded and wanted for this marriage politically and for the realm, I want this for myself. For you. As people, as young lovers, as humans, not future heirs to the throne.” I nod enthusiastically.

Jace erupts in a joy like no other, his smile bright and joy undeniable as he pulls you into a tight embrace, pressing his nose against your neck.

“May I have a kiss to seal our union, my love?”

Tears brimming in your eyes from reprieve, you rest your palm on the back of his neck as you press your lips against his, standing on your tiptoes. It was warm, passionate and longing, as if needing release from so long apart.

He grinned into your kiss, soft lips pressing against yours, tongue swiping at your bottom lip before he pulled away in victory. His broad palms explore your form as if studying every crevice, pleased by the woman you have grown to become and the one he loves more day by day.

“My queen.”

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pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: aemond sees you playing around with one of helaena’s children and doesn’t hesitate to join.

content warnings: just pure fluff, aemond being a good uncle to helaena's children, aemond flirting.

note: if there are any grammatical errors i apologize, english is not my first language! hope you enjoy.

YOUR LAUGH CAN BE HEARD at a great distance and aemond thinks he has never heard anything so sweet before.

as he approaches the gardens, he can see you running and hiding behind a tree, a silver haired seven year old trying to keep pace. his sister is sitting nearby with her embroidery in hands, a couple of maidens not far behind. before helaena can say anything he tells her to keep quiet holding a finger on his lips.

however his nephew sees him and starts yelling his name, running to him with open arms. he picks him up and you come out from behind the tree, straightening your clothes and bowing before him.

"my prince,"

he smiles and nods in your direction, his attention on his nephew. "what? you want help chasing the pretty lady?" you face heats up at his words, suddenly a stain on the floor is a lot more interesting. “we should chase the pretty lady, then.”

the prince leaves jaehaerys on the floor, holding one of the little kid’s hand, and they immediately start running to you. so you play the part too, yelling for someone to help you as you run, hiding behind the tree again.

you wait a few seconds before checking where they are, but you can’t see them anywhere. frowning you turn to the other side only to bump into someone’s chest, losing balance.

“easy there,” his hands steady you and when you make eye contact with aemond he’s wearing such a beautiful smile that you find yourself smiling at him too.

“got you!” the little one makes you jump and came back to reality. “we deserve our kisses now.”

you look at him with embarrassment, suddenly very aware of your proximity with the prince, who won’t let you go, hands still holding your arms tightly.

“i… a kiss on the cheek was the prize- but you don’t have to,”

“he is right,” aemond says, surprising you. he bends down to take nephew in his arms again. “we do deserve our kisses.”

you bite your lower lip and force yourself to look to the floor, the color on your face giving away how nervous you really are. his piercing gaze sending shivers down your spine, waking every nerve ending in your body.

aemond lifts your chin ever so tenderly with one of his fingers, his thumb brushing lightly across your lip.

jaehaerys leans in, proudly showing you his cheek. giggling you kiss him two times and the little boy hides his face in the crook of his uncle’s neck.

“my turn now.” it is aemond’s time to lean in but instead of you kissing him, he’s the one bringing his lips closer to your face. and you’re frozen in place, your heart beating so fast you feel that at any time it is going to get out of your chest.

you see stars the moment his lips make contact with the corner of your mouth, his soft lips touching yours for a second, and something explodes inside you.

“breathe.” aemond whispers, his breath tickling you. your trembling knees make it difficult to stand up and support yourself and he notices, helping you by putting his free arm around your waist.

you are experiencing so many emotions, all your thoughts screaming his name, that only when jaehaerys moves, having fallen asleep in his arms, you remember where you are and who is watching. but before you can even think about pulling away, aemond tightens his grip.

“the weather is nice today, don’t you think? i would be crazy if i let you go before we take a walk, my lady.”

his singular smirk is back on his face and you’re not thinking straight anymore. you can smell him, a mixture of cedar, leather and sweat making you dizzy.

he adjust the little one in his arm, and with a squeeze on your waist you two start walking.

“i have always love the path through the gardens, so many different trees and flowers, so much to explore.” you say dreamily. “it’s just so… beautiful.”

“indeed. very beautiful.” unbeknownst to you, he never takes his eye away from you.

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