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abbatoirablaze · 2 months

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Allies, Aemond Targaryen

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“My lord-“

The king held his hand up, tiredly waving away Hightower, “Not now, Hightower.”

“But my lord,” Hightower said quickly, “There has been an urgent request for your presence…”

“My husband has bid that you leave him alone!” Alicent said dutifully as she spared her father a glance. The older man sent her a glare in return but said nothing as he turned to leave, “my king…are you alright?”

“No, Alicent, I am not alright. Our son was damaged…” he growled, “and at the hands of Rhaenyra’s children. I will not have this type of fighting in my household…”

“I know, my lord. I asked that you-“

“And what you did?” he growled, his own question making her jump, “what is your excuse? You are to act like a queen and yet-“

“She was the reason our son was damaged!” she spat, “it’s been weeks, and you see how your subjects treat him now that they have been able to see what has happened to him. They treat him as though he is damaged goods. As though-“

“HE IS!” he yelled at his wife, “long before he lost his eye, that boy was damaged goods, Alicent, and you know it. But you spoiled him. You infantilized him! YOU MADE HIM A MONSTER! Now his face matches what is on the inside!”

A lone tear ran down Aemond’s cheek as he turned from the door.

Originally, he’d planned on speaking to his mother and father, wanting to go to the dragon pit, but upon hearing their argument, he just stood and listened. But he had never expected them to talk to one another about him like that.

His lip warbled as he looked away, and started down one of the many sets of stairs that were unknown to many in the kingdom. Slipping into one of the passages he made his way to the dragon pits.

Pulling his cloak up over his face he started towards the handlers; the eunuchs assigned to watch over and care for the dragons until the dragon riders came to be with them or needed them.

“YOU!” he called hastily, “where is my dragon? Where is Vhagar?”

The eunuch shook his head, “I-I know not my prince…”

His nose twitched as he pulled his dagger, “WHERE IS MY DRAGON!”

A roar from the cavern caught his attention.

It was as though Vhagar had recognized his voice already and had heard him calling for her. She bellowed once more, beckoning her owner towards her.

“Useless!” Aemond spat, his nose twitching once more as he returned his dagger to his belt. Pulling on his hood once more he followed the sounds of the dragon bellowing until he reached an exceedingly deep cavern.

But he was shocked when he saw someone already with Vhagar.

Another figure, this one a little smaller than his own, was laying by the dragon’s snout, lazily stroking it while the dragon herself hummed in response.

“VHAGAR!”

Neither dragon, nor the other figure moved as Aemond hastened his pace, coming up to his dragon. He drew his dagger once more as he looked at the figure ready to challenge them if they so much as put the newly formed bond with the dragon in question, “Get away from my dragon.”

Vhagar barely batted an eye as she nosed her rider away from the figure.

“Vhagar!” he growled, lightly tapping her snout with the flat side of his blade. His dagger returned to its sheath and he crossed his arms over his chest, “what are you doing?”

“She’s enjoying a chin scratch,” the figure called out to him, “if you knew anything about some of these old guys and gals it’s that no one gives them a proper chin or snout scratch, so when someone does they’re in heaven.”

“WHO ARE YOU TO COME INTO MY DRAGON’S DEN?”

The figure turned, her hood dropping.

Aemond gasped.

“I am Ayealla, daughter of-“

“Vaemond Velaryon!”

She smiled, “nice to know that my father’s reputation proceeds me.”

“Awfully far from the sea…”

She smiled again, “I heard that my cousin Laena had passed. I had to make sure that Vhagar was claimed by someone that was worthy to ride her. Secretly I’d always hoped that Vhagar would have chosen me, but I was far too young when her last rider passed. Plus…well…I’ve had mine since I was born.”

“You may leave!” he said swiftly, sparing her a small glance, “Vhagar has her rider…and I shall-“

But he stopped speaking when he noticed the marring on her neck when she removed her hood.

“It’s rude to do that you know…but since your new to being damaged…I’ll let it slide.”

“I-I’m not-“

“Aemond…quiet yourself and listen to me…” she sighed, “because what I can tell you will make sure that no one ever treats you the way you’re feeling again.”

“H-how do you know what I’m feeling?”

“Because I’ve been there,” she said solemnly as she slid her lockes back over the side of her neck to cover the marring of her flesh, “I came here because of what happened. Because of what my cousins have done to you…I’m going to make you powerful Aemond…so people know that they won’t get away with what they’ve done…”

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

He watched curiously as she pricked her finger and chanted in high Velaryon, first marking Vhagar’s snout with her blood, and then finally moving towards Aemond, and making a marking on his cheek.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“A ritual, Aemond Targaryen…a ritual of the sea…and of the old gods. A ritual of my allegiance to you, cousin.”

Aemond looked across the table to where his cousin sat.

“My, she has grown into quite the attractive-“

“Brother…” Aemond growled at his more nefarious brother. Aegon chuckled and clapped him on the back. Aemond frowned, “you are married to-“

“Don’t remind me,” he groaned as he looked to where his wife was dancing with their toddlers, engaging them in their playful attitudes, “Ayealla hasn’t been seen in the courts in years…her father was hiding her away from the family be-“

“Because our family has the tendency to kill hers?” Aemond asked, referring to how their uncle had killed her father before taking their sister back to Dragonstone.

“Some might say that,” he shrugged, “Do you think that she’s making eyes at me, brother? She keeps looking over here…and I-quiet. She’s coming over.”

“Prince Aemond,” she said quietly, joining the brothers, “my king…kind of you to invite me to the formal gathering of your courts. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to make the journey sooner.”

“We were wondering if you’d even show…” Aemond teased, “you’ve been quite a ghost in our circles…”

She gave him a sad smile, “we need all the alliances we can get, can we not? My father was against Rhaenyra attempting to take the throne. Spoke out against it.”

“He would have preferred your family got it and was sitting in King’s Landing over mine!” Aegon frowned, reminding her of her father’s indiscretions.

“He would have rathered you receive the crown than her, my lord.” She smiled sweetly at him, “a king in his rightful place.”

“Fair enough,” Aegon shrugged as he eyed the woman up and down, “so…no husband to keep you in line, Ayealla?”

“Died…at sea…I’m but a widowed woman without a nest to tend to,” she answered shortly, “I offer my services to your kingdom, my lord, as daughter of Vaemond Velaryon. That of mine and my dragon.”

“Kind of you!” Aemond smiled, answering before his brother, “we will be glad to have you serving under the rightful king of the seven kingdoms.”

“And may he have a long and prosperous reign!” she said firmly, holding up a chalice, “Prince Aemond…might I borrow you for a dance?”

“But of course, Ayealla!” Aemond replied just as firmly. He stood from his spot and looked at his brother once more before coming around the table and holding his hand out to her. She took it and the two of them walked down the steps to the formal dancing area. He wrapped his arms around her, and she clung to him as the song changed.

“I truly am surprised that you’re here, Ayealla.”

“We sealed our alliance as children, Aemond…that will never change…” she reminded him, “I received your word that you wished for me to come to the court…so I have.”

“We were children!” he recalled softly, brushing the hair from her neck so that her scars were exposed. Their eyes met, and she reached up, removing the eye patch, exposing the brilliant gem that hid beneath, “Two damaged souls…forever entwined though, are we not?”

“Our beauty is in what others would see as our flaws.”

“A fiery fighter,” he cooed gently, stroking the long-since healed skin, “one was tortured by pirates at her father’s incompliance.��

“A warrior who was looking to protect his family’s honor,” she replied even softer, her hand reaching to stroke along his brow and cheek where his scar was, “our time is coming soon, Aemond. I promised you years ago that you were to get your revenge on those who harmed you. And I keep my word, sweet prince.”

“And when the kingdom falls, we run and never look back…” he reminded her.

“I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth, my love.”

“And I you.”

#aemond targaryen #house black #house of the dragon #hotd #one shot #1shot #prince aemond #house valeryon #allies

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casasupernovas · 1 year

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sometimes i think about frustratingly surface level the books go into the death eaters and house slytherin, when literally everything about them holds the root to all the interesting stuff about the wizarding world.

#harry potter #slytherin #house black #house elves #regulus black #kreacher #severus snape #death eaters #horcruxes #occlumency #horace slughorn

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siriuslystargazing · 1 year

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Sirius: we’re gonna sing Cher Lloyd by Cher Lloyd oh Becky G

Regulus: and don’t forget all the trouble we got into last time

Walburga: Why does somebody not know how to flush the toilet after they had a shit.

Sirius: it wasn’t me!

Walburga: Well it was fuckin one of you’s. Disgusting.

#harry potter #sirius black #black brothers #regulus black #jegulus #atyd regulus #atyd memes #remus lupin #marauders #james potter #padfoot #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #mwpp era #wolfstar #house black #noble house of black #orion x walburga

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aesthetic-solar-space · 1 year

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Most Noble and Ancient House of Black Headcanons Part One

Sirius went to Azkaban two years after Regulus died in the cave. (Reg died in 1979 and Sirius was imprisoned in 1981. Sirius later died in 1996 having lived roughly 17 years past his brother, 12 of which were in prison followed by 1 on the run, and 1 imprisoned inok their childhood house)

Andromeda and Sirius were never the closest, that was until he went to Hogwarts.. she saw her struggles in him and they became close even if only through letters and the like

Narcissa and Regulus were each other's safe place within the ranks. They knew they could never tell someone outside the family EVERYTHING that had happened so they found each other

Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa were always really close which is why the other two sisters took it so hard when their sister left for a muggle born. They dealt with it in different ways however, Bella with rage and anger whereas Narcissia was sad, hurt, and yet somehow understanding: more and more as she grew older

Sirius tried to take Regulus with him. But Regulus knew if both boys left they would always be hunted. Where as if it was only one: the other would be more or less left alone.

Andromeda tried to take Narcissa with her. She knew Bella would never go for it. But she had a soft spot for her youngest sister and wanted to protect her from a future she knew would be coming for the girl all too soon. Narcissa, like Regulus, knew one could get away, two would be a witch-hunt.

Everyone thought Bella went crazy because of prison, but it wasn’t the beginning. It just spread the process along. The loss of her sister Andromeda broke her heart in ways a family such as theirs never would be able to understand. Her heartbreak began to eat at her.

Regulus wrote letters to Sirius after he left, though he knew better than to send them or even address them. Sirius found them during his year stuck in their childhood home. That was the one and only time Kreacher was kind to Sirius. They sat in silence at the foot of Regulus’ old bed while Sirius read letter after letter.

When Sirius is notified that Regulus is dead, and he is notified because Regulus made sure he would be, his world stops. Everything stops. He’s with the Marauders and with the girls but nothing connects. And then like a child with an accidental magic explosion, everything in the room shatters. Everyone in the room is up and with wands drawn in seconds as they look for the source of danger, that is until Sirius says one thing and one thing only “they finally did it, they finally killed us both.” Remus and Lily are the first to realize what happened and what Sirius meant and they quickly put people to work or usher them out of the room. When everything is quiet again and Lily is kneeling in front of Sirius, his face in her hands, green eyes meeting silver, he breathes out “I want my brother back” and then breaks completely, crumpling in on himself and sobbing while Lily holds and comforts him.

Regulus’ ghost is one of few that doesn’t haunt a place. No he haunts a person, Sirius to be exact. For two years he stays out of sight just watching over him. But when Sirius ends up in prison it’s Regulus that helps him stay himself. Bella hears regulus from the next cell over, and sometimes when no one can hear it she cries both for herself and for her cousin. Not that she will ever say anything regarding it.

After the war Narcissa showed up on Andromeda’s door step. She had written dozens of drafts for letters to her sister but none were good enough. So one day she just showed up, she thought her sister would be angry or upset but as soon as the door swung open Andromeda had her arms around her little sister, hugging her tightly to make up for every-time she could do it over the years.

When Sirius dies, it’s not the marauders or Lily who shows up to welcome him: not at first, they are in the background giving him space. The person who is there to welcome him is his brother.. his sweet and caring and way too selfless brother who he hugs tightly while silently crying into his shoulder.

Lily and Sirius were ALWAYS there for each other. One year, well before Lily and James became a thing; Lily saw what happened to Sirius when he was with his family/at home. She pulled him aside to ask him about it but he knew before she opened her mouth. He swore her to secrecy, and up until he was completely disowned he spent many an afternoon at Lily’s house after something had gone bad at home.

The first time Regulus saw Peter in connection with Voldemort, he felt the fire burn inside - the same one everyone in his family hated Sirius for. Though he had not been close to his brother in years, and wasn’t even considered family anymore - he hated the blonde man more than his hate for the Lord or his parents. That night Regulus went to where he knew Sirius was - because he always kept tabs on Sirius and the Potter family, even if only from a distance. However he was met by Albus at the edge of the wards. He was willing to risk everything that night and yet Albus wouldn’t let him. He didn’t even let him get the words out that Peter was a spy, almost as if he knew. Sirius never knew of that night, he found a letter about it with the others and if only Sirius could get Albus alone he would have channeled every last drop of Black blood against the man that let every piece of family he had die. Essentially sending them to the chopping block himself.

Pandora Lovegood, was Regulus’ friend. They would often sit and do their own things in each other's company. When Regulus died, Pandora would go to his grave and just sit and do her own thing. That’s how she met Sirius. They never had any conversation aside from bits and pieces here and there. But the company of their lost person was nice.

Regulus played violin, though when Sirius left he stopped playing it. That was except for the night of his death. That night he not only played again for the first time in many years, but he also played a song Sirius always commented he loved. It was his way of saying goodbye to Sirius even if it couldn’t be in person.

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lovf00lish · 1 year

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My mother didn't have a heart, Kreacher. She kept herself alive out of pure spite.

Walburga Black (1925 – 1985) was a British pure-blood Dark witch, the eldest daughter of Pollux Black and Irma Crabbe, the older sister of Alphard and Cygnus, the wife and second cousin of Orion Black, and the mother of Sirius Black III and Regulus Black II. She was also a member of the noble House of Black, an old wizarding family and one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.

Walburga lived in Grimmauld Place starting at an unknown point in her life, presumably after she married her second cousin Orion. She died in 1985, but her portrait still remains at 12 Grimmauld Place. Walburga's portrait makes anyone not in the pure-blood elite quite uncomfortable in her home, by constantly shouting insults and epithets at them.

♱Carrie Coon as Walburga Black ♱

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daughterofyourdarklord · 7 months

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Towering turrets which far surpassed the grandeur of Hogwart’s own stood as tall and rife with dark magic as Bellatrix herself seemed to, faces of dragons and ancient Blacks from the 13th century glaring down at mother and daughter as they stood before the heavy, imposing gates.

“You know — I hope — how sacred we Black witches are. We take rights of passage onto the ancestral home when we become of age.” Grey eyes turn over her younger witch. Sometimes her gaze stilled over her, studying her face. All she remembered at times was the little child she’d had torn from her arms. “I trust my aunt and my father told you what you needed to know.”

The late evening sun glinted off the blade she raised. She turned it fluidly in her palm, clutching the silver between long thin digits, hilt offered.

“You spill your blood only once.”

She showed her own palm as if it would offer certainty. All that remained was a faded line, an ancient scar from three decades past. Delphini would be ingrained in the stone and the earth, she’d be bound forever to the house of Black just as her mother was.

They would know. The moment her blood would touch the door, Delphini would hear it. Whispers, magic of green and white and blue and black cloaking ethereally, stars shimmering on the doors, her name written into the most noble and ancient house of Black, acceptance would be given.

All Bellatrix could hope that was that the magic she’d done — or rather, undone — years ago, would be enough to grant her heiress entry.

Delphini smiles up at her mother, eyes twinkling a bit as she jokes.

“I think you already know the answer to that one, mum.” If there was one thing Auntie Walburga and grandfather put an emphasis on it was Black tradition. Not that Delphini had minded, she’d soaked it up, all too eager to learn about the family she was almost taken away from.

The dagger is cold in her hands, the metal of it gleaming amongst the night.

This is it.

Her smile falters a bit as she brings the blade to her palm. Normally, she’d never hesitate, but Delphini knew… She knew there was a chance that this magic, this ancestry, might outright reject her. Her blood was, of course, of House Black, of House Gaunt - of Salazar Slytherin himself - some of the purest blood in all of the wizarding world, tainted.

Delphini could only hope that that ancient and noble blood she grew up worshiping was potent enough to cleanse whatever muggle filth had infiltrated their family. Father had done everything he could to wipe it (him) out, now it was up to Delphini to prove it.

She drove the blade in perhaps deeper than necessary, relishing in the bite of the silver before raising her hand to the handle boldly. Here we go.

A wave of magic radiates upward the instant her blood seeps into the wrought iron, echoes of the ancient rites suddenly whispering all around her, some sounding like they were coming from just behind, others right in her ear. Delphi shivers, the smile returning to her face as she closes her eyes as though it will help her listen to their words more clearly.

She sees them, the faces of the hundreds that had come before her - she looks like them. The same distinguished bones sheathed beneath impeccable pale skin, those nearly too full lips, elegant black waves framing symmetrical features. The eyes though, Delphini has those muggle eyes.

Still, they were speaking to her - calling for her.

She loses sight of them all, now lost somewhere amongst the stars. Someone new is chanting, amidst the constellations she turns. It is her mother, only it is not. Bellatrix is pregnant, the stars reflecting in her entirely black eyes. She has a hand on her prominent stomach, runes climbing up her neck and down her arms. Suddenly, she looks right at Delphini-

She gasps as a force shoves her backwards, eyes shooting open. The door burns hot, her wound cauterizing from the intensity of it. Still, she does not let go.

In a burst of magic the gate flies open, nearly taking her arm with it. Delphini freezes for a moment, almost shell shocked, waiting for something to happen. She is entranced by the growing magic, those same voices seeming to lure her deeper into the castle.

“It worked!” She cries, turning around only to immediately throw herself into her mother’s arms, laughing joyfully against the older witch’s shoulder. Bellatrix had done this for her, Delphini knows it (saw it), her mother had thought her all those years ago and found a way to ensure she’d be granted entry. The younger witch pulls away gently, looking up into her mother’s eyes and hoping her own were reflecting all the words she wanted to say but couldn’t. All she could manage was a gentle:

“Thank you, mama.”

#phew #this felt like a workout #I literally wrote this while I sat on hold with IT for two and a half hours because my expense portal at work got so fucked #for the record its still not fixed #anyways #yay for black family magic that I still don't 100p understand but love figuring it out #also yay for world building #we got ways to go ladies and gentleman #cause y'all know delphini is just not getting in that easy #right #delphini #delphi #Bellatrix lestrange #house black #rituals and such #that's putting it lightly

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mostfandomimagines · 1 year

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Imagine: Being reunited with Sirius and he is completely shocked that you waited for him while he was in Azkaban

#harry potter series imagines #harry potter series #sirius black #sirius black imagine #house black #not my gif

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jackies-ear69 · 1 year

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I’m writing up some House traits for the main pureblood ones, bc although I’m a genetics nerd I love the ASOIAF style of genetics, it’s far easier

#harry potter #house black #house malfoy #house lestrange

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littlle-foxx · 1 year

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ㅤㅤ❝Как и все хорошие любовные истории, эта начинается с поцелуя. Следует, однако, оговорить, что это совсем не любовная история. Все, кроме неё. ㅤㅤБеллатриса сказала бы, что он погубил её, но это было бы огромным преувеличением его заслуг. ㅤㅤПоцелуй с кузиной — едва ли табу в семье Блэков (чистота крови навек), но, когда Нарцисса находит своего двоюродного брата между ног старшей сестры, её глаза выкатываются из орбит, а цвет лица меняется с аристократически бледного до почти смертельно белого. Белла лежит на кровати в своей комнате, закинув ноги на плечи Сириуса. В отличие от двоюродного брата она полностью одета: платье алого, как кровь, цвета задрано вверх, разорванные чулки стянуты вниз, в то время как одежда Сириуса разбросана по всей комнате. Когда Беллатриса выпускает громкий стон и толкается навстречу ласкам кузена, Нарцисса тихо закрывает за собой дверь. ㅤㅤПозднее, в Азкабане, Сириус слышит, как его двоюродная сестра кричит имя своего лорда, вспоминая, как она когда-то выкрикивала его. ㅤㅤДень, когда Сириус зачисляется на Гриффиндор, — один из худших в жизни Беллатрисы. Она знает, что это начало конца, даже учитывая то, что они всего лишь дети. ㅤㅤ«Я люблю тебя, Белла». ㅤㅤ«Нет. Нет, это не так». ㅤㅤСириус покидает больницу после рождения Гарри Джеймса Поттера в приподнятом настроении и ощущает, что за ним следят. Специально зайдя в тёмный глухой переулок, он прижимает надзирателя к стен��. Под капюшоном лицо его чёртовой двоюродной сестры: её глаза пылают, а губы у неё алые, словно кровь. Они смотрят друг на друга мгновение, а затем Белла обхватывает руками его шею и закидывает ноги на его бёдра, втягивая мужчину в яростный, кровавый поцелуй. Пока они трахаются, она царапает его шею и спину ногтями, кусает губы до крови и упивается этим. ㅤㅤДля Сириуса она всегда Белла, никогда — Беллатриса. Никто другой не достоин такой чести, даже Цисса с Медой. ㅤㅤДжеймс называет её «безумной, плохой Беллой». Сириус не смеётся (он не замечает, но и Питер тоже). ㅤㅤ«Сириус, я…» ㅤㅤ«Не думаю, что ты умеешь любить, Беллатриса». ㅤㅤВ день своей свадьбы Белла — призрак в белом, с малиновыми губами и аккуратно стянутыми в пучок волосами. Она наносит заключительные штрихи, когда кто-то входит в её комнату. Полагая, что это Цисса, Беллатриса не оборачивается и просит помощи, но вместо маленьких, прекрасно ухоженных пальчиков Нарциссы её волос касаются грубые руки. Белла поднимает глаза и видит своего отлученного от семьи кузена во плоти. И вместо того, чтобы выгнать его, проклиная, как велела бы мать или заставил бы сделать Тёмный Лорд, Белластриса просто смотрит на мужчину. Сириус вытягивает из причёски прядку её волос, и его рука скользит ниже. ㅤㅤОна опаздывает на церемонию. Её мать утихомиривается, увидев, что Белла не нанесла эту ужасную магловскую помаду на губы. Ремус Люпин, заметив отпечаток малинового оттенка губ на майке Сириуса, спрашивает, кто же эта счастливая леди. И тот рассказывает фантастическую сказку о магловской птичке и его мотоцикле, размышляя над тем, как осквернил кузину прямо в её белом свадебном платье. ㅤㅤОна — звезда Воительница, и именно этим хочет запомнится. Он — звезда Большого Пса, самая яркая в ночном небе. Они сияют вместе. Вместе они и сгорают. ㅤㅤУдар — и он падает, падает и падает; а она летит — выше, чем когда-либо.❞

#bellatrix black #sirius orion black #house black #harry potter #translation

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abbatoirablaze · 6 months

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The Girl With Two Dragons, Chapter 7

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: unprotected smut, angst, mentions of women being treated like property, hitting a woman/abuse, violence, aggression.

The sun was peering through the curtains, right against Aemond’s good eye, but he didn’t care. He was in his own personal heaven as his arms tightened around Daemhyra, who was peacefully sleeping inside of his embrace.

He shifted ever so slightly and she snuggled deeper against his bare chest, a whimper escaping her lips as her eyes remained closed, “Aemond, please stay in bed.”

The older of the two Targaryen chuckled as he kissed the top of her head, “if we stay in bed all day we’ll miss court…and-“

“Then we’ll miss court,” she giggled, smiling up at him. His heart melted at the sight of the naked woman in his arms. She leaned up and brushed her lips softly against his, “I have no wants or needs for anything but you, Aemond!”

“As much as I would love to do nothing else but to lay with you, I fear that we must get up, Daemhyra,” he frowned, reaching to her face to brush some of the hair away, “but I will draw us a bath so that we can enjoy one another’s company for just a little while longer.”

“I would very much like that,” she sighed, looking at him dreamily, “a hot bath to start the day off with the man that I love…”

“I will be back in bed before you know it…and then…I’ll claim you again in the copper tub.” He promised swiftly, sliding out of the large bed.

“Daemhyra…”

The water spilled over the edge of the copper tub and onto the floor. Aemond’s head rested against the edge of the tub while Daemhyra continued to roll her hips, her hands bracing themselves on his abs so that she could continue to ride him.

“Aemond,” she whimpered softly, leaning forward until her arms slipped around his neck. He leaned forward and their lips crashed together. More water spilled over the edge of the tub as his hands left the sides of the copper and wrapped around her, pulling her impossibly close to his own body, “my prince…fi-fill me with your seed, my love…”

“I’ll never stop!” he promised breathlessly, bucking his hips as his grip tightened around her, “my princess. My love. My lady wife.”

“Every part of me belongs to you, my love,” she moaned, so close to her own high. She rocked her hips again, and Aemond held her close, her breasts heaving in his face as he pounded up into her, “AEMOND! AEMOND!”

“Belong to me, princess,” he moaned as his hips stuttered into her, “I’ll give you my seed, princess. Turn you into a queen…be the queen of our warrior heirs!”

“Give it to me!” she demanded as she came on his cock with a moan that turned into a scream, “MY PRINCE!”

“PRINCESS!” he replied, hitting his own high as his seed spread out inside of her wet channel, “Daemhra!”

“Oh, Aemond…”

“AEGON! MY SON!” Alicent said firmly from her spot beside her husband, “please, come forward with your dear cousin, Daemhyra.”

Daemhyra looked across the hall where her cousin had been standing with Helaena and their children. Aegon’s chin tilted upwards and he fixed his coat before strolling across the hall with just a few short steps. Before Daemhyra was aware of it, he was standing before her, his arm extended as though he was the most charming man in the kingdom, “cousin…I believe that our queen is calling for us before the court!”

“As you wish your grace,” she said politely, turning to look at Queen Alicent and King Viserys. She gave a small bow and curtsey before turning back to Aegon and taking his arm. Swallowing down her nervousness, she tried to pry her attention away from the entrances, as Aegon led her towards the king and queen.

“My first born son, Aegon, prince of King’s Landing.” Viserys said firmly as the pair came to a stop, “and his cousin, Daemhyra, Princess of Dragonstone, daughter of Prince Daemon, house Targaryen. Do the two of you know why I have brought you before the courts?”

“No your grace!” she lied, bowing her head ever so slightly.

“No, your grace!” Aegon repeated.

“The princess has been given to me as a gift from her father. Daemon believes that having a Targaryen woman to become a lady wife could positively impact our family’s ties with other houses.” Viserys said calmly, looking around the room. Suddenly the halls were filled with an excited chatter. Daemhyra felt her heart racing.

She had been afraid of this.

“Tell me who you wish me to wed, and it shall be so, your grace.”

“You are to marry Aegon, princess!” Alicent answered for her husband.

The words seemed to put the hall into yet another silence.

Everyone knew that the greens were of the new god. Of the new ways. Two wives was unheard of with them.

Aegon smirked, his brow raising as his interest piqued, “what?”

“I do not wish to tarnish good Targaryen blood with the likes of some of the houses that have already asked for your hand, Daemhyra. It was decided at the meeting last night, that you are to become Aegon’s second wife. You will make sure, along with Helaena, that the Targaryen name remains strong and virile.”

“But Aemo-“

“Hold your tongue, child!” Viserys said in a disgusted tone. Daemhyra instantly silenced herself, her head bowing so that she didn’t have to see the king sneering at her, “You are set to marry Aegon. Do I make myself clear? You will be the second wife to Prince Aegon.”

Daemhrya looked to where her cousin should have been standing. But Aemond was nowhere in sight. Instead, she looked beside her to where her other cousin Aegon stood, in front of the queen and king. He reached out and took her hand.

“I can think of no better lady wife, and future queen,” Alicent said proudly as she looked at the two who had become betrothed, “my favorite niece, and soon to be daughter…you will make Aegon an honest husband, and an even better king one day.”

A few simple tears slipped down her cheeks, “yes your grace…a-as you wish.”

“Come now, cousin,” Aegon smirked, knowing full well what had happened the night prior. The pair bowed and he turned with her in hand so that they could leave the king and queen’s presence, so they may continue on with court. He pulled her close as they walked away, “I will be a very loving husband…and I can promise you, that with a little tea, we can overlook your little indiscretion.”

Her eyes widened and she paled, “Wh-what?”

Her hand absentmindedly went to her stomach.

“Do not think I’m an idiot,” he said in a low tone, “I know of your feelings for my brother, and his for you…”

“Aegon-“

“Address me as ‘my prince,’ princess,” he commanded with a forced smile as they walked down one of the halls. She whimpered as his grip tightened, “there will be ground rules, cousin…do not think that I will be controlled by your pussy as my weak brother is.”

“Aeg-“ but she stopped herself when he gave her a deadly glance, “M-my prince….”

“Now, now, now…” he chuckled as they started for his quarters, “there will be all the time in the world for conversation…right now I want you to listen and listen well. I hope you got that little crush out of your system…because if I catch you wandering to his quarters any time after our ceremony, I will make sure you cannot walk for a week after I’ve forced enough tea into your system to be sure that you are carrying no bastard from his loins.”

“I-“

“Did I not just say for you to listen?” he questioned angrily. She whimpered to herself, and he smiled, “we will call for the maester, and get you some moon tea…and then, I would like for you to bathe me, princess as I will bathe you…so that we may become…familiar with each other’s bodies…”

“I-That is not fitting of-“

“Do not tell me what is fitting,” he scoffed, “you are just a whore who spread her legs for my brother not one fortnight ago…be honored that I didn’t tell my parents you lost your maidenhood to that one-eyed beast…”

“I-“

“Did I not just ask for you to listen, not once, not twice, but thrice?” he growled. He stopped the two of them and promptly backhanded her. She whipped around so quickly, her legs buckled, and she fell to the floor. She looked up and was met with a stoic prince, “you will learn, Daemhrya…you belong to me now, lady wife. The time where you belonged to my brother is over. You belong to me now. So, I suggest, you learn your place.”

Her lip quivered in response. But before she could so much as utter another word, a flash of silver and black had erased Aegon from her line of sight, pushing him into the large thicket of bushes. Her eyes widened as she saw that Aemond had fallen through them with Aegon, and the two were fighting on the other side.

“SON OF A BITCH!” he screamed at his brother as he punched him, “HOW DARE YOU HIT HER. HOW DARE YOU-“

“SIR CRIS-“

But Helaena too had been cut off by another guard covering her mouth, shaking his head at her, a simple advisement to not create a scene.

Aemond hissed, pulling away from Aegon as he held his hand, “YOU BIT ME! YOU MONGREL!”

“Sir Cristen I want my brother pulled in front of mother and father for attacking me!”

“He hit Princess Daemhrya. He hi-“

“I was disciplining my future lady wife!” Aegon spat at his brother, “for going against the wishes of her prince!”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me,” Aegon smirked, standing to his full height. He began to brush off his coat as he repeated himself, “I was disciplining my lady wife…a matter in which you have no concern over!”

“Princess Daemhyra-“

“Was promised to me moments ago by our very own king and queen,” he said smugly, cutting his younger brother off, “Daemhyra is promised to be my second wife, brother.”

Aemond looked helplessly at the woman he loved, “Daemhyra…”

“Nobody objected it…th-the king and queen decreed it just moments ago…” she said sadly, her lip wobbling as she admitted what had happened due to him missing court, “Wh-where were you Aemond?”

“Come, Daemhyra…we will continue this conversation in my quarters…Sir Cristen, please escort my future lady wife to my quarters…and have her draw up a bath for the two of us!” he smiled. The knight took Daemhyra by the arm and pushed her in the direction of the prince’s quarters. The two brothers glared at one another for a moment before Helaena cleared her throat, “What? What is it, Helaena?”

“This is wrong and you know it, Aegon!”

“Take the boys to the nanny…I’ll deal with you after I deal with Daemhyra.”

With a huff she was following after the knight and Daemhyra.

“I swear, if you so much as-“

“Brother…be smart about this,” Aegon chuckled as he wiped away the bit of blood that had collected at the corner of his lip, “she was promised to me…”

“Y-you knew it was going to happen…didn’t you?” he asked, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you, brother…” he taunted smugly, “most men would be honored…I gave you my lady wife’s virginity…”

“You son of a-“

“Go ahead…hit me,” he replied, cutting his younger brother off, “I’ll beat her until I’m sure that bastard you’ve undoubtedly put in her belly is gone…”

Aemond dropped his fists and Aegon smiled.

“Be good, brother…stay in line…and I may just let you play with my toys like a good boy.”

Chapter 8

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Most Noble And Ancient House of Black Headcanons Part Two

Narcissa was the reason Bellatrix went to prison. She wanted to protect her son, but that wasn’t the whole story. Narcissa had watched Andromeda and her daughter and husband for years from a distance. Sometimes sending letters or gifts without signing a name. She knew with the war over, with Voldemort not around to occupy Bellatrix it wouldn’t be too long until Bella turned her sights on the children, including her estranged sisters - no matter what she had to do.

Regulus told Narcissa about the horcruxes and his plan before his death. She always knew - if you look at the places the horcruxes were during the second war you’ll notice either Narcissa or sometimes Draco was close by. She knew the Dark Lord wouldn’t stay dead forever and though she couldn’t explicitly do anything she sure as hell wasn’t going to leave it up to fate.

Regulus loved the water. Especially large bodies of it. At Hogwarts he would spend any free time just sitting by the Black Lake watching it move. It freed him. Even as it killed him.

Narcissa, Andromeda, and Sirius all played piano. Each had a distinct sound to them, Narcissa was elegance and structure, Andromeda was freedom and loose, and Sirius was haunting and deep. It was always easy to be able to tell who was playing if you heard it from another room. However the best time to listen was when they would play together, often this was at parties held by their family. They would sit together on the bench and as their fingers played the keys no one could take their eyes off of them. It was like a spell of its own. Narcissa and Andromeda continued the tradition when they got back in touch after the wars.

Bellatrix danced, it was the one thing outside of magic that she loved beyond all else. She could dance for hours and never take a break. Her sisters were taught dance as well but neither took to it like she did. She quickly went from just learning traditional dances to learning complicated ballet.

Sirius switched to guitar when he left the family, however Mrs. Potter would sometimes find him sitting at the piano in the sitting room late at night, staring at the keys as if he was hearing some song that wasn’t there. Those nights she would sit with him, and hold his hand until he was able to tear himself away. He did play for her once, a year or so before she died. It was just the two of them awake in the house, and she had found him at the piano like she had many nights, yet this one she asked him to play. That was the first time he saw her cry.

Regulus loved art. Any form of it but especially paintings. Sometimes he would find a secluded room and just watch the paintings, occasionally going as far as talking to them.

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