#i thought i was going to spend the night with alice alone and that was gonna be my recharge

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the great war | aemond targaryen (part one)

part 2

Summary: The night Aemond Targaryen lost his eye he gained two things. A dragon and a wife. 

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Warnings: Show spoilers, cursing, mild angst, the word bastard, terrible description of a traditional Valyrian wedding, a terrible attempt to write a prediction, suggestive language, not really much dialogue until the end, mentions of blood, death

Word Count: 5.9k words.

Notes: This is my first work on this app, so excuse me for any mistakes! I haven't written an imagine in so long so this might be a bit awkward, sorry. This is part 1 of 2. It got so long that i had to cut it in half omg. Aemond is still himself, he’s just only sweet to the reader. The man’s in love. There is no smut in this, sorry. The ages are really confusing due to the time jumps and I tried finding a reliable source but they all say different things so for the sake of the imagine and my peace of mind, reader is 18 during her wedding and 19 during the dance! Aemond is 21 and then 22 since it says he and Jace have a 4-year age gap!

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The night Aemond Targaryen lost his eye he gained two things.

A dragon and a wife.

You were Rhaenyra’s eldest and only daughter, born an hour after Jacaerys.

Although your hair was brown, a trait your brothers also had, you had inherited the violet eyes and the delicate Targaryen beauty that could captivate the attention of any that laid their eyes on you.

You were intelligent but also quiet, the opposite of your loud and playful brothers.

While your twin and younger brother ran around Kings Landing pulling pranks with your eldest uncle and spent their time at the dragon pit, you often chose to spend your time either at the library or stuck by your mother’s skirts.

Because of this, Aemond didn’t really know you.

You were honestly a mystery to him.

Your brothers filled their days terrorizing him and he despised them for it, and anyone would assume that by default, he would despise you too.

But Aemond couldn’t bring himself to hate you, let alone dislike you.

Although the only time you guys crossed each other’s paths was during the rare family dinners and your even rarer visits to the dragon pit when you wanted to see your dragon, you were kind to him. You didn’t really speak, as you were painfully shy, but the sweet smiles you threw at him and the soft ‘hello’s’ you muttered when he was near was all Aemond needed.

One could say that he even developed a small crush on you. He found you pretty and he knew you were different from your brothers. He always looked forward to the next time you would cross paths.

After Joffrey’s birth, your parents decided it was best that you all moved to Dragonstone and sadly that was the last time Aemond saw you. He was saddened by this but didn’t try to show it for fear he would disappoint his mother.

He knew of Alicent’s distaste when it came to his half-sister and her children for obvious reasons.

In the days leading to Laena’s funeral, Aemond found himself growing excited despite the circumstances. He was looking forward to seeing you and perhaps even attempting to talk to you.

But unfortunately, that wouldn’t happen.

The morning you and your family were set to embark on your journey to Driftmark, you woke up with a terrible fever that left you bedridden.

Rhaenyra was distraught with the thought of leaving you and even contemplated skipping the funeral altogether but you had convinced her to go, knowing that even if she did have a valid excuse to miss it, people would whisper about her more than they already did.

You might’ve been young but you weren’t stupid. You knew of the whispers that circulated about your and your brother’s parentage and felt the piercing stares.

You also knew how this was all eating your mother alive, how she would cry herself to sleep at night when she didn’t think anyone could hear her. You couldn’t really bring yourself to hate her for it either, also knowing that your “father's” tastes were for the same gender.

After some reluctance from your mother, she eventually left you with promises to come back as soon as the funeral was over. A teary-eyed Laenor had left you with a kiss on the forehead, promising to bring you back sweets since you would hopefully be better by then. Jacaerys and Lucerys had also bid you goodbye, promising to tell you all about it when they got back.

Aemond had frowned when your family arrived with no sign of you. He had been tempted to corner Jacaerys, or even Lucerys, and ask about you but fortunately, he had overheard his father ask Rhaenyra where you were.

It wasn’t a secret that Viserys had his favorites and he was smitten with his only granddaughter. Rhaenyra had told their father of your sudden sickness and he could see the distraught in his half-sister’s face.

This left him worried, hoping that it wasn’t serious and that you would get better soon.

That night, after finally claiming his own dragon, he lost his left eye at the hands of Lucerys.

“He called us bastards!” Jacaerys spoke, face caked with dirt and dry blood, as he stood near a shaken Rhaenyra. An equally bloody Lucerys stood on her other side, hands clutching hers in fear. The room grew tense at the revelation and an injured Aemond wanted to shout that when he had called them bastards he didn’t mean you.

His lip twitched but he kept his mouth shut as his sewn eye throbbed, and in that moment he was thankful for your absence at Driftmark. He was glad that you weren’t present to witness the fight or his gory injury. You were too kind, too innocent and this would’ve broken you in some way.

He hated your brothers but he didn’t hate you.

Viserys had shouted at him and asked where he had heard such lies. His gaze immediately flickered toward his mother. Alicent was already tense but as his eye met hers, her body grew rigid. Her glossed-over eyes bore into his and for a moment he wondered what his father would do if he told the truth.

But Aemond loved his mother despite her faults and she loved him. So, after a few tense moments of silence, he blamed it on his older brother who was taken aback at his lie. Viserys anger was now directed at Aegon, who was also questioned about the origins of this lie.

“We know Father,” Aegon’s voice wavered. “We all know. Just look at them”

The obvious was finally pointed out in public but Viserys still refused to see it. In his eyes, Rhaenyra’s children were true Targaryens, and Aemond agreed with him to an extent.

Your brothers were the bastards, not you. You might’ve not had the silver hair but you had the same eyes he had and the angel-like features that your brothers lacked. It didn’t matter that you shared a womb with Jacaerys either – in his mind, all the bastard blood had gone to him.

The rest was a blur to Aemond, the pain in his eye was growing to be unbearable even after the milk of the poppy had kicked in. He hadn’t even registered the moment his mother had run at Rhaenyra with a knife, the shouts and Lucerys’ screams were what brought him back.

“You’ve gone too far!” His half-sister shouted at his distraught mother as she held her back by her arm and shoulder. Alicent stared back at her in disbelief, the knife still in the air. “I? What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law” His mother spilled her frustrations as she ignored the shouts from her husband and father to release the blade.

Aemond could only think of you as he witnessed the scene unfolding in front of him. He was once again thankful for your absence, for he knew you would be weeping for your mother in fear, just like his nephew Lucerys was currently doing.

He knew how much you loved Rhaenyra and a part of his brain whispered that you would’ve probably begun to hate him right then and there due to his mother’s actions and that scared him.

Would you begin to hate him and his family when news reached you? No doubt your annoying brothers would tell you all about it as soon as they arrived, probably even lie about the whole thing and blame him for it.

“ENOUGH!” Viserys voice brought him back to the present and he noticed that his mother and half-sister were no longer against one another. His half-sister was clutching her arm and he realized she had been bleeding profusely from it. The knife his mother was holding now lay bloodied on the ground.

The room was staring at the scene in shock, not quite understanding what had just happened. Aemond immediately stood, ignoring the fresh wave of pain that shot through him.

His father was livid, he could see that as his chest rose and fell rapidly, but Viserys managed to calm himself down. “What happened tonight was terrible but it was a mistake!” He gave Alicent a hard look as he said the last word and Aemond could see the fight drain from his mother’s body.

“We’re meant to be a family! I will not have fighting between us!” Viserys continued, arms flailing as he tried to get his point across. “Because of that, I hereby declare that Aemond and [Y/N] are betrothed to each other, this way we can finally unite both sides of this family!”

Aemond froze at this, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He felt like he was dreaming. You were to be married to him!

Gasps filled the room at Viserys’ declaration and Rhaenyra immediately stepped forward, panic written on her face. “Father, you can’t possibly be serious?” his half-sister shook her head, tears clouding her vision. His own mother opened her mouth to protest but Viserys was hearing none of it.

His father shook his head, hand raised up in a way to silence both his wife and daughter. “You all have given me no choice! This is the only way we can finally be a united family. I will not hear any more of this. My word is final!”

And with that, Viserys stormed out of the room leaving a helpless Rhaenyra and a defeated Alicent behind. Aemond on the other hand fought to keep his smile from his face.

He might’ve lost his eye but he had gained both a dragon and your hand in exchange.

For a split second, Aemond thought about thanking Lucerys.

The second time you and Aemond cross paths again is years later at your wedding. You were past your eighteenth name day now and had long flowered into a woman before that. If it weren't for your mother's stalling, you would have married as soon as your first moon blood had passed.

You remember the day you were told you were set to marry Aemond. 

Three days after your family had gone to Driftmark, your mother had barged into your room and pulled you into a bone-crushing embrace. You were feeling better now, the fever was long gone but you still felt gross and slightly achy. You were looking forward to the promised snacks that your father had told you he would bring, but instead, you were given terrible news.

A solemn Rhaenyra told you that your father had died, killed by a man he trusted. Although you knew the truth of your parentage, you had wept into her arms, mourning the loss of the man who treated you and your brothers like his own. 

It took you an hour to calm down but once you did you finally noticed the bandage on her arm. You had questioned her about it, immediately worried for her safety considering your father had just been killed, but she assured you that she was fine and it was an accident. She then told you about the betrothal your grandfather set upon you.

“Your grandfather…” your mother began to explain but had to stop to swallow the growing lump in her throat. You noticed the tears well up in her eyes once again and your heart rate sped up. “What? Grandfather what?” You asked, bloodshot eyes full of worry. You were gripping her hands tightly now, scared of what she was going to say next. 

You already lost a father, you didn’t want to lose your grandfather.

Rhaenyra took a deep breath and squeezed your hands. “Your grandfather announced your engagement to Aemond” she revealed and you felt your world stop once again. The color drained from your face as different thoughts swirled inside your head. You knew you were going to be married off one day but you thought it wouldn’t be until years later. 

You had nothing against Aemond, he was surprisingly nice to you considering how much your brothers loved to tease him. You had also never held a conversation with him, save for the brief ‘hello’s’ you managed to squeak out.

You just had hoped you would be able to choose your own match, your mother had promised.

At your silence, Rhaenyra engulfed you in another hug and ran her fingers through your hair in an attempt to bring you comfort. “I’m so sorry. I had no say in this. I promise I’ll find a way to stop it. I’ll talk to him, beg him if I need to. Don’t you worry my darling girl”

You wept twice that night. 

One for the loss of your father and the second for the loss of your freedom to choose. 

But despite your mother’s efforts and promises, your betrothal was never broken. Rhaenyra feared you would grow to resent her for it but you had assured her you didn’t blame her. Your grandfather was a stubborn man and after what Jace told you about what happened the night of Laena’s funeral and how your mother came to sustain the injury in her arm, you knew Viserys was not going to budge.

You were angry at Alicent for hurting your mother but you couldn’t find yourself angry at Aemond for uttering the words he did to your siblings. He had simply said the word that he had learned from the adults around him – the same adults who had been saying it from the moment you and your twin graced the castle with your dark hair. 

But this didn’t mean you weren’t hurt though. Although you weren't present to receive Aemond’s curses, you were now set to marry him, and the thought of him thinking you were a bastard hurt.

Jace had also told you about the fight and you had scolded him, telling him that although you were sad for Baela, an unclaimed dragon was free for anyone to claim. You had paled at the mention of Aemond almost bashing his head with a rock and paled even further when he had revealed that Lucerys had taken one of his eyes in his defense.

“Are you with me sweet girl?” your mother’s soothing voice filled your ears and you came back to your senses.

You were standing in the middle of your mother’s old rooms, dressed in a white dress similar to the one she wore to her own wedding to Laenor. A full-length mirror was a few feet away from you, giving you a full view of the jewels she was decorating your braided hair with. You mustered a small smile and nodded which caused her to sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders, pulling your back to her chest. You could see the tears gathering in her eyes and immediately began to attempt to calm her down. “Don’t apologize, Mother, it’s not your fault. It’s okay, I’m alright” you assured her as you brought your hands to grasp the arms holding you.

You could feel her shaking behind you as she tried to bite back her sobs and squeezed her arms tighter. 

“I can take you away. There is still time. Gods, I should’ve done that ages ago. Come on” She began to make an effort to pull you away but you shook your head, letting go of her arms and turning to face her causing her to release the hold she had on you.

“Mother, no” you shushed her as you reached to grab her hands, giving them a firm squeeze. “Grandfather loves you but you don’t know what he might do if you disobey his orders” Rhaenyra opened her mouth to protest but you shook your head again, a sad smile on your lips. 

“I’m okay. I’ll be okay. They can’t do anything to me as long as I have grandfather’s protection and you do know I’m his favorite” you joked in an attempt to ease her worries and it (somewhat) worked. Rhaenyra sniffed and quickly wiped the tears that escaped her eyes. She brought that same hand to cradle your face, eyes full of pride and sorrow.

“When did you get so big?” she questioned herself and you offered her a bigger smile, snuggling closer to her touch. “I did not want my fate of marrying someone not of my choosing to befall you. I just want you and your brothers to be happy” she confessed and your heart clenched.

You cradled her face this time and she smiled, more tears escaped her eyes. You wiped them away with your thumbs. “I’m sure I’ll grow to be happy in this marriage,” you told her in an attempt to comfort her – but also to comfort yourself. 

In the end, your mother hadn’t smuggled you away and you had gone through the wedding. 

Much to Alicent’s displeasure, Viserys wanted you and Aemond to have a traditional Valyrian wedding.

Your mother tried her best to keep herself composed throughout the entire ceremony while your brothers – Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey – watched the entire thing with sad eyes. You would not return home with them after this and that pained them, especially your twin. Your stepsisters, Baela and Rhaena, offered you encouraging smiles when your gaze fell on them and that brought you some comfort.

Your aging grandfather on the other hand was ecstatic. He had a huge smile on his face he watched as you walked into the room and couldn't help but tear up. You looked so much like your mother and he found himself wishing Aemma were alive to witness this moment.

Alicent stood next to him, a poker face on her face whilst your uncle Aegon seemed to be drunk as usual but delighted. Helaena had been mumbling something next to him, eyes glazed over as she stared at you make your way to an awaiting Aemond.

Per tradition, your stepfather Daemon was escorting you to your future husband. You had grown close to him and his daughters during the last few years and just like Laenor, Daemon treated you as if you were his own child.

A few feet away, Aemond had found himself speechless. This was the first time he was seeing you after all these years. Although you had arrived a few days ago, your family had found a way to keep you from his eye and that frustrated him.

But as he took you in now, he couldn’t find himself to be annoyed anymore.

You had grown and matured greatly. You were taller, reaching just under his chin, and your hair had gotten lighter. The white dress you wore fit you snuggly, revealing curves that weren’t there the last time he had seen you.

He could see that you were nervous as your body slightly trembled when Daemon finally let go of your arm when you stood in front of him. Aemond could sympathize with you as he himself was also feeling the same but hid it.

He wondered what you were thinking as you stared at him, growing self-conscious as your eyes lingered on the dark eyepatch covering the place his left eye once used to be. The scar was now fully healed and wasn't as gruesome as it once was but he still thought it was unpleasant to look at.

But the smile you gave him a few seconds later as you stood next to him was all the answer he needed. It was still the same smile, full of kindness.

He had worried you hated him for a second and much to everyone’s surprise, as well as your own, he reached out and gently grasped your hand in his. 

As you felt his hand grasp yours, you grew confused. You were sure he hated you after what Lucerys did but as he stared at you, a kind smile on his own face, you couldn’t help but think you were worried for nothing. 

Your families watched you two with bated breaths, no one had seen Aemond smile in years. 

The rest of the ceremony became a blur as you and Aemond cut each other’s lower lips, gathering and smearing each other’s blood on each other’s foreheads with your thumbs. Your palm throbbed as you sliced the fine blade of dragonglass through it before bringing it to hold his awaiting bleeding one.

Before you knew it, the cup was being placed in your free hand and you were made to drink. You grimaced at the metallic taste and forced yourself to swallow before handing it to Aemond.

You had watched your mother’s and Daemon’s own ceremony years ago and always wondered how she kept a straight face as she drank from the cup.

Aemond’s smile remained on his face even after he finished drinking from the cup, handing it back to the Septon. The man said a few more words before you both were told to recite your vows. 

“You may now kiss,” the man announced as you and Aemond finished. Your heart rate picked up at this and Aemond squeezed your hand, waiting for you to give him permission. Realing this, you shyly nodded and he leaned in to connect his lips to yours.

The first thing you felt was the sting of your lip due to the cut but it was quickly replaced with a metallic taste of your blood mixing with each other once again. Desire brewed inside Aemond and he wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you flush to his body. This startled you and you gasped into the kiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and explore. 

You felt your body grow hot in response, not only was this all new to you but your families were currently watching. 

Aegon’s whistling broke Aemond from his lust-filled state and he finally ended the kiss, his own cheeks red in embarrassment. You offered him a shy smile in response and Aemond swore to himself that he would do anything in his power to ensure it never went away.

The first year of your marriage felt like a dream that was too good to be true.

The month following your wedding you had worried that he would wake up one day and begin hating you for having to marry the daughter of a woman who the court whispered was unfaithful. But Aemond never changed and was nothing but sweet to you.

He always accompanied you on your walks when he was free, often glaring at those who even dared to look at you in the wrong way. He read to you when you had trouble sleeping, helped you practice your high valyrian, went on dragon rides with you, and even commented about how much he loved your hair.

You would always blush and thank him, not quite used to the attention.

Aemond was attractive in your eyes. He was tall and strong, something you noticed during your wedding night and then when you watched him train once. He was also smart, the piles of books he would bring to your shared chambers so he could tell you about them.

You also loved his scar – something you knew he was self-conscious about but you always made sure to tell him it was beautiful. One night, you had finally convinced it to stop wearing it to bed, assuring him that nothing would be able to scare you away from him and Aemond conceded.

The blue sapphire that rested underneath the eyepatch never failed to take your breath away. The first time you saw it, you gasped – not in fear, but in awe.

Aemond had been stiff, scared of rejection but it never came. Instead, you had reached out and softly traced the scar and shyly leaned up to press a kiss beneath his brow. Aemond had practically melted, the tension in his body bleeding out.

After that interaction, the man had become like a lovesick puppy.

Aegon loved to tease him for it every chance he got.

At the news of your pregnancy three moons after your marriage, Aemond grew even more loving if possible. He refused to leave your side unless he truly had to. He was glued to your side and always made sure you had everything you needed and wanted.

Alicent, who was wary of you at first, grew to love you as well after she saw how happy you made her son. You were still careful around her, as well as her father Otto – your mother’s and step-father’s warnings ringing in your head.

You barely interacted with Aegon, Aemond refused to leave you around him. Your husband always claimed that his brother was a "drunk who didn't know better".

Helaena and you grew close though. You missed your stepsisters and the quiet girl brought the same comfort they once did. You also saw how much Aemond cared for her and you hated the way Aegon treated her.

Helaena was an angel in your eyes. She might've come off as a bit odd due to her nonsense rambling and love for bugs but she was harmless!

She had been delighted at the news of your pregnancy, beaming up at you as she talked about how the twins would love them before she abruptly stopped and fell into one of her episodes.

“The third will fall and the second will follow” She had mumbled loud enough for you to catch, eyes looking into yours. Goosebumps rose on your arms but you didn’t question her on it, used to her confusing riddles.

Aemond had told you to ignore it when you first asked him about it, telling you that his sister didn’t mean anything by it.

Your grandfather was happy at the news of your pregnancy but grew terribly ill as the months passed.

Your mother had sent back a raven, telling you how much she loved you and how she would visit as soon as she could. She said your siblings were also happy and although they wished to visit you, they couldn’t for obvious reasons.

Rhaenyra had kept her promise and had arrived a few days before your due date. You were nervous, the thought of dying like your grandmother Aemma scared you and you confessed your fears to Aemond, who kissed them away and promised you would be fine.

You had heard stories and even witnessed your mother give birth to Joffrey but nothing could prepare you for the actual labor.

It was exhausting and extremely painful. You had cried and shouted multiple times that you couldn’t do it. Your mother and Alicent had seemed to set their differences aside for a while and tried to comfort you but it wasn’t until Aemond barged into the room and held your hands that you found the strength to push again.

“Come on ñuho glaeso hūrus, you can do it” he encouraged, wiping the sweat from your brow with his hands. (moon of my life)

After ten grueling hours of labor, you had given birth to a son, whom you named Laenor after your father. Rhaenyra had wept as she kissed your sweaty forehead, overwhelmed with the sight of her baby bringing her own baby into the world.

Baby Laenor had inherited the typical Targaryen features much to Alicent’s relief. He had the striking silver hair that Aemond had, as well as the violet eyes you both shared. Your grandfather, still ill, had gathered the strength to visit you and see the baby for himself.

He had also wept at the sight.

Aemond was immediately taken by his son, his eye never left his face. He thought the baby was the perfect blend of you both.

You both spent the next few moons falling into the role of being new parents. You chose to keep Laenor close, refusing to let him sleep at the nursery like the rest of the children.

You didn’t let him feed off of wet nurses either, wanting to bond with him and keep him safe despite knowing all of the wet nurses were trusted. Aemond was also very hands-on, when the baby woke he would already be up tending to him, telling you to go back to sleep.

You felt like you were on cloud nine and hoped this feeling would never go away.

A few weeks after Laenor's fifth moon, news of your Velaryron grandfather's grave injuries that he sustained at the stepstones reached Kings Landing.

A few days after that, a raven sent by your mother arrived. She had told you that Vaemond was calling Lucerys' claim to Driftmark into question and they would be arriving at the castle in a few weeks to settle it.

You couldn't help but grow worried for multiple reasons.

First, your mother was currently pregnant with what she claimed was going to be your baby sister and you feared the stress would do her and the baby harm.

Secondly, your parentage would once again be loudly questioned through this and you feared that this would finally make Aemond hate you.

You kept these worries to yourself, not wanting to worry your husband. Instead, you focused on taking care of Laenor and spending as much time as you could with Aemond, savoring the moments as if they were your last.

If Aemond noticed your sudden clinginess, he didn't comment on it.

Your family arrived a few weeks later as promised and you were the only person to greet them. Everyone, even your loving husband, seemed to disappear at the announcement of your mother’s arrival, and deep down you knew why.

It hurt you and the negative thoughts you tried so hard to push down came pouring to the surface. But you brushed it off, standing at the castle steps with Laenor bundled in your arms as you watched the carriage pull in.

You noticed the confusion in your family’s faces at the lack of people around but it was quickly replaced by joy as they took you in. Your pregnant mother had been the first to reach you, tears already in her eyes, and pulled you and your son into a hug.

Believe it or not, Rhaenyra rarely cried but she had such a soft spot for her children. No doubt the pregnancy hormones had something to do with it as well.

Jacaerys had gathered Laenor in his arms after your mother pressed a kiss to his forehead. Your twin brother cooed at the sight of his nephew, who was owlishly blinking up at him. Lucerys and Rhaena had gathered you in a hug each and Joffrey was practically buzzing with excitement as he tried to get a glimpse of his nephew.

Your younger brothers, Viserys and Aegon were being carried by their nannies. Your stepfather pressed a kiss on your forehead before smiling at the bundle in Jace’s arms.

“Where is everyone?” Daemon asked after a minute, his tone disapproving as his eyes skimming the almost empty steps save for the guards standing watch. You flushed red in embarrassment and although it wasn’t your fault you still felt bad. Rhaenyra chided Daemon and whispered something to him before she turned her attention back to you and looped her arms in yours.

“Come, we’ve had a long journey,” She called out and began walking toward the now-opened door. The rest of your family followed behind, Laenor was now in Rhaena's arms. “How are you, Mother?” You questioned her, free hand reaching down to caress her bump as you walked the empty halls of the castle.

“A little stressed but fine, darling” She confessed and you couldn’t help but pout. “Grandfather isn’t even dead yet. I don’t understand why Vaemond is acting like this. What did grandma say?” You asked but Rhaenyra gave you a smile in return. “Don’t you worry about it. Now, Daemon and I should go pay our king a visit” She changed the topic and you pouted even more.

You all stopped by the stairs and you let go of your mother’s arm. “I must warn you, Mother. Grandfather’s illness how gotten significantly worse than the last time you saw him” You revealed, eyes falling to Daemon who seemed to frown at this.

With that, Rhaenyra pressed another kiss to your forehead and grabbed Daemon’s arm before making their way up the stairs. You watched as they reached the top before you turned to your siblings, a smile on your lips.

“Who’s hungry?”

The next day you had woken up to kisses being pressed to your collarbones. You had gone to bed a few hours after you had finished catching up with your siblings and settled Laenor into his own crib at the foot of the bed. Aemond had been MIA the entire time so you had fallen asleep alone for the first time since you got married.

“I’m sorry for disappearing on you yesterday,”

Aemond.

His voice was gruff, still laced with remnants of sleep. You hummed in response when he planted a kiss on the side of your neck, slowly blinking as you tried to get used to the light inside the room. “I had many duties to attend to, I couldn’t ignore them” He explained further, finally reaching your face and planting a kiss on the corner of your lips. You offered him a smile as your answer, letting him know that it was okay and you weren’t angry.

You leaned up to kiss him, running your hands through his loose hair and you both sighed into it. You loved kissing him. His lips were always soft on yours. “We should get dressed” You mumbled once you both pulled away and he pouted down at you, causing you to giggle. “Can’t we stay in bed a while longer?” He whined like a child and you huffed out a laugh at this.

Laenor’s babbles filled the room and you quirked a brow at your husband. “There’s your answer dear husband” You smiled cheekily at him and Aemond playfully groaned before rolling off the bed and walking toward his son. “Good morning byka zaldrīzes” Aemond cooed as he scooped up the smiling baby. (little dragon)

Your heart melted at the sight, your smile widening.

God, you loved your little family.

A few hours later, you and Aemond found yourselves standing in the throne hall to listen to Vaemond’s petition after leaving Laenor in the nursery with his cousins under the supervision of your trusted maid. You stood with Aemond’s family due to you being married to him and offered your nervous mother a reassuring smile. You noticed Baela standing with your grandmother and couldn’t help but smile wider as your eyes met.

Your attention was taken by Aemond who reached to grab your hand in his and gave it a squeeze. You looked at him but his eyes trained on his grandfather who had begun the hearing. A few seconds later, Vaemond stepped forward and began to state his case and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. The man was making digs at your mother and her children, making digs at you.

You felt Aemond tense next to you and your heart rate picked up. He didn’t let your hand go though, something that comforted you a bit.

After Vaemond’s petition, your mother stepped forward to give hers. Just as she began to speak, the doors to the throne room opened and the guards announced the arrival of your grandfather, the king.

Everyone watched Viserys with wide eyes. Alicent gasped in front of you at the sight of her weak husband and your mother seemed to be in disbelief.

You were in disbelief yourself, you hadn't seen your grandfather up on his feet for months now.

Viserys made his way to the iron throne slowly, refusing help when he began to ascend the stairs. His crown fell as he neared the throne and you watched as your stepfather left your mother's side and quickly went to help his brother. Daemon picked up his crown and set it back on his balding head before stepping aside and returning to your mother.

Your grandfather finally reached the throne and practically threw himself on it, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. The walk had taken much of his energy. "I must... admit... my confusion" He rasped out, pain written on his face. "I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession"

Your grandfather called his cousin, your grandmother, up to the floor to give insight into your Valyrian grandfather's succession in case he passed. She had confirmed that Lucerys was still set to inherit Driftmark as its Lord. She had also revealed that your mother planned to marry Jace and Luke to Rhaena and Baela, which didn't sit right with Vaemond.

"You break the law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon?" Vaemond spat out in anger, body tense. "No. I will not allow it"

Viserys scoffed, ""Allow it"? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond" The ailing king warned but Vaemond ignored it.

"That! is no true Velaryon and certainly no nephew of mine" The man shouted, finger pointing to an uncomfortable Lucerys who your mother attempted to shield. Anxiety filled you as the tension in the room rose. Dread pooled in your stomach, fearing what was coming next. You hadn't even realized that your grip on Aemond's hand had tightened until your own fingers hurt.

Vaemond's tirade kept on going, words laced with venom slithering out of his mouth. "My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned... I will not see it ended on the account of this--" He was red in the face as he stopped himself from uttering the words you had grown accustomed to hearing behind your back.

"Her children..."

You held your breath as you watched the man begin to speak again, your rosy cheeks gone pale.

"ARE BASTARDS!"

You recoiled as he shouted the words, hand releasing Aemond's. You felt as if you had been slapped, eyes wide and heart pounding. Tears gathered in your eyes and you began to feel hot as eyes landed on you. Aemond was quick to wrap his arms around you in an effort to comfort you.

You didn't seem to grasp what was happening until you heard a thump and saw the semi-decapitated head of your grandfather's brother. A choked sob escaped your lips at the sight and Aemond attempted to shield you away as the rest of the crowd gasped and screamed.

Your ears were buzzing, your heart hammering painfully inside your chest. Your surroundings became a blur to you as the panic kicked in. You didn't even realize you were crying until you were back in your room, in Aemond's arms as he attempted to calm you down. He had rushed you out of the throne room as soon as his grandfather was escorted out, ignoring the calls from both his family and yours.

"I'm sorry," You sniffed once you stopped crying. Aemond wiped the tears away, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Why are you apologizing?" He was lost. You hadn't done anything wrong.

Your lip trembled and fresh tears made their way down your reddened cheeks. "B-because you had to marry me. B-because I'm a bas--" He didn't let you finish the words as he moved your body to face him and he planted a kiss on your wet lips.

"Do not repeat those words" Aemond hissed, his grip on you tightening. He was staring at you, expression serious.

"You are not what people claim you to be. You are the granddaughter of Viserys Targaryen, the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. You are my wife, the mother of my child. You might not have the silver hair but you possess everything else that a Targaryen does. You are a true Targaryen"

Aemond hated to see you sad. It broke his heart.

Your heart fluttered at his words and in that moment you wondered how you had become so lucky.

You prayed to your ancestors and the Gods above that nothing would change.

But you should’ve known things were too good to be true. 

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What if you are Jace's sister and he realizes you are in love with Aemond (and he also finds out that you two have been having premarital sex) which causes a fight so you go to Aemond for comfort and he soothes you

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐖

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬; princess!reader, targcest, mentions of sex. for some context: reader is daemon’s bastard child who rhaenyra welcomed as a part of the family. yes, aemond is a hypocrite :/ we still love him tho!! 

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; ngl this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile because i hate it. im going to be working on commissions for a bit though, so i decided to post it anyway to keep you guys fed :) please reblog and comment with your feedback. it means the world to me and keeps me motivated! ♡

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃."

Those were Jace’s words the second you walked into the dining room for breakfast. They take you aback, shock you into a frozen stupor. 

You and your family have been in King’s Landing for the past few weeks, trying to set aside their differences with the Greens and do their best to reconcile. It has been rough for your younger brothers, though you have been having a brilliant time. 

You and Helaena spend plenty of time together, Alicent treats you kindly, and Aegon leaves you alone. And Aemond? Well... you and Aemond are closer than most in terms of relationships. 

But that’s a story for another day. 

No one else is in the room thankfully — Luke wakes up later in the day, Helaena is presumably outside catching bugs, and your mother is probably off at a meeting with the court — so it’s just you, your younger brother, and the few servants that set the table. 

“What?”

Jace gives you an unimpressed look; his chestnut-brown eyes are slightly narrowed, lips melded into a frown. “You love Aemond,” he repeats. 

Your heart nearly stops when he says it, and you’re instantly terrified you’ve been caught. It would appear that misfortune has a tendency of catching you off guard. You honestly don’t know what to say. 

“...That is quite an accusation,” you try to deadpan. That heated expression of his is chilling; you invite him to sit next to you in hopes of extinguishing it. “Why don’t you just sit down and eat?”

Jace isn’t deterred. He holds his head high and keeps his voice stern; a trait he has undoubtedly learned from your mother. “You told me a couple moons ago that you had no affections for him.”

Oh, Gods. You don’t really want to sit here and listen to him complain about how much of a burden you are from rejecting all of your parents’ attempts at arranging a marriage. For hating every single man they tried to set you up with. You scold yourself more than enough. 

“I know what I said. And I mean it. I do not love him, Jace.” You let out a nervous laugh, trying to come across as naïve. The servants are staring now. “What has brought this on?” 

“You must think of me as a fool.”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you acting so innocent?” 

“I don’t love him, Jacaerys. I swear it.” A bitter lie. 

For a fleeting moment, you think you’ve won; your brother stands next to the table without saying a word, his mouth clamped shut as he bites the inside of his cheek. 

And then he drops the bomb. 

“I know you have been seeing each other,” Jace says. It doesn’t come out as a question; it’s a statement. “Stealing each other away in the night.”

Your heart drops in a single second. How does he...? 

For these past few weeks, you thought you were being careful. Undetected. There was never anyone around when you slipped through the dark halls of the Red Keep every night and sidled up to Aemond’s door. Not a single voice to stop you as Aemond tugged you into his room and spoke High Valyrian in your ear as he undressed you, as he kissed you senseless, fucked you senseless. It was a dangerous game, of course — but you never actually expected to get caught. 

“…Where did you hear that?”  

“A kingsguard told me that you parted from his company last night.” Jace’s mouth twists into a disgusted frown. He hesitates, almost like he physically can’t say what comes next. “...From his chambers.”

In that moment, you knew it was over. The gist was up. 

“Jace…”

“Tell me it isn’t true.” 

And that’s the thing: you can’t say you don’t love Aemond, because it would be the furthest thing from the truth. Your hands fall to your lap and you fist your hands in the skirt of your dress, begging for courage. 

“Don’t tell mother.” 

Your response — shameful and pleading — speaks volumes. It makes Jace’s skin boil; he had been praying that the knight was wrong. And that hope he clung to so religiously? It’s gone. You can feel the symptoms of a dispute brewing: sweaty hands, agitated eyes, labored breathing. Tension hangs over you like a dark cloud and refuses to dissipate. 

“Why?” Jace looks disgusted, repulsed even. It sparks a flame inside you. “You saw his true colors that night. All of us did. Baela, Rhaena. Luke.”

You know what he’s referring to. It is a memory that you want to squeeze the life out of. 

“I thought we talked about you sorting out your priorities,” he continues. “What self-respecting daughter of the future Queen runs off and beds whoever she likes without a marriage proposal?” 

Yes, perhaps your growing annoyance is misplaced. Your brother wants the best for you, and it’s only natural that he would have his reservations about Aemond.

But he doesn’t know the man like you do; he hasn’t seen his hidden softness.

Sometimes people lose their ability to be recognized when they are joyful — in a pleasant way, of course. Aemond is one of those people. You’ve seen him smile once before. Truly smile. It was not sly, snarky, or coy; for once, it was the sincere kind. You wished he would do it more. It was incredibly beautiful.

If only Jace could have experienced it.

“Don’t speak about him like that,” you mumble. 

"I won't restrain myself to appease your ignorance.” 

Inhaling sharply, you take a seat at the table and busy yourself by playing with the napkin beside your plate. It’s a feeble attempt at controlling your rising panic. Jace must think you’re acting a bit too calm, because he seems to bristle at your alleged indifference. “I am sorry I didn’t tell you. Really, I am. I was just scared—“

“You lied.” 

“It was a white lie. No harm was meant to come from it.”

Jace fixes you with a firm scowl. “A white lie? A white lie? Meddling with our uncle who you are not betrothed to is not something that just happens.”

“You are blowing this out of proportion. I did it to keep you from getting upset and—“

“This is not just about the lie itself,” Jace huffs. 

“Then what is it?”

“You believed I wasn't worth your honesty.” 

Your gut tightens at his remark — you know he’s right and that he deserves to be informed of such things. Finding out that someone you care for is hiding something this important is a rude awakening. 

But you can’t stop. 

“I knew you would act like this,” you retort. Raising your voice wasn’t planned, but it happens anyway. It feels like your veins are being ripped to bits as the telltale marks of wrath sweep throughout your body. “I will do you a favor next time and not tell you anything at all.” 

“Or you could not encourage him,” Jace spits out. “You think that he does not act like his brother, Aegon? For all you know, he could be gallivanting with a servant every second he is not with you.” 

Your jaw tightens so firmly that it seems to lock in place. You’re pissed now. “Aemond is not like that.” 

“When you see him next, you can tell him to jump in the damn Dragonpit,” Jace continues. You aren’t used to hearing such crude language from him; it has you reeling. “Perhaps he’ll do that after he’s done fucking you.”

Something inside you bursts. Agonizingly. Ferociously. It's a jolt to your system that throws everything off-kilter. It is a painful fury that splits you in two. 

You slam your palms down on the table and rise in your chair; you're astonished the wood doesn't split with the force of it. The plates and forks clatter, and Jace almost jumps. The servants bustling around you certainly do. 

Your brother has some nerve. You want to spit foul names in his face. Wish to seize him by the collar and force him to kneel before your feet, because why? Why can’t you be with who you want? First it was Daemon who denied that you ever get betrothed to Aemond. Then it was your mother, and now it’s him. 

“I do not need protecting, Jace!” Your chest is rising and falling faster now, like the erratic pull of the tides. It feels like there is so much bottled up energy inside of you that you could scream, erupt, or break something … you need to break something. You choose his spirit. “I don’t need you at all!” 

Jace’s expression falls then. Along with it goes your anger. 

His gaze flits to the ground for a second — as if the stone is a safe haven from your wrath — and you’re about to apologize when he lifts his chin to glare daggers at you. 

“I get it now,” Jace laughs bitterly, shaking his head in disbelief. “You would do anything to be held by him. Ceasing to care about who he might hurt next and ignoring his callousness. You see only what you want.”

In his rage, Jace’s lips spew poison from deep in his chest, a dark place that you didn't even know he had.

“You make me wonder how I ended up with a delusional lunatic for a sister.“

Dead silence.

The two of you are just staring at each other now. Jace braces himself when you step away from your seat; he looks like he’s expecting you to slap him, like he’s preparing himself for the sting. 

And as much as you would like to do it, you just walk away.

You’re not even sure if Jace tries to stop you at first. Not sure if a servant tries to tries to grab you by the arm. You are running on pure adrenaline, pure buzzing energy, blood pumping like a battle cry in both eardrums. 

It takes until you’re exiting through the giant wooden doors to hear Jace yelling your name — and you loathe how worried he sounds, detest it — and then you’re practically running through the stone hallways. 

You want to go to bed. Shut everyone out and sleep until you awaken in a different world: one where you are not expected to get married to certain people, where your brother doesn’t expect you to be a person you can’t, and the 'losing an eye’ thing never happened, and … and it’s just you, Aemond, wrapped up in the sheets of your mattress. That’s all. 

The world is just cruel. 

Every step echoes as you make a beeline for your room. Tears slip down your cheeks and your fists quake; everything hurts. Emotionally, at least. You’re too worn out, too aggravated, too... mad? Hell, you’re not even sure if you’re still mad. The emotion that rips you apart right now feels more like an indigo-drenched sadness than a red-hot anger. 

It’s a strange, crushing feeling that has you stifling a sob while rounding a corner. 

But, as if the universe hates you, you catch a glimpse of that ethereal man — the fucking bane of your existence — walking down the same hallway. His back is to you, long white hair swishing with every stride he takes, and his posture is strong. 

You don’t want to ruin his day. Spoil the mood, or show how weak you can be.

You call out his name anyway, because there’s only one thing you can think of in this moment. A mantra:

I need you right now, My Prince.

I need you to truly look at me and understand me.

Aemond, I need you to see me.

The man turns then. He says your name, and you, who denied loving him, practically run and throw yourself into his arms. 

For a moment, Aemond doesn’t move a muscle; he’s confused, at a total loss. But then his palms slowly come down to your waist, supporting your body as he allows you to sniffle into his tunic. 

He doesn’t speak for awhile. Instead, he just looks down at you.

Your cheeks are dressed in tears that resemble droplets of honey. Your gardenia scented hair, pressed against his chest, is beautiful. He discovers an unexpected heaven amidst your grief. 

“He doesn’t want us to be together,” you try to whisper, but the words falter and trickle pitifully out of your mouth. They lack the power that you so urgently need. 

At first, Aemond is silent. He has no idea what you’re talking about; and then it clicks. Jace. 

Aemond has never been one to comfort others. You don’t really expect him to do much, honestly. But when he decides to speak, his tone is gentle and holds no judgment. “Your dear brother has found out about our arrangement, I presume.” 

You pull away slightly to stare up at Aemond. You drink in every plane of his face; those high cheekbones, his pretty lips, the silver hair that brushes the ridge of his jaw and the scar he hides. You want to absorb all of him. 

Aemond’s hands come to rest on your elbows, and then they slide all the way down your arms until he’s tenderly holding you by the wrists. He doesn’t give you a chance to answer before speaking more resolutely. “Did he hurt you?” 

“No — No, of course not,” you sniffle. Jace could be stubborn and fierce, but he would never lay a hand on you. “He was just being a brat. We got into an argument and he was ... he was mean.”

Aemond hums at that. “It must not have been too bad then. He is all bark and no bite,” he muses softly. Every syllable is gentle, each vowel soothing in its own right. He’s calm somehow.

It’s in these moments that you wish so deeply you could be like Aemond. Wish that you could stand your ground, despite wanting to run away. Wish that you could hold the barbs of someone’s anger in your palm and not get stung; not allow the sharp edges to slice under your skin and leave streams of blood in its wake. 

But you are not strong like him. 

With bated breath, you move to embrace Aemond once more, arms wrapping around his middle as you press your nose into the leather of his tunic. 

It doesn’t last long. 

Aemond leans into you, and then with both hands on your shoulders, gently tugs you away from his chest. You glance at him in confusion, and meet his gaze with an infantile glare. 

For a second you think he doesn’t want to hug you. That he’s about to chide you for being a big baby, for getting in a fight with your sibling and blowing things out of proportion. 

But then you quickly realize that he just wants to see your face. 

The truth is, Aemond doesn’t want you to hide in his arms. He doesn’t want you to bury your head into his chest and conceal your pain, or for you to dig your face into his clothes until each cheek is dry and you look composed again. 

He wants you to share every emotion with him openly, no matter how warped or ugly or bruised. 

Perhaps that’s what love is; recognizing someone's greatest vulnerability and still choosing to love them. 

It’s hard to place what emotion rests itself in Aemond’s eye after that, but whatever it is almost has you numb to how he’s holding both of your hands in his own. That is, until he trails a thumb over your knuckles. 

“Convince Jace, please,” you beg once more. The edges of your mouth start to turn downwards as you tear up again, and Aemond’s eye follows; he takes in your grief intently, and you are fully conscious of that fact. “Please. Show him you are worthy of my hand.” 

There’s a sort of surprise that swirls in his lilac gaze; however, his lips are in a straight line, his face nothing else but cold, and you can picture the war that rages inside his head. 

“I bear a hatred that could draw blood,” Aemond finally murmurs. “Those who do not deserve to be forgiven will not know my mercy. I will not betray my feelings to please others.”

“Try, Aemond. Please. If not for you and your sanity, do it for me.”

Aemond can only stare at you — his only love, his life, his breath of fresh air. The woman who he hopes will be his future wife despite your family’s distaste. He inhales deeply, chest rising and flattening the creases in his tunic, gaze roaming the tear-tracks on your face. And then he caves. 

But not before making a demand. 

“Do not cry, my love,” Aemond breathes. “It does not suit you.” 

And when you blink up at him so sweetly, nodding in a wordless vow, Aemond presses a kiss to the crown of your head. Then he kisses your left cheek, and the right, before slowly tracing his lips against your own. 

“Your body is mine,” He whispers into your parted mouth. “And I will find a way to claim it. They will have no choice but to accept me.” 

Aemond is a professional at pressing your buttons. It’d be a lie if you said it didn’t excite you; quickly, you capture his lips into a searing kiss. He returns the favor, knowing damn well that you want him, and yet he doesn’t tease in between kisses. He chooses tenderness over taunts just this once. 

The air is filled with a sentence unsaid: 

Touch my soul with warm words, and I shall do whatever you wish. 

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x you #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd imagines #millie’s works — 📓

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Perfect(Seth Clearwater)

Paring: Cullen!Imprint!Reader x Seth Clearwater

Summary: Seth never expected to turn into a wolf, let alone imprint. But after the new born army Seth imprents on the youngest Cullen. they become love sick puppies and just try to have the time of their lives at Edward's wedding. (sorry for any spelling errors)

Requested: @Juliadarc

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I found a love, for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Me and Seth hung close together as we walked around the sea of people, Bella and Edward's wedding reception was going off without a hitch. I didn't really want to be here, I hate huge croweds, but it was my big brother's wedding. It also helped I was with Seth.

He knew I didn't really want to do this, so he succeeded at spending the whole making me laugh. During the ceremony we couldn't stop giggling and making jokes about Bella, Sue had to literally sit in between us in the middle of my brothers vows. She found out that separating us wasn't gonna stop us.

This was Seth's first real party and he was always willing to try anything. We were know as the the sweet and innocent couple, we do are best to uphold that name.

“you guys are so cute together” Rose smiled, you knew Seth must be doing something right if someone like Rosalie saw him more as just a 'mutt'.

We tried to run off and get some cupcakes but Rosalie stopped us to get a photo. The first one was sweet but then they started to slowly become unhinged to the point Rose dismissed us. Emmett laughed as we went to sneak some cupcakes behind Alice's back.

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love, Not knowing what it was. I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine...

If your wondering I'm the only human in the Cullen family and the only one who has actual documents of Carlisle and Esme adopting me.

I didn't know much about the pack till I befriend Jacob. Dispite my family he had a soft spot for me, I met Seth threw him even. Of course I didn't get to officially meet Seth intill the newborn Fiasco.

What my family nor the pack was prepared for was Seth imprinting on me. Jacob had invited me to a bonfire with the pack and that's when it happened. This of corse cuased some problems with the treaty and all, but with the newborn army coming everyone let it go.

I never felt so happy to have him, I watched my siblings get married and fall in love and I was left by myself, thst was unitll Seth. He had my heart from the start.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favourite song

When you said you looked a mess

I whispered underneath my breath, But you heard it

Darling, you look perfect tonight...

“come on! Dance with me” I said pulling him towrds the swarm of other couples. Seth laughed and spung me around before pulling me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we swayed to the music in a uncoordinated way, we didn't have to dance like Baby and Johnny from Diry Dancing to have fun.

He took my arms and we just kinda playfully bounced around and bumped each other. Things didn't really calm down till a slow song started to play, wonderful tonight by Eric Clapton started to play.

“may I have this dance?” Seth playfully bowed. “you may” he smiled and pulled me to his chest and way slowly swayed to the soft love song.

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home

I found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own...

I looked into his chocolate eyes never wanting this to end. We never really had a moment that didn't involve danger, so it was nice to just have a night of fun and laughter.

“have you ever thought about having a wedding?” Seth asked taking my hand in his and twirled me. I smiled softly. “of course, but we're too young to get married” I chuckled.

He smiled. “I know that...I want get a job and a maybe a small house on the res for us before we do all that”

“sounds like a plan” I smiled.

I knew in the future when it came down to either Seth or the family, I would chose Seth. I love my parents and siblings, they gave me a second chance when they adopted me. But then we move all the time and I'm not taking Seth away from his sister and mother.

We are still kids, but we're so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we'll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I'll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

“you got somthing on your face” I said to Seth as we were eating the cupcakes we we're not supposed to eat yet.

“where?” he asked licking the frosting off this thumb.

I smiled and wiped the frosting on his nose. “there”

“hey” he laughed and his eyes went crossed to look at his now white nose. He stuck his toung out and tried to get it. I laughed at his failed attempts, he gave me an 'oh yeah?' look and wipped some frosting on my cheek. I laughed and pushed him away.

He stumbled backwards and accidentally bumped into Alice. “sorry Alice” he quickly said. She rolled her eyes.

“you guys aren't supposed to eat those yet and please act your ages” I rolled my eyes, Alice wasn't used to Seth yet but I didn't care what she thought. I would fight Seth for as long as it takes.

“we are acting our ages, we're at the prime of our youth and we only live once” I said smiled big, Seth nodded agreeing.

I ment the 'only live once' because that's what I wanted, as much as I loved my family I want to grow old with Seth and have a happy, normal future with him.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don't deserve this... Darling, you look perfect tonight

“have I told you how pretty you look tonight” Seth asked as we walked around the house, the music was getting old so we went somewhere more quiter.

I blushed. “Yes, about a million times” I playfully blumbed his shoulder.

“well it's not enough.. I don't deserve to be in the presents of such beauty” he said in his best medieval voice as he playful bowed to me then pulled me into his arms.

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person, And she looks perfect...

Everything seemed to be perfect when I was with him and even if we were just 'kids' I couldn't wait for the future... And whatever desserts we can steal behind Alice's back tonight.

#Seth Clearwater #Seth Clearwater x reader #Seth Clearwater imagines #Twilight #New moon #Twilight imagines #Cullen family x reader #leah clearwater #twilight headcanons #Wolf pack #wolf pack x reader #booboo stewart

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VI. Fury

Harwin Strong x Velaryon!Reader (unrequited love), Alicent Hightower x Velaryon!Reader, Larys Strong x Velaryon!Reader

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Part 6 of this

I still can't believe writing more than 5000 words, there were times when I thought this would never come to light and it frustrated me so please give it a lot of love and let me know what you think of this chapter 🥰💖💖

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My inbox is open so I'm always willing to read your headcanons, opinions and answer your questions.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

When the Queen was informed that Harwin had been seen leaving your chambers in the middle of the night she felt her heart skip a beat. She was afraid that for some reason you had decided to forgive your husband for his indiscretions with the princess and give your marriage another chance.

When it was time for lunch that Alicent, Larys, and you had, there was no need for the Queen or Larys to ask you about your husband's sudden visit because you told them yourself. Harwin offered to help the twins put to sleep and you accepted because you were tired Alicent instantly offered to hire more maidens to take care of the children at night so you could rest but you refused saying that you didn't want other women to take care of your children. While you were saying that Alicent couldn't help but notice that you were looking askance at Larys as if you were expecting a reaction from him but she thought it must have been her imagination because when Larys changed the subject you didn't seem disappointed or upset. Unfortunately, the Queen's worries did not disappear throughout the meal so when you left to go spend time with your sister and mother she shared them with Larys.

"I'm afraid that he will once again occupy a place in her heart," the woman admitted, clasping her hands under the table. "What happens if he convinces her to give him another chance? What if she leaves us?" As she spoke, she took off part of the cuticle of the thumb. If her father was watching her he would be scolding her. She knew it was a horrible habit but the anxiety she felt at the thought of losing you was too great. Alicent wouldn't know how to live alone as your friend again, not now that she had tasted what true love was. No one cared about her like you do.

"You heard her, she only let him stay because of the children" the man reminded her as he poured them both more wine "She will never forgive him" he declared and the Queen was envious of his trust. Larys must have noticed that her concern was great because she added "Besides, she will never leave us, especially you. She always seems to want to kill Criston Cole for daring to breathe the same air as you."

Alicent hurriedly brought the wine glass closer to her mouth to hide her smile. Larys' statement had to upset her, after all, Criston Cole is one of the few people she trusts and she should be upset that you want to hurt him, but instead, she managed to calm her down a little.

But Alicent's worries soon grew worse as the days went by because Harwin kept coming to your chambers and the worst thing was that now the two of you with the twins were walking around the castle together. At first, Larys wasn't worried that Harwin would spend time in your chambers after all you made it clear that you were only using him to babysit the twins. But now Larys felt sick every time he saw the four of them together at court. They seemed like a happy family. Aethan shouldn't look so comfortable tied against Harwin's chest with one of the special clothes your mother had ordered for you from Essos, and you shouldn't look so calm when Harwin's hand is on your back while you hold Alyn. You should move away every time his brother kisses your forehead but you don't. You're never the one to initiate the physical contact but Larys still doesn't like it, he's not sure if you're really not pulling away because you don't want to make a scene or because you're bonding with Harwin now that he's spending so much time in your chambers.

One day Larys reaches his limit. You, Alicent, and Larys are eating together again but the man instead of joining the conversation you two are having is too busy thinking about the image of Harwin with his hand on your back again while you were both talking to some Lord and how later his brother left the conversation but not without kissing you on the cheek before leaving.

"Why do you let Harwin spend so much time with you?" he suddenly interrupts your conversation with Alicent. She looks at him surprised but at the same time seems grateful for him to dare to question your closeness with Harwin since she would never do it for fear of upsetting you.

"I told you he's just helping me with the twins," you replied, frowning at his rude interruption.

"You shouldn't be depending so much on Harwin to take care of your own children."

"Larys" Alicent's intention was a reprimand but he could detect the nerves in her voice and her eyes.

Larys knew he said the wrong thing when he saw how your eyes seemed to spark and how you abruptly dropped the cutlery.

"Our" you corrected him. "And maybe I wouldn't be depending on Harwin so much if you took charge" you spat every word like it was poison.

"We should take a moment of silence before saying something that we regret," the queen proposed in an attempt to calm the waters as she tried to take your hand but you pushed her away and barely looked at her.

"It's not fair. We both knew that when you got pregnant the child couldn't know the truth" Larys said, appearing calm, not wanting to let you see that your words bothered him.

"Of course, they won't grow up knowing the truth but you're not even trying to help me" you crossed your arms. "Even Daemon and Rhaenyra seem more interested in them than you," the bitterness in your voice was clear.

And the only reason for that was because they both wanted to fuck you but Larys wouldn't tell you that because it would only make your anger worse so instead he told you the reason for his distance.

"I stay away to avoid making people suspicious"

Not wanting the court to suspect him of being the father of your children was not the only reason for his distance. The truth is that Larys had no idea what to do with the twins. He saw the immense love you had for children. Not just you, your parents and your siblings too. Everyone seemed to love Alyn and Aethan from the minute they saw them but he didn't. Of course, he was worried about their safety the second you announced to Harwin and Lyonel that he was the father. He didn't want anything bad to happen to them but he wouldn't say that he loves them and he's sure they don't either, especially Aethan because the few times he carried them, they became instantly agitated and cried demanding to come back to you. Their crying made his head hurt and he's sure it made your head hurt too so he stayed away thinking it would save both of you the stress of hearing the children scream.

"People think you're their fucking uncle, no one will suspect that you spend time together. You're family." It was obvious that you were dissatisfied with his defense by the exasperation in your voice. "And don't tell me that you're afraid that someone will realize the truth because Aethan has the same eye color as you because months went by and no one said anything. So stop being paranoid and spend time with your children" You got up from the table "I'm sorry, my queen, but I lost my appetite and I have to continue with my duties"

Neither Alicent nor Larys had any doubt that you were angry but you confirmed it when you left without even giving them both a measly kiss goodbye.

"You have to fix it," Alicent ordered, looking at him furiously. "If we lose her because of you..."

"That's not going to happen," the man interrupted, throwing his napkin at the table angrily. "I'll fix it."

Of course, after that argument, Larys couldn't allow you to get even closer to Harwin so that same afternoon he sent you a message through one of your maids. He asked you not to allow his brother to come to your chambers tonight because he was thinking of coming to see you. In the middle of the night, Larys entered through the secret passage that had your chambers hidden behind one of the paintings. A snort left your mouth when you saw him appear with a small bouquet.

"If you think I'll forgive you because you brought me flowers, you're wrong," you warned him but your anger shouldn't have been so great because you didn't leave his side when he sat next to you on the bed, in the middle were the twins lying awake. Face up they seemed entertained trying to turn around on their own. Larys was relieved that neither of them burst into tears when they saw it.

"I'm not stupid to think that, I know your character.," he said and extended the bouquet to you waiting for you to take it, you looked at it doubting whether to take it or not "It see like someone wanted it more than you" he commented when you saw Alyn stretch out her small hand as if he wanted to touch one of the flowers. "Do you mind sharing?" you shook your head and couldn't help but smile when you saw him remove a flower from the bouquet to give it to Alyn. You hurriedly pulled another flower from the bouquet and gave it to Aethan before he got jealous. "I will get better at this parenting thing. I will come at night and help you take care of them" he wanted to see your reaction but his attention went to Aethan when he saw him put one of the petals in his mouth so he moved the flower away from the baby making him squeal. Not wanting Aethan to start crying, he gave him the flower again but he had to take it away because he put the petal in his mouth again.

"Why does he want to eat it?"

You laughed as you saw the frustration on Larys's face because every time he gave the flower to Aethan he kept wanting to eat it and then squealed when Larys pushed the flower away. But he wasn't a squealer like when he was about to throw a tantrum, it was one of the ones he did when he played with you or your brothers.

Alyn must have also thought his father was making a funny face because he joined in with your laughter.

"I'm sure that at first the color of the flower caught his attention, but now he just thinks that he's playing with you," you reassure him. "Larys, I want actions, not just empty words. I want you to be there for us," you asked, returning to what your lover had said before.

And Larys showed that he was serious. He started coming to your chambers in the middle of the night to help you with the children. You noticed that at first, he seemed to struggle when they cried but after you taught him that skin-to-skin contact helped calm them down and told him that talking to babies helped too, Larys seemed to handle it well, although the first few times you had to stop yourself from laughing at how uncomfortable and lost the man looked because he had no idea what to talk to babies about. You had to tell him to stop thinking about it so much and just talk. Larys didn't make silly voices like Laena, Laenor, or Harwin but Alyn didn't seem to mind because he happily responded to his father with babbling. It didn't take long for Aethan to join in as well because she didn't want to be left out of the "talk."

You will never forget Larys' smile when for the first time he was greeted by Alyn's excited screams as soon as he saw his father enter your chambers. You feel happy with all this development, not only that but Larys also starts to join you during the day, of course not every day, but sometimes he happens once at the nursery with you or they meet by "chance" with you in the gardens and show the twins the flowers together. Even Princess Helaena joins you a couple of times but she soon loses interest in the flowers and entertains herself with the bugs she finds on the ground. At those times Larys and you have to make sure the twins don't try to put any insects in their mouths.

Everything seems to be fine again...Except for Harwin, who feels displaced when you no longer allow him to spend the nights in your chambers and starts seeing you and Larys together during the day. Harwin knows that he should be happy with the fact that you no longer seem to hate him and with the rapprochement that the two of you had during the time that he helped you with the twins. You don't seem angry when you meet him at nursery, nor do you reject him when during the day he insists on spending time with you and the twins. You don't even yell at him when he proposes that Jacaerys join the four of you. He should settle for that but he can't. He just wants to get your love back.

You should not have been surprised when one of your maids came to inform you that your husband was in the princess's chambers. You didn't expect that now that you could stand his presence and have the occasional civil conversation with him, he would magically forget about Rhaenyra. You weren't stupid, you knew he was still seeing her but you hoped he would at least have a little respect for you. You couldn't believe he dared to be in Rhaenyra's chambers while she gave birth. People were already talking about you three but this would only make it worse. You didn't think they could dare to humiliate you any further, at least at the birth of Jacaerys, Harwin hadn't dared to do this.

Fury took over your body. You ignored your maid's calls as you strode out of your chambers.

You felt the blood in your body heat up, noticing that you were getting closer to your destination. You couldn't stop thinking about your hands around Harwin's neck. You wanted to kill him. But you couldn't do it. If you kill your husband you will not go unpunished and you will suffer some punishment, your death, or your exile, and the last thing you want is to leave Alicent and Larys. So you'd have to settle for making a scene.

If Rhaenyra and Harwin wanted attention then you would make a damn spectacle. Tomorrow there wouldn't be a single person who wouldn't talk about you three.

When you finally reached your destination you abruptly opened the doors making as much noise as possible. You entered, leaving the doors open with the intention that anyone who passed by could hear you. You found Rhaenyra lying on her bed with Harwin kneeling next to her and holding her hand.

All eyes were on you, Laenor looking at you with fear, the midwives tensed while the princess and your husband looked at you with pure surprise. For a moment Rhaenyra thought that you would be at her side and accompany her while she gave birth.

“I tried to get him away from her,” Laenor said quickly, from the corner, seeing the fury in your eyes not wanting to be on the receiving end of it. Not when he had struggled to obtain your forgiveness.

You ignored your brother and headed straight for Harwin. One of Rhaenyra's handmaidens thought you would try to hurt the princess so she tried to stop you by standing in front of you. You barely bothered to look at her before pushing her in Laenor's direction. Your brother, as you expected, caught her before she could fall to the floor. The screams of the other maids irritated you even more. You hadn't even put all your strength into the push, of course, they had to be just as dramatic as Rhaenyra.

“What are you doing here?” with every second that Harwin passed in silence you felt your fury grow even more, the worst thing was that he didn't seem to have any intention of separating himself from the princess because he was still holding her hand. “Why does a sworn shield need to be here? “You questioned but again you didn't get any response causing you to lose what little control you had “You can't protect her from the birthing bed, you idiot! You shouldn't be here! Do you understand how humiliating it is for me, for my children, that you are here?!” As you spoke, you raised your voice more and more to the point that you ended up shouting, you were sure that at least your complaint had been heard by anyone who was there. will be found in the hallways. You were sure that from today the court would be sure that Harwin was the father of Rhaenyra's children.

You saw Rhaenyra flinch, you didn't know if it was because of your screams or because she was having a contraction. You didn't care anyway, she did this to herself you thought. If she were smarter she would not have gotten pregnant by your husband again and much less would she have allowed him to accompany her during her birth.

“She needs me,” said Harwin, looking at you with pleading eyes, hoping you would understand, you should, you know Rhaenyra and you know that she is afraid of childbirth after everything her mother suffered.

“Harwin, we're leaving,” you demanded.

Harwin loves you but he loves Rhaenyra too so he couldn't leave her alone right now, not when she knew she was scared and needed him.

“No,” he said painfully, knowing that the little process he had done between the two of you would be forgotten. Now you would get angry but then he would work hard to win you over again.

Your dragon blood or your Baratheon blood had to have taken over your body because suddenly your hands were on your husband's scalp. Years ago you had caressed his curls tenderly but now you found yourself pulling him with all your strength, if he wasn't willing to get out then you were willing to drag him. You would embarrass him in front of the maids and anyone in the hall.

Harwin quickly let go of Rhaenyra's hand to prevent you from ending up dragging her with him. The princess didn't know what to do as she watched in shock as Laenor grabbed you by the waist and tried to pull you away from Harwin, but you didn't give in, your hands seemed to be clinging to him. All Rhaenyra could do was shake her head as one of her handmaidens approached the door ready to call the guards and silence the rest. The last thing she wanted was to get you in trouble.

“Please, sister, let go. Please,” Laenor asked desperately. He feared that at any moment a guard would walk in and you would end up having an audience with the king for disturbing the princess in the middle of her birth and attacking her sworn shield. The worst thing is that he saw you capable in your state of the fury of telling Viserys to rot for pretending not to know what was happening right under his nose, how his grandson was a bastard: "It's not worth getting in trouble for them. Please release him. If the king and queen find out about this…

He stopped talking when he watched you loosen your grip on Harwin carelessly causing his head to hit the floor. Laenor couldn't help but grimace at the noise. He had to have pushed you away instantly because you once again grabbed Harwin by the hair, lifting his head and then slamming it back onto the floor. This time when you let go, Laenor took the opportunity to lift you up and left Rhaenyra's chambers with you on his shoulder while you shouted curses in Valyrian.

They hadn't even reached the end of the hallway when Laenor stopped, a few seconds passed before he put you down. But you understood his reaction when you saw his father standing in front of you. He was looking at you angrily and again you felt like you were a little girl getting into trouble running away from your babysitters. Laenor must have felt your anguish because he took your hand and intertwined your fingers like he used to do when you were children and you were both scolded, not only that but he put his body in front of yours.

"Did you expect me to stand by and do nothing while they humiliated me?" you questioned your father once he finished scolding you and Laenor. During all of Corlys's talk, your brother didn't let go of your hand and you loved him more than ever for it. He could have avoided witnessing this, he could have left you alone but he didn't. Your brother wasn't to blame for your attitude but he was still scolded for not being firm enough to stop you before making a scene. You were sure that if Laenor had excused himself, your father wouldn't have bothered to scold him later.

"You humiliated yourself," he declared. It didn't matter that he had been ranting for what felt like hours he was still angry.

His words were like a slap. Unconsciously you tried to make yourself smaller in your seat as you felt a lump begin to form in your throat. He is your father, he should be on your side, he should be furious with Rhaenyra and Harwin, not you. He should be shouting and defending your honor. But instead, he's yelling at you.

You remained silent without knowing how to respond, feeling small, pathetic, and humiliated under your father's gaze. Not being able to take it anymore you lowered your head looking at your lap. You didn't like feeling like this, you hated it.

You loved your mom. It was a silly and childish thought but if she were here you believed she would take your side. She may not agree with your actions but she would never make you feel this way.

"Tomorrow the whole court will be talking about how you lost your mind, entering the princess's rooms and beating your husband," your father said making you feel worse. You had wanted to make a scene to get people talking but you thought it would be to your benefit, you thought the court would side with the poor faithful wife but maybe your father was right, maybe in the end you would be the one who would end up badly. Perhaps Rhaenyra and Harwin would not be the ones to make the Velaryons the laughingstock of the court but you. The pain in your throat worsened at that thought. "What if this reaches the king's ears?"

"That will not happen, Father," you were surprised by the firmness in your brother's voice. "Despite the distance between my sister and Rhaenyra. The princess still has great esteem for her and does not want to get her into trouble with the king. If Viserys decided to act and punish my sister that would only encourage people to talk more about the true paternity of Rhaenyra's children" he said as he gave your hand a squeeze hoping to get you out of whatever was scheming in your head knowing that it wouldn't. It must have been nothing good."Besides, I doubt people will think my sister is crazy. "The court will side with her after all it is normal to see a woman hurt by her husband's cheating."

"A maester had to see Harwin," Corlys reminded them with a frown.

"An accident. One of the maids dropped hot water and the idiot slipped and hit his head. It's his fault for being in the delivery bed when he shouldn't be" You couldn't help but laugh at the easy lie your brother made up. You wouldn't be surprised if there were people who believed her. Laenor turned to look at you with a smile, feeling satisfied to see that you were settling back down normally in your chair instead of trying to hide. "The only thing my sister did was go yell at her stupid husband for daring to snub her like that."

Before Corlys could say what he thought about it there was a knock on the door. After your father gave permission to enter a maid reported that Rhaenyra had given birth to a second son named Lucerys and that the three of you could now go and meet him.

"Come on Laenor, we have to meet the future lord of Driftmark," the Lord said once the maid left.

The fury you felt when you heard those words made you forget any feeling of smallness that your father caused you. You could allow your father many things but not this. You weren't going to stay silent while he took away your son's birthright and gave it to Rhaenyra's bastard. You knew that your father was an ambitious man and wanted to go down in history—that's why he had pushed you to spend time with Viserys as soon as Queen Aemma died and when you didn't become queen he made Laenor marry Rhaenyra even though he knew his preferences—but you never thought he would be able to deliver the legacy of your ancestors as if nothing had happened. It was insulting. This was outrageous.

When you least expected it, your father always found a new way to disappoint you.

"You can't be serious," you said, standing up abruptly from your chair while resting your hands on the desk.

"Please don't start again," your father said as if he was treating you like a tantrum child making your fury only grow even more. You could feel your blood heat up.

"He can't be Driftmark's heir," you said, emphasizing each word to get it into his head.

"He is the son of Laenor. It is his birthright"

"He is my son in name only," Laenor reminded him. He loved Jacaerys and was sure he would soon love Lucerys too, but he still knew he couldn't give any of them Driftmark. It would be an insult to Laena, to you, to his uncles and cousins.

“And why is that?” Corlys accused him. He didn't need to say any more words, the three of them knew that he blamed the lack of legitimate children on Laenor's preferences. You would think that after years your father would have accepted it by now.

“Driftmark belongs to Aethan,” you said, watching as Laenor clenched her hands into fists clearly frustrated, putting her attention back on you “He was born before Lucerys, it is his birthright” You tried hard not to raise your voice thinking that if You looked calm and confident. Your father could listen to you for once.

“You know perfectly well that the line of succession follows the lineage of Laenor.”

“That's the point,” you exclaimed. “Lucerys has no Velaryon blood and no offense to Laenor, but we all know you will never have descendants. "You turned when you saw your brother but he didn't look offended by your words so you turned your attention to your father "If Laenor doesn't have children then the line that follows is Laena's but she still doesn't have children so until that happens follow my line. Alyn was born first so he will have Harrenhall but Driftmark belongs to Aethan.”

“Lucerys will inherit Driftmark after Laenor,” your father stated as if he hadn't heard anything you said.

“He doesn't have Velaryon blood!” you argued, losing your patience, a part of you wanted to throw yourself at the desk and beat your father to the point of exhaustion. Maybe this way he would come to his senses.

“History does not remember blood, it remembers names”

Again he was looking at you like you were a little girl, like you were stupid and couldn't understand what she was talking about. But you understood, he was always going to care more about his ambition than his family. This time you did not hide from his gaze but instead took refuge in your fury.

Nightwing shouted angrily from the Dragon's Pit.

Slapped.

Your father looked at you in shock. You didn't feel guilt or regret, in fact, you felt satisfaction. You hoped the mark of your hand would remain on his face. You weren't going to apologize, he deserved it for choosing Rhaenyra and his bastard over you and your son, his own blood.

Laenor was the first to react, taking your arm and pulling you back and then standing in front of you, ready to protect you in case his father tried to do something to you. But you weren't afraid. Your father had never hit you before and you didn't think he would start doing it now, not when you were already a grown woman, not when you could still hear the furious screams of your dragon, not when you both knew that if he dared to touch you your mother wouldn't hesitate to feed him to Meleys

“Get her out of here,” Corlys ordered, regaining his patriarchal composure.

You broke free from your brother's grip. You didn't need an escort. You could go alone but you had one last thing to say. You expected this to torment him.

“You will be the one to ruin our name, you will make us a laughing stock if you leave that child as heir.”

Of course, your fury can't last forever. That's why when Larys entered through the secret passageway that your room had, he found you curled up in bed.

"Are you angry?" You turn your back on him as you feel him lift the sheets to get into the bed next to you.

Your voice was weak and unsure like you were afraid to know his answer. And Larys didn't like it.

"Just for not being able to see how you hit my brother" he replied and you wanted to laugh but it came out more like a sob making the look in Larys' eyes soften. If it was someone else they would find it annoying or feel uncomfortable but you are the exception. He just wanted to make your pain go away. "What happened?" he asked, ready to listen to you complain about Harwin and Rhaenyra.

"My father wants Lucerys Velaryon to be heir to Driftmark instead of Aethan" You turned around and dared to sneak into your lover's chest now that you knew he wasn't upset with you.

You took Larys by surprise because he didn't expect that to be the reason for your discomfort.

"That's not going to happen," he assured you as he gave you comforting strokes on your back. "Not many children make it to the age of two. Even if they do, they can always have an accident during their childhood. And if that doesn't happen, then we'll take care of Lucerys."

You should be horrified by what Larys just said and its implications. You should be scared at how calm he seems at the idea of murdering his own nephew but instead, you feel more in love with him. It's twisted but his words gave you comfort, knowing that you weren't alone in this, that you had someone on your side who was willing to do something so heinous just for you and so that your child would have his birthright. You and Larys must be crazy thinking about the death of a newlyborn baby. You're probably not as good a person as you thought and you don't know how to feel about it. You send a silent prayer to the gods and apologize for your thoughts because that's what a good person would do. You convince yourself that your fury is still poisoning your head and that's why you think of Lucerys dead. Your usual self would never think of that. How would you wish for the death of an innocent baby?

"We won't do anything," you say but both you and Larys can notice the lack of determination in your decision. But he's smart enough not to highlight it, it would only worsen your mood. "It's not Lucerys' fault that my father chose Rhaenyra over me," your voice breaks at the end and it seems like you're about to cry again.

"He didn't choose her, he chose the power he thinks she possesses," he said in an attempt to make you feel better.

"I'm sorry that your father disappointed you," he gently wiped your tears with his thumb. "But you don't need it. You have your siblings, and your mother and you have me. I'm always on your side."

At his last statement, you felt your heart warm up along with a sudden huge need to kiss him. So you obeyed your desire and leaned towards him and then captured his lips. You kissed him again and again, you tasted his lips as if it were the most exquisite wine you had ever tasted, but the thirst you felt for him did not seem to disappear.

"Be good and make me forget about today" you asked with heavy breathing.

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(I really thought this was gonna be a lot shorter than it is! I still couldn't resist the epilogue😅 Written for @wolfstarmicrofic 30th: Traitor, to add some Fluff to an angsty prompt!)

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Part Two: Label-Stuff

Remus and Sirius are in a strong, committed relationship.

They just don't know it yet.

Couple-Stuff

"Remus, it's just you and me now, there's no one else left." Mary clutches Remus' shoulders as she looks him in the eyes. "We're the last ones standing, the only ones who haven't succumbed. The others all have fallen. It's just you and me."

Lily rolls her eyes. "Dramatic much, Mary?"

Mary shakes her head disappointedly. "Alice was a lost cause ever since she laid eyes on Frank back in third grade. Then Marlene met Dorcas at the coffeeshop and we lost her pretty soon after that. Of course no one can forget the day Gideon took Emmeline away. And now the unthinkable has happened, and our very own Lily gave in to James Potter, of all people." Mary pats Remus' shoulder. "We're the last ones who are still living our best single lives, free and independent."

"Goodness, Mary," Alice sighs. "You talk like being in a relationship means your life is over. It's just the beginning of a whole new and exciting phase!"

Lily nods in agreement. "I must say, it's a lot better than I thought it would be. There are actually so many new experiences to enjoy in life as a couple!"

"Yeah," Marlene says. "Even that stupid lameass couple-stuff isn't so bad when you have someone whom you enjoy being in a stupid lameass couple with. Like going to the bloody Farmer's Market on Saturday morning and sharing one of those giant, ridiculous caramel syrup waffles."

Mary looks unimpressed. "I spend Saturday morning in my bed after partying on Friday night, because, oh yeah, I still have a life."

"I actually like the Farmer's Market," Remus disagrees. "I usually go with Sirius. He pretends he thinks it's all so lame, but who always wants to share the syrup waffle?" He chuckles fondly.

"It's not just outings either," Lily says. "Just the normal everyday stuff too, like cooking, having dinner, doing the dishes, you never have to do it alone anymore."

"Sitting on my couch in my pj's watching trash tv with a bowl of food in my lap is like the best moment of my day," Mary says. "Never eating alone anymore sounds like a literal nightmare," she shudders.

Remus shrugs. "With Sirius and I being roommates, I haven't really been doing those things alone for years."

Emmeline glances at him. "Well, yeah, I guess you can do those kinds of things with a roommate too, but as a couple, you can add sappy romance to that everyday life! Candlelit dinners, movie dates, walks on the beach, watching the sunset…"

"Why does that have to be exclusively for couples?" Remus protests. "I mean, Sirius and I both love dinner and a movie, or taking the dog to the beach and watching the sunset. We can just do those things together."

Mary gives Remus a strange look, but then focuses back on Emmeline. "I can do all those things with three different guys each week if I want to."

Emmeline shakes her head. "It's not the same as being with the one whom you know is your person."

Alice thinks for moment, trying to find the right words. "Think about it like this," she says slowly. "When you're all dolled up, in full makeup, wearing your best outfit, ready for a night of fun, yes, you can have a good time with anyone. But the best thing about being a couple is that when you feel like absolute crap and look like an absolute mess and just want to stay in bed all day, your person will also be there, taking care of you, bringing you comfort food, making you feel better."

"Sirius has a sixth sense for when I'm having a bad day," Remus says with a soft smile. "Whenever I feel down, Sirius will bring home my favourite chocolate cinnamon buns, which they only sell at a bakery on the other side of town. And he's probably the only one who can make my tea exactly as I like it. He will make sure there's always a mug with hot tea on my nightstand when I'm sick."

Alice tilts her head and studies Remus thoughtfully.

Mary arches an eyebrow looking at Remus. "I was gonna say isn't that what you've got a mum for, but apparently, you can also have a roommate for that." She shakes her head. "Anyways, I still don't think having someone to bring me tea when I'm cranky is a good enough reason to have to constantly take someone else into account, deal with jealousy and spend time with in-laws you don't like."

"But even that is suddenly not so bad anymore!" Lily argues. "I always thought that I would hate having to spend my Sundays having dinner with my in-laws, but James is taking me to his parents' house this Sunday for the first time, and I must say, I'm actually excited!"

"Oh, you should be!" Remus says enthusiastically. "Sunday dinners at the Potters' are amazing! I'll tell you, Monty's Sunday roast is to die for!"

The girls all stare at him.

Remus scratches his head awkwardly. "Sirius started taking me with him years ago." He smiles sheepishly. "He says I'm Effie and Monty's favourite by now."

Lily keeps staring at Remus as she continues. "And I'm also going to spend Christmas Day with James' family…"

"Oh," Remus immediately chimes in. "Great! Effie pulls out all stops. Sirius and I always help with-"

"Bloody hell, Remus!" Mary breaks in. "You bloody traitor!"

Remus closes his mouth and blinks at Mary in confusion.

"Here I was, thinking that you were my last ally among the couples, but it turns out that you've been in a bloody relationship with Sirius Black this whole time!"

"I'm in a… With… What?" Remus sputters. "No! Sirius and I are friends, just friends!"

"Remus," Lily says calmly, crossing her arms over her chest. "The only way your relationship with Sirius differs from a couple's, is that you're not having sex with him."

Remus' cheeks turn red and he averts his eyes.

Lily's eyes widen. "Remus John Lupin!" She gasps. "You didn't!"

Remus' face turns bright red as he stares at his hands. "It… happened. Once or twice."

Lily shakes her head. "I can't bloody believe you!"

Remus lifts his head and looks at her defiantly. "Well, can you blame me?" He says defensively. "You know what he looks like! Besides, what's the harm?" He shrugs. "We're both single, but we still both have… urges, so to speak, and we find each other physically attractive, so why not?"

"And do either of you ever sleep with anyone else?" Marlene asks seemingly casually, studying her nails.

"I'm not," Remus says. "I mean, Sirius is just objectively incredibly attractive, no one can deny that, and we have great… uhm, chemistry in the bedroom, so it really wouldn't make sense for me to go out of my way to pick up some random guy. I don't really know about Sirius, but I don't think…" Remus trails off, pausing on the idea of Sirius with someone else and feeling inexplicably nauseous, and suddenly he wants nothing more than to change the subject. "Look, this is all very personal, and none of your business!"

"And do either of you ever date anyone else?" Marlene asks undeterred.

"We're not dating!"

"Fine." Marlene rolls her eyes. "Does either of you ever date anyone?"

Remus shakes his head. "Why would we? Sirius is my best friend for a reason, I can't imagine having a better time with anyone else, and I have zero desire to spend an evening making awkward small talk with a stranger. Besides, we both aren't looking for anything. Sirius does not want to give up on his freedom, and I don't want to deal with all the expectations and accompanying anxiety that come with a relationship."

"Oh, for god's sake, I can't bloody believe it!" Lily pressed the palm of her hand to her forehead. "You and Sirius are both so bloody afraid of commitment, but you completely failed to notice you've been in a bloody committed relationship to each other for years!"

"Sirius' and mine relationship is platonic!" Remus insists. "And, well, sometimes also physical, I guess. Platonic and physical, not romantic. I mean, not that I don't love him. Of course I love him, but more in a way that we complete each other. Sirius just feels like home, he's the only one who…" Remus trails off and runs a hand through his hair. "Wait, what was I saying again?"

Mary gives him a flat look. "I believe you were explaining how you love Sirius and are physically attracted to him, he's your other half and you're safe haven, but oh, all in a purely platonic way of course."

Remus groans and hides his face in his hands. "I'm screwed, aren't I?"

"Jamie?" Lily asks hesitantly.

James hums while he's laying with his head on Lily's lap, as she runs her fingers through his hair (like she has absolutely not been itching to do since fifth grade, no, absolutely not).

"Would you…" Lily is very careful to breach the topic. James isn't exactly good at dealing with change, and she doesn't want to upset him. Remus and Sirius are his best friends, and he might not be happy with the dynamic of their group potentially changing. Besides, those boys are both like brothers to him, so what if it makes him uncomfortable if the relationship between the two of them turns out to be not-so-brotherly?

Lily braces herself. "How would you feel about Remus and Sirius potentially one day being… more than friends?"

James stills, and a moment passes with him just laying motionless with his head under her hand, as Lily holds her breath.

Then James sits up and turns to her, his eyes wide and blinking at her. "Haven't they been a couple for the past three years?"

Read Part Two here!

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[cyb3rtarot]

Pick a Pile: Self Care Advice

Disclaimer: this is not about self care in terms of skincare and the like, this is about improving your overall well being. Tarot readings are not replacements for professional advice. Take what resonates; don’t force a reading to fit. In this reading I used the Alice in Wonderland Oracle, Zerner-Farber tarot, Tarot of Mystical Moments, the Oracle of the Radiant Sun, and a recolored Smith-Waite.

pile 1‣pile 2 pile 3‣pile 4

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Pile 1: 

Cards: Curioser and Curioser rx, wheel of fortune, temperance rx, Organization (Mercury in Capricorn, 10th house), Dagaz rune|| I Wonder What Will Happen, Impossible Things, You Are Rare and Free, Optimism (Moon in Sagittarius, 9th house), five of swords, ace of wands, Uruz rune

Current State of Self Care: hello pile one! It seems like you guys really like routine. You do similar things everyday or when you practice self care, and this helps you stay on track and organize your thoughts. It’s comfortable, and you’re not too enthusiastic about exploring things that get in the way of this routine. I feel like this pile really likes spending time with animals and nature (some of you are farmers or gardeners), and you might feel disinterested with people and their “strange” activities as a whole. I also feel like you guys really like to do things during the day when the Sun is up. People might invite you out in the evening or night—maybe to casinos or clubs—but you’d rather not. You might prefer to do things alone, or to just spend your free time really peacefully instead of doing something that requires a lot of social energy. Totally understandable! However, there’s a feeling that rigidity or sameness is causing imbalance when it comes to other areas of your life.

Self Care Advice: you guys are encouraged to try new things that fall in line with your individuality. A large part of why this pile likes to stick to the familiar is because of past experiences when trying new things with others. I feel like you’ve tried to step outside your comfort zone before; you’ve been roped into the family vacations or group activities you didn’t want to do and it didn’t go well. Some of you have trouble meshing with the other people in your lives. So, instead of continuously ending up in uncomfortable situations, you’ve stuck to yourself and what you know. I see some of you feel limited due to your health or physical ability? However, there are things you can do in your home or in solitude to expand your world. Perhaps, you could try at-home hobbies, such as crochet. I see a lot of you would really enjoy solo travel. If you want to socialize, maybe you can do something chill with just one friend instead of 5, or do something online (an online event?). You guys have a sense of disbelief when it comes to new things, thinking if it can go wrong it will. But both great experiences and lessons come out of the unknown. You’re encouraged to allow yourself curiosity without compromising on your boundaries.

Extra Details: environmental activism, walking through the forest/woods (some of you that believe in God feel most connected to Them in nature), pet dog (a black one, red collar?), tea (some of you might really enjoy trying new teas? Or reading tea leaves), international travel, homebody, small house, lives with parents but isn’t close to them, stuffed animals, recent graduation, eagles, video call meetups/events

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Pile 2: 

Cards: You are Rare and Free, Falling, Mortality, the moon rx, Exaltation (Moon in Taurus, 2nd house)|| Gebo rune, seven of wands rx, You are Rare and Free (again), Uncertainty, Impossible Things, the hierophant

Current State of Self Care: hello pile two! You guys came through with a very YOLO attitude; “I’m here for a good time not a long time.” You guys are hyper aware that you have a limited amount of time to experience this life and try to practice self care by living accordingly. This pile might like to do very experimental or impulsive things. Things that others are afraid of like zip lining or skydiving. Or, you might make decisions that others perceive as careless, like traveling on a random whim or suddenly moving. Many of you have already experienced living a limited life, or watched someone else spend their life without ever doing what they really wanted. You’d rather make security where you go and find what makes you happy instead of having external security with regret. 

Self Care Advice: a lot of you use a super-free and independent lifestyle (or mindset) as a defense mechanism. The less attachments you have, the less chance to be hurt or stifled. You have a lot of fun chasing freedom, but I’m getting that you do it to the point where it’s not fun anymore. I sense a curious energy towards some kind of attachment; maybe you’re interested in what it would be like to be in a committed relationship, to move somewhere permanently, or to get a job that would require you to be more stationary. Some of you view spontaneity and freedom as a way to get the most of what you want while giving the least. But in truth, no matter what we do we exchange something. If you are always doing something new, you exchange possibilities that can only come from being still. And when you don't do new things, you exchange opportunities to explore. You’re being called to care for yourself by sitting down and deciding what you’re really drawn to. Maybe you don’t think you could be happy unless you adhere to your current lifestyle—like this is how you can protect yourself. There are many possibilities outside of current habits that can bring joy. Your energy reminds me of Sandy from Spongebob when she’s trying to do every extreme activity she can before she has to hibernate. You are not being asked to compromise who you are (the cards strongly emphasize that your uniqueness is amazing!), but instead to be open to what your soul is calling for—even if you’re not sure how it will go. The cards also emphasized your security ultimately comes from -you-, not the world around you. 

An extra message wanted to come out with the king of pentacles, strength rx, and queen of cups: you’re prompted to be vulnerable with your feelings! You’re encouraged to face fears and apprehensions so you can emotionally appreciate your blessings. And as a lot of you are in relationships, this includes vulnerability with the other people (or person). Examine what in your life has made you feel the way you do today, and if it’s necessary to bring these mindsets forward. Your extra advice is to be real with yourself and know you have the strength and courage to express yourself authentically.

Extra Details: experiencing death of loved ones at a young age, feeling life is unfair or you have to make your own fairness, revenge or vigilante mindset, you might feel like you’re on a timer? Anxieties about health, confident demeanor but anxious inside, wanting to settle down, being at crossroads, feeling really ready for something, being in nature or gardening (tomatoes?), you could write a lot of movie reviews or fanfiction?, you could also write fantasy stories, environmental or social justice, catching feelings for a casual partner is significant for some of you (aww it feels like they give you butterflies :] )

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Pile 3: 

Cards: Use Your Time Well, Curioser and Curiouser, Nonsense!, I Wonder What Will Happen Next, Ace of Swords, Mortality rx|| Clock time, Acquisition (Sun in Taurus, 2nd house), Flirtation (Venus in Sagittarius, 9th house), Bluff (Jupiter in Gemini, 3rd house), the hierophant rx, Protection (Moon in Aries, 1st house), three of hearts rx, the chariot rx, Berkano rune

Current State of Self Care: hello pile three! I feel like your self care right now is not what most people consider self care. Your cards emphasize being in a period of life that’s closing or feeling like you soon have to make a decision about something. You’re trying to get serious with yourself so that you’re able to transition into the next chapter. This is manifesting as more thought-based activities like researching, studying, meditating, brainstorming, and the like. You’re organizing your thoughts and trying to be informed for whatever is approaching you (for some this is literal with final exams coming up). I did get this stifled, antsy feeling when I connected to your energy; you might feel overwhelmed with your own brainstorming or with reality. Many of you are comforting yourself by dragging through this phase. You may keep telling yourself you have a lot of time or that you can do something later, so you keep procrastinating and lengthening the process.

Self Care Advice: you’re being called to be realistic with your time pile 3. I think you’ve enjoyed toying or flirting with ideas and not committing—and for a chunk of you this is literally about stringing someone along. What would be beneficial now is a re-evaluation of how you’re allocating time and energy. Eventually procrastination does become harmful—especially if other people are involved. I don’t feel this is necessarily the case for most yet; I see you've been able to bluff your way through life and take it day by day. But the time is coming where you’ll have to choose a path to take. I see many of you getting overwhelmed due to a lack of support and guidance. You might be surrounded by people who make you feel more confused, either because they can’t help you or because their advice doesn’t resonate with you. Some of you aren’t actually as unsure as you come across. You may be drawn to something already but it feels unconventional, and this instills doubt in you (or you might be afraid of financial instability too?). Whatever your situation is, protecting your energy will be helpful. When you feel pressure, you can redirect this into productivity instead of procrastination. You may have to draw back your energy from draining sources to better channel it into yourself. This includes protecting yourself from being swayed by what is not authentic to you. Even though you feel the weight of your life upon you, know that taking one path doesn’t mean you have to walk it forever. A very specific note for some people in this pile is that there are better ways to protect your feelings and vulnerability in relationships than just ignoring important conversations!

Extra Details: Northern US (New England or close to the Canadian Border), graduating, final exams, researching real estate for a move, this is so random but you might like catching or eating crab? You might’ve played a browser game called Catch a Crab bc that’s what popped in my head 😭, or you might feel nostalgic about your youth—wanting life to freeze forever. Maine, Orlando, Louisiana, feeling insecure, eating muShrooms, a new phase of life, not telling your plans to everyone, plants and plant medicine are very specific for this pile. Spending time in nature—with trees specifically, being more in love than you admit (waay more lol), wanting to be a musician, listening to ariana grande, liking someone with blue eyes. Wanting to move with a partner, unhelpful advice from parents/guardians, procrastinating study sessions

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Pile 4: 

Cards: Falling, It’s Always Teatime, King of Swords, Elk rune, six of swords rx, the empress rx|| Messages for a Rabbit, Set Your Course, death rx, I Wonder What Will Happen Next, seven of swords

Current State of Self Care: hi pile four! This pile’s goal is to cope with the lack of control over their life. There’s a sense of feeling stuck in a free fall where you’re constantly pushed around by crazy, external forces. There could be a sense of repetitiveness too. For example, maybe you go to school or a job everyday, but there’s always an extreme deadline to meet. Or when you’re finally getting a grip on the last major life event, another one barrels you over. It seems like you’re constantly in a reactive state or tower moment. To cope, you might like to engage in the same things repeatedly for comfort. I’m also getting this pile might like to read up on their interests a lot in their free time; there’s emphasis on mental activities. You’re quite aware you need to balance constant stress with self care, but physically taking care of yourself may be difficult. For example, knowing you need extra sleep, healthy food, or exercise, but feeling like these are outside your capacity. Some of you may be drawn to pile 1; there’s very similar themes and details.

Self Care Advice: first of all, if you have pets, you’re encouraged to spend time destressing and cuddling with them as self care. But your main advice here is to plan. You may currently be in a space where it’s not easy to go and do new things. So, use this time to really lay out what you want. Don’t let yourself be discouraged by your current restraints. Think about what in your life you’d remove if you had the chance, and what you would pursue if you could. Writing it down could be helpful. This way, even if you can’t currently obtain those things, you’ll be ready if an opportunity comes your way. Instead of ruminating over whether you should or shouldn’t and miss it, you’ll know which path in the crossroads to take because you’ve done most of the thinking. Many of you may also feel tied down by people or duties around you. You’re being reminded that you don’t have to let everyone know your every plan. It’s easy to be influenced when you’re already under stress—or literally controlled by others. It’s ok to keep your thoughts to yourself or protect your future wishes from those who aren’t aligned with you. If you’re in a tough spot, maybe you have to do this planning kind of on the secret side. For example, if you’re trying to escape a family situation, maybe be extra careful about browser history if you choose to research at home. Overall, you’re being asked to think, plan, and be smart with your current situation and resources.

Extra Details: special interests, neurodivergence, executive dysfunction, some of you experienced several huge shifts in life or family one right after the other, Europe, church (mainly getting Roman Catholic), stuffed animals, feeling controlled by family or society (perhaps being pressured to perform traditional gender roles), Australian accent, animals as signs, a pet or multiple, wanting a humanitarian or environmental job. You may feel like your life has been the opposite of a fairytale, like Cinderella with no ball or carriage. Social isolation. Some of y’all really like fanfiction lool

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[1800-fight-me]

hmmmm what about aemond’s new little wife doesn’t know how to tell him she’s feeling horny so she’s irritated the whole day and he at first thinks he’s done something to upset her but he takes in her flushed face as she’s squirming in her chair at dinner and he’s all like “hmm, i haven’t been doing my duty as a husband, have I?”

Effective Communication

Aemond Targaryen x Petite!Female!Reader

Prequel to Practice Makes Perfect (but can be read without reading that first!)

Rating: E- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Making out, discussions of sex, heavy making out, allusions to sex

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: You've missed your husband's attention and can't quite get up the courage to tell him.

Author’s note: THIS IS A GOD TIER LEVEL PROMPT THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! This sparked so many ideas and so I'm working on I think three other prequels to Practice Makes Perfect to go along with this one!! Thank you so much!!

Aemond Masterlist

It’s been five days. Five days since you’ve had the opportunity to spend any alone time with your husband. 

He was constantly busy with his attendance to his brother the king and the realm’s newest crisis. 

You stayed up each night and waited for him, but he would come back so late that sleep would have you in its grasp by the time he slid into the bed beside you. 

You told him he could wake you up, if he wished, but he reassured you that he didn’t want to bother you and you should get your full night’s sleep even if he couldn’t. He clearly didn’t get your underlying message that you would like him to wake you up, and you were still rather shy about expressing your needs. 

He was gone every morning with a quick kiss to your forehead. 

You groaned in annoyance as you fully woke to an empty bed yet again. 

You marched through the rest of your day, meetings with noble ladies, a walk through the gardens with Helaena, party planning with Alicent, all of it you tolerated rather than enjoyed as you usually do. 

You were terrible at masking your irritation and all day you dealt with questions. 

“Are you alright, Princess?” “Are you upset, dear?” “Have I done something to offend?” 

Your reputation as kind and sweet worked against you when you were obviously upset. 

You were sick of feeling such frustration and you racked your brain to determine the cause of it. You were not in the phase of your cycle that causes irritation, you weren’t hungry, and you didn’t have a headache. 

You rolled your eyes at yourself as you realized the reason. You had a deficiency in your husband’s attention. For someone still so new to sex, you had grown used to your husband joining himself with you each night in the months you’d been wed, and anything less that daily felt unbearable. 

That night was the weekly family dinner that Alicent enforced. 

When your lady’s maid dressed you for dinner you fidgeted enough that she huffed in irritation as you thought of finally seeing Aemond.  

“What is wrong, my lady?” 

“Nothing,” you muttered. 

A pageboy knocked on the door and when you gave him permission to enter he let you know that your husband would have to meet you at dinner rather than escort you due to a meeting going long. 

“Ugh. Wonderful,” you snapped back at him. 

You had hoped to at least have a moment alone with Aemond before dinner. 

He visibly blanched at your sharp tone. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Thank you for delivering the message,” you said and he nodded and left. 

You sighed and placed your head in your hands. 

“Perhaps you should talk about what is bothering you,” your lady’s maid suggested as she finished helping you get ready. 

“No, I’m alright,” you mumbled. 

She looked at you like she didn’t quite believe you but didn’t want to push it and finished her task in silence. 

You made your way towards the royal dining room and with soft, not quite genuine smiles, you greeted everyone and sat down. 

Everyone was present besides Aemond and Aegon. 

Alicent chit chatted with you and Helaena, though you participated in the conversation less than the two of them. 

Finally the doors opened and you looked up eagerly. 

You sighed when it was only Aegon. 

He took the seat to the right of you, Helaena on his other side.

He greeted his wife before he turned to you. 

“Hello, sister,” he said and you glared at him. 

“How is it that you made it here before Aemond?” you asked bluntly. 

He laughed in surprise at your surly mood and then the doors opened once again. 

You sighed in relief this time as your gorgeous husband strode in. 

He smirked at the awed expression on your face as your breath was taken away by his handsomeness. 

He crossed the room in quick strides and soon took his seat next to you. 

“Hello, little wife,” he purred as he pressed his lips to your cheek. 

It took all your self control not to throw yourself in his lap and press your lips to his. 

“Hello, dear husband,” you breathed out as you were lost in his gaze. 

Alicent called everyone’s attention and said a prayer before the food was brought in. 

Honestly, Aemond was not ever very physically affectionate in front of other people, so you weren’t sure why you expected it, but you grew more upset that he made no efforts to touch you when he sat so close. 

He spoke to you softly a few times but you mostly gave him short answers or ‘mhm’d’ in agreement with his words. 

It was unfair how good he looked. You wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair. You wanted to yank his lips down to yours. You wanted to bite his neck and hear the way it always made him groan. 

You were already practically dripping with need. 

When Aegon made another unseemly joke you couldn’t hold yourself back as you scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

Aegon looked at you in surprise at your obvious attitude and then made eye contact with Aemond, and looked at him like you were crazy, which only made you more angry. 

You opened your mouth, to say something you would most likely regret but Aemond laid his arm across the back of your seat and you turned towards him. 

He leaned in to whisper in your ear and you tensed at his proximity. 

It is true that Aegon was often irritating, but it was not common for you to be so vocal about your annoyance. 

“Where is my sweet wife?” Aemond asked and his breath tickled your ear and caused a shiver to run down your spine. 

“I-“ 

“Tell me what is wrong,” he commanded, though his voice was still soft. 

You felt a wave of desire to please him flow through you. 

You turned your head and your eyes met his. Though your gaze flickered to his lips as he wet them with his tongue. 

His eye widened slightly with realization. 

He smirked as he looked you up and down and took in your flustered state. 

“Are you irritated because of me?” he surmised. 

You squirmed in your seat and bit your lip as you looked at him. 

“I have neglected my husbandly duties as of late, haven’t I?” he purred with a smirk. 

You nodded as you watched him wide eyed. 

His smile was mischievous and triumphant as he pinned you to the spot with his gaze. 

He turned away from you. 

“Mother, my wife is not feeling well. We shall have to take our leave early,” he said. 

You breathed out a sigh of relief. 

She expressed concern but he brushed her off as he took your hand and led you to stand. 

You said quick goodbyes and he let you out of the hall with a hand on your waist. 

He led you towards your shared rooms, but abruptly pulled you into a dark hallway. 

“Aemond!” you squeaked in surprise. 

“Quiet,” he growled and his lips were on yours. 

He devoured you. 

Passionately and fervently his lips moved against yours as he gripped you tightly. 

It seemed you were not the only desperate one after such an extended period of not feeling one another’s touch. 

His mouth opened slightly and as you followed his lead, his tongue brushed against yours. 

You moaned. 

He pulled back from you with a hand softly placed on your jaw and throat. 

“You do not wish for others to hear us, do you little wife?” he whispered. 

You shook your head as you stared at him with wide eyes. 

His lips curved into a smirk once more and you yearned to press your lips to his again. 

“Are you so desperate for me that you would let me take you right here where anyone could walk past?” 

You whimpered in embarrassment and desire. You slipped your hands beneath his coat and wiggled underneath leather and buckles until at last you could feel his warm skin. 

He tilted your chin up with a finger and pressed his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck. 

You shivered in desire. 

“I want to hear you say it,” he murmured against your skin. 

“Yes, husband, I- I want you now,” you gasped. 

His teeth grazed your skin and your gasp turned into a moan when he bit down. 

“Well this is an unexpected sight,” a loud voice interrupted the two of you. 

You squealed in embarrassment and Aemond helped you hide yourself behind his body as he turned and glared at his brother. 

Aegon laughed in amusement. 

“I thought you were feeling ill,” he teased as he leaned to the side to see around Aemond’s body and make eye contact with you. 

Your face was hot with embarrassment and shame. 

“Leave her alone, Aegon. She does not need your teasing,” your husband ordered. 

“Yes, I can see she has her hands full with you,” Aegon mused. 

“Oh gods,” you groaned in mortification and he laughed once again. 

“We are leaving,” Aemond huffed as he reached behind himself and grabbed your hand. He shoved his shoulder roughly against Aegon’s as he walked past him. 

You avoided Aegon’s cocky and all too amused gaze. 

“Goodnight!” he called out as the two of you walked away. 

Once you finally reached your chambers and the door was safely shut behind you, you covered your face with your hands. 

“That might be the worst thing that has ever happened to me,” you groaned. 

Aemond chuckled, “Then you have led a very fortunate life, my love.” 

You huffed.

“Aemond,” you protested and he chuckled once more. 

He gently tugged your hands from your face and peered at you with love and amusement. 

“It is alright, little wife. It was only Aegon, but I know how shy you are about such things. I will talk to him and threaten his life if he ever dares to speak of it to anyone, would that make you feel better?” 

You nodded. 

“Good,” he said and pressed his lips to your once again. 

Your desires were quickly ignited once again as a wave of his fire and passion came over you. 

And finally, after five excruciating days, your husband fulfilled every desire you had for him.

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x wife!reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x petite!reader #aemond targaryen x female!reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #house of the dragon fanfic

[feyhunter78]

kinktober request: 2, 12, 22, 24, & 31 with miguel? sorry there’s so many but i just had the idea of a college!au where reader goes to a halloween party and miguel goes, too, because they’re kind of friends (maybe miguel always thought she was cute but then he tutored her for a class and they started to become close as a result?) & he likes her and wants to make sure she’s safe but reader has a mask kink & also has a huge crush on him so she finds it super hard to be around him when he’s wearing his costume and spends most of the night hiding from him & eventually he corners her and finds out why she’s been running & shenanigans ensue 👀

This was such a cute and fun idea!!!! I am making a new rule though, y'all can only request 3 or fewer numbers bc I'm not, and I did not fit all those into a one-shot💀 (I did throw in a hint of breeding kink at the end there for you though nonnie)

Meg's Kinktober - College!Miguel + #12, 18, 24 Mask kink, AU & Costume/Lingerie

You like Miguel, you’ve always liked Miguel, since the day your chemistry professor suggested Miguel tutor you. Dr. Alice was a romantic at heart, you swear, or maybe she saw you staring dreamily at the back of Miguel’s head instead of paying attention to her lectures. Either way, your grades improved, but your hopeless crush on Miguel did not.

You can’t say you regret coming to your best friend’s boyfriend’s roommate’s costume party, but you don’t not regret it. You’re having a fun time, you look hot, the music surprisingly doesn’t suck, there are snacks, and the drinks don’t have an overwhelming taste of alcohol that chokes you with every sip. But Miguel is here. You didn’t even know he knew Josh, and yet there he was, dressed as Spiderman. The mask attached to his costume is off at the moment, hanging from the back of his neck, which gives you at least a bit of relief.

He spots you, smiles and waves, making his way over to you. You hold your red solo cup tighter, painting on a smile and preparing yourself for Miguel to tower over you as he talks about something…usually you lose track of what he’s saying and just stare into his eyes.

“Y/N, nice costume, sexy vampire, a classic.” His eyes drag up your figure in a way that surprisingly doesn’t feel gross? It’s like he’s admiring you, not sizing you up or undressing you with his eyes.

“You know me, I love a classic costume.” Also, it was cheap and easy, your favorite kind of costume.

“Classic costume for a classic lady, I like it.” He says. His hands are covered by his costume, it’s a bodysuit, you can tell that now, see every outline of his abs and biceps. You dare not trail your eyes lower, already feeling your face heat up.

“And you went for Spiderman, like every other guy at this party.” You say, taking a sip of your drink for courage.

He smiles sheepishly. “Guess the movie was pretty popular.”

“Guess so.” You echo, wishing your best friend would come and drag you away before you burst into flames.

“Wait, you haven’t even seen the full thing yet.” He smiles, it’s charming, excited, devastatingly handsome, then he pulls the mask over his face.

You freeze, staring up at him, trying to swallow, but your throat is as dry as the Sahara. Taking a long swig of your drink, you clear your throat and nod. “Looks great, I like it.”

“It’s pretty cool, huh?” Miguel asks, flexing and posing in a bunch of obnoxious ways that make you laugh to keep him from noticing how your eyes follow the lines of his muscles hungrily.

“I—I have to go find my friend; I’ll see you later, Miguel.” You tell him, before dashing off, frantically searching for your best friend, so you can scream about how hot Miguel is, and how you’re going to die if you don’t leave right now.

You finally find her, and she calms you down, gets you another drink, ropes you into playing some random drinking game, sufficiently distracts you until she’s pulled away by her boyfriend. Then you’re alone, acting like a crazy person, dodging Miguel, hiding from him, and flat out acting like you don’t hear him calling your name.

It’s after you come out of the bathroom—all the drinks and snacks really ate at your dark lipstick—that he finds you.

The hallway is dark, a small nightlight at the end, multicolored lights from the party at the other. It’s quieter here, the music a bit muffled, no one screaming or talking.

“Found you.” He says that stupid mask still on, his arms caging you in, your back to the wall.

“Hey Miguel.” You say awkwardly, smiling up at him as you try to figure out a way to escape him.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, cariño, thought you might’ve gone home.”

You shake your head. “Me? No, I’m a certified party girl.”

You can’t see his face, but you know he’s giving you that look, the one that means he knows you’re lying.

“So why haven’t I seen you around then?” He asks, his voice has a slight rasp to it, you assume from yelling over the music to be heard.

“I’ve just been busy, visiting with other people.”

He dips his head down. “Too busy for me? I’m hurt.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, Mr. Popular, I’m sure you were standing in the corner all by your lonesome because you couldn’t find me.”

“All the corners were taken, too many people making out.” He says flippantly, humor coloring his tone.

“That’s too bad, I was meaning to go stand in one like a creep later.” You joke, relaxing slightly when Miguel lets one arm drop from the wall to adjust his mask.

“We could share one?” Miguel offers.

“Then we’d have to make out. Come on Miguel, it’s like a rule, and I don’t think either of us want to do tha—”

Miguel’s free hand tilting your chin up stops you.

You look at his eyes, or where his eyes should be, behind the mask. “Miguel?”

“Who said I didn’t want to kiss you?” He says, voice low, soft, heated.

It sends a shiver down your spine, heat pulsing down to your core, and you blink owlishly at him. “Oh, I just thought, um…”

He pushes the mask up, only enough to expose the lower half of his face, and leans further down ghosting his lips over yours. “You just thought what? That I wouldn’t want to kiss you, that I don’t dream of hearing my name fall from your lips as I feel every inch of you with my hands, with my tongue if I’m lucky?”

He looks so good, the red of his mask highlighting the vibrancy of his tanned skin, his muscles so clearly defined by the skintight fabric.

“No, I didn’t think you did.” You admit breathlessly, tilting your head even further up to meet his lips.

It’s an explosion, a dance, a drug, and you want more. You loop your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

Miguel responds in kind, his large hands grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up, foot nudging the bathroom door open.

It’s even quieter in here, and you can hear the sound of the lock being turned, before Miguel’s lips descend down your neck. He sets you on the sink, cool marble against your skin, one hand groping your breasts, the other slipping between your legs to toy with your clit, his teeth nipping at your throat.

“I thought I was the vampire.” You joke weakly, eyes fluttering shut when Miguel yanks your legs further apart, slotting himself between them, his cock hard against you.

“You can be whatever you want as long as I can be inside you.” He groans, his skilled fingers tugging at your nipples, twisting, plucking, brushing until you’re squirming against him.

“Okay, okay, yeah, fuck me, please Miguel.” You say, your hands anchoring themselves on his suit, fingers digging into the stretchy material.

He moves to rip off his mask, but you stop him.

“Leave it on.” You tell him quietly, core throbbing as he watches you, a smile toying at his lips.

Finally, he laughs and tugs the mask back in place. “Full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Oh, is now not the right time to reveal I’m actually a chemistry genius?” You’re trying to be funny, trying to tease him, but it’s hard when the sound of his zipper is accompanied by a low groan and the feeling of his cock sliding past your entrance.

“You’re a genius chemist?” Miguel asks, his tone far more joking than yours as he slides fully in, his free hand on your lower back pushing you closer to him, ensuring you take every inch.

“Yeah, won prizes and everything.” You say, gasping when the tip of his cock brushes against your sensitive spot, your walls fluttering around him.

“Smart girl.” He says, before he pulls out and slams back in, wrapping your legs around his back, and slotting his lips against your own.

You melt into him, letting him fuck you rapid fire, thick cock dragging against your walls, tip bullying your sensitive spot, his tongue searching every inch of you, as his hands hold you in place.

“You’re so pretty, y/n, I’ve wanted this for so long.” Miguel’s voice is low, words breathed against your lips, moaned into your mouth. “Wanted to take you in the fucking lab, in your apartment, in the library.”

“The library?” You’re half horrified, half intrigued.

He shifts his hips, pushing you further against the mirror, his fingers back on your clit making you see stars. “Yeah, wanted to bend you over the table in the study rooms, keep my hand over your mouth so no one hears you. Maybe make you try some calculations with me between your legs, tongue stuffed in that pretty pussy of yours while you try to keep a straight face. Don’t want anyone to walk in on us, right?”

You moan at the images he’s placing in your mind, the adrenaline of keeping quiet, of biting your lip while Miguel eats you out like a five-course meal, rushing through your veins. “No, no, don’t want anyone to walk in.”

Miguel chuckles against your lips. “No, you’re too much of a goody two shoes for that, huh? My good little girl, letting me fuck you in the bathroom. Gonna let me eat you out? Finger you during lab while the TA’s not looking?”

“That would be so unsanitary.” You tell him, hips moving in time with his, chest heaving as the coil within you winds tighter and tighter, your skin scattered with pleasure, your mind turning to mush when Miguel bites down on your pulse point.

“You’re right, plus I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that, I want to be the only one seeing how pretty you look before you come, only one getting to hear you moan for me.” Miguel says all this so easily, not even breaking his stride as his hand shoots out, slams against the mirror, giving himself stability to piston into you.

You cling to him, head tucked into the crook of his neck, moaning and mewling for him, his name a constant chant on your lips.

“That’s it cariño, come for me, scream my name, let this whole party know who’s fucking you.” He urges, a renewed fervor in his thrusts in the way his lips attach to your neck, marking it with dark hickeys.

And you do, you finish hard, screaming his name, the sound barely muffled by his neck. Miguel finishes afterwards, pulling out and stroking himself, cum splattering in the sink. He turns the facet on quickly, and you make a face.

“You’d rather that go in you?” He asks, free hand pulling off the mask, his eyes searching yours.

You slide off the sink, legs wobbly, your hand shooting out to grab Miguel’s bicep for support. “Maybe.”

His eyes darken and he turns off the faucet. “Yeah? You up for a round two?”

Kinktober masterlist

Miguel TL: @miggyoharaswife, @badbishsblog, @imisshim2much, @wanderlustingcastaway, @lynn-9703, @sleepyamaya, @erensbbg, @sweetea85, @ilovemiguelohara, @natthernandez, @stxrrielle, @ihateuguys, @jenniferdixon05207, @blep-23, @minimari415, @emerald-09, @violet-19999, @kenchosaikuo, @groovycass, @youcantseem3, @lovefks, @nightshxdex, @dusstory, @munsonssecretblog, @kirke-is-my-name, @starbearieee, @chatoicboy, @needsleep3000, @witchy-lizard, @cxmeiloorun7, @justrandomlolidk, @chimpkinnuggies, @alicefallsintotherabbithole, @loser-alert, @wwwellacom, @ryantryan6969, @lollipopin, @youcantseem3, @a-cult-leader, @verexi, @purpleskiesandroses, @they2luv1naia, @sophiaj650, @idolautism, @rheannajrs, @merakiq, @rexs-wife, @sukaretto-n, @twilight-loveer, @f1shb0nez, @callsign-blue, @marcelineormars

#meg's writing #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #meg's kinktober #kinktober 2023 #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #minors dni #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #college!au #college!miguel #college!reader #mask kink #imma be so honest with y'all I do not like how this one turned out #I think I'm getting a bit smutted out

[misguidedasgardian]

The Winter Sun (1)

Alone in the World

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your life in the Red Keep isn’t easy. 

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 

Warnings: Death of characters, cursing, medieval and asoif customs, child on child violence, bullying, implied minors in pleasure houses, the boys are manaces, mentions of death on childbirth, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 3 k

Notes: I’m going to delay Viserys’ death a couple of years for the sake of the ages of this history, of course I’m aging Cregan a little bit as well

This is… different, to everything I’ve ever written and I apologize if it looks too rough, I was so excited to share it with you!

Hope you like

120 AC. Reader is 10, Cregan is 12 years older

King’s landing was submerged in celebration.

Everyone was in good spirits.

it was the fifteenth anniversary of King Viserys marriage to Queen Alicent Hightower

And he wanted to celebrate it, he wanted everyone to celebrate it with him.

But you had spent the last six months in the Red Keep after losing your father, and the truth is, even if you were excited to spend time with your cousins and nephews, knowing there were kids you could play with… you came to a rude awakening.

They didn’t receive you with open arms, they didn’t want to play with you, in fact, they seemed to want to play you instead.

They were mean and rude, using you as targets for their pranks and mean jokes.

You tried to avoid them, but you had classes with them, you visited the Dragonpit alongside them, and you had lessons taught by maesters by their side.

Uncle Viserys seemed surprised when he learned that your father was educating you like you were a little boy, learning about politics and philosophy, instead of knitting and poetry. He was pleased, and didn’t go against his brother’s desires so he put you to learn alongside his sons and grandsons

He meant well, they didn’t

You were soon brought back to reality when Jace pulled your hair roughly

“And (Y/N) with her imaginary dragon”, he mocked

“My dragon exists”, she pouted, “she is not made up”

“Then where is she? we had never seen her!”, mocked Luke

“She is real! I’m telling you! it was my father’s dragon, she is shy that is all”, Aemond didn’t say anything

“Even she has a dragon, but not you Uncle!”, continued Jace, “but we are going to change that”, your ears picked up, and you looked interested, how Luke jogged down the ramp

“You found a dragon? how?”, asked Aemond

“The Gods provide”, muttered Aegon, and you and Aemond both stopped your very thoughts when Luke came running up with a pig on a leash, wings and a tail of straws.

“Behold! the pink dread!”, they mocked, and for once, even if you were relieved they targeted Aemond this time, and not you, you still felt bitter

“You can share it with (Y/N)!”, Jace said, ah there it was.

That very night the Red Keep was overflowing, with lords and ladies from all the corners of the realm that had come to celebrate the King and the Queen and their love. You were so excited, perhaps you would meet more children to play with, to befriend.

The maids dressed you and Helaena, her in a green gown, and you in a red one, with golden patterns, you felt like a little princess. Well, not like you weren’t one. they braided your hair beautifully, you were so happy.

But as soon as you got out of Helaena’s chambers, the boys were there, no doubt waiting for you. They held one of Helaena’s bugs, to her horror, a big centipede. You shrieked when they moved it teasingly near you

“Your hairdo is missing something!”, they would mock

“No! it doesn’t!”, you fought, trying to move Jace’s hand away from your head. You pushed Jace with all your might, and then you ran away from them. You heard them chasing after you, but you were smaller, and faster, so you managed to lose them in the many corridors of Maegor’s Holdfast

Your hiding turned long, you knew you were late to the banquet, so turning gently and slowly in every corner and looking over your shoulder, you walked towards the throne room that had been arranged for the feast.

The room was booming in the middle of dinner, the wine was flowing freely and the meat was being served, you had almost managed to escape your torturers… almost…

The banquet began and the boys had already shown you what they planned to do to your hair… so you didn’t wait to submit to that fate, instead, you found a place where the long big table was empty, or sort of, and you ducked underneath, not wanting the boys to ruin your pretty hair. You crawled under the table to safety…

You were safe… but not for long.

You noticed people sitting on the part of the table you were hiding under. Soon a big black boot almost stepped on you and you whimpered in fear, the sole colliding with your knees.

You looked up and the tablecloth was moved out of the way and a face showed up, looking no doubt at the soft thing he almost crushed. It was a young man, dark hair, gentle eyes and black clothing

“What are you doing down there?”, he asked, looking down the table at you, his gray eyes made you tremble. It was none other than Cregan Stark, of course, you didn’t know that then

“I’m hiding Ser”, she whispered, Cregan chuckled

“I’m not a Ser, I’m a Lord”, he corrected

“I’m sorry Lord”, she muttered

“Why are you hiding?”, he asked then

“They mock me, they pull my hair, they tangle bugs in it, they call me names”, she confessed, hiding her face in her knees, “they are mean to me, my cousins and nephews”

“I’m sorry”, he then looked up from her, towards the back of the table, where the kids passed running looking for something, or her, more like it. “She left that way”, he indicated away to Aemond, Jace and Luke, and the boys ran away, when they were gone, he looked down the tablea gain, “they are gone”

“Thank you Lord”, she answered with a smile

“Sit with me, nobody would dare to mess with the wolves”, he offered, showing you a hand, “you look so pretty, it would be a shame if nobody got to see it”, he said gently. You smiled brightly, and took his hand.

Everybody seemed surprised when you came out from under the table, you were in the middle of the Northmen, you only had to look at the wolf sewed in their clothes to see it

You took a seat by the leader, between him and a beautiful lady.

“This is my lady wife, Arra Norryn”, he introduced, and you smiled

“Nice to meet you”, you greeted

“And who you might be?”, she asked with a gentle smile, sharing looks with Cregan, if your hair was any indication, but they were playing along

“I’m (Y/N) Targaryen”, you said politely, just like your father has taught you, you offered your hand to the nice lady and she shook it

“I’m Lord Cregan Stark”, the nice man introduced himself, giving you his hand to shake, and you took it amongst yours, “nice to meet you princess”. You beamed

“Thank you for inviting me to join My Lords”. When you looked in front of you, you saw your cousins and nephews looking at you wide eyed, and you couldn’t help but stick out the tip of your tongue to them, they couldn’t bother you now.

“You are such a sweet princess, if I may say so”, the nice Lady Arra said.

“You too, My Lady”, you answered back. And the Lords of Winterfell shared looks.

For members of court that looked over at the table of the Northmen, they would chuckle in amusement when they saw you, a silver and red dot in the middle of dark haired and black wearers, lords and ladies.

Of course the Queen immediately spotted you, and she sent Criston Cole to remove you from the table of the Starks, pulling you roughly by the arm and making you sit right amongst Jace and Aemond on the main table

“You thought you got away?”, mocked Jace, “I got some news for you”, he whispered, sticking a chicken bone trough the longest of your braids

“I hate you”, you cried, defeated. But as you looked along the table to your new found friends, the big man with dark hair smiled apologetically to you, and you only waved back, sadly

That was the first time you laid eyes on Cregan Stark

But not the last.

the relationships you had with your cousins and nephews did not improve, in fact, it worsened, so you found ways to escape them, mainly, by hanging out with Helaena

Your uncle, the King, never failed in telling you how much you reminded him of your father, but other than that, he didn’t quite pay attention to you much, not that he paid attention to your cousins and nephews either…

You sometimes would accompany him while he arranged his model of Old Valyria, but that was it.

Luckily for you, or sort of, everything changed when your aunt Laena passed away, the family went to Driftmark, and an altercation occurred.

The Velaryon were bastards, that is what you have heard, that is what everybody was saying, and Aegon was right, you just had to look at them to realize it, Jace was a spitting image of that super nice knight, Ser Harwin Strong, you didn’t understand why it was such a big deal, but a fight ensued, knives were drawn.

Jace and Luke left with cousin Rhaenyra to live in Dragonstone, two of your torturers gone, but Aemond…

Oh Aemond.

That night, you defended Rhaena, declaring that you had inherited your father’s dragon, and she should have done the same, so Aemond pushed you the hardest against the stone wall, making your hands raw when they hit the stones trying to stop your face from colliding. You whimpered in pain, but you felt silly when Luke got his nose broken and Aemond…

Aemond had lost an eye

You were no longer children playing cruel jokes to one another.

Blood had been drawn, insults were exchanged…

And everything changed. For the worst.

The Red Keep had become dark, mournful even.

You were not a stranger to the enmity between Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent, but you didn’t know what it was about, or why they always were so unhappy with one another. You only noticed the tension between them in family dinners and after council meetings. Even you could notice and you could barely breathe sometimes over the table.

The only one you had left was Aemond, and sometimes Helaena

Aemond didn’t chase you around with spiders, or hid buggers inside the pages of the books you liked to read. He was even more cruel, with mean looks, he sometimes would shove you when he passed you in the Hallways and you would collide heavily with the stone walls. He would say horrible things about you right in front of you like you were not even there, and he would pull your hair to move you out of his way.

He would say things like. “She is a burden”, “an orphan”, sometimes he even called you a bastard

Helaena said he was jealous, but you didn’t understood why in earth he would be jealous of you!, and she once went further and hinted that he liked you, loved you even, but you shook your head and called her silly

Love doesn’t make you hurt.

Heavy days turned to weeks, turned to months and years. And soon, everyone was talking about how you were becoming a Lady, of barely thirteen name days under your arm.

And you felt more like a Lady, you didn’t care about the same things you did when you were younger.

Aemond’s cruelty had come to a some sort of stop.

Because now you were a lady you were instructed by Septas, not Maesters, and Ladies, and not Knights and Professors.

And even if your knitting lessons would bore you the death, you preferred it to Aemond choosing every opportunity in your lessons to humiliate you. Besided, after he lost his eye, Aemond had completely changed.

He always seemed to be the mature one of all his siblings and nephews, but now, he was not only serious, but bitter, and more cruel than before.

You never saw him smile again. And his horrible attitude towards you made it difficult for you to feel sorry for him. You didn’t. You didn’t think he deserved it either, but you didn’t pity him, and that, unbeknownst to you, made him hate you even more.

It got so bad even Alicent noticed it, of course she didn’t say anything but she tried her best to keep you away from him as much as possible.

Yes, your stay in the Red Keep wasn’t a pleasant one, you missed your father terribly. You missed your home, a small castle in the Valley, with views to the Narrow Sea. You felt like you were a permanent guest here, but a guest at last. Nothing was truly yours.

But you tried to keep your smiles, you good attitude, you were found always smiling, always helping, lighting every room you entered…

If only you knew that was the reason Aemond hated you.

He hated how happy you were, you were an orphan, alone, mistreated, you should be as miserable as he felt, he, that had his parents, and a dragon, and everything he could ask for in the palm of his hand or an order away, he was retched, and you were always happy and smiling.

He wanted you to feel as he felt, but he could never accomplish it, he could never break you.

And in time instead of frustrating him, it only spurred him on.

Aegon paid you no mind, he was four years older than you and since he was fourteen he learned how to scape the Red Keep and found pleasures of the flesh, and when Aemond turned thirteen he introduced him to those pleasures.

And Aemonds attitude towards you changed once more…

He didn’t push you no more, he started grabbing you, your wrists, your arms so roughly they bruised.

When he pushed you against the stone walls he didn’t just snicker and leave, no, he would grab your wrists and corner you, only watching you with his only eye and a thin line as his lips, and then he would release you and leave.

It started scaring you, so you avoided him like the plague, instead hiding in Helaena’s room, but she soon married Aegon, so you couldn’t do that anymore either.

You made one friend though, Tyland the master of coin’s daughter, she was so sweet, a little mischievous, always getting you into trouble, but it was nice to have a friend.

You were walking alongside her when Aemond walked by, he grabbed your arm roughly and leaned in to take a sniff at your hair by your ear, he muttered an “mmm” and then he walked away. You only signed, already accustomed to his rough ways.

And she had watched it all happen.

“The one-eye prince liked you, on his own way”, she mocked

“He hates me”, you muttered, “and I’m tired of it”

“I don’t think he does”, she mocked, “I bet he is going to ask his mother to betrothed you two”

“I’d rather get trampled and eaten by my dragon”, you said back

“Anyways, let’s talk about it when you are popping out silver haired princes”, you rolled your eyes. “Anyways, have you heard? The Starks are arriving in court”

“Why?” You asked

“They said the Wolf is looking for a wife, Lady Arra Norryn died, her and the babe on childbirth”, you looked at her wide eyed

“Really? That’s horrible”, you muttered, your heart clenching thinking about how heartbreaking that must be for him, you remembered the Northerner Lord fondly.

You wanted to see him, you wanted to say you are sorry for him loosing his wife’s and that you were at his service for everything he might need.

But you couldn’t find him.

First he was getting settled in his rooms, then he had audience with the King, and then, the courtship began, every man in court Im who had a daughter in elegible age wanted to see the Young lord, so you couldn’t offer your condolences

On top of that… One of the Queen’s maids said that Aemond wanted to speak to you.

Aemond had never requested your attention, he gave you no choice but to stand there and listen to whatever mean thing he had to say…

The very thought of what he might want to discuss with you made your skin crawl.

So you did what you had learned to do best…

You hid.

Your favorite spot had become a tall Cypress in the godswood, their branches and the way they were trimmed allowed you to hide comfortably, in some sort of natural tree house.

You took a book with you and waited until no don’t was around to climb up, and you hid up there

But another person felt the same need as you.

This person wanted to escape the heat of court, and enjoy a little shade in the godswood, looking at the Heart tree, to be close to his gods.

So Cregan Stark sat on the foot of the tree, wanted to rest until… your book fell from your hand and landed right by him.

You gasped and that is all it took for him to look up and find you

“Why every time I see you, you are hiding from something?”, he spoke to you, a soft smile on his lips

“Someone”

“Uh?”, he asked

“I’m hiding from someone” you corrected.

“That is worse”, he said, “why are you hiding this time?”, he spoke like three years hadn't gone by and you were that little kid hiding under the table.

“Someone wants to speak to me, and I don’t want to speak to him”

“It’s a boy, then”

“More like a messenger from the seven devils”, you mocked. Feeling at ease, he wasn’t looking right at you, you were still hidden, and he was seated looking at the gods tree

“I’m sorry about your wife, my lord”, you said gently

“It happened two years ago”, he answered sharply

“But I’m guessing it still hurts”, he got quiet for a moment

“It did, it does”

“Did you love her?”, you have no clue why you asked that, but not having him looking straight at you give you courage

“I did”, he said truthfully, “I had the luck of marrying my very best friend, the girl I known since I was born, and I lost her”

“I’m very sorry”, you whispered, “I Can't imagine what you are feeling, because what you had, of being friends with the person you married, is truly something magnificent”, you whispered, looking up at the branches being caressed by the soft summer wind

“Thank you princess”, he whispered, “you alongside my sister where the only ones who truly gave a heartfelt sympathy, everyone else is just… is expecting me to move on”

“You can feel whatever you need to feel, only you will tell when you are ready to move on”, you offered, “tell them to fuck off”, you covered your mouth when you let out that curse, but he only chuckled

“I will princess”, he said, he then stood up, and offered his hand to help you climb down, and you did accept his help, letting yourself fall free to his arms because you knew he was going to catch you, and he did.

He released you so your feet touched the ground.

“I offer the same advice princess” he said with a smile, “tell them to fuck off”. You giggled and nodded, picking up your book from the ground

“See you around my lord”

“See you around” he whispered

You walked away from the godswood, and in your way to Maegor's holdfast, you encountered Aemond

“Where were you!? I needed to speak to you”, he said, with his characteristic arrogance

“Oh fuck off Aemond!” You responded , escaping his wandering hand and walking hastily away from him, leaving him standing in the middle of the hallway.

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I Spill My Blood For You (Aegon x Reader)

Now was this requested? No, but it’s been itching my brain to write something toxic for Aegon also in this story Aegon is not a rpist just fucked in the head and a drunk. T.W mentions of self harm

(Y/n) knew Aegon loved her, at least that is what she told herself to make the pain of betrayal go away. Aegon and (y/n) had been betrothed since they were young so it was only natural they spend most of their youth together all the way until the wedding.

Aegon was not a bad man but he had his vices, he made attempts to be a good husband and most of the time he succeeded, yet he would always find his way back to filthy whore houses at the street of silk, spending his night with whores and dornish wine, on the morrow he would come back to their shared chamber and plead for forgiveness on his knees to (y/n), she always forgave him what else could she do? He was her lord husband, her Aegon he might not have meant his vow on the contrary (y/n) meant it when she stood in front of the Sept and declared her love and loyalty to him “until the end of my days”

When (y/n) became with child Aegon was thrilled, he lifted her and spun her around as he showered her with kisses and words of encouragement, for months he was at his best behaviour that even had his own mother rubbing her eyes in disbelief, everyone seemed to be able to take a breath after Aegons change of character.

The main reason was how frightened (y/n) was at the thought of childbirth, as she had confessed to him the same night she announced her pregnancy to him she sobbed in his arms, shaking like a leaf as he hugged her. (Y/n) had listened to one to many stories of Maesters gutting women like a fish for the babe to get out, the mere thought brought shivers down her spine.

Aegon tended to (y/n)s every need, basically he was her shadow he always escorted her for long walks in the garden under the order of the maesters that walking was going to help her prepare for her labour, he made sure she ate lots of fresh fruit and drew her baths at the night of the owl since it seemed to be the only remedy that worked for her aching back that made her restless.

(Y/n) was delighted at how Aegon had stepped up to assist her during this important time, she relished how his hand was always in her growing belly and laughed when he would try to talk to the babe for hours on end, she felt relieved she even thought this was certainly the end of his visitations at the pillow houses.Their family was going to grow and she wanted her children to blossom in a family full of love, for the little babes to look up to their parents and smile.

It was prince Aemonds name day and the feast was marvellous, (y/n)s belly had grown big and round to the point that the sept indicated it wasn’t only one babe making (y/n) shake like a leaf from fear, childbirth was already a painful procedure let alone pushing out two of them. Alas she brushed it off, (y/n) put on her finest and most comfortable dress to escort her lord husband.

It was well into the night when (y/n) lost sight of him, again she tried to reason with herself and think that he was probably out for some air or had been distracted and started a conversation with some lord. That changed when she slowly got up from her chair and let out a yelp as a sharp pain occurred at her lower belly, at an instant she felt a gush of liquid between her legs making her eyes grow wide. Queen Alicent was the first one to notice and rushed over to the girl, holding her hand tightly

“What is it sweet (y/n)?”

“I’ve started my labours”

The queen had send the guards to find her son while she stayed with (y/n) who was wailing from the pain, crying and begging for mercy as her entire body felt like it was burning, the room was full of women and the Maester who was doing his best to help poor (y/n).

“Push my darling”

“I can’t, I need Aegon”

“I know dear but you must, come on you can do this”

Finally after hours upon hours of effort (y/n) gave birth to two beautiful babes, a boy and a girl, both of them healthy. (Y/n) almost buried herself in the pillows from exhaustion as she was covered with sweat, however she was smiling. Everything had gone well, the babes were heathy and she was alive, in pain but alive, when she held them it was the most blissful moment in her life if she had to describe it she felt like her heart got cut in three pieces and two of the parts went to the babes.

“What are their names?”

“Maegor and Alicent”

Alicent gasped at (y/n)s decision. (Y/n) had grown font of the queen, she had done mistakes but she wasn’t cruel and (y/n) could tell that she had done the best that she could with all her children, as well as being the only person to hold her hand through the labour.

“Thank you”

Alicent stayed with (y/n) as the young mother slept, waiting to hear back from the guards and her irresponsible son, as she watched the girl sleep her anger rose more and more, how could he leave her when he had known (y/n) was going to go through labour any minute now, he ran away like a coward to go sin and once again embarrass them.

The sun had started to rise when Ser Arryk had walked in and dragged Aegon with him, Alicent thanked the knight for his service and instructed him to leave the half conscious Aegon laying on the floor. She went to check on (y/n) to make sure she is still sleeping, brushing away a few strands of hair from her face and placing a kiss on her forehead before she walked to stand over her son.

“Mother? Where am I?”

“You are a disgrace do you know that?”

The spoke in a low tone yet it was harsh and cold. The scene that was playing in front of her eyes infuriated her, her own kin, her first child on the floor dirty and reeking of wine while his wife had just given birth to twins, she felt responsible for his ridiculous actions and she could not take it anymore.

She kicked his side in anger making him groan and curl up from the pain, he coughed a few times as he started to understand where was his mothers wrath coming from.

“What did I do?”

“What did you do? I will tell you, you wasted your night away with whores and wine while your wife gave birth”

“What?”

His mothers words made his blood ran cold, in a blink of an eye he had sobered up from the shock of the news he had just heard. No, it couldn’t be, he had been there this whole time she could not have given birth tonight, he looked up at his mother even if it hurt his eyes and Aegon could swear he saw steam coming out of her ears.

“Certainly you are jesting”

“Get up and look at your wife, how she is laying after giving birth to twins”

Twins! Two babes! Several thoughts raced through aegons blurry mind, was she alright? Was anyone with her? Was she scared? Are the babes alright and healthy? As got off the floor he felt a mixture of guilt and humiliation take over him, rightfully so if he could add. He had done the best he could and yet when the time came he proved everyone right, he failed just like how all of them expected.

Silence fell while he looked at his wife who had drifted off to dreamland, her belly had deflated and that was the sign he needed to understand this was not a dream like he secretly hoped.

“Where are the babies?”

“ With the wet nurses, a boy and a girl, (y/n) took the liberty and named them-”

“Maegor and Alicent”

He whispered, a few nights ago as she laid in their bed and let Aegon rub her belly she mentioned the names she liked. At first Aegon laughed at how they would repeating the cycle of Aegon and Maegor, after a while he reached up to place a sweet kiss on his wife’s lips and told her what a pretty name Alicent is also how his mother would jump from joy.

“I knew you are a low life but this is a new low, missing the birth of your children”

“You think I wanted this? I wanted to be here”

“you left, you rushed to your whores and fleeted from your wife’s side like a dim wit, do you know that she was asking for you? Poor thing was begging me to run and get you, telling me again and again how scared she was”

“Stop mother please”

He pressed his mother as he felt close to breaking down.

Aegon had his back turned to (y/n) and Alicent was too furious to notice that (y/n) had awoken a while ago, moreover she chose to remain silent and view them from afar. She listened to Alicent harass Aegon and watched Aegon get eaten by his own pain and guilt, a side of her was happy that this caused such a reaction out of him on the other hand she felt like she should stop this and she did.

“Where are the babes?”

Her voice was hoarse from sleep and exhaustion, she had slept for only a few hours and it was not enough to help her recover. Alicent once again went to her side and held her hand while the other went on the girls cheek to caress it as her eyes scanned for any signs of pain.

“It’s alright my dear (y/n), they are with the wet nurses, you should rest my girl go back to sleep”

“No no, I want to see my children”

She protested as she struggled to raise her chest and sit up on her bed, Alicent tended to her and fixed (y/n)s pillows for back support. It was the first time that (y/n)s eyes were met with Aegons, Aegon locked his gaze for a second before he went back to starring at the floor, embarrassed by his actions and appearance.

“Your grace could you please go and ask the wet nurses to bring my babes?”

“Of course, as you wish dearest”

Alicent left the girl and gave one last disappointing look to Aegon before she left them alone, shutting the door behind her.

As they were alone, Aegon did not know what to say, there was nothing that he could possibly phrase that would make this better, (y/n) was silent, she wanted for him to break first since he was the one in the wrong and it wasn’t just a small mistake, he broke his promise, he had done such big acts to make her believe he had change just to prove her wrong at the very end, bitterness and anger made her chest hurt.

“I’m sorry”

He whispered, only to be met with a pillow thrown at his face with force from (y/n). It did not hurt but once he raised his gaze he saw the anger that she was experiencing how her rage took over her.

“Where the fuck were you?! You fucking left me”

She barked at him, pain rushed through her due to her sudden move since her abdomen and private part hasn’t fully recovered from

Childbirth, she ignored it as fury towards her husband was her main focus.

Aegon could count the times he had seen (y/n) be cross with him in his one hand, none of them were like this. Her face had changed as her eyes threw daggers at hum, she was unrecognisable as something took over her and it sunk in how he couldn’t get away with this, she had been tipped over the edge and he was the one that pushed her.

“Please my dove”

“No! I do not wish to hear you speak! Shut up for once you fucking moron! I trusted you, I have been nothing but a good wife, a trusting companion an honourable match and this how you repay me? I have stood by you when no one else was there!”

As madness wrapped her up tightly her curse words and harsh truths being her only weapon as she could not physically attack him. Her voice louder than Aegon has ever heard it, he flinched at her outrage he did not try to protest because deep inside he knew he was the villain.

(Y/n) spoke truthfully, Aegon could blame his family all he wanted it would not change the fact that (y/n) was the one ray of sunshine in his darkness and he dimmed her light until she was also eaten up by the dark. Silent tears streamed down his eyes as she kept throwing pillows at him as a way to cause him pain, she could throw a brick at him if she craved then again it would be her words that made him crumble.

“I have put myself at the sword! I went through the seven rings of hell for you! I’ve been ridiculed by everyone at court due to your lustful sins and wrongdoings for you to be absent at our childrens birth, what if I were dead Aegon? What if our children did not make it?”

“Please don’t-“

“What? You don’t want to think about it? You would feel shame if I were to lay dead yet now that I’m alive everything is fine? I might be well Aegon but this put our marriage to rest”

The last declaration was the one that made his eyes snap away from the carpet and look at her, she could not do this? She could not leave him? No, they just had their first babes she could not deprive him of them.

Aegon, quick on his feet went on her side and fell on his knees in front of her, (y/n) had seen this before, once again Aegon would beg for mercy, whisper sweet promises and express his love to her and like a fool she would believe him.

When Aegon went to grab her hands (y/n) reacted before she could think and landed a strong slap across his face, making his head turn to the side. Aegon shocked by the slap stood still momentarily, she had never reached the point of physically assaulting him yes she had been upset but now she was ruthless, nothing could stop her.

“I tried Aegon, oh how I yearned for you to become a man of honour, a man that could be a good husband and a father, you have once again disappointed me. The servants will pack your belongings we are not to share chambers any longer”

Something in Aegon snapped, as (y/n) spoke of their new set of rules in their marriage he inspected the dagger he had left on their nightstand he had left it there when (y/n) had asked him to peel an orange for her.

With a swift motion Aegon was on his feet and had taken the dagger in his hand, cutting his arm all the way down from elbow to wrist.(y/n) gasped at the sudden cruel harm he had caused in himself, it felt like time had remained still as they eyeballed one another, Aegon still crying felt the pain although to him it was nothing that what his heart was experiencing.

“I spill my blood for you, my heart beats for you, you are my wife, my life, the fire in my soul, the breath in my lungs (y/n) you have kept me alive, without you I might as well wither away”

“Aegon”

“I will do anything you wish, I will gut myself if that will bring you comfort, my heaven, if you leave my side I will be stuck in the endless cycle of misery and hell, there is no reason for me to walk amongst the people once the light of life is not here”

His blood dripped on the carpet, Valyrian steel cut clean and Aegon was starting to understand the consequences of his actions as he started to wobble when he was fighting unconsciousness. (Y/n) had opened her mouth to say something when Aegon collapsed, at an instant (y/n) jumped off the bed forgetting her own suffering to sit by her husbands side and place his head on her thighs.

“Aegon! Aegon! No no don’t do this to me Aegon”

Alicent had heard (y/n)s cries of agony and bursted in the door with Ser Arryk thinking that something had happened to her good-daughter and to her disturbance she couldn’t have been more wrong. (Y/n)s white night gown ruined with her child’s blood as she screeched in agony, Ser Arryk being the only one that had kept his composure lifted the prince as his hand hanged from one side leaving drops of his blood as a trail all the way to the bed, (y/n) had not seen Alicent scurry away from the room, she just heard the woman yell for the maesters.

(Y/n) jumped on the bed next to her lord husband, cupping his porcelain face with her bloody hands, staining his flesh with his own blood that he had shed as a desperate declaration of love and devotion, “how peculiar” she thought, hours ago she was covered in her own blood as a minor sacrifice for life to be brought into this world, now she was smearing Aegons blood who attempted to take his own life, a life had been created and a life was being taken.

“It’s alright, it’s alright he is going to be alright”

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Aegon and Aemond reacting to their wife flirting with their brother

warnings/notes: some miscommunication, mentions of drinking/alcohol consumption, nsfw themes for Aemond’s part (alludes to and contains smut oops), idk where this smut came from my hand slipped lol but please be nice this is the first time I’ve attempted smut in like 2 years, this is not edited

Aegon reacting to his wife flirting with Aemond:

Aegon could only watch as blatantly flirted with his brother, your hand on his arm as you laughed at something he said.

He clenched his jaw, unable to take his eyes from looking at your actions. He tried to wrap around his head what Aemond could be saying that was so funny to make you, a grown woman and his wife, giggle. 

Aemond was not funny. Aegon had told him that he had the humor of a Septa and he had been right. Aemond was humorless to Aegon and there you were, laughing at him.

Sure your marriage was an arranged one. He was the son of the king and your family had ships. That was a fair trade.

But between lying in your marriage bed and spending his time with you, always seeking you out, Aegon had fallen for you little by little. 

Things had not been so easy, he had been vulgar upon meeting you as he told you he was glad you did not look so common as he heard the woman of your house usually were. 

You had been mortified as you and your parents heard the words from your then soon to be husband. Alicent had hurriedly apologized to you then went to your mother, walking with her.

When you were left alone you had been upset, not hesitating as you told Aegon that “I am glad I am not a disappointment to you, my Prince. I would not want for you to experience despair such as my own, having a common drunkard for a lord husband.”

You had turned around from that day, no curtsey in sight as you left him. You had done your duty, spending time with him, but after that day he had noticed more about you — your beauty, your humor, your intellect. 

He had spent every day leading up to your marriage and there after trying to be a better man and make you like him.

He was so tired of being the disappointment to everyone in his life.

Surprisingly you had accepted him and began to enjoy his company. Queen Alicent had been most surprised at this after what her son said to you. Even more surprised at the lack of crying servant girls and reports from the King’s Guards telling her that Aegon had not been leaving beyond the Keep anymore.

Aegon had thought that you had shared his affections he had barely been able to accept for himself. All for nought, it seemed as you flirted with his brother.

He had not been in his cups as much when he married you, not wanting to be the drunkard you called him. He wanted to be of sound mind when he spent time you and when you laid together as man and wife.

He did not have the wish to be sober when you flirted with Aemond of all people, though.

He sank into his cups, not taking his eyes off of you across the table as you touched his brother’s arm. He ignored the looks his mother shot at him and only looked away from you when you looked up at him.

He could not bear it, the look of concern on your face, the displeasure on his mother’s. How could you faux concern when you clearly wanted his brother? He could bear it no longer, getting up from his chair loudly, only bidding his mother goodnight. “I will retire to my chambers for the night.”

He had stormed from the room before you could say a word, only being able to look at the door he had left from in such a hurry.

“Your Grace, might I be excused for the evening? I wish to go to my husband.”

Alicent was gracious as she nodded her head.

When you got to his chambers you had sighed at the sight of him drinking more and slumped in his chair.

You had said his name but to no avail, he would not look your way.

“I’m not enough for you, am I?” He asked you, miserable.

You shook your head, “I do not know why you would say something like that, my love.”

Putting your hand on his shoulder, you frowned when he only shook you off. “It’s obvious enough,” He grumbled. “You want Aemond, the perfect son. The one who would not be some common drunkard and yet you are stuck with me. What misery you must find yourself in.”

“This is untrue, Aegon. I accept you as you are, you know this,” You told him, now kneeling by his chair grabbing one of his hands. “You are the only one for me. Your brother and I rarely speak to one another, and I had hoped we might have some friendship, that is all, I promise you.”

He took you in, accepting this as truth. “I want to be enough for you,” He said, sounding weaker and more vulnerable. 

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You already are, husband.”

Aemond reacting to his wife flirting with Aegon:

Dinner had been more excruciating than usual. Typically he enjoyed his sister and mother’s company, but Aegon always tended to sour even something so sweet as the company of the women in his life.

Usually his treatment of Helaena and vulgar words to the female servants was the cause, but this outdid any of his elder brother’s misdeeds. 

Aemond told himself he could not blame his lady wife as the scene unfolded. Aegon was more swine than man to his brother and flirted with anything with a beating pulse.

It was the way you had laughed, smiling up at him. The sweet smile you always gave him was now being thrown at his brother. The same one you had told Aemond you thought was vile in its purest form. And now you smiled at such a man.

Whenever you were not seated next to your husband you would always still search him out, even at a small dinner table such as this one. Tonight had been no exception, he thought, but it seemed you were glued to Aegon.

When you looked up and across the table dinner had long been served and the members of House Targaryen were just talking amongst themselves. Finally, you looked at Aemond and saw some coldness and perhaps a challenge look in his eye.

You had seen his coldness, even his cruelty, but it had never once been directed at you. You moved yourself slightly away from Aegon, gulping the dryness in your throat as you looked at him.

This could not bode well.

Then, he got up far too calmly. “I would like to retire for the evening. The night has gone late,” He said to his mother. She was kind as she smiled and granted him his leave.

When he came around the side of the table, he pulled out your chair and gave you his arm. “Come, my Lady. Let us retire for the night.”

When you left you wanted to say something, but could not find the words until you were in your shared chambers. “Aemond—”

“You would make a mockery of me now, my wife?” His back was turned, pouring himself a drink. 

“No,” You objected nervously, “I was just talking to your brother.”

“My brother who you said was the most vile man in King’s Landing. The man you told me you loathed for his treatment of your sister through our marriage?”

You stuttered something, an objection surely. He casually drank in his wife, savoring the taste. Turning around, he took short paces to get in front of your nervous form. “Tell me, my wife,” He tilted your chin as he made you look at him. “You swore to the seven to obey and please you husband, did you not?”

You nodded your head, quivering something akin to prey that had been caught. “Then why would you entertain my brother with such a lack of subtlety?” He asked, and he taking another painstakingly step towards you until the tip of his boots touched your shoes. “Is it possible if you have forgotten who you belong to?”

You were scandalized as you shook your head. “No! Aemond, you know I would not.”

He moved his body closer to yours, snaking his arm around your waist and bringing you snug against him. Dragging his lips across your ear he whispered, “Are you sure, my love? You have not grown unsatisfied?” 

His breath ghosted the side of your face as he kissed the corner of your mouth. “Perhaps my lady has grown bored,” He mockingly suggested. “Have I left you wanting that you thought the remedy would be my brother?”

His lips captured yours in a kiss that took the breath from you. His hand held the back of your held as you gave into his passions. Your body melted into his and your hands gripped the leather of his jacket.

He only smirked as you chased his own mouth when he pulled from you. He tsked at you playfully. “Do not be so greedy, my love. You have made your husband jealous, do you not think there should be some punishment for that, hmm?”

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You were speechless, only a whimper escaping your lips when he took his dagger cutting through the back of your dress without hesitation. This was not one of your favorite dresses, your husband did not care. He only wanted to see you bare before him so he could show you who you belonged to.

Leaving you bare, he held your waist with both hands. “My, my,” He murmured appreciatively. “Wonders never cease. I never tire of seeing you like this.”

And then, before you could even look flustered despite your husband being someone who had seen you many times over just like this, he took your waist, picking you up and placing you on your bed before him.

You had gasped as your body landed on the soft mattress while he removed his outer clothes, slowly letting you see every piece of him.

“Do not get any ideas,” He told you seeing both the desire in your own eyes and the thought you were in the clear as he placed his belt on the bed besides your body. “How many do you think I should give you for punishment, hmm?”

Your were slack jawed at this. You had not been married for a very long time, not having been with child yet, but your husband had never punished you let alone hit you with his belt. “Aemond?” You question, meekly.

Now in his under clothes he moved to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. “Come now, pretty girl,” He said. Not need to say more as you knew what he wanted, you over his lap to be punished.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip, half in nervousness and half in wanting. Slowly, you climbed to the other side of the bed and propped yourself in his lap.

He hummed again, pleased. “10 seems a good amount, don’t you think?” He asked, leaning towards you a little as you nodded. “I need to hear you say it.”

Your voice came out quiet as you muttered “Yes,” But Aemond was pleased. He took a moment, caressing your hair before whispering, “If it is too much you tell me and we will stop at once.”

He would never hurt you against your will, even if he was angry at you.

His hand trailed down your back, enjoying how the goosebumps rose on your skin from his light touch. The gasp you let out as he roughly grabbed your behind made him hum with satisfaction.

And then, he took his belt, hitting your one cheek hard. The sound you made sent blood rushing down to his cock. The next two hits came in quick succession as a whimper slipped past your slips. By the time the fifth had come you had moaned sinfully. “Good,” He said. “You’re doing so good. I wonder, do you remember who your husband is now?”

With that, he had leant down and kissed the cheek that was now tender from his belt. Such a stark difference to how it felt to have him kiss it when he had been hitting it with a belt, you moaned out his name.

“Yes,” He agreed, then hitting your cheek two times in a row. “Me, I’m your husband. That’s 7, little one.”

After he had hit your other cheek two times, you pushed your hips up and he chuckled, hitting you another time. "Please Aemond,” You begged though you were not sure. For him to stop, for him to never stop, for him to fuck you already, you just could not know.”

“And that’s 8,” He watched you squirm in his lap, enjoying the sight of it. “I think you’re starting to remember it’s me, your husband who is the one you beg for.”

You made an unintelligible noise of agreement, or a plea for him to do something else, he was not sure. You said something into his thigh but he only hummed. “You’ll have to speak clearer than that if you want me to hear you. 

“Please,” You begged again. “Please fuck me, Aemond.”

He smiled, enjoying the desperation too much. Hitting your cheek two more time, each quick on succession, he loved the whimper that you released. “Is that all you want?”

“Yes, please,” You breathed. “Fuck me already, husband.”

And who was he to deny his lady wife? Taking you in his arms, he kissed you. This time it was deeper, more meaningful and consuming. You wrapped your arms around him and he massaged your behind, taking away the ache for now. 

Laying you back on the bed, your head fell onto pillows. He stood back, taking off his under clothes and now bare to you as well. He was calm as your breathing picked up, too desperate for him and release to contain yourself. 

He placed himself between your legs and for the first time took your cunt in. Humming as he looked at it, sliding his finger across your lips and gathering wetness between his two fingers. As he sucked the juices off of it he looked at you and your breathing only licked up more. 

“I will not tease you any more tonight, my lady,” He promised as he leaned over your body, picking one of your legs and putting it over his back. As he placed his member between your legs and gathered your wetness on it, he began to slide into you, never taking his eyes off of you as he filled you to the brim. “Tomorrow I will wake before you and draw release from you over and over until you can no longer remember my brother.”

Your hands found his back, wanting him closer. As he retreated only to slam himself into your harder than before your mouth gaped open in pleasure. He only took the moment to lock his lips with yours, wanting to memorize the sinful mouth of yours as he always did.

As he began rocking into you, his pelvic bone deliciously rubbing against your clit you felt your pleasure rise more. He laughed a little as you began moaning his name as you got closer to a release as he hit the right place over and over. “Though perhaps my lady already knows who she belongs to now,” He murmured, taking in your expression being so blissed out yet holding onto him. “Good. I knew you were a quick student, my dear wife.”

#aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond smut #aemond targaryen smut #aegon x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader

[hezekiahwakely]

After spending literally multiple days and nights listening to hours of new music, here are my thoughts on what the Protocol playlists might tell us about the characters. I'm gonna break it down by large themes and I'm putting it under a read more bc I don't know how to not ramble about this. its SO MUCH

Gwendolyn Bouchard 👁️

Hers is the most self-explanatory. Girlboss is girlbossing and paying for it. But I did pick up several nuances.

Gwen is: Cold, power-hungry, and ambitious (you should see me in a crown, Are You Satisfied?, Severance theme). Suffering from her own hubris (Oh No!, Gasoline). Resentful and envious, especially about family, wealth, and power (Family Jewels, 24 hours, Warriors). Touching the dark and being supernaturally influenced (Mr. Bonzo theme, Evil Eye, We Don't Talk About Bruno, Making Love to the Dead).

Special mention to the 'daddy's money' reference in 24 hours.

Samama Khalid 😶‍🌫️

Sam makes ridiculously long playlists, like me, so this entry is gonna be long, but the emotional vibes were pretty easy to pick out once I got through it.

Sam is: Straight chillin' to some lo-fi beats, desi hip hop, and melodic bops (literally too many to list but, Remind Me, Forgive the Mess, 93 'Til Infinity, Magpie, Fire Sale, Iniesta Flow, I Guess, Prarthana, Hai Hai, etc., etc.). Rebellious (The Adults Are Talking, Reptilia). Bonded with someone (Halo Flip, soulboy). Yearning, romantic, and playful (Girl Like You, Mr. Sandman, New House, Meteor, You Only Live Once, Be Your Girl, Dear Jean, Say The Word, My Girl/Hey Girl, Smiley, The Real Sugar). Reminiscing about a break-up (Oui, Afterparty Lover, Last Nite, Stick Season, Turn off the Lights, Jessie (i miss you), WONDERING, Afterthought, I Love You, I'm Trying). Full of regrets, pain, and melancholy bitterness (Seasons, Can't Call It, Let It Go, nightmares, Pretty Insane, different tomorrow..., Cigarette Daydreams, CABIN FEVER, Self destruct, Go Back, Stuck Here With Me, Bliss City). Alienated, yet wanting to be alone (uh-oh) (Creep, Alone, Stone cold., Paint it, Black).

Special shout-out to all the implications about the old Sam/Alice relationship. And I'm especially worried by the potential meanings of Downside Up, Let It Go, Go Back, and Stuck Here With Me.

Also, interesting that there's a lyric-free track just called 'drained' at the end of his playlist. I'm sure that's fine.

Alice Dyer 🌀

Oh my girl. What is going on with you. She has impeccable and predictable taste, at least. But... then there's the Ominous Implications again...

Alice is: Rebellious, anarchic, and irreverent (Underclass Hero, Toxicity, Tribute, Buddy Holly, Dragostea din tei, Feel Good Inc., Piss Off, Rebel Rebel, Ghost Town, Brimful of Asha, Surrender, Uncle Walter, United States of Whatever). Blasting high-confidence power anthems (Material Girl, Therefore I Am, Jump, Bad Reputation, The Middle). Depressed behind a mask of high energy and false cheeriness (SugarCrash!, Mad World, Bathroom Floor). Yearning after someone's love (A.M. 180, Zombie Love Song, Nearer Than Heaven, Save Tonight, Ms. California, Because I Love You, Fell In Love With A Girl, Take Me Out). Reminiscing about a break-up (Ciao!, Built This Way, Kidz 'N' Stuff, FRIENDS, Free Fallin', Not In Love, Who Knew, Song for the Dumped, When It All Falls Apart, Laid, Complicated). Feeling crazy and overwhelmed (uh-oh) (Basket Case, In Too Deep, Bonkers, I'm A Robot, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, 19-2000, Wonderland, High, Undone, Cosmic Castaway). Creeped out and brushing up against the supernatural (Walking On Air, The Blue Wrath, Pet Sematary).

Oooh. Oh, the implications. The Sam/Alice break-up. The potential for feelings that remain. I HAVE to know what happened between them.

Also, here are some select lines from five Alice songs presented without comment: "Yeah, I'm a zombie, baby," "I'm a robot, I'm a robot/I don't have any feeling in my heart," "I don't wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary/I don't want to live my life again," "Take me down, six underground/The ground beneath your feet," "Walking like a zombie, like a zombie."

I'm sure that's all fine.

Celia Ripley 🕸️

The most mysterious new member of the OIAR, her music choices are appropriately enigmatic. The Vibes make me excited to see what she's hiding under the surface.

Celia is: Raring for a fight (Seven Nation Army, Rumble, know your place, Run from Me). Fed up with the system (Blood//Water, Run You). Bold, sexy, headstrong, and self-confident (Creature, Took A Trip, River, Do It For Me, Aerials, Uber). Struggling against supernatural influence, feeling trapped and helpless (Mama! There's a Spider in My Room, Where Is My Mind?, I Feel Like I'm Drowning, Closer, Space Dementia, Rain)

So we've all but confirmed the theory that she's from the OG Archives timeline and that she has continuing ties to the Web from passing through Hill Top Road. I think we have hints here that she's manipulating the others, but I also think there are signs that she's fighting her own battle against an evil trying to take her. There also seems to be an overarching theme of water in many of her songs for some reason 🤔

I can't wait to get more of Celia. Even if she is lying, I'm rooting for her (<hoping this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass)

In conclusion, I love them all already your honor, and I want to thank the cast for putting such loving care into crafting these for us. Thank you for such great food to feed our wild theorizing.

#i think i had the most fun listening to hindi rap for the first time #theres just something about following the flow and beat when you cant understand the language. its really fun #sort sort i love to arbitrarily sort #also i assumed these were songs /about/ the characters and not under the conceit that these are songs the characters are listening to #just play in this space with me #tmagp #the magnus protocol #gwendolyn bouchard #gwen bouchard #alice dyer #samama khalid #sam khalid #celia ripley #tmagp theory #also i started writing this a few weeks ago and since then ive been listening to KR$NA obsessively lol. thank you Shahan

[thedragonqueensblog]

Aegon II Targaryen//My Only True Love

Anonymous requests: Could I request where Aegon II where it’s AU but he’s still a prince and There’s concubines and he has a favorite one and has slept with her multiple times but she hasn’t got pregnant so she gets jealous when princess Y/n the half sister of prince Aegon ll visit since he stops called her to come and is always busy with his sister  the concubine complains to the Queen mother Alicent Hightower but she gets mad and says instead of worrying about my son spending time with his sister worry about why haven’t you gotten pregnant y/n gets up to leave but she gets stop by her brother saying to spend the night together she refuses and gives in then in the morning he asks his mother if he can marry his sister and which his mother agrees and he stops having concubines that’s only if you feel comfortable writing incest but thank you for listening to me 

A/n: this a AU a I have switched a lot of stuff in here just in case you get confused

Warning: jealousy, and incest  don’t read if you’re not comfortable.

Your sister Rhaenyra and you were obviously the favorite daughters of the King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Aemma. Arryn. which made the second wife of the King jealous since your sister and you were his successors not her kids.

Even though she stopped being friends with your sister, She still thinks of you as her second daughter.and soon the wife of her son the Prince Aegon II Targaryen since her daughter is already married to her other son.

You were today visiting your half siblings at King's Landing. since you live in Dragonstone with your sister and the family. you live there because your sister wants you to be with her and to be safe. since she doesn’t trust Queen Alicent and her kids.

Your sister wasn't happy she insisted on coming with you, but you reassured her that you'd be okay with going alone.

“You can leave now.” Aegon dismiss Lucy as he gets up to put on his clothes

Lucy’s smile into a sadness and disappointment since she thought she was going to stay with the prince she quickly gets off from the bed and she notices a handmade ring sitting on the prince working table, she smiles as she grabs it

He grabs the ring from Lucy “it’s not ready yet.”

She looks down at the ring and to Aegon "It's good like this." She smiles again, pulling her hand out “it’s beautiful, I'm so excited.”

He cringed, “I said that it’s not ready yet it still needs touches. I want it to be perfect and to be worthy of you.”

Lucy quickly bowed and leaves with a smile on her face a few minutes later there was a knock on the door the guards opened the door Queen Alicent walked inside

“I hope I’m not disturbing you, my son.” Alicent says

“Mother, you could never disturb me.” Aegon walks up to his mother “is everything ok?”

Queen Alicent smiles “Yes, everything is fine I just came here to tell you that your sister Princess Y/n is coming today.”

Aegon beamed at the thought of you coming to King’s Landing “did you tell the cookers? To prepare her favorite food?”

She nodded, “of course I did, everything should be ready when she comes here we’re going to eat in my Chamber.”

He frowned “I was thinking If I could have dinner with her by myself?”

She grinned “of course I should have thought about you wanting to have dinner with your sister by yourself. since you hadn’t seen her in a while.”

“Sorry about that mother”. He apologized.

She beamed “it’s ok I’ll have dinner with your other sister and brother.”

“Attention Princess Y/n Targaryen has arrived.” The servant announces making the maids stopped what they’re doing so can they bowed to you

As you walked passed them, the maids and servants bowed to you

“Princess I’m so happy that you're finally here.”Queen Alicent pulls you into a hug

You hug back her “I’m happy to be here thank you for letting me stay.”

“sister we have missed you so much.” Helaena tells you happily

“I have missed you guys so much as well. I'm sorry that I haven’t visited, I've been busy.” You look at them

Alicent grinned, "at least you're here my son Prince Aegon is waiting for you in his chambers.”

You nodded with a smile "thank you I should get going then.”

You went to your brother's chambers the guards let you inside you saw your brother sitting down waiting for you

He beamed, "Welcome sister, take a seat next to me.”

"Thank you brother.” you smiled sitting down

“My mother told the cooks to make your favorite food.” He tells you

You smiled "thank you, I love it.”

Your brother and you began eating, talking and laughing Lucy was coming with a smile on her face she was about to go inside to surprise the Prince but she got stopped by the guards

“Sorry Miss, but the Prince asked to not disturb him.” One of the guards tells her

"Tell the Prince that I’m here."

"The Prince is with his sister Princess Y/n.”

“Oh.” Lucy says leaving sad

You have been at King's landing for three week making Lucy jealous since Aegon is always with you he even stopped calling for her since he's always with you

Lucy was getting ready so she can see The Prince but Prince didn’t call for her, but she decided to surprise him

"Why are you getting ready? if he didn't call for you?" her friend asks

“I know, but he probably got busy but I bet when he sees me he'll get excited.” Lucy smiles

Lucy is walking happily thinking that today she's going to be with the Prince. She stops at his chambers "tell the Prince that I'm here."

"The Prince is gone.” He tells her

“I'm sure he's not going to take long. I can wait.” she says trying to get inside

"The Prince is with Princess Y/n in the gardens."

Lucy cries she couldn't handle it no more she can't help but feel jealous of you spending time with the prince she knows that she shouldn't feel jealous since you was his sister

She decided to go the Queen Alicent's chambers hopefully she can help her or have her talk to her son

"Lucy, why are you crying?" Alicent asks worried

“Because Prince Aegon hasn't called for me since he's always busy with The Princess, it's been weeks that he hasn't.” She cries “Can you talk to him? I’m scared that she probably told lies about me and he believed her.”

Alicent wasn’t going to let this concubine talked bad about you "listen here instead of you worrying about my son spending his time with his sister worry about why haven't you gotten pregnant.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

“If I heard you say bad things about the princess, I'll make you understand.”

Lucy quickly nods and bowed and leaves in fear

“I had so much fun today with you.” You smiled

“Come in with me, let's sleep together today.” Your brother flattered

You blushed, “I don't think it's inappropriate for us to do it.”

He smirks, "if our siblings do that why don't we do that as well.”

You laughed “they're married and we're not.”

“I'll marry you tomorrow.” He smiles

You smiled at the thought of being married to him, but you thought he was joking, but he wasn't

“Let’s sleep together.” You whisper shyly

Your brother and you woke up naked and the sunshine was hitting your faces

“Let's go, I got to ask my mother a question.”

“Mother, I want to marry Y/n.” Aegon tells his mother

“If you want to marry her then do it if she’s your happiness as your mother i have to accept it,”

You hug her "thank you Queen mother."

“Y/n beautiful I made a homemade ring. I want you to wear it as your engagement ring and wear it for the rest of our lives.” He put on the ring on your finger

“I love it so much thank you.”

“What’s going on?” Prince Aemond asks since he saw Aegon and you kissed

“Your sister and brother are engaged!!”

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon x you #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x female reader #aegon ii targaryen #Aegon ii Targaryen x sister reader

[vhagarlovebot]

gwen you should do an aemond x petite!reader where aemond and r are seceretly dating and she sees aemond talking to another girl who looks targaryen-esque bcz alicent is tryna set him up and then r gets upset bcz she thinks she’s going to lose him to someone more “suitable” and then he comforts her being like nooo i like that you’re small it makes it so much easier to hold you or smth. 🥺

being barely five foot in an area where ppl r rlly tall kinda starts getting to u sometimes, yk.oh! n bonus points if she’s also a handmaiden!reader.

since the prince showed his interest in you, you knew it was just a matter of time before he got bored of you. what could you possibly give him? you’re not more than a handmaiden, someone with little to no value to the royal family. and prince aemond makes sure you remember that when you see him walking nearby with a girl by his side. he can’t see you and you are thankful for that or else he would see the tears streaming down your face.

all you want to do is lock yourself somewhere private and cry until everything stops hurting. but you have work to do, you don’t have the privilege to call it a day and just disappear. so you simply wipe your face, putting on your bravest face, and come out of your hiding spot, almost tripping over your own feet. you think you can’t feel more stupid but then you feel a presence in front of you, and you feel even worse.

“are you alright? do you need help?” aemond speaks with so much fondness it makes you want to cry again.

“i’m fine, your grace.” you now, hiding your red eyes and face from him.

“we are alone, you are allowed to call me by my birth name.” he stretches out his hand to touch you, but you take a step back. aemond frowns, immediately knowing something is wrong. “did something happened?”

“it is not right to speak like that to you, my prince.” you still don’t look at him and aemond does not care what you say, he knows you don’t mean that.

he lifts your chin with his fingers and what finds on your face makes him want to burn the whole world for you.

“did someone hurt you?” aemond cradles your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as more tears fill your eyes.

“you did.” you sob, feeling pathetic. you see the confusion in his eyes and before he can ask you what you mean, you give him the answer. “i know i’m not the prettiest. i’m not brave or strong like you or anyone, really. i am small, i can barely help with duties around the castle and it is not help that even the people i relate the most look down at me.” you can see the hurt in his eyes and you can’t help but brush the frown out of his face, shyly smiling when he relaxes. “i just thought– it does not matter, forget it, my prince.”

you try to pull away but aemond is quick to grab you by the waist, your body collapsing onto his. you look up at him, with pink-colored cheeks and a huge desire to kiss him.

“you are everything to me.” he states, piercing gaze making you feel as nervous as the first time you were alone with him. “i don’t want anyone else because you are all i want. i want your small hands caressing my face, i want your body flushed against mine every night, i want to wake up and see your pretty smile every morning for the rest of my life.” your heart never felt so full of love before, every doubt you had disappearing from your mind. “if it is not clear,” aemond leans, cradling your face once again as his eye finds yours. “i intend to spend my life with you. i do not care what people think, i do not care about duty. you are all i want.”

#📮 ⌇ my works ​˖⋆࿐ #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon imagine #aemond targaryen scenarios #aemond targaryen fluff #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd x reader

[whotf-atemywaffles]

Soon You’ll get better (Cause you have to)

Tw: mentions of cancer, vampires, my writing

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader

Summary: A girl named Y/N is battling cancer and meets a boy named Edward Cullen who becomes her only friend. As her condition worsens, Edward decides to turn so they can be together forever. They face the challenges of their new life together and make the most of the time they have left.

Y/N Swan a girl who was dying, she had lived with her father Charlie Swan in the small town of forks in Washington, Forks was one of those places that never really saw the sun, it was constant clouds and rain, but that didnt bother Y/N, her world had been miserable, alwasys had been. when she was a kid it was a constant battle with cancer, then when she turned 12 it was gone… or so she thought.

for a while it was gone till she turned 17, her entire world came crashing down when she found out it had returned. She knew the drill by then, chemo, radiation, and a whole new battle to fight. But this time, she wasn't alone. She met a boy named Edward Cullen, who seemed to be the only one who understood her. He was different from everyone else in Forks, and she was drawn to him.

Edward ended up becoming Y/N’s only friend, in her childhood she never had any since she was always at the hospital, not a lot of kids ever want to spend their free time there when they could be at the park or something, as a result y/n was constantly alone, not that she minded she just didn’t enjoy the feeling of loneliness or emptiness it sometimes provided.

Edward was unlike anyone Y/N had ever met before. He was beautiful, yes, but there was something else about him that drew her in. He was smart, funny, and seemed to understand her in a way that no one else did. As they spent more time together, Y/N found herself falling for him. She tried to fight it at first, knowing that her time was limited, but she couldn't help the way she felt.

Edward, however, was hesitant to get too close to Y/N. He knew the danger that came with being around him and didn't want to put her in harm's way. But as they grew closer, he realized that he couldn't stay away from her. He was willing to risk everything to be with her, even if it meant revealing his biggest secret. but for now he kept that to himself, they had only been friends for a few months, but he knew everythng about her, every thought she had, every fear she had including her biggest one, she was afraid to die. although Edward couldnt exactly feel. in a way he felt bad for his friend.

As Y/N continued her treatments, she felt her strength slowly slipping away from her. But Edward was always there by her side, offering her comfort and support. He would hold her hand during her treatments and make her laugh with his jokes. She cherished every moment with him, knowing that there was a possibility she wouldn't be getting better. Edward herd these thoughts, he knew about every single one of them, they pained him.

when he would get hime he would find comfort in talking to his “Sister” Alice. “She has to get better, she has too, she cant just leave, not like this” He would ramble almost sobbing, well almost he would be if he could cry.

As the weeks went by, Y/N's condition continued to worsen. She was losing weight rapidly and could barely get out of bed. But Edward never left her side. He would stay with her for hours on end, just talking to her and holding her hand.

Y/N knew that her time was running out. She had come to terms with the fact that she was going to die, but it didn't make it any easier. She was scared of what was going to happen to her after she was gone. But she found comfort in the fact that she had Edward by her side.

One night, as Y/N was lying in bed, she turned to Edward and said, "I don't want to die alone." Edward took her hand and said, "You won't. I'll be right here with you."

For the next few days, Y/N's condition continued to deteriorate. She was in so much pain that she could barely talk. But she didn't need to. Edward knew what she was thinking, and he was there for her.

On what was supposed to be her final day, Edward came in as per usual, trying to cheer the dying girl up, he would’ve done anything to accomplish that goal, Painting rooms neon, finding a way to brighten up the sky, anything.

not wanting to say it allowed because he didnt want to make this all about him, but sometimes over the passt few weeks he has been thinking about who is he suppost to talk to? What is he suppost to do? When theres no her… nothing can go back to the way it was…because he had already met her, fell for her…

thats when it hit edward….he knew what he was going to do…Edward knew what he had to do. He couldn't bear the thought of living without Y/N, and he was willing to do anything to keep her by his side. He went to Carlisle, the only one who could help him.

"Please, Carlisle," Edward begged. "You have to turn her. I can't go on without her."

Carlisle looked at Edward with a sad expression. "I know how much you care for her, Edward. But turning her is a big decision. It's not something that should be taken lightly."

"I know," Edward replied. "But I can't lose her. I can't bear the thought of living without her. Please, Carlisle. You have to help me."

After much discussion and consideration, Carlisle agreed to turn Y/N. It was a risky procedure, and there was no guarantee that it would work. But Edward was willing to take that risk.

Carlisle performed the transformation, and Y/N became a vampire. At first, it was a difficult adjustment for her. She struggled to control her thirst and adjust to her new abilities, and the regained strength after all those months. But with Edward by her side, she was able to overcome these challenges.

As time passed, Y/N became more comfortable with her new life. She and Edward continued to stay by each other's side, growing closer with each passing day. They traveled the world together, experiencing all of the wonders that it had to offer.

And even though Y/N knew that she would never be able to have a normal life, she was content with the life that she had. She had found love in the most unexpected of places, and that was all that mattered.

As for Edward, he knew that he had made the right decision. Turning Y/N had been a risk, but it was a risk that had paid off. He was grateful for every moment that they had together, and he was determined to make the most of the time that they had left.

Together, they faced the challenges of the world, knowing that they had each other to rely on. And even though they knew that their time together was limited, they were determined to make the most of it.

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen #twilight x reader #twilight imagine #twilight #carlisle imagine #do ppl even still like twilight #???

[loveinhawkins]

For the made up fic title game "1983 is Calling" bc 1983 by Neon Trees randomly came up on my Spotify lol

god i love this title so much. i think 1983 is calling has a Steve Harrington character study written all over it.

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In the November of 1983, Steve Harrington’s world falls out from underneath him. When his feet finally find solid ground again, everything looks a little different, like he’s an Alice who’s grown just slightly too tall for his surroundings.

And maybe most people in his shoes would chalk that up to finding out that monsters are real, that a kid can come back from the dead. But Steve knows that’s not the whole truth.

What’s really tripping him up is the dangerously quiet anger he didn’t really know he was capable of; he spends many sleepless nights staring up at the ceiling, hearing his father’s words come out in his voice, slipping through clenched teeth, finish the sentence.

It’d be easy to brush it off after the quite frankly insane series of events he’s lived through, to claim that wasn’t me.

But it was. It was.

It’s not a dramatic transformation. If anyone was really looking out for it, maybe they’d notice him being just a touch more reserved in school. Slower to react, more careful with his words.

He doesn’t sit with Tommy and Carol in the cafeteria—and while there’s an ache in that decision which he steadfastly ignores, he finds that he doesn’t really mind sitting alone sometimes.

In the quiet, he has more time to think. He tries to keep his assumptions in check, finds that he cares less and less about cliques—does his best to ensure that his first thought about someone isn’t a judgement.

He remembers the casual indifference he had when watching Jonathan Byers put up a poster for his missing brother. His unbothered drawl, God, that’s depressing.

Never again, he decides.

Above all, he doesn’t want to be cruel.

One lunch, he sits with Jonathan, and they swap pudding cups, Steve trading chocolate for butterscotch.

“I… listen, Jonathan, I shouldn’t… shouldn’t have said what—what I said,” he starts, awkwardly, inadequately. “About. About your mom, and your family, and…”

It horrifies him still, the words that came out so easily, never mind if they were echoes of things he heard.

Joyce Byers is one of the strongest people he knows.

“Thanks,” Jonathan says, delayed. He smiles tightly, but Steve knows it’s not personal, that the guy’s still on edge from… everything.

Steve smiles back.

But there’s still a thorn that he hasn’t quite prised out.

“And I…” He lowers his voice. “I shouldn’t have called you that. Y’know.”

Jonathan’s eyebrows go up. “No,” he says mildly. “You shouldn’t have.”

“I…” Steve rubs a hand over his mouth. “I hate that… there’s nothing bad about…”

Jesus, what’s wrong with him?

Jonathan’s expression softens. He blinks, and he has that pensive look on his face, like he’s seeing the world through a camera lens—like the flash has lit up something unknown.

“I agree,” he says quietly, and then he digs into his pudding and asks genuinely about Steve’s holiday plans, talks about getting Will an Atari for Christmas.

At New Year, Steve is abruptly conscious of the fact that he really, really needs to look like he’s having a good time. He doesn’t want to analyse who the performance is for. If it’s for himself, he’s not convinced.

But drink dulls the anxiety; he laughs a lot, sways with Nancy in his arms because that’s what he’s supposed to do.

Even in the euphoria of the midnight countdown, he can see Nancy smiling too brightly, like her face might crack with the strain.

Do you feel it, too? he almost asks. Are we always gonna be back there? Are we always gonna be running from it?

The semester after winter break starts off reluctantly.

There’s a few classes with mixed year groups: they get an absolute horror of a substitute teacher in second period, one who insists on them copying things word for word from the blackboard. She makes her funeral march down the desks and shouts at a student for mis-spelling ‘January.’

“Psst,” comes a voice, before she reaches Steve.

He looks over to see Eddie Munson in the seat next to him, handing over an eraser.

“Wrong year, Harrington,” he whispers.

Steve glances down at his paper. Sure enough, 1983 stares back at him from the top margin.

Steve scoffs. “Figures.” He uses the eraser and passes it back to Eddie. “Thanks.”

“No problem. I wish we were still on vacation, too.”

“Eddie Munson.” The teacher slams a ruler down on Eddie’s desk so hard that Steve flinches. “Shall I send you outside for talking?”

“Oh, no, ma’am,” Eddie says, without missing a beat, “I’ll surely cry. Profusely.”

As other students stifle giggles, Steve manages to write the date down correctly before the teacher peers over his shoulder.

He can’t help noticing that even with the eraser, there’s still an imprint: 1983 faintly engraved on the page.

Well, Steve thinks wryly, so it goes.

#steve harrington fic #steve harrington hc #steve harrington analysis #steve and jonathan #steve and nancy #pre steddie #steve harrington ficlet #steve harrington #made up fic titles