#jacerys strong

[marshsano]

hotd last dinner scene except they put me in the writer’s room and let me give jacaerys some of the most jaw dropping eye puns in return for aemond’s strong puns.

they fight with words instead of fists (because sadly jacaerys loses BAD.)

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[elissanatok]

-𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄

part 2

pairing: Aemond targaryen x velaryon! (strong!) reader

summary: Aemond has loved and secretly claimed you for himself since the day you were born. losing his eye changed him, but maybe it did not affect his feelings for you as much as he thought it had

warnings: english is not my first language, angst, fluff, shy reader, unclexniece, possesive aemond, everybody adores reader in this

let me know what you think!! reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated <33

You didn't know what you had expected when you imagined looking into his face again. a smile maybe? A hint of the boy he used to be? Well - you surely did not get whatever it was you had expected. 

He looked at you with a piercing but very bored look, before he let his eye drift again to your little brother. You nervously looked from your little brother to your older one. Jacerys tried to send you a reassuring look, or maybe it was just one that screamed “I told you so”. 

Before leaving Dragonstone he and your mother told you not to expect any kindness from the rest of your family. You were disappointed that they seemed to be right and that the little hope Daemon gave you when he talked about your friendship as children flew away with the wind. 

You had missed him dearly. Your Aemond. But maybe this was not him. His hair had grown longer, although not as long as yours, and laid pin straight against his back. The black eyepatch he wore made him look almost forbidden. It made him look dangerous. But your Aemond was not a dangerous boy. But then again - this was not him. 

Your Aemond used to read in books, spend his days learning, dreaming and talking about Dragons. Teaching you about them. This Aemond looked like he was ready - had dreamed and talked about feeding you to them. 

The Queen's eyes held a little bit more warmth when she met your gaze. Sometimes she thought you looked more like her daughter than Rhaenryas but then again, your eyes held the same fire as your mothers.

The reason for your visit was a sad one, sure, who would be the heir of driftmark was important, not for you, but for your boys. You would be married off, no matter what Daemon claimed, if an alliance with House Winterfell was needed, Cregan would be the first to take your hand. You liked him. He was a kind man. A strong one too, but your relationship held no meaning, no feelings, no friendship. 

Standing with your shoulders straight and your chin held high, you listened to Vaemond.”Don´t you dare tell me, who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.”  You could see the rage forming in his eyes. “Allow it?”, your sick grandfather questioned. “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.”

The first time you flinched, was when he raised his voice, pointing at Lucerys. “That- is no true Velaryon- and certainly no nephew of mine.”

Your mother tried calming the situation, after quickly looking at her only daughter. “Go to your chambers, you have said enough.” 

“Lucerys is my trueborn grandson.”

“You may run your house as you see fit. but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the doom.” 

You really wished for someone to hold your hand. Stand in front of you, protect you from the eyes in the room that bore into your golden skin, but there was just your family and you in your flame red dress. 

“And a thousand trigulatons besides.”. “And Gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this -” 

You and your little brother were similar in some ways, in ways like anxious behavior. In ways like his hands trembling just as much as yours behind his back.  “Say it.”, whispered Daemon, making your knees feel weak for what was about to come. You were no fighter. No ruler. Just a woman. And a brutally soft one too. “Her children are Bastards!!”Vaemond yelled into the room, at the king, making you slightly flinch at the sudden loudness of his voice. 

“And she, and her daughter, are whores.”

Your eyes widened, while people let out gasps. Insulting your mother, married and with children was one thing, insulting you, a girl who had not even earned a kiss to her cheek yet, was something entirely else. You were not even promised yet. 

Unknown to you, Aemonds eye had locked onto your form the moment Vaemond stepped closer to you. His gasp was a short one, a quiet too, but he could not believe someone dared insulting you. Yes, you may have shared the features of your brothers, even though you were much more beautiful to him, but your eyes were the purest purple he had seen in his house. There was no way someone could doubt where you belonged. 

In his opinion, you would always belong right next to him. He wished he could have shielded you from harsh words and glances, but he could not forget who you stood next to, the boy who took his eye and the woman who wanted the throne. 

His fists clenched behind his back, he watched his father stand up, heavy breathing. “I- will have your tongue for that.”

You had heard Daemon lifting his sword, and you had seen it from the corner of your eye, but still you did not stop looking at anything but Haelenas dress. His blood flooded in front of your feet. “He can keep his tongue.” Daemon shot you a look. Looking for tears on your face as usual, but no, you seemed to be somewhere else. 

Aemond looked at his uncle with appreciation. He wished he would be bold enough, could show his care for you openly enough to chop a head off, but he couldn't have done it yet, not in front of everyone else at least.

Part 3

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[spacerockfloater]

People are coming for Alicent’s throat for supposedly marrying Aegon with Helaena, even if this is never truly stated in the show and in the book it is Viserys who forces them to be married, but we’re all forgetting that Rhaenyra does the exact same thing with her two eldest sons.

Did she ever ask Jace and Luke whether they want to be married to their cousins? No. She does everything she can to gain power and supporters. But when it was Rhaenyra that was forced to marry Laenor, or literally any other man of her choosing, then we were supposed to feel devastated that her autonomy is stripped away. Like, which one is it HBO? Are arranged marriages bad or not? Or is it okay as long as it isn’t Rhaenyra the one who gets the short end of the stick?

And what’s maddening is that this gets brushed off and everyone involved seems more than happy with this arrangement. How convenient for her. Rhaenyra does to her children exactly what Viserys did to his but we’re not even batting an eye. The show is so obviously biased towards Rhaenyra that it bores me.

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[its-vannah]

Karma | Jace Velaryon x Reader

A/N: As requested, this is the second part to "Maroon". I hope y'all enjoy it as much as the first fic, it's not as angsty lol.

Warnings: Death, you have children, marriage, sexist comments made by Lord Baratheon, crying, mentions of an affair

Midnights Masterlist

Part One

Lord Baratheon sat across from you at the long dining table, the glass of wine in his hand drained in seconds. Waving it around as he spoke, his words were slurred.

As the night went on, the topics of conversation became more personal and, for you, highly offensive and embarrassing.

Looking around the table, he released a drunken laugh, "All these women are struggling to bare child, but what you really need is a strong man."

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

You shot your husband a warning look, praying to the Gods he wouldn't go any farther. But he didn't even look your way.

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

"I got my wife pregnant on our own wedding night. It's not an easy feat for most, but for me, it was like a stroll in the gardens."

"My Lord—" You began, but he waved you off, ignoring the glare you shot him.

He laughed to himself as he beckoned a servant to pour him so more wine, "You just have to be in control. Your will to have an heir needs to be greater than anything else. Don't worry about her personal pleasure, but your own. It's your seed that controls—"

Karma's gonna track you down

From the other end of the table, someone slammed their first down, ceasing all movement and conversation.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Jacaerys stared right into your husband's eyes, "That's enough, Lord Baratheon."

You're talking shit for the hell of it

But he just laughed, drinking more wine, "It's all fun and games, my prince. I wasn't only speaking of Y/N, but the other women I've—"

The Prince raised his voice, "Enough!"

The air filled with silence, not a single person moving. Your cheeks were hot, your eyes burned, and your lips quivered as you fought with yourself to hold back the urge to cry.

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

For all his faults and flaws, you hadn't thought Lord Baratheon to be unfaithful. You didn't even know when he had found the time to visit a brothel. He was always tending to his people, whether he was ruling or visiting the local people.

Rattling your ground

Then, it hit you. By "visiting the locals", he meant fucking prositutes. Clenching your first, you shook the thought out of your head.

And I keep my side of the street clean

Despite your heart belonging to another, you would never be unfaithful to your husband. You had more respect for him, apparently, then he did for you.

Pushing your chair out, you stood abruptly, "Excuse me."

Your shoes clicked against the stone floor as you walked hastily towards your private chambers. Once you reached the doors, you threw them open, letting them slam behind you walked over to your writing desk.

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Removing the large necklace your husband insisted you wore, you set it on the table, removing each piece of jewelry one at a time before you removed your dress. Standing only in your petticoat and corset, you braced yourself against the table, finally breaking down.

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Between your heavy breaths and muffled sobs, you didn't hear the door creak open, the sound of footsteps behind you.

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Careful not to startle you, Jace cleared his throat, placing a hand on your back, rubbing it in a circular motion.

Unafraid of what would happen if someone walked in, you turned to him and melted in his embrace, crying into his shoulder.

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Holding you tightly to his chest, he kissed the top of your head, "I will always love you, Y/N. Nothing will ever change that. It's going to be okay."

(I'm still, I'm still here)

After that moment, you didn't want to let him go. And a year later, you got your wish.

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Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

Lord Baratheon was beheaded and killed in a battle between the blacks and greens.

His younger brother soon took over control of the palace and surrounding area instead of your son, and you were left a widow. And while the locals supported you during your supposed time of grief, you couldn't have been happier to be freed of House Baratheon.

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

Deciding to wait the acceptable month before another bethrothal to avoid suspicion, you and Jace married soon after.

Standing at the alter, you couldn't help but smile up at him, finally getting the life you longed for. From the crowd, Cregan watched as you found the happiness he had once, unintentionally, taken from you.

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

The wind blew softly, and you realized how free you felt; no longer restrained by your unhappiness. Instead, you were hand in hand with the man you had loved for years.

Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here

Your happiness had once been stolen from you, placed our of reach. But death, ironically, had brought the two of you back together.

Karma's a relaxing thought

As the ceramony came to an end, Jace took your face in his hands, pressing a soft, but deep, kiss to your lips.

Me and karma vibe like that

For the first time since your son was born, you felt at peace.

Coming straight home to me

Even years later, after the birth of your second son, Lynor, and daughter, Nyra, and the battle between his mother and Allicent, his love never wavered. All the stress in the seven Kingdoms could fall on his shoulders, which they did, and he would never stop loving you and your family.

After your arrival to Driftmark, he was finally able to hold your son, Lucerys the second, in his arms. Losing control of himself, he wept for the years he lost with him. But he would never let go now, not until the day he died.

Many years later, when he had already passed and you were on your deathbed, each of your children sat around you.

While Jacaerys had given up his title in favor of his brother, Argon, his children still became miraculous leaders.

Step by step from town to town

Your eldest son, Lucerys the Second, had grown into a strong, yet kind, ruler just like his namesake. While still refered to as a Baratheon to avoid scandal, he knew, accepted, and embraced his true heritage. With a family of his own, he was an example of what a ruler should be. He looked after Driftmark and put his whole heart into ruling, ensuring that his people were well taken care of. His wife, Serna, was not just a prize to him as you had been to Lord Baratheon, but his equal.

Your second son, Lynor, went on to become an infamous knight in the seven kingdoms. A noble warrior, he became the King's Hand when he was of age. He, himself, married Cregan Stark's youngest daughter, Norea, and showed her the same love Jace had shown you in his lifetime.

And your beautiful daughter, Nyra, was highly respected throughout the kingdoms, eventually marrying into House Tully. She reminded you of Jace, who had always doted on her as a child.

And now, as you lay with your children around you, sadness filling the room, you smiled.

Lucerys took your hand, "Mother, I'm not ready for you to go."

You squeezed his hand, "It's time, my boy."

Closing his eyes, he fought back tears, pressing a kiss to your hand.

You're terrified to look down

Lynor was next, shaking his head, unwilling to meet you eyes out of fear that, if he did, he'd lose control of himself, "Do you not fear death?"

You shook your head weakly, "No, my dear, I don't. I welcome it."

You wouldn't know what I mean

"But why?"

It's coming back around

Nyra sat beside you, looking down at you with a soft smile on her face, "Because she'll see father once again."

"I love you all, as did your father," You said, coughing in between words, "He would be so proud of you."

'Cause karma is the thunder

Feeling the world slowly fade around you, you watched as your son's crumpled.

Lucerys wept into his hands, praying to the Gods, and Lynor remained stoic, refusing to break down.

Nyra, however, placed a kiss on your head, saying a prayer as your soul left your body.

Karma is a god

The next thing you knew, you were in Jace's arms again, strolling through the gardens as he had promised all those years ago.

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[nouveauvague]

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[its-actually-minicika]

The Yule Ball

(HotD Hogwarts!AU)

Part 1 of 3;;

Warnings: Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy; slight yandere Jace and Aemond (you'll be able to tell that better in part 2); angst if you squint; fluff, spice and everything nice

Pairings: Aemond x Reader, Aegon x Reader, Jacerys x Reader

Word count: 13k+ (not proof-read)

How would HotD's Main Three (Aemond, Aegon, Jace) ask you out to the Yule Ball? Would they even gather the courage to do so, before it's too late?

╰┈➤ In this fic, you're a daring Gryffindor, navigating your 5th year at Hogwarts. For the sake of this AU, Aemond (Slytherin) is your best friend, Jace (fellow Gryffindor) is utterly in love with you and Aegon (Hufflepuff) is that emotionally unavailable pervert whom you've befriended... though you're not quite sure why.

Christmas was a time to be celebrated at Hogwarts, both by muggle-born and pure-blood alike.

This year, the latter had been most excited, as the Headmaster announced the on-going preperations for the Yule Ball, a grand festivity that took place once every 4 years, all in honour of the Triwizard Tournament.

The buzzling happiness of the students was palpable: the nervousness of the girls and the slight waver in their voices. The boys, either completely unaffected by the notion of a partner or just as spent on the lingering question plaguing everyone's thoughts... 'So... who will you go with?'

The older students stricking their claim, the younger girls seducing away to secure an invitation...

(Y/N) decided then and there that she had never seen a crowd so colourful, so full of life.

It was around dinner-time when the impetuos doors of the Great Hall opened wide, and through them stepped - or rather, flied - in Jeremiah Blythe, a 6th year Ravenclaw with nothing to lose. Revealing a cage full of Pixie Faeries from underneath his robes, he set the little toublemakers free, still atop his broomstick.

All of them, as if practicing for weeks, flew in different corners of the room, revealing a shimmering banner, engraved with sparks and magical fire, reading the daring proclamation: 'You Should Dance Only With Me'

"Mary Bone, will you go to the Yule Ball with me?" Breathless, the male looked down at the object of his adoration, who, by that point, long forgot all about her mashed potatoes.

"My God, yes! Yes, Jeremy, of course!"

The hall erupted in roaring applause, whistles and yelled out 'Congratulations!' to the happy couple. As they were busy kissing away, (Y/N) gleefully turned her head in the direction of her friend, giggling slightly.

"I feel bad for the guy who's gonna pop the question next! It's pretty hard to beat that flammable display." She laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I'd rather sympathize with the one who has to catch those faeries afterwards." Aemond hummed in a monotous tone. His eye quickly scanned the joyous face of his friend's, feeling a pang of fondness, before setting his attention on Otto Hightower, the Head of house Slytherin.

The greying man was all but yelling out at the two reckless students, settling on glaring daggers into their throats and proclaiming with a tumultuous voice: "30 points from Ravenclaw. And 30 from Hufflepuff."

A loud groan shook the Great Hall to the core - Aegon, now with his robes in a twist, looking at his grandfather in pure disbelief. (Y/N) offered him a compassionate look, shrugging her shoulders.

... At least Otto Hightower didn't shy away from punishing everyone equally in his own way. Even the house of his eldest grandson.

Once more, the girl's eyes caught a glimpse of silver hair. She wanted to keep talking to Aemond - the last hectic weeks in their schedules allowing little time for idle chatting. And... of course, the ball...

Before she could think of anything new to say, Aemond threw his leather bag over his shoulder.

"You're leaving already?"

"Mm, I have a paper due in Potions." Eyeing her sheepishly, running a hand past the nape of his neck, the taller boy paused, before opening his mouth once again.

... But just as he was about to add something more, a deep voice cut through his trail of thought.

"Hey there, (Y/N)!" Jacerys' velvety voice rang in her ears. As she spun around in her seat, the girl's eyes lit up, "Jace! It's good to see you!"

The brown haired boy plopped down next to her, quickly placing his hand over his heart, feigning hurt;

"Where were you today? We missed you at practice."

'The Quiddich field', the girl remembered, guilt seeping into her pores. She had promised Jace to be there. But after bumping into Aemond, she completely lost track of time.

Furrowing her brows in a twist, she aired out apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I completely forgot...! I'll make it up to you guys."

Jace's face broke into a boyish smile, one that couldn't help but make (Y/N) blush. The Velaryon gently placed his hand above her hair, patting her down gently.

"Don't fret! I figured something must have stopped you."

Or rather someone. As if on cue, Jace's eyes left (Y/N)'s lips, traveling up, up to meet the lilac gaze of Aemond. Still looking at him with a quirked brow, he muttered to her softly. "Though, if you really want to make it up to me..."

His eyes glimmered with mischief.

'I can think of just the way.' he wanted to say. To finally ask the burning question, that stuck so well to his throat all those weeks ago. The very same question he knew Aemond wanted to ask as well.

"You help me out with that horrible Herbology homework tonight, and we call it a truce. Deal?"

Alas, he settled on what he could bring himself to get. Jace would grow to curse himself for not asking (Y/N) to the Yule Ball that eve - yet the immediate satisfaction of stealing her away from the company of that Targaryen brute was enough to quell his momentary thirst.

(Y/N) smiled at him softly, nodding decidedly, before turning to Aemond. If he also had a paper for Potions class, then maybe they all could --

But Aemond was nowhere to be seen.

"Huh...? Jace, did you see where Aemond left?"

The boy clenched his jaw in irritation of the name, but otherwise remained poised; smiling politely at his friend and shaking his head with furrowed brows, he moved his warm hand from her head to her shoulder.

"Sorry, (Y/N). Must've just gone back to his Common Room."

Defeated, the girl whisked her head around. She tried her very best to catch the reflection of his familiar white hair, but was unable to discern anything else besides Aegon's locks.

As if he could feel her eyes boring holes into his back, his mellow gaze met the one of (Y/N). He raised his glass of fermented wine to his face, gingerly nodding his head with a slight smirk and chugging it all in one gulp.

"You must be right."

Was that... disappointment that she felt? Mixed with some slight irritation, surely - Aemond could have at least told his goodbyes before disappearing like that.

Inhaling sharply, the pale girl nudged Jace's side playfully. "What do you say? Are you free to take care of that homework now?"

Maroon eyes swirled with gratitude. While nodding fevereshly, Jace took both his and (Y/N)'s backpacks, insisting on carrying them himself towards the vacant library.

For the hundreth time that evening, (Y/N) had to stiffle a yawn.

Her and Jace had finally wrapped up that dreadful essay - and if it weren't for the late hour, the two would have celebrated how well it actually turned out.

... Instead, they had sluggishly returned to the Gryffindor dorms.

'Madam Tyrell has to give you an <O> for it.' the girl had told him excitedly, 'It's gotta be our best work yet!'

Jace merely laughed at that, boring deeply into (Y/N)'s heart. The lights erupting from the crackling fire of their Common Room danced across his handsome face, leaving intricate shadows in their wake - each accentuating his masculine features.

With his ears of a red tint, the boy managed to utter out; 'We... We should get some rest. Tomorrow we have that DADA midterm.'

Groaning at the thought, the pair rose up from their armchairs, bidding eachother a sweet good night.

A deep grumble abruptly stopped (Y/N)'s recollection of events.

By Merlin's beard, it was past witching hour. But she was really, really hungry.

The girl slipped out of bed carefully, doning on her white slippers. She threw a singular look over her shoulder, taking in Baela's and Rhaena's sleeping faces, sucking in a breath.

Her visit to the Kitchens would be a short one - it might take a while for her to get to her own bed again, but she could still get at least 3 hours of sleep. And she'd survived on way less during her 4th year's finals season.

Before she knew it, she was past the entrance of her Common Room and well into the open. Giving The Fat Lady a small wave and whispering a quick 'Lumos' underneath her breath, she made her way down the intricate set of stairs.

As predicted, it wouldn't take long for her to slip through the cracked door of the Kitchen. Lit only by a tiny candle, the wooden work space felt utopic.

(Y/N) sighed at the comfort of solitude, grateful for the peace and quiet that the sacred space provided. Her sharp eyes scanned her surroundings, stopping on the cradle of cold milk by the stove.

She slowly approached it, her shaky hand pouring herself a generous glass. Bringing the pure nectar to her lips, she let out a low hum of satisfaction.

Now, where was that food?

Before she could even place her glass back down, a strong pair of arms engulfed her by the waist.

A sudden yielp pertruded from her rosy lips - the Gryffindor spun around with great ferocity, heart hammering in her chest; there was no way someone just touched her like that and imagined there'd be no consequences.

But before she could empty the contents of her glass in the eyes of her attacker, a velvety laugh escaped his lips.

"I believe what you're looking for is in the oven."

Aegon.

"Didn't your mommy teach you never to touch a girl like that?" A bemused smile threatened to seer through (Y/N)'s lips. Eyebrow now quirked, she pushed the 7th year away from her body.

His hands gingerly let go of her waist, though not before circling once, twice, thrice over her hips - the warmth of them, like a scorching fire against her covered skin.

It took all the girl's might not to cringe at the contact. What was it with Targaryens and their ridiculously high body temperature?

"What are you doing here?" She finally asked, voice hoarse, breaking the silence.

His dilated pupils burned holes in her skull, returning the favour she made him at dinner. Aegon took great pleasure drinking in her delicate features, swearing to himself to forever engrave them to his memory. Finally, he graced her with a reply.

"Same as you, right? To grab a bite."

Stroking her side once more in an attempt to slowly move her to the left, the eldest of the Targaryen brothers opened the oven in front of him, revealing a cold pumpkin tart.

"The Gods provide." He whispered in the girl's ear, letting out a snicker once confusion darted across her face. "Once you come here often enough, you learn where to find the actually good stuff."

Grunting in reply, (Y/N) sat down on the kitchen counter, waiting for Aegon to cut her a slice.

The two stood in silence for what felt like an eternity, before the male finally placed a hefty slice in her open palm.

"So." He began dryly. "Are you Gryffindor girls just as crazed for the Yule Ball as the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws?"

He was making an allusion to earlier that day: when Jeremiah's display of affection had cost both Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs 30 points.

Wincing slightly, (Y/N) took a bite of the sweet tart, mulling her answer over.

"I suppose everyone is excited in a way. And more or less desperate for a partener. Though I think that's stupid."

"You think not wanting to go alone is stupid?"

"I think that going with someone has potential to be nice. But it's not the end of the world if you are to go alone." (Y/N) shrugged, scooting closer to the wall.

Aegon got up from his chiar, strutting closer to the cup of milk. Pouring himself a glass nonchalantly, he tutted, amused.

"I think it's one thing for a blooke to go alone. For a girl, it's just sad."

"You really think that?" The girl asked, bewildered by such a decided sentiment.

Aegon didn't miss a beat: "What I think is that you're trying to fool yourself cuz you've got no one to go with."

A teasing smirk tugged and twisted at his features. The silver haired man looked at you expectantly.

He wanted you to bite down on his challenge.

"Are you projecting your own situation?" She tried her best to stay lax, denying him entrance to her deepest thoughts.

Aegon let out a shuddering laugh. "I've had girls come to me like a flock of chickens to their cock."

(Y/N) scrunched her nose at that crude remark, but settled on rolling her eyes instead of matching him with a retort.

"No, sweet (Y/N), I'm definitely not projecting."

"Be that as it may, I still stand by my words. You don't need a partener to have fun at the dance."

"The fox that doesn't get to the grapes always says they're sour..."

"Quit insiunating I've got no one to go with! What's your obsession with that, anyway?" She finally snapped, but regretted her words almost instantly, as Aegon's smile spread even wider, if that was truly possible. Turning on his heel to look her straight in the eye, he pushed his hands near her body's sides, caging her in.

"So she does care, after all."

"I really don't."

"Little poor (Y/N) (L/N), the only girl in her year with absolutely no one who loves her." Slowly quirking his head to the side, Aegon continued. "How does it feel to know you are absolutely lonely?"

A loud slap echoed throughout the room. The sting in (Y/N)'s hand and the red pigment blossoming in Aegon's left cheek all but directly confirmed what had happened. Eyes wide, staring at each other, the sheen of tears in the ones of the fierce lioness.

"How dare you." She more so pointed out than asked.

"The bitch has bite to her." Aegon snarled, rubbing his high cheekbone. "Someone better put a muzzle on that haughty mouth, too."

Having finally heard enough, with nothing else to add to a losing battle, (Y/N)'s legs swung from the counter; soon, she was putting as much distance from her body and Aegon's as humanly possible.

Jerking the back door open, she turned around once more to face her midnight opponent.

"I'd rather have no one to go with, than have to pay for the company I indulged in as you do."

Now finally set off as well, the eldest Targaryen yelled after her fleeting footsteps.

"You know, I would take you there myself if you weren't so bloody proud!"

"Go be benevolent with someone else!"

She could still feel the scorching heat of his hands on her.

The following day had passed, uneventful as all the rest, until dinnertime rolled around.

(Y/N) hastily made her way to the Great Hall, having already been late to the meal by quite some time. She couldn't find Aemond anywhere, neither Jace, Baela or Luke. She didn't dare look for any trace of Aegon, as the wounds from last night didn't yet have time to heal.

Where in the world had everyone ran off to? From the moment of her wake, throughout all her classes... it was as though her friends evaporated in thin air.

No matter, she would not eat alone that day. Gestured to take a seat by Borya Moore, the handsome Durmstrang student that eyed her up since his arrival at Hogwarts, the 5th year girl smiled at him tightly.

He was a charming boy, (Y/N) concluded, while side eyeing him during the fast break; Russia's golden boy, they called him, the champion of their respective school.

Tall, well built, with the greenest of eyes and the blackest of charcoal locks. Indeed, the older male was quite a sight to see.

He was smiling at her politely, talking to her in a gruff voice, laced with a strong accent. He sometimes recieved swift nudges from his surrounding classmates: what was on his mind was clear; and it was not original. All the same, a warm feeling crept it's way within (Y/N)'s chest.

As stated before, Borya was a handsome young man - and he was said to be proud, just and honest to a fault, though never cruel or unattentive.

Although his words were scattered few and far between, he was a good listener and seemed very interested in what the girl had to say.

"Are you excited about the next trail?" (Y/N) asked him, while playing with a piece of bread. Her eyes never raised from her plate, but she could feel his emerald hues running all across her face.

"Yes, excited to win it." The male let out a mirthled laugh, shaking the whole table with him. "Though, I am even more so for the ball."

"I can imagine that!" (Y/N) hummed with a small smile. "You'll have to open with a dance, right? Are you not nervous about that? Or... do you simply like the attention?"

Borya gave her a subtle wink, his hand making a wide gesture at the surrounding tables. Satisfied with her confused face, he quickly clarified:

"I would not think them trained enough to judge my dancing. All of us are here for a good time - trust me when I say, we'll manage the dance just fine."

... 'We'?

His obvious proposition of dancing together reddened your cheeks; but before the conversation could go any further, a flock of familiar silver hair caught your eye.

All hope decimated when, instead of a glimpse of cold green, you were met with the honeyed gold of the house Hufflepuff. Aegon had finally graced the other students with his presence.

A bitter taste formed into your mouth, which only accentuated as he came into better view, hand in hand (or rather, hand on ass) with Vela Castillo, the prettiest girl of the 5th year student body.

Scared to catch his eye, (Y/N) abruptly turned her head in the opposite direction and waited for the couple to sit down.

Aegon skimmed through the wide room from the moment he set foot in it - having located (Y/N), he was willing to do anything, only for her to notice him and his new, dazzling paramour.

He didn't just want her to bite his carefully laid bait this time around - he needed her to. Simply put, he craved her attention.

But the game felt old and boring for the 5th year Gryffindor. (Y/N)'s ember eyes turned back on Borya, pushing down a laugh when she noticed how Aegon sat Vela right in front of them, onto his lap, settling on kissing her passionately.

Coughing in the back of her hand, the girl beamed at her new acquaintance.

"I'm sorry, you were saying?"

A loud bang could be heard from their front - plates full of food were now laying in pieces on the ground. Aegon's and Vela's clash of lips had ended long ago; just what were the two doing now?

Aggravated by her lack of response, Aegon had taken his escapade up a notch, now having placed Vela onto the Hufflepuff table, feeling her up nonchalantly.

His scorching need for a reaction was becoming unbearable. He itched to get something out of (Y/N), anything really - and she figured it out quite easily. The right course of action was for her to keep eating, look as unbothered as can be and keep conversing with Borya.

... Even so, the sight before her would have any witch or wizard twitch in annoyance. If she wanted to see a spectacle, she would have turned for a stroll in Percy's Tour.

Just as their voices started to warm up to moaning, (Y/N) gently sat her cuttery over the empty plate. She grabbed an apple from a nearby bowl of fruit, bidding Borya a shy goodnight, before turning on her toes to leave.

And, had she given the table one last parting look, she would have noticed how Aegon peeled himself off the girl with haste, angered and dissatisfied by the trivial end of their night.

"Stupid Aegon. Stupid Aegon and his stupid need to always start something stupid." (Y/N) fumed, whilst climbing the moving staircase. "How come Professor Hightower took points from an invitation to the dance, but won't bat an eye when his grandson swallows something else besides potatoes at dinner-ti--"

She crashes into a hard chest, and the oozing smell of fresh mint and murkwood tree invades her senses. She doesn't need to look up to confirm who she'd bumped into, but she does.

Ember eyes clash with lilac hues - Aemond, who had been talking to the old portrait of Merlin, keeps a hand close to her waist, barely grazing it. He looks at her, barely startled, but with a forming curiosity pertruding though his eye.

"... Aemond." The girl utters, barely above a whisper. She feels lightheaded, struck by the closeness of her oldest friend. The way she can cast upon his fair features, profiting off of their lack of distance, is almost sinful.

The male is the first to pull away, leaving her somehow wanting.

"(Y/N), I didn't see you there."

The Gryffindor feels a stream of indignation coursing through her veins. Aemond had been avoiding her all day, and these are the first words he tells her?

His velvety voice, his poised stance and his calloused hands, that delicately touched her not a moment ago. She could feel the heat of her body begining to rise, forgetting all about her previous anger.

"Aemond," she repeats once more, "where in Merlin's beard were you today?" She gave the wizard's portrait a quick glance, in order to check if he was piqued by the usage of his name, but was instead startled by how he unnoticedly stepped out of frame.

"Whatever do you mean?" Aemond hummed slightly, furrowing his perfect brows. "We saw eachother at breakfast, did we not?"

"We... yeah, we did. But we always walk together to dinner - I waited for you at the main entrance of the Great Hall, and then I went to check in front of your common room. ...Y-You weren't there."

She vexed herself with how desperate she had managed to sound. She prayed to whatever God would listen for Aemond to not notice.

His eye gave... nothing away. He looked almost bored, irked with her presence. For the thousanth time that day, (Y/N) had to blink away the tears that were threatening to leave her own. She removed her insistent stare from his face, and concentrated upon the books in her hands.

<Potions>, she read the glittering green title of the first textbook.

"Oh, right! You had that midterm paper to finish!" She quickly changed the subject, hoping to salvage what was left of her dignity. The following seconds were met with silence. "How was it?"

'Please just say something', she cursed in her head.

"I got an 'O' for it." Aemond said flatly, before turning oh his heel to resume his walk. Noticing how (Y/N) remained behind, he turned his head to her, jerking it in a gesture that urged her to follow him. "We mustn't stay in one place for too long. You know how the stairs have a mind of their own."

As the two climbed up the steps, (Y/N) fiddled with her black robes - she coughed in the back of her hand and offered Aemond the red apple she had taken from dinner.

"Since..." she began softly, "Since we're walking up instead of down, I assumed you'd skip dinner."

Aemond let out a strained grunt, accepting the fruit from her extended hand. He made no attempt of eating it, however, and simply placed it in an inner pocket of his coat. "Thank you."

The girl pressed her lips in a firm line, nodding strongly, before welcoming the enveloping silence.

A minute, maybe two passed. The tension could be cut by a knife; (Y/N)'s brain was working overtime, faced with his unanswered question.

'Were were you?'

As if he could read her mind, Aemond turned his head to the side. "I asked Alys Rivers to the dance today."

The simplicity of his words left the girl befuddled. "What?" She asked before she could compose herself.

"That's what I was doing. You asked earlier." He clarified almost immediately. His face was still away from her. The only thing (Y/N) could do was guess the expression he was wearing by the tone of his voice, and that was a difficult task.

Alys Rivers. The beautiful 7th year Slytherin - a witch coming from a very powerful family. One of the few half-bloods of her house, she had never met her mother, yet was taken in by her father, Lyonel Strong, almost immediately after her birth.

She was a cold beauty, ethereal in her own right, and (Y/N) couldn't help but painfully smile at the realisation: that she was exactly the type of girl she saw Aemond going for. Perfect, without a flaw to her face or selective character.

The thick coat of jealousy that hugged her frame became almost too much. (Y/N) felt how the air in her lungs spent itself. She felt the warm tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. Too afraid that she hadn't said anything in a while, the witch laced her pained voice with a beaming timbre.

"I'm so happy for you, Aemond! You two make for a very handsome pair!"

She swallowed hard, trying to level herself once more. What was even worse, apart from the fact that she could see it from a mile away, was that she had nothing bad to say of Alys.

Not once had the older witch been cruel to her. Not once had she bullied her, talked ill of her, or her group of friends.

(Y/N) couldn't be mad at her. She couldn't hate her. And that was what stung the most.

"Wow, we got here quick, didn't we?" She exclaimed rather loudly. The girl thanked the stars in the sky and the moon above her head for both their agile steps. At least in her common room, she wouldn't have to see Aemond.

She turned her back quickly on him, muttering the week's password, before stepping foot into the clustered tunnel.

"Thanks for bringing me to my room, Aemond. See you tomorrow, and congrats again!"

The door that closed with the last of her words left a very confused Aemond in their stead. Mouth still agape, as if wanting to add something, he took in a deep breath, somehow dissatisfied by her abrupt departure.

Then again, he himself was to blame for not saying all he wanted that day.

(Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief when the smell of crackling fire finally hit her nose. She prolonged her body against the cold stone wall, taking in a deep breath in order to calm her nerves. When she felt ready, she got up from the ground and made her way across to the Common Room, smiling widely at the lounge of people.

Her tranquility was short lived when she saw Jacerys and Baela, sitting oh so deliciously close to one another on the nearest sofa.

For a second, she froze in her place. The couple seemed to be engrossed in conversation; Jace's arm was draped over Baela's shoulder, both bodies relaxed in front of the fire place. A small blush crept over her cheeks. Jace huffed at something the Targaryen whispered to him, and (Y/N) decided she had seen enough.

Walking past them with renowed vigour, she all but ran to the girls' dorm room, shutting the door swiftly behind her.

As soon as her head hit the cold pillows, (Y/N) felt disheartened. She thought back on what Aegon said, how it was so sad for a girl to go alone to such an event.

She felt angry with herself - for causing a scene with both Jace and Aemond. After all, they didn't owe her anything, and it wasn't their obligation to ask her to the Yule Ball.

The hurt in her chest would last her the whole night, but along with the pang of pain, she was now feeling guilt.

Jace and Baela, she poundered, along with Aemond and Alys, were perfect for eachother. Even Aegon and Vela made for a cute couple. Bringing one of the pillows to her face, (Y/N) groaned her heart out.

It wasn't as though she was unattractive, or she felt as though she would die alone: but it was so unfair, that every boy whom she fancied ended up not looking at her twice.

No. She wouldn't allow herself to sulk over such a trivial thing. And she would definitely not end up seated on a chair throughout the whole night at the ball, looking miserable for either boy to see.

Suddenly, Borya's face lit in her mind. Determined to end her night right, she thrusted herself up from the bed, doning her shoes back on.

Thanks to the obsessive gossip surrounding him, she knew the young man always took a run along the castle's lake at this hour.

(Y/N) smirked to herself. A light jogging sounded just perfect tonight.

The final week before the Yule Ball went rather smoothly. Much to her own dismay, (Y/N) had been avoiding both Jacerys and Aemond.

The males had searched for her long and wide, but whenever one of them would get close to her, (Y/N) always found a way to leave almost immediately.

She wasn't proud of what she was doing. Although an immature reaction, the girl still felt the pang of jealousy and hurt whenever she'd see them with their respective dates.

It was better to avoid them altogether, she concluded.

The gradient dress felt tight against her skin. With each and every step she took, it shifted in colour - from a rich black, to a deep blue and a crimson red. Her hair was up in a braided bun, some loose strands resting upon her slender shoulders, neatly framing her face.

The forming echo of her footsteps washed an eery calmness over her. She couldn't be too fashionably late to the Yule Ball, as she'd have to dance with Borya in the opening waltz; thus, she happily skipped the next stairs in her descent.

Only one last turn separated her from the clustered hall, that led to the ajar doors of the celebration. Taking in one deep breath, (Y/N) made her entrance.

Both Jace and Aegon were made to scurry away by Professor Lynnen, the Head of the Hufflepuffs. Only Aemond remained waiting, as Alys, turned away from him, was talking with one of her friends with joyous interest. He himself was glancing at the appearance of his sister, Helaena, who was spinning around with her own partner.

"Oh, she looks beautiful, Aemond!" Alys exclaimed, coming near her handsome date.

"Yes, she is." He agreed proudly, still looking at his buoyant sister. Realising they weren't looking in the same direction, the Slytherin adjusted his body to face the main entrance to the Great Hall.

He was sure that his heart nearly stopped.

There (Y/N) was, in all her beauty, slowly walking in the direction of their resting bodies. For just a second, Aemond caught himself taking a step forward, wanting to offer the girl his arm.

The air in the room became impossible to bear for him - had she always looked so... ethereal? Her dusted cheeks, the red lips that flowered to a smile when she saw... she saw... Borya?

His trance broke as fast as it began. Before him stepped the champion of the Durmstrang school, who deeply bowed before the woman, eliciting her a small laugh, as he extended his arm out.

He could make her laugh too.

Borya was quick to cup her dainty hand into his own strong one, leading her away and to the grand entrance.

Eyes wide, as if she had just noticed him, (Y/N) offered him a small wave, giggling cheerfully.

"Hey," Alys clung onto his arm, "we should get going too. The main dance is about to start!"

Poor Aemond, still following his friend with his eye, curtly nodded before taking her arm.

Inside, (Y/N) felt like she was flying.

The way Borya was spinning her around, showing her off to everyone in the room with eyes to watch - the way his very own roamed over her face and figure, making her feel safe and desired - was more than anyone in her place could ask for.

Aegon and his date rested in a corner, the gossip surrounding them no different than the one they engaged in.

"Is that... is that (Y/N) (L/N)? With Borya Moore?" Vela chirped loudly next to Aegon's ear. Her eyes were shimmering stars, a swirl of both glee and mild jealousy as she followed the two on the dance floor.

"What...? No way. No, that's... don't be ridiculous. That's impossible! It-It couldn't be her."

Vela's eyes snapped in the direction of her partner, who couldn't seem to stop shaking his head. "Absolutely not." He proclaimed though a strangled breath, more so to convince himself rather than anyone else. "(Y/N) is far too..."

"Gorgeous." Came in the completion, given by none other than Jacerys Velaryon, who, just as the others, would not get his eyes off her. Baela, sympathetically to his right, jabbed his side playfully.

"I told you you'd regret not asking her."

"I tried! I was just... too late." He let out in an exasperrated breath, sighing dreamily as he caught another glimpse of (Y/N)'s dress.

"Next time, pluck up the courage to do it sooner."

"Trust me, I'll take this regret to my grave."

Aegon's face collapsed upon itself. Swishing his finger around accusingly at Jace's face, he managed to blurt out;

"You...! You asked - you asked her. To the ball."

"I was going to." Jace pouted, running a hand down his face. "I bought fireworks and even bribed the student choir to sing her favourite song."

"And why didn't you put your plan in action?" Aegon asked over his shoulder, as he filled his punch cup to the brim. Digging into his dress robes, he pulled out a flask of alcohool, completely draining it before setting his lips on the fruit juice.

"Same reason as you didn't? She was already going with someone else."

At that, Aegon almost spat his drink out. "No, no," he vehemently denied, "I didn't even want to ask her to the dance. I assure you."

Vela looked at him stupefied, while Baela only smirked.

"Of course."

"I didn't!!" He rebuttled.

"Sure." His cousin mused with the same untrusting look.

Throwing Baela one last dirty look, Aegon groaned in disbelief, seeing how Borya lifted (Y/N) into his arms, for the fifth time during that damned song. He deflated into a nearby seat, pulling Vela down with him, and started mumbling to himself.

Jace didn't need much coaxing to follow suit.

Thoughout the night, they gawked and grovelled. Jace took the time to dance with Baela once, twice - as to not let her be alone in missing out on all the fun. Meanwhile, Aegon couldn't be bothered to move from his chair, despite Vela's insistent huffs and obvious hints.

"Bit of a ruddy pumpkinhead, isn't he?" Aegon spat in his drink, lilac eyes glaring daggers into the brunette's back.

"I don't think it was the books that had him going to the library, now that's for sure." Jace commented, not a heartbeat later.

Their souring moods only worsened as the night progressed and (Y/N)'s giggles filled the room.

"What do you think he's even saying to her? Nothing of importance, I bet."

"Oh look at me, I'm Borya Moore and I come from Russia. My accent is deep and my muscles are twice the weigh of my bloody head." Aegon immitated the older man with a skill and tenacity that must have been induced by practice.

"Do you wanna make out?" Vela asked Aegon suddenly, aggravated by the circling conversation.

"No." Came his simple reply.

"May I have your arm?" The deep voice of yet another Durmstrang student cut through their conversation. Bowing lightly before Baela, the Targaryen snickered in amusement.

She grabbed a hold of his hand with gratitude, nodding fevereshly. "Arm, leg - I'm yours."

... And then there were three.

"Do you wanna have sex?" Vela tried once again.

"No." The blonde man sighed.

"... Are you gonna ask me to dance or not?!"

For the first time that night, Aegon turned to look at her. "No."

Ired to no end by his catty behaviour, the Ravenclaw finally relented. She abruptly got up from her chair, going to the closest group of boys she could find and striking up a conversation. Soon enough, even she was dancing her heart out.

Aemond too, took care of his date. But as the end of the night approached them, and the more upbeat songs began to play, Alys couldn't help but start to take offence.

"Your heart's not in it, my dragon." She remarked dryly, moving his chin to face her for the millionth time that night. Slowly stroking his cheek, she tried closing in the distance between them, only to have Aemond jerk his head away.

"Now what is the matter with you?" She demanded, masking her impatience as a seering question. Her green eyes followed his, stopping in their tracks at the sight of the wavy locks of (Y/N) (L/N), the object of her date's pending attention.

"Truly, Aemond? This is the reason you're so distracted?"

A low hum escaped his lips. He turned his saddened gaze on Alys, who smoothly added distance between their sweat stained bodies. She had weighed her words very carefully, now awaiting his answer with a quirked brow.

"It could never be in it." He sighed heavily, reffering to her first statement. "My heart." He added stiffly. "Not while she's here."

A buffled snort escaped Alys' black stained lips. She fully expected Aemond to need more coaxing to admit his true feelings - yet here he was, biting his inner cheek somewhat apologetically.

"I see." She finally spoke though grittered teeth, "And why have you not asked her to the Ball in the first place; You thought it more amusing to waste my time instead?"

"I had thought it a course of action that would suit us both." He answered flatly. Aemond's eye cast over her shoulder, darkening slightly, "I apologise for the inconvenience. Believe me, it was most uncontiously done."

His words were unoriginal, and lacking of any true meaning. For a moment, Alys wanted to curse him for having played with her heart, to scream at him, for daring to shame her so with his open admition of feelings.

But that was only for a moment - for she remembered that she was Alys Rivers, a beautiful and powerful witch, who would not need his approval to bring forth either blessing or calamity.

Gathering her wits about her, she crossed her arms in front of her, shaking her head at his frozen face.

"You should never have done it. Hurt her or attempt to confuse me."

His jaw clenched tightly at the notion of having hurt his dearest friend. And it took all his restraint not to leave Alys alone, in order whisk (Y/N) off the dance floor and apologise, on his knees if he had to, for being so cold towards her.

As if she could read his mind, Alys tutted in feigned annoyance. "Go." she simply said, "Go after her. Or don't, and waste your time in here." Her pretty eyes now held an amused glint in them.

Aemond's very own softened at her - mirroring her beguiled stance, he clasped his hands behind his back, adding on thickly:

"You can slap me if you'd like."

Alys' eyebrows raised in pure wonder, the gesture itself, bigger than all of her reactions that night. She let her head fall back with a mirthled laugh, calming down only after the man's face began to relax.

Snapping back into place, she looked for confirmation in his eyes, before laying a loud slap over his left cheek, kissing it fleetingly afterwards.

"I won't keep you company anymore, you do understand." She said, mildly distracted. And, should she have felt any inflection of sadness, the girl masked it well; turning her back on him, the locks of her black hair whipped his face.

Aemond allowed a small smirk to grace his lips, feeling the rough edges of his scar with two slender fingers. The powerful slap would sure leave a mark (if it hadn't already), but he was greateful for Alys' choice in hitting the only numb spot that he had on his body.

"Don't worry, brother. It gets better after the first time." Both Aegon's delivery and his Cheshire Cat smile told the Slytherin everything he needed to know. His 'breakup' had been very public and wholeheartedly raveled in by his older brother.

While both opened their mouths to say something crass, neither would get the chance to exchange their choice words. The loud applause of the crowd signaled that last song of the night had ended, and with it, so did (Y/N) and Borya's ditzying.

Both brothers had to stiffle a growl at the sight of the Durmstrang boy, kissing (Y/N)'s hands delicately, before stepping away to a faraway table.

The girl looked after him for a while, before spinning thrice in place, breathless from all the ensued dancing. She felt her friends' insistent gaze on her, and she turned to face them, breaking out into a bubbly laugh.

"Hot, isn't it?" She asked as she approached them, "Borya's gone to get some drinks. Would you care to join us?"

Her chest, heaving in and out at a rapid pace, the light tremour of her body... Aegon scoffed harshly at the sight.

"No. We would not care to join you and Borya."

(Y/N)'s smile falthered at his coarse reply. Her eyebrows furrowed, her beautiful smile quickly turning to a frown. "Well what's got your wand in a knot?"

Aegon puffed in indignation, blowing some rebel hairs from his face. He soon made his way to the table Jacerys was sitting at; Aemond and (Y/N) following shortly after.

"He's a Durmstrang. You're fraternizing with the enemy." Aegon spoke in a matter of fact tone, not even bothering to look at her.

"The enemy? Who was it that wanted to be his friend a week ago?" (Y/N) questioned, dumbfounded.

Aegon's eyes settled on the ground. He buried himself in his chair, not daring to look at the girl again.

"Besides," (Y/N) continued, fully aggravated, "The whole point of the tournament is... <international magical cooperation>. To make friends."

"Hah, I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind." It was Jace's turn to speak, who turned beet rouge the second (Y/N)'s attention turned to him. Peeling her teary eyes away from his, she looked at Aegon and Aemond. Each avoiding her stare, neither jumping to her defense.

Sneering at their new unspoken antourage and nodding her head in understanding, she got up from her central seat. "How dare you..." was the only thing she muttered, before getting lost in the crowd once more.

"We're only saying that he's using you." Aegon yelled after her fleeting form, sprinting to catch up to (Y/N).

"Thank you, but i can take care of myself." She spewed sarcastically over her shoulder, shocked that they were still stuck on that topic of conversation.

"I severely doubt it." Aemond spoke calmly, "He's way too old for you."

"What? Is that what you think?" The younger witch enquired, now even more enraged by her best friend's allusion.

"Mm, yes. That is what I think." He rejoinded, walking by her side again. The pressure on his heart tightened by the second, but he would not relent. Though he had never felt this way before, Aemond realised what his brain was urging him to do: completely ruin his best friend's night.

It was an ugly thing. But the only thing he believed would bring comfort forth.

(Y/N)'s walking came to an abrupt halt.

"Between me and him, there is a two year age gap. The same can be said for you and Alys, as far as I can remember."

"That's different." Aemond warned her though a low spat.

"How." The Gryffindor asked, forcing out a laugh.

His hands came to grip her shoulders. Although his movements had the intent to keep her looking at him in place, his touch was light and feathered - should she wish to, the girl could easily twist herself away.

His darkened eye came to rest upon her. What Aemond couldn't say, he tried his damnest to show through his stare.

"It's different because Alys is a woman and Borya is a man." Aegon answered in Aemond's stead, snickering lightly at her naivité.

That was the last straw for (Y/N). Peeling Aemond's hands off of her, she turned to face both men, almost shaking in rage.

"You really like that double standard, don't you?" (Y/N) pointed her finger at him, "So what say you is the difference between me and Vela, then? Your age gap with her is two years as well and you think yourself a man."

"Not all of us are like that."

"Like Borya."

"Yeah." He accentuated with an unruffled laugh.

"You know the solution then, don't you?" She tentatively said, closing the distance between them slightly.

"Go on." Aegon demurred through a raised brow.

"Next time there's a ball, pluck up the courage to ask me before somebody else does! Offer me a real invitation. And not as a last resort!"

Tears were now freely streaming down her face. Before their eyes, (Y/N) could feel her hair falling into a mess and her cheeks reddening from the lack of air. Aegon's eyes widened and Aemond's hand reached out to her reflexively.

"W-well that's... that's just completely off the point!" Aegon's voice cracked nervously, now taking several steps back. "Jace...!" He blurted out, seeing his nephiew finally exit the Great Hall.

Aemond didn't turn to greet him, but (Y/N) did. Her eyes were blown out of proportion and her voice was hoarse from yelling. Upon seeing his face, all of the frustrations that she'd bottled up for the past two weeks emptied before them with the strenght of a hurricane.

"Where have you been?" She inhaled sharply.

"W-well Luke needed me to --"

"-- Nevermind! Off to bed, all three of you!"

Jacerys looks at her for a moment - at her tightened lips and teary cheeks.

The guilt pierces his heart like a Dementor's kiss. He knows he's half the reason for (Y/N)'s suffering, her tears only coming into play as a confirmation of how badly he'd hurt her.

Not knowing what to say, fearful that anything else he may add will only ruin her night even further, he nods his head briefly, hurrying past her.

He's climbing the steps with Aegon; Aemond pushed to follow as well by (Y/N)'s trembling hands.

"They get scary when they get older." Aegon articulates to Jace loudly, ripping a loud shriek from the heartbroken girl.

"AEGON, YOU SPOILED EVERYTHING!"

The boys climb up even faster as (Y/N) collapses, a faint "You bloody asshole" being the last thing she discerns before erupting into a fit of sobs.

At last, as soon as she approached her bed, (Y/N)'s feet gave out on supporting her weight.

Looking around the dark room, saddened by the end of such a beautiful day, she noticed how all the other beds were empty. None of her dorm mates returned - all of them more than likely still ghosting though the halls of Hogwarts. Still seating at the edge of her bed, the young girl brought a pillow to her arms, hugging it tightly.

She would take off her make-up, undo what was left of her braids. She'd bathe, change into her night clothes and sleep: during her slumber, she'd soon forget all about the Yule Ball and it's rattling events.

Her life would turn back to normal. Back to the missing assignments and staying up till 2 AM.

The last concept within her trail of thought brought a strained smile upon her swollen lips.

She shakes her head, massaging the nape of her neck with one hand. She gets ready to leave for the Prefect Bathrooms until...

A large shadow grazes the floor of her dorm. Startled, albeit curious of it's main source, (Y/N) scurries to the bright window, peeking outside.

A tiny rock gets thrown on the upper left corner of it. And then another. And another.

Her eyes travel up into the sky, catching a wave of long, silver hair.

... Aemond.

Satisfied that he managed to get her attention, he lowers his broom until he is at precise eye level with her.

A sudden burst of happiness flourishes within her heart.

No.

The last time she'd been eager to see Aemond, the boy all but chased her away. Not even two hours ago, he was dancing with Alys Rivers, paying no mind to her or her crushed feelings.

But then he wasn't. And then he gripped her. Touched her. He stayed behind for her. His eye bore into her frame, searching for her wide smile.

Still lost in thought, she felt Aemond tap into the window, signaling to it's nearby handle. It was cold outside, and he wanted her to open up.

A tiny smile framed her face. Shrugging her shoulders, (Y/N) played with her dress, watching the older male intensely.

Aemond mirrored her expression, pleading with his eye, until (Y/N) finally yielded. She hurried to open her window, making space for an easier landing for her friend.

"What I did to you," Aemond began with a strangled breath, "It was more than just wrong and cruel."

Now leaning on a wall and clasping both her hands together, the younger Gryffindor let out a confirming mumble.

"I know."

"You were always... here for me. Encouraging me." He added slowly, carefully. "When I lost my eye, I thought you would run away. ... Or make fun of me for being crippled."

(Y/N) turned livid at his words. With renowed vigour, she snapped in her place. "Aemond, I would never make fun of you for such a thing. Nor would I ever run."

"I know, I know." He whispered to her softly, daring to approach her and take her hands in his.

He prayed she wouldn't turn away.

When her hands turned lax within his, Aemond thanked whichever God had answered him, swearing his heartbeat became so loud, that all those within the West Tower could hear it.

"You were nothing short of kind. And good. And full of love. The day you kissed over my disfigured face, was the day I swore to always be by your side. As much, and for as long as you'd allow me."

(Y/N) let out a strained breath. She had never heard Aemond talk so feverently. So full of passion.

His pupil, so dilated by love and concentration, that one could barely see the ring of purple she had grown to love so much.

"You did all those things. Expecting nothing in return." As he pondered on her doings, his shuddering hand buried itself into his ball robes.

One by one, he took out all the objects that (Y/N) had given him selflessly throughout their friendship. An apple, stolen from dinner. A handkerchief, used to tie his bleeding knee. A brown hair band, from when his hair had gotten too long for comfort. A red button from her favourite dress, when he lost the one securing his robes, and cried to her that his mother would get mad at him.

Placing everything on the table, he used his free hand to gently cup her face.

"Yet when you needed me most, I ran away." His thumb slowly stroked her bottom lip, then gently moved to her eyes, wiping the black streaks of liner that her crying ensured.

The pair stood in silence for a brief moment, their blood running hot with need, with want, until Aemond swallowed and went on.

"I have no right to ask for your forgiveness." His breathing became laboured before coming to a halt. "So I'm not asking for it. I'm begging for it." As soon as the words left his mouth, the youngest Targaryen fell to his knees.

"... For you."

"God, Aemond...!"

His stare was getting too intense. As if he himself could feel that, he brought her hands down to his face, pressing his forehead against them.

Both their bodies were shaking in the dark. For the thousanth time that night, Aemond cursed himself for being so weak with her.

"Aemond..."

He knew he would never adore anything more than the way his name fell from her lips.

"... I love you." He whispered to (Y/N) and, if she couldn't feel his breath on her hands, she would be sure she had imagined it.

Waves of pure delight took a hold of her when she heard his strained words. Suddenly, all she thought of was how to make him say it again.

"Please - Aemond. Say it again. Please." She gasped, breathless.

"I love you. I love you. Avy jorrāelan. Avy jorrāelan sīr olvie ziry ziebzis."

His desperate pants melted any reminder of (Y/N)'s last resort. Crouching down to his level, she cupped his cheeks into her small hands, making small circles into his skin, tenderly stroking his deep and pink scar.

"I love you, too. So, so much."

That was all the confirmation Aemond needed, before kissing her oh so slowly.

The way his right hand rubbed her jaw soothingly, as if she would break at any moment, his left resting on her waist, pulling her closer - it was truly magical.

For a while, the only sound in the dorm was the echo of their moans and the loud gasps of the wind.

(Y/N) pulled away first, needed fresh air to breathe. Within a second, she dived back in, this time pressing herself harder against Aemond's chest, who only let out a low and satisfied hum.

"Mm, wait --" (Y/N) separated from him with a loud pop. "I hate to be a mood killer, but... w-what about Alys?"

Aemond looked at her adoringly, before licking his lips tentatively. "I can assure you. There was never room in my heart for Alys. Neither could there ever be."

(Y/N) let out a relieved laugh. "Good. Me neither, with Borya." She confessed rather awkwardly, and it was the boy's time to laugh this time. "I would have guessed as much." He said with a dangerous glint in his eye, "With how hard you kissed me, there was barely room for question."

"Speaking of hard things..." The girl mused at him, lightly shoving him away.

The two looked at each other for a moment, before snorting loudly.

Still holding onto her, Aemond went to the edge of her bed, plopping her into it ceremoniously, and stepping towards her window to close it back up. "I don't want you cold."

Striding back into her bed, he laid next to her, brushing the tangled hairs from all around her face. "Though I can think of a few ways to warm you right up."

As she blushed wildly, (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him. Her smiled falthered, however, with one left lingering question, and she raised from her bed, ready to talk serious business.

Sensing the change of mood, Aemond sat upright as well, going over her face. "What happened, jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson? What's on your mind?"

"This..." (Y/N) gestured between them. "Us. What are we now, exactly?" A smirk crept it's way across Aemond's features at that last question. Huffing, (Y/N) crossed her hands to her chest, nudging him slightly. "Don't make fun of me now. I only... want to hear you say it. To make sure we're on the same wave lenght."

"I suppose the appropriate term is 'lovers'. Though, girlfriend and boyfriend work just as well. Companions, innamoratos, paramours, sweethearts..."

"Okay, okay, I got it, thank you." The girl covered his mouth with a loud laugh and felt the great shudder of pleasure, when Aemond covered her hand with his own, kissing the inside flesh of it softly.

"I have long laid my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood. From now on, and for as long as you will have me - I am yours. And eternally I shall remain."

His tone was serious. Unwavered. And something within (Y/N) knew his words to be true.

"You may cage me forever, as you see fit, just do not release me from your grasp."

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Translations:

"Avy jorrāelan" = I love you;

"Avy jorrāelan sīr olvie ziry ziebzis" = I love you so much it hurts;

"Jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson" = love of my life.

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#aemond x reader #aegon x reader #jace x reader #jacerys x reader #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #jacerys strong #jacerys velaryon #house of the dragon #hogwarts #hogwarts au #slow burn #yandere!jace #yandere!aemond

[omgkatherine01]

The Sun in the Dragon House - Masterlist

Left to die out in the cold forest of King's Landing, a baby girl only a few days old, was rescued and taken in by Criston Cole, a knight of Queen Alicent. Her name was now Vera Cole. She was now Criston's daughter. Growing up, she was raised along side the Targaryen princes.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader & Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader & Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Prologue Chapter 15

Chapter 1 Chapter 16

Chapter 2 Chapter 17

Chapter 3 Chapter 18 Coming soon

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

#team green #house of the dragon #aemond imagine #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #aegon ii imagine #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x oc #aegon ii x oc #aegon x reader #jacerys velaryon #jacerys strong #jacerys velaryon x reader #jacerys velaryon x oc #criston cole #nina dobrev #fabien frankel #tom glynn carneye #ewan mitchell #harry collett

[sleepparalysisdemon112]

They Won’t know

A/N sorry I haven’t been that active! Requests are open for all got or hotd characters!!

Warnings: smut, nothing too bad wonderful Jace

pairing: fem!reader x Jace 

It took a week. 

A week to lure him in and have him around your finger. 

Now here you were looking down on him. His chest was heaving his skin burning under your palms, you took time to look at all of his birthmarks, parts of his skin, his being you wanted to save for later. 

In that moment, when you first lowered yourself onto his length is when you realized that being a princess’ handmaiden had its perks. 

When the heirs’ sons had come back after so many years you had stared out at Jace, looking for any opportunity you could to be near him, besides, you were the only one, besides her mother, that would listen to the Princess Helena’s tales and facts. 

It was wrong, seducing him, but those eyes, his respectful demeanor it was all too much, you knew you had to have him, and now you did.

It started with one of your fellow maidens, the only one you trusted. You had told her to direct the prince to the wrong room, telling her to tell him this is where his mother’s room would be in case of emergency, but in reality, it was the maiden’s washing rooms, and you had been innocently enough bathing when he walked in. 

Stunned her quickly covered his eyes, but you saw it. You saw him peak; you saw his pale cheeks heat with color. 

Then it only took the next few days, a game of cat and mouse, denial, and acceptance 

You let out a loud noise, and he quickly brought his sweaty palms to your heavenly lips, “They’ll- they’ll hear,” you smiled into his hands and swiftly moved your hips against his, leaving a groan to slip from his lips. “A prince can’t enjoy himself,” you spoke in between breathes. 

He opened his brown eyes, and despite the lewd situation you swear he was an ascendant of the gods, that charming face, not demanding anything, just enjoying you. 

“You’re so beautiful,” his voice was low, he was obviously nervous his hands fidgeting, you grabbed them and brought them to your breasts, “You can touch me, I promise I won’t break,” but you were sure if that were true, if he were just a bit more experienced you could tell he could have you anytime, you could never tell him no.

You moved your hips again, his eyes shutting once more. He was trying so hard to keep it together, you found it adorable. “Let go, my prince,” you leaned down and placed a kiss to his glistening forehead. 

he moved his hands from your chest to your back, grabbing ahold and softly flipping the two of you over, him now on top. You yelped in surprise, and he kissed your lips harshly, silencing your lewd noises. “Good, you can speed up,” and that he did, he set a steady pace, his grip loosing, feeding into the lust of a man untouched. 

He let his lips leave yours and kissed your neck, your breasts sucking on one of your nipples and guiding his hands down to your hips, before leaning his chests back up and going at a fast pace. You clamped your hand tightly over your mouth as he flew his head back letting go of all self-control. 

You knew he wouldn’t last long, but it didn’t matter to you, this was enough. It was enough to see a man who deserved pleasure, receive it. 

He was soon to release, eyes squinting as he caught his breathe, the feeling of a princes’ seed inside you made you even more enthused with the man on top of you. 

He leaned down placing his head in-between the crook of your neck, and you allowed your hands to run through his wonderful brown hair.

“I think- this is the best I’ve felt,”

#jace targaryen #Jacerys x reader #jace velaryon x reader #Jace #Jacerys strong #hotd #Jace smut #jace x reader #Jace Targaryen x reader #Jace targaryan imagine #Jace Velaryon imagine #Jace Velaryon smut #hotd smut #game of throne ssmut #house of the dragon smut #hotd imagine #jace fluff

[gracielikegrapes]

Some fanart from my own FixIT AU

#fanart #hotd au #fixit!au #aemond targaryen #daemon targeryan #rhaena targaryen #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #helaena targaryen #jacerys velaryon #jacerys strong

[admistedenslush]

Eve’s Curse ( part 2)

Aemond Targaryen/Reader/Jace Velaryon

Summary: In paradise, you and Jace live peacefully until a fallen angel disturbs the peace.

Warnings: nsfw, fem!reader,

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Bringing Jace into partaking of the flesh of the hanging fruit, colored like the deepest crimson, was a task easily accomplished with your guiding presence. Despite being blessed with godlike attributes, his mortal nature meant that he knew the concept of surrender well. This was the mutual understanding shared between you and Jace. Submissive inclination seemed to flow within both of you.

And then there was Aemond, resplendent with flowing locks of ethereal silver and wings that towered above even his own form, was more than just a purveyor of pleasure–he offered enlightenment of the mind as well.

“The Gods desire you subservient, feeble. Have you forgotten Baela, Jace? She defied the act of submission, and thus she descended into the depths of darkness.”

Aemond's voice resonated with fervor as he cast his eyes downward, his expression tinged with sorrow.

“Thrown from divine favor, scorned as a demon, Baela's fate was cruelly born.”

Jace's brows furrowed as a wave of recollection washed over him, bringing back memories of his first companion, Beala. The gods held disdain for Beala's unwavering strength and authority, resulting in her sudden vanishing.

Perplexed, you peered at Aemond, searching for answers, before turning your gaze towards Jace, your confusion evident.

The fallen angel glided towards you, his face adorned with a sad but knowing smile. He conveyed a depth of understanding, as he spoke with a voice that carried both lament and compassion. His words cascaded from his lips like notes from a melancholic melody, and his eyes gleaming with wisdom borne of countless ages.

“You, woven with threads of vulnerability and humility, your very form shaped at an angle unfamiliar. But know this: the clay that birthed your being was diluted and diluted again, like vessels tainted with the weight of shame. They believed a woman should forever dwell in the shadow of a man, confined to a space predetermined. Can such a twisted perception ever be called love?”

Aemond knelt down before the two of you, his hair grazing the ground. He stared intently at you both, his sudden movement catching you off guard. However, without skipping a beat, he continued speaking.

“I, once the brightest star in the heavens, have fallen to the earth below. My flames flicker weakly, my radiance dimmed. Once favored like you, I am now banished to hell. And yet, I humbly bow to your will, ready to assist you as an equal.”

You and Jace exchanged empathetic glances as you observed him, filled with compassion.

“They unjustly ripped away my eye from me in a mere instant, a casualty of a thoughtless dispute.”

You lowered yourself to a kneeling position too, embracing Aemond's visage in your hands. Though a gentle burn danced upon your skin, there was an intoxicating, pleasurable quality to the sensation. It was a blissful torment, a pain that brought an exquisite sense of satisfaction.

His melodious hum filled the air, reverberating through your core as his fingertips caressed your forearms. Each stroke was a tender invitation, a delicate dance between touch and sound that conveyed a profound connection between you.

Aemond placed his fingers on your chin, drawing you closer until your lips met in a deep kiss. His tongue danced with yours, exploring the depths of your mouth in a passionate and intimate embrace.

When the angel's lips parted from yours, a gentle sigh escaped you. You kept your eyes closed, basking in the intoxicating feeling of his touch. Your lips, still pursed in a silent plea, yearned for the return of his soft caress.

Aemond smiled, his eyes meeting Jace's, an impish glint shining within them. With confident playfulness, he spoke, his voice carrying a delightful anticipation.

“Come, Jace. I want you to have a taste as well.”

The air crackled, bearing an enticing invitation that hinted at shared desires and intimate discoveries. In that instance, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the three of you poised on the precipice of an exhilarating journey into uncharted territory.

Jace's heart raced as he watched the two of you, already feeling a surge of pleasure. Beads of sweat traced their way down his forehead, and he eagerly accepted the invitation to join in.

“Go ahead, Jace,” Aemond encouraged. “Kiss her and let her see just how much she means to you.”

You broke out into giggles, pulling Jace down to the ground. Your lips met his neck, trailing kisses along his skin and then down to his chest, indulging in a gentle bite on his hardened nipple. Jace's mouth parted, unable to contain the raw, guttural moan that erupted from deep within him. His eyes were squeezed shut, tightly clenched.

“What's happening to me, Aemond?” Jace rasped, his voice both vulnerable and filled with longing as he sought understanding.

With silent grace, the angel didn't utter a word, but extended a hand towards you, guiding your fingers to Jace's hard cock. The angel's touch was both gentle and commanding as they guided your hand in smooth, deliberate strokes, coaxing waves of bliss to wash over Jace.

Before Jace could finish, Aemond interjected, pulling your palm away from its place.

“Sweet thing,” Aemond murmured, his breath warm against your skin, “let him squirm. Don't let him take his satisfaction so easily, for he hasn't earned it. You deserve more, don't you?”

The tantalizing proposition hung in the air, inviting you to partake in a game of desire and control. Aemond's words ignited a primal instinct within you, prompting a delicious and exhilarating power shift, where you could tease and deny Jace's pleasure, ensuring every moment was savored to the fullest.

“Yes, you're right,” you murmured, your voice barely audible. Without hesitation, you took Jace in your mouth.

Aemond's voice carried a sinister edge as he said, “Indeed, like so… and when his trembling resumes, simply let it slip from your grasp.”

Jace's face was obscured by the weight of his sweat-soaked brown curls. While he was desperate for any kind of relief, he found it difficult to listen to the both of you. Unbeknownst to him, the plans to subject him to torture went unheard, leaving him oblivious to the impending ordeal.

The relentless torment went on unabated, pushing Jace to the limits of endurance. His cock turned a fiery red, its skin worn and raw from the ceaseless friction and pressure, throbbing with a mixture of anticipation and pain. As Jace's tormented mumbling and desperate struggles persisted, Aemond, compelled to restrain him for his safety, resorted to a forceful yet strategic measure. Aemond secured both of Jace's hands, rendering them helpless, pressed against the unyielding ground. Despite the restriction, Jace's body stayed to writhe and contort.

“Please, I implore you, put an end to this,” he cried out, his voice filled with desperation.

Aemond reached out, his fingers brushing against his cheek, and whispered in his ear,

“Yes, I think we ought to do that, Jace. I think it's your turn now. How do you need her? On all fours? Or would you rather taste her?”

Jace's eyes narrowed with a smoldering intensity.

“I want her on all fours,” he asserted, his voice filled with possession.

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so sorry I wanted to finish this but I haven’t written smut in years I forgot how to😭😭 I kept cringing at my writing

@valleyof-goldenlilies

#house of the dragon #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond x fem!reader #jacerys velaryon #jacerys strong #jacerys x reader #smut #aemond targaryen #hotd smut #hotd aemond

[ignitedminds27]

It's April 2023 and I still miss Ser Harwin Strong.

#house of the dragon #ser harwin strong #hotd #harwin strong #ryan corr #ser harwin #rhaenyra x harwin #ser harwin death #aussie actor #aussie man #jacerys velaryon #jacerys targaryen #jacerys strong #house strong #lucerys velaryon #jacaerys x lucerys #lucerys targaryen #lucerys strong #games of thrones

[marshsano]

Elliot Grihault and Harry Collett redraw after the disaster that was the hotd finale. I am simply delusional, and I believe that hotd ended at episode 8.

Here’s the original picture!

#hotd fanart #hotd #hotd meme #lucerys velaryon #lucerys targaryen #prince lucerys #lucerys strong #jacerys targaryen #jacerys #lucerys #jacerys velaryon #jacerys strong #rhaenyra targaryen #jace velaryon #luke velaryon #house of the dragon fanart #house of the dragon

[elissanatok]

-𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄

pairing: Aemond targaryen x velaryon! (strong!) reader

summary: Aemond has loved and secretly claimed you for himself since the day you were born. losing his eye changed him, but maybe it did not affect his feelings for you as much as he thought it had

warnings: english is not my first language, angst, fluff, shy reader, unclexniece, possesive aemond, everybody adores reader in this

wordcount:

might do more parts to this

let me know what you think!! reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated <33

You and Aemond always had a complicated relationship. Growing up together there had been nothing he thought he could ever love more than you. He had always been possessive in a gentle way.

He loved to hug your smaller body until you smelled like him. He wanted to sleep with you, in the most innocent way a boy could think of. He wanted to twirl your brown locks in his fingers and see your eyes when you woke up. He loved to teach you all the things you didn't know yet. You were his and he was yours. That was the end of the story- to him. 

You had always been a shy girl. Your lilac eyes often looking at the ground instead of the people. Being with people stressed you sometimes and letting them near you even more. But you knew Aemond, he was family after all. And he had never, one day in his life, treated you like anything but the future queen - that you weren't. 

It had been a warm day, your red dress had felt entirely too warm. The hand holding Daemons had been sweating, making you rub it on the fabric of your clothes repeatedly. Still you were grinning up at him, giggling when he playfully shoved you again and again. He had never bothered treating you like anything but his own. You were his little sun. 

But not only he and Aemond thought of you highly. Your brothers loved you like they thought no one else ever could. They were always protecting you, always touching you in a comforting way - and the white haired prince hated it. 

He hated it when you were a little girl, and you only belonged to him in his mind and in the soft jokes of the royal family, who could see how taken the boy was with you, and he hated it years later, when you had returned to him.

Never had he thought a single look at you could still have this effect on him. He remembered the night things changed, when he lost his eye, when you left, crying and clawing at his Uncle's back, because you did not want things to change. That night you woke up to yelling in the halls. The sound of many voices frightened you, but you still followed them, hearing the names of your brothers and uncles. Your brown haired head glanced around the corner, your violet eyes searching for anybody you could cling to. But your eyes had fallen on the now one eyed prince instead. You gasped, tears already pooled in your eyes. “Come here little dragon.”Daemon called softly, but your feet took you straight to Aemond. He remembered how he turned his head away from you, from the look on your face that showed him you didn't understand anything. The next thing he remembered was the Queen coming at you with a knife. You screamed, trying to hide behind Aemond and Aegon.

You could see the regret on Alicents face the moment she realized she was going to hurt you. “Aemond.”, you cried after Aegon softly, quietly explained what had happened. The older prince looked ashamed, tired. But the younger prince, your Aemond wouldn't even look at you. And he regretted it shortly after, because he would not be able to look at you for a long time.

#aemond targaryen #aemond imagine #aemond x fem!reader #aemond fic #hotd #aegon ii targaryen x you #ewan mitchell #jacerys strong #aegon ii targaryen #aemond stannies #aemond x y/n #aemond smut #aemond x oc #aemond fanfiction #aemond x you

[hmmmm-yeah-no]

Luce looks just like young Rhaenyra and Jace looks like older Rhaenyra and gosh I just love the casting in this show so much

#I miss lucerys sm 😔❤️ #rhaenyra targaryen #Hotd #hotd headcanon #lucerys velaryon #jacerys velaryon #hotdedit #house of the dragon #game of thrones #GoT #asoif/got #asoiaf #jacaerys targaryen #lucerys targaryen #jacerys strong #hotd lucerys #hotd rhaenyra #hotd jacaerys #milly alcock #emma d’arcy #elliot grihault #harry collett

[its-vannah]

The Great War | Jacaerys x Reader

A/N: Y'all, I'm a member of the Rhaenyra support club and I'm not afraid to show it. She's such a good mother-in-law in this one.

Warnings: Childbirth, pregnancy, war

Midnights Masterlist

Jace had been gone for nearly three months defending his mother's right to the throne. And as much as you admired his determination to defeat the greens and secure Rhaenyra's crown, you couldn't help but feel left behind.

Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

You were anxiously awaiting his return, running your hand over your swollen stomach, praying to the Gods that he'd be back for the babe's birth.

That was the night I nearly lost you

He had already escaped capture once, narrowly making it out of the palace with his life. When you had heard the news that he had almost died trying to escape, your heart dropped. No part of this war was safe, none of it easy.

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair

As much as you knew Jace was doing the right thing at the forefront of the war, you selfishly wished that he would just come home.

Always remember

After pacing your chambers for what felt like eternity, you sat on the edge of the mattress, staring a hole into Jace's side of bed. If you looked hard enough, you could still see the imprint his body made from sleeping there for so long.

I vowed not to cry anymore

Blinking away the tears, you took a deep breath. The Maester had told you to take it easy, especially with all the stress you were ensuring as of late. He warned you that if you weren't more careful, you could lose the babe.

Spineless in my tomb of silence

Sitting in silence, you pressed your hand onto your stomach. Your eyes fluttered shut, and a small smile came to your face. He'll be home soon, you told yourself, He has to.

Uh-huh, sweet dream was over

But when you opened your eyes, you felt more alone than ever.

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When you woke up a few days later with intenss pain in your abdomen, you knew something was wrong.

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops

You winced as you sat up in bed, clutching your stomach as you screamed for the Maester.

Screamin' from the crypt

It didn't take long for one of your handmaiden's to hear your cries for help, dragging the Maester in behind her as fast as she could.

He took one look at you and knew: you had gone into labor.

The Maester gave you a knowing look, an apologetic smile on his face. Looking up at him, you shook your head, "I can't, not without him."

"You must, Princess," He said, "Your life depends on it."

Your face fell, tears beginning to form in your eyes as your voice cracked, "I can't do this alone."

It was in that moment that the door opened, a woman with long silver hair stepping into your chambers, searching the room until she spotted you.

"My Queen," The Maester bowed in between grabbing towels and linnens to prepare for the birth, "I'm not sure this is the best time to see the Princess."

Rhaenyra turned to face him, continuing to make her way to your side, "I'm here in my son's place, if Princess Y/N will have me."

Maybe it was her

Your heart melted open seeing her, and you nodded, "Stay, please."

Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

She sat down beside you, brushing the hair out of your face, "I came as soon as I heard, Y/N. I know what it's like to be alone during birth. I don't wish the feeling upon anyone."

Nodding, you grit your teeth, crying out in pain.

The Queen took your hand, "Take deep breaths, my dear. It'll all be over soon."

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My knuckles were bruised like violets

The labor lasted forever. Or, that's how it felt to you. Once you stared pushing, you were gripping the headboard so hard, you felt your fingers going numb.

My hand was the one you reached for

But nothing had prepared you for the pain you'd experience when you began pushing. Beads of sweat were running down your face as you squeezed Rhaenyra's hand.

To that bloodshed, crimson clover

Nearly an hour and a half later, you gave one last final push.

Uh-huh, the worst was over

Falling back onto the pillows, your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. But all of that went away when your newborn babe was placed upon your chest, it's soft cries echoing throughout your chambers.

"It's a boy, my princess," The Maester said as he began cleaning you up, "The Prince will most certainly be happy."

I would always be yours

Looking down at your son, you couldn't help but smile, noticing the similarities between him and your husband. They had the same eyes and nose, same lips. In an instant, you realized you loved him more than anything.

Rhaenyra gazed down at her grandson, stroking his small hand with one of her fingers, "He really Jace, doesn't he?"

You nodded, "He does, your grace."

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N. Truly," She said, "I hope he'll return to Dragonstone soon. He has plenty of reason to, after all."

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After three days, you received word that Jace had defeated the greens in the northern region—a great win for the blacks.

In honor of his victory, he flew home immediately, not wanting to wait another second to meet his son.

Uh-huh, the burning embers

As soon as your chamber doors opened and you saw him step inside, your heart leapt.

I really thought I lost you

Even though you knew he had survived the battle, a small part of you still prepared for the worst. You had toyed with the idea that you had been misinformed, or that he could be hurt on the flight back.

You said I have to trust more freely

But your constant thoughts and questions were put to rest when you saw him.

You lay in bed, your son asleep on your chest after a feeding.

Jace crossed the room, a wide smile on his face as he leaned over the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips.

Pulling away, he pressed another kiss to your temple, "I'm sorry I missed it, my love. I would've done anything to have been here."

'Cause we survived the Great War

You gave him a reassuring smile, "You're here now, that's all that matters. You survived like you promised."

He nodded, looking down at his son, "He favors you, you know?"

"Really?" You questioned, "I believe he looks more like you."

Jace tilt his head, "He has your skin tone, the color of your hair, and the shape of your face."

Looking down at your son, you nodded your head, "Yes, but he has your eyes, nose, and mouth."

With a sigh, Jace agreed, "I suppose he looks like the both of us. But it seems he got my brother's hair."

A soft smile spread across your face upon thinking about Lucerys, "He'll be honored to share something of his Uncle's."

"So, does he have a name?"

You shook your head, "I was waiting for you to return."

Jace bit his bottom lip, "I had an idea, if you're up for it."

"Of course."

"I've had three father figures in my life, as you know. My father, Laenor, my mother's husband, Daemon, and the late Harwin Strong," He explained, "I wanted to honor each of them."

"So what name do you propose?"

He sighed, "That's the problem. I'm not sure how to do it."

So I justified it

"Well, you could take a bit from each of their names," You suggested, "It doesn't have to be their first name. But their last, too."

Jace contemplated it, "Vaemin?"

And maybe it was ego swinging

"You want to name your son Vaemin Velaryon?" You quirked a brow.

He shook his head, "Shall we think of something else?"

It turned into something bigger

"I like Saenor," You said, "It takes the S from the Strong name, the ae from Daemon, and the final three letters from Laenor."

"Saenor Velaryon," Jace repeated, "I believe our son has a name."

You gazed down at your sleeping son, adjusting yourself so you could gently pass him to Jace to hold.

Looked up at me with honor and truth

He took him in his arms, "Saenor Velaryon, first of his name, the future King of Westeros."

The love Jace already had for his son was beyond measurable, as was your love for the two of them. A twinkle in his eye as he rocked Saenor slowly in his arms, you caught his gaze.

I vowed I would always be yours

Smiling up at him, you leaned against his side. For the first time in months, your family was together again.

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