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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Could you write something for Aemond being protective of his pregnant wife during the dinner scene in ep8? Like she gets caught up in the middle of the fight and Aemonds just having none of the Strong boys shit as they endanger his beloved

Hi my lovely Anons! These are all brilliant requests by the way, and thank you for reading my works!

Aemond x pregnant!reader | the dreaded family dinner | hurt reader | protective dad Aemond

You looked down to where Aemond knelt before you, his hands reverently holding the swell of your pregnant belly as your hands carded through his long hair. He pressed his lips to where your child grew, looking up at you reverently with his lilac eye. “You will be a wonderful mother, Y/N.” He rose to kiss you, pouring adoration into the way his lips moved with yours, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip. You gasped softly as he deepened the embrace, his hands cupping your waist, pulling your round abdomen flush against him.

“Are you ready to go down to dinner?” You murmured, your breath still mingling with his.

“Mm.” Aemond breathed, his eye still half closed as he rested his forehead against yours. “I’d much rather spend the evening alone with you.”

“As would I.” You kissed him once more before extricating yourself from his grasp. “However, your mother would not be pleased with either of us.”

“Indeed, she would not!” Aemond chuckled, opening the door for you as you both exited your bedchambers.

Arm in arm, you walked together down the winding stone corridors, reaching the dining hall just as Aegon joined you. “Ready to break bread with the wolves, brother?” Aegon rolled his eyes, pushing open the oaken doors.

Aemond didn’t answer, though his arm around you tightened slightly. Alicent and Rhaenyra were already sitting at the long table, carefully avoiding each other’s gazes. Jacaerys and Lucerys glanced over from their corner of the room, looking over you, Aemond and Aegon as you entered. You noticed Jacaerys’ eyes drop to take in the curve of your belly, a sneer flitting across his features as he looked at Aemond beside you. You held Aemond’s arm a little tighter as he guided you to your seats. You sat, taking the weight off your tired feet, Helaena to your immediate right and Aemond sitting at the end of the table to your left.

You could tell how tense your husband was, your attention thoroughly distracted from the light conversation around the table. Aemond’s gaze was hard, flitting between Jacaerys and Lucerys who were studiously avoiding his intent eye. You started slightly in your seat as King Viserys began speaking loudly, his breathing ragged as he urged his family to set aside their differences and try to start anew. Your gaze flitted to where Aemond studied his plate, his long fingers tapping next to where his goblet sat.

A round of toasts began, starting with Rhaenyra and slowly moving around the table. You didn’t hear what Aegon murmured to Jace, but it was enough to cause the boy to slam his fists upon the table, rising to his feet in anger. Beside you, Aemond slowly got to his own feet, eyeing his nephew as though daring him to continue. Jace hesitated a moment, his gaze flicking briefly to your own face before he raised his own goblet in a toast to his uncles. Aemond shared a glance with you as he returned to his seat, you quirked an eyebrow, but he shook his head slightly.

Lilting music began to fill the room, servants bearing food and drink hurried to service the nobles as you all began eating and chatting. You turned to engage Helaena in conversation just as Jacaerys asked her to dance with him. Aegon watched them depart for the middle of the room, hand in hand, before turning to share a bemused look with Aemond. Your husband shifted in his seat, the better to keep an eye on Jace, his face set in a stony expression. You rubbed your stomach absent-mindedly, stirring the soup before you while deep in thought.

“Excuse me a moment.” You stood, gathering your skirts as you made your way passed Aemond, touching his shoulder lightly as you went, walking down the steps toward the privy.

After washing your hands in the water basin, you slowly ascended the stairs back into the dining room only to see your husband standing at the end of the table, his goblet held aloft. “Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.”

“I dare you to say that again.�� Jace said from where he stood next to a confused Helaena.

“Why? It was only a compliment.” He moved around the corner of the table to meet Jace as he advanced. “Do you not think yourself strong?”

You moved quicker than you thought possible in your heavily pregnant state, seeing the unfolding of events before they happened. Jace swung a heavy punch toward the scarred side of Aemond’s face. “No!” You shouted, interjecting yourself between the two men just in time to block Jace’s blow with your forearm, the force of it knocking you back against Aemond’s chest.

You used your other hand to try and push Jace away, but the boy grabbed your wrist roughly, yanking you forward with such force you audibly gasped in pain.

“Jace!” Rhaenyra yelled.

“Aegon!” Alicent scolded as her eldest slammed Lucerys into the table.

The momentum of Jace’s pull as he tried to get you out of his way caught you off-guard, your arms unable to catch your body as you tripped, landing heavily upon the stone floor. Deathly silence fell in the room, everyone seemed to be collectively holding their breath, watching as you kept still, assessing the damage.

“Aemond, no!” It was Alicent’s voice again, sounding more scared than angry.

You looked around from where you’d propped yourself up on your hands, seeing your husband with his hand at Jace’s throat, pinning him to the wall, a thin dagger at the boy’s throat.

“Aemond!” Alicent cried again, rushing to your side instead of trying to get her son off Jacaerys. She looked you over, worry etched into her face.

“You think to injure my wife.” Aemond seethed, his voice a deadly hiss. “To manhandle her when she is so vulnerable.”

“Aemond…” You spoke soothingly as Alicent helped you back to your feet. You glanced with worry to where Daemon was making careful progress toward your husband. “I’m alright. Aemond, let him go. I need your help.”

He released Jacaerys at once, the boy almost losing his footing as Aemond turned to you. Your husband was quickly at your side, supporting your back with one hand while his hand worriedly stroked at your abdomen. His violet eye roved your face. “Are you injured? Is-is our child…?”

“I’m alright. Please, let’s just go.” You said again, shooting Alicent a grateful look as Aemond helped guide you from the dining hall. She watched the two of you go, her face a mask of worry and sadness.

“I could kill him.” Aemond spoke, his voice a growl from where he walked beside you, his hands still supporting half your weight.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’d go over well.” You tried to make light of the situation, but Aemond wasn’t having it.

“If he so much as looks at you again, I will feed him to Vhagar after I finish with him.”

The anger in his voice was palpable, your own skin prickled with it. You turned to him, halting your progress down the corridor, taking his tense face in your hands.

“I am uninjured, my love.” You kissed the corner of his mouth, smiling as he moved his head into your touch. “Our child is still whole. There is no danger.”

He caressed your hair, his gaze gentle upon your face. His hands traced the curves of your body, holding the swell of where your child grew within you. “If anything happened to you… I would be lost.”

You kissed him, the two of your clinging to each other, the adrenaline wearing off, leaving you exhausted but relieved your little family was safe from harm.

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sacredsnape · 11 months

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May I request a one shot about virgin severus, wanting his girlfriend to ride him but feeling too embarrassed to ask.

Virgin Sev my beloved <3

Genre: smut

Warnings: loss of virginity, handjob, mentions of masturbation, sub Sev, dom reader, praise kink, gentle and loving sex, aftercare

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You and Severus were lying in bed, your finger slowly stroking his cheekbone as you admired him. He was so beautiful, his Roman nose perfect for kissing and perhaps riding.

Severus smiled at you, shyly pressing his lips to yours. You've only been dating for a few months, and Severus was still shy with you, forever amazed that someone as kind and patient as you would ever want him.

You allowed your lips to linger on his, curling your fingers in his hair. The moment was pure perfection, the fireplace crackling merrily in the corner of your bedroom as rain pattered against the windows, and just you and Severus here together.

Severus slowly ran a hand up and down your side before resting it on your hip, his eyes darkening as he gazed at you. You recognized that look; for the past few weeks, he'd been pinning you with that look of lust, keeping his desires and urges pushed deep down inside of him.

He was a virgin, and you were not, and you knew how shy he was about sex because he had several insecurities about his body. You and him had only recently started showering together after you coaxed him into it, promising him that his body was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Something on your mind, prince?" you asked Severus as you noticed him fail to sneakily catch a glimpse at your cleavage in your pajama top. You smirked, scooting closer to him until your cleavage slightly spilled past your top.

Severus licked his lips, his breath hitching as you moved closer. His fingers dug into your hip, suppressing a whine as he felt blood quickly rush to his cock.

"Nothing's on my mind," he lied, sighing as he felt his erection strain against his sweatpants. He tried to cross his legs in the position he was in to no avail, wheezing nervously and pulling the blankets around him.

You watched his movements, spotting his erection. He was big as you knew from your showers together but looked even bigger in sweatpants. Your smirk grew, dragging your finger down his face and chest, stopping just above his waistband.

"You can tell me anything, baby. You know there's no shame in anything you tell me," you reassured Severus, smiling warmly at him. "I'm here to make everything a comfortable experience for you, no matter what it is."

Severus smiled a little, feeling himself relax. He only grew harder at feeling your hand so close to his cock and he tried to ignore it, focusing on your soothing words and voice.

"It's just..." he trailed off, tearing his eyes away from your face as he became embarrassed. "I... have this habit. Some nights after you go to bed, I sneak into the bathroom and masturbate while thinking of you- you riding me."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, a warmth spreading through you. Your pussy clenched and you felt it soak with arousal, your breathing becoming heavy as you replied, "Yeah? You think about that?"

"I do," Severus whined, so hard at this point that it was unbearable. "I want it so badly, but I've been too shy to tell you up until now."

You sat up, stroking his waistband before pushing your hand past it. Severus gasped, squirming his hips around as your hand hovered directly above his clothed erection.

"Is this okay, baby?" you asked Severus in a sultry voice, your eyes half-lidded as you gazed down at him. He was visibly nervous, his eyes wide and his chest heaving.

"It's okay," Severus confirmed, wiping his sweaty brow. "I'm just nervous, I'm sorry. I don't want to ruin this by being nervous."

You gave him a sympathetic smile, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. "You won't ruin this, Sev. I'll be gentle and careful with you, okay? If anything hurts or you feel uncomfortable, let me know, and I'll stop," you mumbled against his lips, rubbing circles into his cheek.

Severus nodded, swallowing thickly. You kissed him again, sitting up and straddling his lap. The both of you gasped together at the contact, your hips squirming as his hard cock rubbed against you.

"Mmm, baby," you moaned, pressing your palms flat onto his chest. "You're throbbing and so big."

Severus whimpered, a beautiful sound that made your clit tingle with need. "You feel really good on top of me like this," he said, his voice breathy as he gripped your waist. "I- can you fuck me? Please?"

You could've come just from his words alone. He sounded and looked so desperate, his eyes wide and pleading, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout and his voice a soft whimper. His hair was a mess around the pillow, and his cheeks were covered in a bright blush.

"Of course, baby. How could I say no to my pretty boy?" you smirked. Severus moaned at the nickname, desperately bucking his hips upwards. He forgot for a moment that this would be his first time, too focused on wanting to feel your pussy wrapped around his cock instead of his fist.

You lifted yourself up to slide down your pajama shorts and underwear, Severus's bottoms following suit. He hissed as the warm air of your bedroom washed over his cock, which stood rigid and aching for your touch.

"Please," he begged you, almost feeling dizzy from how badly he needed you. You wrapped a firm hand around his cock, smiling at the sharp gasp that escaped him. You began to pump the shaft, satisfied to see precum quickly gathering and spilling over your fingers.

"S-so good. Your hand feels so much better than mine," Severus moaned, twisting the sheets in his hands. You moved your hand faster, relishing in the little moans and gasps that left him. He sounded ethereal, and you wanted to keep his noises of pleasure in your mind forever.

"You're doing so well. Does that feel good?" Your question caused his cock to twitch in your hand, a telltale sign of orgasm, and you were surprised that he'd be coming so soon.

"Ahh, please. Feels so good, please!" Severus gasped as your thumb swiped across his tip, gathering a bead of precum. You switched hands to bring that thumb to your lips, sucking on the tip and tasting him.

Severus could have imploded at the sight of you tasting him. You hummed at his flavor, earthy and a bit salty. "You taste as good as you look, just how I imagined you," you said, flicking your wrist in a way that made Severus shudder.

Severus felt his stomach clench, knowing that he was close. He was so used to coming quickly, and with you stroking him so amazingly, he knew that his orgasm would be explosive.

You continued stroking him, going even faster now. You kissed him deeply, diving your tongue into his mouth and driving him wild. When he came, he released the prettiest whimper you've ever heard from him followed by a shout of your name.

Severus trembled as ropes of hot cum shot all over his stomach and your hand. He breathed unevenly, gasping as his cock twitched and throbbed from his release. He had come so much, and it was the most gorgeous sight to you.

"Good job, handsome. I'm so proud of you," you praised Severus. He blushed deeply, giggling weakly as you removed his hand from his still hard cock.

"I like being praised," he admitted, his head feeling fuzzy as you removed your top, your breasts bouncing back into place. He stared at them, his mouth watering at how soft and supple they looked.

"You deserve all of the praise in the world, my love," you replied sweetly, sighing contently as Severus slowly ran his large hands up and down your bare torso. They ghosted the undersides of your breasts, and he seemed hesitant to touch them.

You grabbed his hands, leading the way and placing them over your breasts. You sighed in relief, and he moaned as he squeezed them curiously as his thumbs circled your erect nipples.

"You have pretty breasts," Severus observed, grinning up at you. "They're so soft. I've always enjoyed looking at them, but finally touching them is a whole new wonderful experience."

His eyes then trailed down to your pussy and your slick covered thighs. He felt his nerves melt away, being replaced by eagerness and excitement.

"Can you fuck me now?" he asked sheepishly. As much as he loved feeling and admiring your breasts, he was desperate for your pussy.

"I thought you would never ask," you teased, grabbing his cock and casting a non-verbal lubrication spell. Once he was fully lubricated, you lined him up with your entrance, the two of you sharing a deep look of love with each other.

"Remember to tell me to stop if you need to," you reminded Severus, the tip of his cock brushing against your hole. "I love you, Severus, and I'm honored to be your first time."

If Severus wasn't so horny right now, he would have sobbed out of gratefulness for you. His eyes momentarily stung with years as he responded, "I love you too, Y/N. You're my everything."

He leaned up and kissed you passionately, resting his back against the headboard and pulling you with him. You slipped his cock inside of you and you moaned into each other's mouths, entranced by the feeling of your bodies finally becoming one.

"Merlin, you're incredibly warm," Severus chuckled, pecking your lips once. "I don't know how to explain this feeling. It's unlike anything I've ever felt."

You pressed your hips further down onto him, feeling snug. He inhaled sharply at your movement, his eyes flicking between your face and breasts.

"The tip of your cock is nudging my g-spot right now," you mewled, your eyelids fluttering as his thick girth stretched you out. It didn't hurt; it was an incredible feeling of erotic bliss.

"It is?" Severus asked in astonishment, knowing about how pleasurable the g-spot was from what you've told him in the past.

"God, yes," you whimpered, beginning to rock your hips. You started off slow, giving Severus time to adjust, and he was amazed by how fucking good you felt.

"Mmm, right there. Do that with your hips again."

"Y/N, you're so good. Your pussy feels like magic... don't stop fucking me."

"Ah, please! Faster!"

Severus's filthy words spurred you on, motivating you to give him more. You snapped your hips hard and fast above him, pinning his hands above his head and attaching your lips to his neck.

"My good boy, the best boy," you hummed, leaving behind hickeys on his neck. "You have such a great cock to fuck, honey."

Severus couldn't speak anymore, long gone in the pleasure. He only made whiny noises in response to your praise, every snap of your hips shooting sparks of lust up his spine.

"I can feel my orgasm, it's so close," he breathed, needily kissing your breasts. His hands were shaking, his eyebrows furrowed together as you continued to fuck him.

"Mine too, baby. I want to feel your hot cum shooting inside of me and dripping out of me, and I know you'll come nicely like the good boy you are," you replied huskily, your clit throbbing as it begged for attention. You let go of one of his pinned hands, letting it fall onto his chest.

"Touch my clit, sweetheart. Make me come and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life," you cooed, directing Severus's hand to your clit.

Severus nodded obediently, pressing two slender fingers into your clit and rubbing. You clenched around him, making him groan, and you felt your climax start to crest.

"Oh my gosh, I'm coming!" Severus ezclaimed suddenly, his orgasm taking you by surprise. He came hard, filling you up. He sobbed as he came, so overwhelmed by his orgasm that he saw stars burst behind his eyes.

He felt so much relief and felt so loved by you, grateful that you had been the one to take his virginity.

Your hips stuttered as Severus came, snapping them a few more times before you came yourself, soaking his cock with your arousal. He cursed as your pussy squeezed him and milked him of every last drop of his cum.

There was a beat of silence before you collapsed into his arms, your panting paired with his soft whimpers and mumbles of affection.

"Thank you, Y/N, thank you for taking my virginity," Severus was mumbling into your hair as he kissed you there. "It was an amazing experience, one that I'll hold in my heart forever."

You giggled at his words, snuggling him closely. He was still such a romantic even after having his brains fucked out.

You and Severus cleaned up shortly afterward, running a bath and then cuddling in bed. You gave him a full body massage with scented oils and kissed each and every one of his scars, telling him repeatedly how well he had done for you.

Severus was very glad that he had asked you to ride him.

#severus snape #snape love #snape content #professor snape #snape fanfiction #snape imagines #snape one shot #snape fanart #snape fic #pro snape #severus snape x y/n #severus snape x reader #snape x you #severus x you #severus snape smut #virgin snape

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sandwhich-lady · 6 months

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One of the greatest losses of the pro shot is that after max falls and the gang goes looking for them they kinda like run around the stage in the dark and Ruth does her silly little skeleton run. Just while they’re going towards the body of their presumably dead classmate. And that’s not even the best part.

Yall.

the skeleton costume glows in the dark

#I actually died laughing when I saw it live #ITS SO FUNNY #and to the best of my knowledge the pro shot simply does not show it #nerdy prudes must die #npmd spoilers #npmd #starkid #nerdy prudes must die spoilers

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tiredofsatansbullshit · 1 year

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they're best friends, actually

#jason todd #stephanie brown #red hood #spoiler #joker: the man who stopped laughing spoilers #not really #eh #dc #batfam #this is such a confusing comic but it's given us shots of jason looking good #pros and cons

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orzamara · 4 months

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Emma, there comes a time in every man's life when he has to draw a line in the sand. And I… will never be in a fucking musical.

THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS (2018)

#the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #starkidedit #made this in celebration of the 5-year anniversary of the pro-shot release!! :)#recently reconnected with this absolute classic from my youth (from 5 years ago)#btw if anyone wants to be my starkid mutual — hiiii for the love of god hello #*mine #hatchetverse #musicalsedit #tgwdlmedit #musicals #моё

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purple-iris · 4 months

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Severus not liking Harry cause he look like James: mid, overdone and canonical (fuck JKR)

Severus not allowing himself to get close to Harry because he's a spy and they would both be compromised: the rational answer, but make sense

Severus not allowing himself to get close to Harry because he can’t lose Lily again through her son: original, breaks my heart and match the song I used for the title of my severitus fic

#harry potter #severus snape #severitus #pro snape #harry potter fanfiction #fanfic #writing a one shot fic again

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bettdraws · 2 months

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This is a wild Elucien headcanon…

but please imagine Lucien being in a really dangerous situation with the Autumn court, like something happened and they have him as a prisoner, or unable to leave.

And Elain is there listening to how Lucien could potentially be held captive in a cold cell or even tortured.

And shes there when Eris says the only way to save him is if he has real ties to the Night Court or if he officially becomes a member, and the only way to do that is if he gets mated/married to someone from there, not anyone, but the High Lady’s sister.

And everyone is outraged with what he is suggesting but Elain is suddenly quiet.

And she suddenly says “I will do it” and everyone gapes at her, some try to talk her out of it (possibly Feyre or Nesta) but Rhys just nods.

And they send notice to the Autumn court that they cannot harm Lucien because he is a Night Court citizen, but Beron doesn’t believe it, he demands that Elain goes there so he can determine it.

Chaos, outrage, but she agrees, and she obviously doesn’t go alone. She convinces herself that while she doesn’t owe Lucien anything, she is tired of the bloodshed, the loss, and if she has the power in her hands, she will act. That is all, she couldn’t care less about him. She convinces herself she would be this worried for anyone that is close to her sister, it’s not because shes worried and scared and petrified of something bad happening to him.

They’re in the Forest House, they bring out Lucien who is luckily generally unharmed but Elain looks at the binds in his wrists and her whole body reacts to the sudden urge to protect. Beron takes one sniff at them and knows it is true. They’re mates. But Beron says an unfulfilled mating bond is not valid (listen idk about these fae laws bear with me) they need to marry. Elain declares that was the plan all along. Lucien is shocked. (I just imagine what must be going through his head seeing his mate stand before Beron in the same room where Jesminda was killed)

They let Lucien go with his mate but they have to stay in the Forest House until everything gets resolved. Elain and Lucien are shoved into a room, no more chains on him, but he doesn’t understand any of it.

Both of them are standing awkwardly in the room. Lucien is staring at her as if she has grown ears, still shocked, still reliving moments, furious at them for being so dumb as to risk themselves for him. He supposed he really was a big asset for Rhys to have done this. But her… why was she here? Why did she put herself in this position?

“Did they make you do this?” He says through his teeth.

She muses on what to say. “No” she gets offended with the assumption that she can’t make decisions for herself. “I agreed to this and came on my own free will”

“Why would you do such a thing?”

“Because I’m tired of people dying, I wouldn’t forgive myself if I could have done something” A silence and for some forsaken reason Elain has the need to add. “This doesn’t mean what you think it means”

Something irks at Lucien then, and the awoken nerves on his body make him respond to that. “And please tell, Lady, what do I think it means?”

Elain clenches her fists. “That I’ve changed my mind about you… about this” She signals between them. “This is just temporary, out of necessity”

Lucien just stares at her.

“I never entertained that you did, I can assure you.” It is easier to turn on her, on this beautiful female that is putting herself at risk for him, than to be hurt at the continuing rejection from her. “You’ve always just assumed that I’m some brute fae that wants to steal you away, let me tell you now that we’re speaking frankly, that its not the case. I can’t control the pull from the bond, but I have no interest in pursuing a female who doesn’t want me”

That sends Elain to retaliate. “What about the gifts then, was that not pursuing?” She cocks her head arrogantly.

“I was bringing them to Feyre as well. That was me being polite, but guess you don’t know the first thing about that”

“You are one to talk about politeness when I’m here risking my life for your neck and this is how you treat me” She takes one step closer.

“I never asked you to do it” He mirrors her and steps closer with his broad hands clenched in fists.

“I will just let you die next time then”

“Fine by me, as long as I don’t have to endure you shoving it on my face”

“Asshole”

“I’ve been called worse” A sly, angry smile creeps at one corner of his mouth. She suddenly realizes they’re breathing on each other’s face.

“And all this time I thought you were a gentleman” She summons her anger to keep focused.

“You will learn I can be a gentleman, Elain” Her name on his lips, for the first time. “But I can be so much worse too”

His breath is hot on her face, their hearts already beating fast.

“You admit you were pretending then, to win me over”

A sharp breathy laugh from him. “If I wanted to win you over, I would not have tried to be gentle”

Her lips form a thin line as she holds herself, the pull, his words, the sudden effect of his mismatched gaze intense on her face.

“You shouldn’t have done this” He says quietly, roughly, his eyes showing something beyond just annoyance, she sees the fear in them. She pushes it back.

“What’s done is done” She says. “We will pretend, see this through, and then we’re done”

“Alright, dove”

She’s startled. Her nostrils flare. She ignores the outrageous pet name he just used on her. “I’m going to take a bath, I suggest you do the same, you stink” She begins to walk away and stops herself “I mean after I’m done” She frowns as she strolls away.

He watches her with sudden amusement.

He’s scared, hes pissed and hurt. He’s tired. But something inside him sparks, and he can’t really put a name to it.

Oh he’s not alright.

#guys im not a writer but I had to put this out there #if youre a writer PLEASE TAKE THIS I NEED IT #elucien #pro elucien #marriage of convenience #the best trope im sorry #pro lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #elain x lucien #autumn court drama #elucien headcanon #elucien one shot #elain and lucien banter will EAT

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aemondsbeloved · 1 year

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Turn Back Time

summary: The night after Storm’s End and death of his nephew, Aemond returns to the Red Keep and deals with what he has done to his family. The next morning when he wakes up, Aemond is in the brief past. Now, Lucerys and his father still live and his brother is not yet King. If there was no civil war he might have been able to marry, you, his childhood friend, and perhaps this is why Aemond decides to change the future of his family (3.5k)

warnings: mentions of the death of Lucerys, Aemond having guilt, Aemond’s POV, angst with a happy ending, unedited

notes: I feel like this fic summary is so cringey but I really like how this turned out so I hope you guys enjoy!!

The night’s events in the Stormlands left Aemond soaked cold to the bone from the rain and his limbs feel weak when he dismounts Vhagar. Walking through the Keep he is silent, the water dripping onto the floor from his riding leathers the only sound to be heard. When he finds himself at the door to his mother’s apartments, Ser Cole is at the door asking Aemond what happened but he does not have the words for that.

“I need my mother,” he pleads and as Aemond never pleads for anything, Ser Cole lets him in.

His mother was resting peacefully, still sitting on her chair near the windows. Tonight the moon pours its light through the window and along with the candlelight near her for reading, there is nothing else in the room. Finally, when she looks up the calm expression on her face falls and she is asking him what has happened.

He does not have the words for this either and fall to his knees in front of where she sits. Without thinking, Aemond’s head falls into her lap and suddenly he is a boy again. “I am tired, mother,” he whispers and closes his eye. When he does he is haunted by the night’s events, the Baratheon girl he was due to marry and the fact she was not you, the girl he had only ever wanted, and the memory of Lucerys Velaryon falling from the sky. “I have ruined everything.”

“She will understand,” his mother tells him, mistakenly thinking Aemond was this distraught over his marriage to a Baratheon and not to the young lady that Aemond had always thought he would marry. “You have your duty and she could never hate you for that.”

In that much, she was right. If Aemond knew anything in the world it was that you would forgive him. You had always done so, his sharp words when his wound would send spasms through him face, his inability to always be open with you when you desired that, the way he treated his nephews when you had never begrudged them in your youth. Your forgiveness was the least of his worries, however, and Aemond could not bear to say it, but he had to.

“Lucerys Velaryon is dead,” he tells his mother and he cannot lift his head from his mother’s lap. “It was an accident but it was my doing.” The admission makes his loathing that much stronger for himself. For all the years he could not live without hating Lucerys, now that his bastard nephew was gone he could no longer hide his hatred for himself behind someone else. For a fleeting moment he wonders if this is how his nephew felt that night in Driftmark. Harm was done but it was not the intent. Lucerys did not want to slice through Aemond’s eye and Aemond did not want Lucerys Velaryon to be dead, to his surprise.

The comfort his mother gives that night was as good as trying to heal a knife to a heart and Aemond moves to his rooms slowly. He has no memory of taking off his clothes and drying himself before falling into his bed but he does. When he wakes in the morning he is almost regretful to do so and as he left his bed he pays no attention to how his wet clothes from the previous night are nowhere in sight. It is only when he is dressed and leaves his rooms that he realizes something is not quite right.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” you come up to him, a soft smile on your face as you link arms with him and walk in the opposite direction he had been heading. His eye is on you as he walks with you and something feels very wrong. “Your brother and sister will be in the throne room soon, best make sure you’re there. Rhaenyra is with Daemon and her sons it seems.”

“Lucerys?” he asks and the very name from his lips makes you look at him and laugh, startled. “He lives?”

“As far as I am aware,” you teased, thinking this a joke. “You and your brother haven’t killed your nephews yet praise the Seven.”

He did not laugh at your joke, a rarity, and you give him a long look. “Is something wrong? You are not yourself today.”

“All is well,” he insists, but all was not well, especially not when he stood in the throne room again. For the second time, Vaemond Velaryon called Rhaenyra’s sons bastards and Daemon cut his head off for it. Aemond stands still this time, an impassive gaze looking at his uncle. Lucerys Velaryon lived as did the King and there was no war yet.

The dinner that night is more or less the same, except for the fact you are there. Aemond had asked you to join and you had refuted the offer.

“I am not a Targaryen,” you said bashfully. “This is an affair only meant for the King’s family.”

“You could be a Targaryen one day,” he says with an air of arrogance. You would forgive him for it.

You had scoffed at him with a fond smile and left him there near his rooms, but come that evening you were there. His mother had looked at him with a curious expression, as if she had a question to ask him, but you had stayed by his side at the table.

The dinner was as he remembered it, Aegon had said something crass and Jace had stood up. Aemond had stood up, aware of your weary eyes as you looked from him to Jace. When Jace gave his speech Aemond remained unimpressed, still wanting to call him a strong boy again. Even the roasted pig was laid in front of him and Lucerys had still laughed, remembering the prank from their childhood.

Aemond wanted to stand up and make the speech he had the first time but when he looked at Lucerys he recalled the face of the boy who was falling to his death. At the memory that had not yet come to pass, Aemond swallowed nothing and ignored his smirking nephew.

“Are you well?” you whispered, reaching to place your hand on his arm. You had seen that he was not himself and Aemond found himself wanting to tell you. Surely you would think this was a dream of his, or perhaps you would think he had gone mad.

He did not answer you. If he had the words the explain his state of mind, they died with him that night in the Stormlands. You would not believe him, that much Aemond knew for certain. “Why would I not be?” he asks and his words are sharper than he intended. Your eyes fall to your lap at his tone and your hand leaves his arm. For the rest of the dinner he does not say a word.

The toasts were unbearable, Aemond decided, and even the content expression his mother had for once could not soothe him. His father would die tonight, he remembered. Despite the fact it was not proper, most certainly not the actions of the dutiful son he was meant to be, Aemond pushed his chair back and sought to leave.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he said, turning to look at his parents. “I am tired and should like to retire.” The words are proper, the cadence of a prince, but Aemond does not sound like himself. His mother worries, he can hear the words before she even says them but his father is dismissive. For the first time in his life, Aemond is grateful for his father’s lack of care for him.

When he leaves the room, Aemond is sure he is not followed. He ignores the way Daemon and Rhaenyra’s eyes are on him as he leaves. Before, Aemond had left the room only after punching his nephew and calling Rhaenyra’s sons bastards. This time that he leaves early he is not sure what is better.

He hears your footsteps before he sees you. He knows it is you because no one else would run after him. “I have a mind to be very cross with you, Aemond,” you say and he turns around from where he stood in the corridor to see you looking out of breath. He smiles absentmindedly as he remembers how the Septa would always tell you that your habit of running in the castle was very unladylike. “Something amuse you?” you ask him and this time you are cross with him, your eyes widened and eyebrows raised. With your lips pressed into a fine line, Aemond has no doubt he had ruined your evening.

“It is nothing,” he tries to assure you, hoping you would give this up. He turns around and walks away, planning on leaving you behind.

You would not have that, it seemed. “You will not ignore me,” you tell him lowly and though he does not look your way, he hears you walking in pace with him, your furious strides meeting his indifferent ones. “I am your closest friend and we have known each other since we were children, Aemond. I will not have you cast me aside just so you can close yourself off as you tried to do all those years ago.”

He stiffens and his surprise at your words has him still. You stop with him and give him a long look as he contemplates whether he should tell you. Your words were true, he admitted to himself. You had not been to Driftmark but you had been there when he returned to the Red Keep without an eye. When he had not let anyone in his presence for months, you had waited by the door, making the Kingsguard give Aemond lemon cakes you had gathered from the kitchens. When he let you near him, you had never flinched around him.

“You would not believe me,” he tells you after a minute.

“Impossible,” you insist. “There is nothing I would not believe coming from you.”

He tells you in that corridor which was only lit by firelight about the Stormlands and all that had come with it: the Baratheon girl he had to marry for the support of Baratheons for his brother, Lucerys coming to Storms End and Aemond’s demand for his eye, the way he lost control of Vhagar and Lucerys falling from the sky.

“I believe you,” you tell him after a long pause but uncertainty passes through your eyes. “But what if this is a sign?”

He hums, uncertainty in his eye now, not understanding your meaning.

“That the war to come is not worth the cost,” you elaborate and smile wryly. “Aegon has never wanted to be King. You know your brother.”

“He is my brother,” Aemond says in a hiss, something ugly growing in him. You do not flinch at his words. “It is his right.”

“Perhaps,” you admit. “But Rhaenyra is your sister—”

“Half sister,” he interrupts you, his words unkind.

“Still your sister, Aemond. Do you not think she would make a fine Queen?”

“You support them now?” he asks snidely, his lips pinched in an ugly frown.

“I only mean to say that you have seen what will happen if Aegon is crowned as King. There will be no peace, not you and not for us, but what if she was Queen?”

Aemond tried to not think about how you said there would be no peace for both of you, almost like one could not exist without the other. He did not like his half sister and that would never change, but he realized he would have to see her before she would leave for Dragonstone. He picks up your hand and presses his lips to your knuckles as you held a breath. “All will be well, my lady,” he tells you. “I must see my sister.”

You say nothing when he walks away to where Rhaenyra’s chambers were. When her handmiaden opens the door. The young woman is obviosuly shocked and weary, but lets him in regardless as she leads him into the solar.

“You left our family’s fast very suddenly,” he hears Rhaenyra as she enters the room. “The Queen was exceptionally worried.”

Aemond looks at her for a moment and considers her. He has hated his elder sister for a long time but he wonders who was at fault for that. “I will send her my apologies come the morning,” he tells her and without further contemplation, he motions to the sofa. “I have something to tell you and it is grave. You should sit before I say it.”

She considers him before she seems to trust him and sits on the sofa and places a hand on her protruding stomach. “What is it?” she asks him before he sits down and Aemond realizes she does not seem to find his presence bothersome.

“Something peculiar has occurred to me but I trust you will believe it to be true as it concerns the future of the Realm and House Targaryen.” Rhaenyra nods, eyes concerned as she looked at him. “I have lived in the future and have seen the beginning of the end for our House. I have seen the result of our father’s death and the plots that have rippened against you. I went along with them but I know now Aegon cannot be king.”

Rhaenyra blanches at his last words. “What plots?” she asks and her voice shakes slightly.

“My grandsire has been plotting to usurp you with the help of the small council since our father’s decline. Lord Beesbury is the only one who did not betray the King,” he elaborates. “Our father will die tonight and the council will crown Aegon.”

“Will they?” she says and bites her lips, spite in her eyes.

“Aegon is in the street of silk right now,” Aemond says quietly. “You must go to the King now with a witness and ask him to reaffirm your place as his heir. When he dies your coronation must occur immediately. My grandsire and the members of the small council will answer for their crimes but should be sequestered in their rooms until you have been crowned Queen.”

She nods in agreement. “Why are you doing this?” she asks him and as Aemond stands he looks at her.

“You are the best option I have,” he says. “I trust my mother, brother and sister will not be harmed.”

“Your loyalty will not be forgotten,” she tells him and Aemond fights back a smirk because he had not found any loyalty to Rhaenyra until an hour ago. His loyalty was to you and the peace the both of you might have.

“There is a lady I would like to marry,” he hears himself saying. “It would bear no political advantages but I desire her hand in marriage.”

Rhaenyra is surprised that much is clear and she realizes she does not know her brother at all. “You will have it,” she promises as she rises from her seat. “Yours will be the first marriage ceremony in the Sept of my reign, brother. I swear on the memory of our father.”

She is serious and somber as she says these words and Aemond nods, not thinking about how beloved their father was to Rhaenyra and how he could not stand him as the years went by. In the back of his mind he knows she will not betray her words even if the sentiment is nothing to him.

Viserys dies as Aemond said he would and if what he hears is correct, Otto Hightower along with every member of the small council save Lord Beesbury was kept guarded in their rooms when Rhaenyra went to Queen Alicent. What was said Aemond did not know but the meeting behind closed doors lasted nearly an hour and at the end, Princess Rhaenyra had the Queen’s support. He suspected it had something to do with the assurance her children would live and even have places in court.

Aemond was there with his mother, Rhaenyra and Daemon when Aegon was found and brought before them. Daemon asked Aegon to denounce his right to the throne and have his life. His brother seemed seriously bothered but it was clear he was upset to be dragged from flea bottom to say he didn’t want the very birth right he had spent his youth saying he had no interest in.

It all rather fell into place easily and Aemond did not want to blink lest he lose this picture that looked like something that could be peace. But Rhaenyra was crowned and House Targaryen stood strong side by side.

After the coronation Aemond sought you out and found himself in your chambers.

“You helped your sister,” you tell him as soon as he entered your room with a faint smile. You did not appear surprised at this.

He does not correct you when you refer to Rhaenyra as his sister this time. “I did. It had to be done and it was my duty,” he reasons and after surveying your room bathed in the sunlight of dawn.

“You could not have done,” you say, smiling at him like you knew a secret he did not. It had been this way since you were children and he lost his eye, he would be rude, cruel even from his pain and station and you would smile before insisting he was wholly good. There was nothing whole about him, he had told you once with spite. Like everything, you had disagreed and taken everything in stride. “You are a good man, Aemond. Now she sees it too.”

He tipped his head down and chuckled. You were predictable in your kindness and forgiveness. As a warrior, a knight in training, Aemond would have loathed this trait of yours, but as a boy who has long since pined for you and coveted your faith in him, he loved this.

“Rhaenyra swore on the honor of our father I would be able to marry whomever I wanted,” he tells you. “My wedding will be the first marriage ceremony in the Sept, she told me.”

“Oh?” you ask, your mouth gaping open. Your ease and relief at the event’s of the past night and day seem to vanish and your body is stiff with what he thinks is nerves. “How generous of her. Who is the lady?”

He looks at you and his gaze feels like it has been on your face for a year before he speaks. “I requested it of her and she was easily made in agreement,” he explains. “You know the lady well.” Aemond knows he is wrong for teasing you after the stress of this past day but a part of him wanders if you know it already.

“I do?” you ask. For someone as intelligent as yourself you question sounds dumb to your ears and perhaps Aemond’s too. “You’ve never been very interested in the ladies in the court before.”

Your words are true and Aemond thinks your pensive look is due to you thinking back to feasts and banquets hosted where he would seldom dance with ladies. It was always his mother, his sister, then you.

“Do not tax yourself by thinking of my interaction with every lady in court,” he tells you after a moment. By the way your eyes snap to his he thinks you are aware now he was teasing you. “There is no one who knows her better than yourself.”

“Aemond,” you whisper, admonishing him as you look at him bashfully and maybe even a tad bit enraged. “Must you toy with me?”

“Apologies, my lady,” he says, not sounding apologetic at all. “But I thought you knew. There is no lady but you I would wed and certainly no other I would ask the Queen to allow me to marry.”

Your gaze is soft when you look at him after he says these words, a sigh escaping your lips. “Oh Aemond,” you say and take steps towards him before you reach him. When you tilt your head to look at him, he wraps his arm around your waist. He doesn’t pull you closer, not yet at least, but rubs soothing circles on your back. You lean into him and rest the side of your cheek against his chest as your limbs relaxing now that you are in his embrace. “There is no one else I would marry. The Realm itself would have to pull me away from you.”

He tucks your head under his chin and there is nothing stopping him now as he wraps both arms around your middle, pulling you against him. This was the closest he had gotten to peace, Aemond realizes. He thinks that you were right. Rhaenyra might make a fine Queen. He knew for certain if it were not for her, he would not be able to marry you.

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reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3

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jebiknights · 4 months

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Sometimes I just remember that oh right it's apparently a slightly controversial opinion that I think if Palpatine hadn't been involved at all that Anakin could've been perfectly happy and fulfilled with the Jedi.

Like just from rots we see Anakin want to follow Jedi ideals, to seek advice and even help from the very Jedi that fandom loves to act like he hates and who hate him in return, and we see the Jedi around him actually have a lot of respect for him! But every time he makes progress Palpatine is whispering in his ear and pulling out the stitches and re-opening the wounds, making it near impossible for him to actually grow as a Jedi and instead he grows closer to Falling. Not to mention the war, which was orchestrated in part to actively challenge the Jedi's morals and make them make bad and questionable choices.

Plenty of Legends canon and even current canon in things like the marvel comics show Anakin actively wrestling and considering Jedi philosophy, the pros and cons, and working through all his trauma and trying to figure out what's right for him and what the Jedi code actually means. People act like he only ever does lightsaber training and that he never picked up a book in his entire padawanship (which not only is just not how the Jedi Order works from what we see but honestly is just a boring take on the character imo).

Like, I just don't think that Anakin is actually incompatible with the Jedi Order! I think he could've thrived there if he wasn't being actively sabotaged and also had more time.

#anakin skywalker #jedi positive #pro jedi #anyway i also dont think that the jedi order is incompatible with romance just that anakin has trauma about #his interpersonal attachments and that he didnt get a great teaching on it in canon bc obi wan needs therapy #nd so never really discussed it with anakin #which is not necessarily a shot at obi wan i just think that entire lineage has communication issues lmao #like obi wan has both trauma and oin legends actual healthy relationships and exes he no longer dates #who were jedi!#but like he doesnt actually discuss this with anakin?#and tbh thats the most canon to me lmao obi wan just doesnt realize he needs to talk about it or maybe how?#anakin #sw meta #sorta lmao #jedi order

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sukiipoo · 3 months

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A F T E R C A R E : Shoto Todoroki

description: Shoto comes home with more than just a few bruises, and you think its best you help him patch up.

before you read: gender neutral reader, fluff / comfort, married!reader x Shoto Todoroki, TW; mention of blood, kissing.

After a long day of patrolling the raining city of Osaka, Shoto shuffles through the door slowly, kicking his boots off to the side and sliding his gear off, dropping it onto the floor with a loud thud!, before walking into the kitchen where you stand, mixing ingredients into a pot for dinner. You and Shoto have been married for quite some time now, and him being a pro hero, you are used to him coming home bruised, battered and exhausted. He walks up behind you, pulling you close to his chest and laying his head softly on yours.

"You ok?" You ask, looking up from your soup at him.

"Long day...just tired." He mumbles into your hair, looking around you at the nice boiling soup on the stove. "That smells nice, what is it?" He lets go of you, and now that he's beside you, you can take a good look at him. His face is full of burn marks and a huge, purple bruise forming just below his right eye. Dried blood is seen in his hair, as well as his face, and he looks absolutely fatigued. You gasp as you drop the wooden spoon you were holding, grabbing his face softly.

"Oh my god, Shoto are you ok?!? That looks really painful!" You yell softly at him in concern, watching him flinch as you softly graze one of the burn marks. you turn back to the stove, turning the soup on low, before grabbing his hand and walking him into the hall bathroom. "Baby, I'm fine, really. It'll heal on its-" he doesn't finish his sentence, as you sit him down on the side of the bathtub, sighing. "Some things can't heal on their own, Sho...just...let me help you, please?.." You both sit there staring at each other in silence, before he eventually gives in, sighing and nodding slowly.

You open the cabinet, getting out the first aid kit, opening it on the counter and grabbing a few things from it, before walking back over to Shoto, sitting on his lap facing him. "This might sting a bit." You hold up the cotton swab, dipping it in rubbing alcohol, before dabbing it on his face. He flinches, hissing softly. "I know, baby, I'm sorry..only a few more burns." Your heart aches as you see you husband in pain. You never liked seeing him hurt, or injured back in high school. as you finish patching his face with bandaids, He watches you fondly. "How did I get so lucky?...." You hear him mumble to no one in particular. You smile, softly cup his face, before kissing his lips adoringly. He slowly leans into it, laying his hands on your thighs, before sliding them up to your waist slowly.

As you both part lips, he smiles at you, patting your waist as an indication to get up from his lap. "So, back to dinner now, yeah?" You chuckle at him, before leading him out of the bathroom in to the kitchen. "I cooked some Miso Soup since it's a pretty groggy day." He hums in acknowledgment, sitting at the counter as you finish up the soup. "So how was your day, my love?" He sits with his head in his hand, watching you adoringly as you babble on happily about your day, not leaving out any details.

(Sweet Baby Shoto <3 love him sm)

#anime #mha x reader #mha #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #married life #pro hero au #bnha #bnha x reader #fluff #mha fluff #comfort #one shot

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Could you write Aemond as he takes care of his newborn daughter. Maybe something from his pov, his thoughts when she looks at him, smiles at him, giggles in his presence and all feelings washing through him. Him observing her, lulling her to sleep, as many moments of the two of them as possible. Maybe even him already talking to her in High Valyrian so she would be familiar with language since the beginning. Let our hearts melt 💖

But of course! I was in the mood to write this tender moment of dad Aemond and his little girl.

Call this a precursor to when she grows up into a teenager and he has to fight off suitors left and right.

Aemond x fem!reader | dad Aemond | a gentle morning

She was sunshine on a cold winter’s day.

His little dragon. Given to him by the woman he was still awed to call “wife”.

Aemond reached down, smiling as his little daughter clasped his index finger with her tiny fist. Her mouth, so much like his, curled into a toothless grin as she gurgled and cooed up at him.

She was beautiful.

A perfect creation.

Aemond carded his fingers through her soft white curls, her lilac eyes shining with adoration as he lifted her carefully into his arms. She tugged at his own silver hair, chubby fingers probing the side of his face where his sapphire sat.

She seemed entranced by the glittering gemstone, her wide eyes staring in wonder, not fear. Aemond’s throat tightened as he watched her study him, his heart feeling fuller than he ever thought possible.

Aemond bounced his little dragon in his arms, peppering kisses all over her scrunched up face until she giggled, her small fingers tugging at his nose and ears as she laughed wildly.

“Issa qēlos.” Aemond murmured, tucking his daughter under his chin as he held her against his chest. “Ao issi issa glaeson.”

He continued speaking High Valyrian into her soft hair. She had stilled, seemingly intent on listening to the low tone of his voice as he spoke the language of their ancestors.

Aemond turned to the arched window. “Jurnegon.” He pointed, guiding his daughter’s curious gaze to the sprawling city of King’s Landing, the sea sparkling blue far beyond. A dragon, Dreamfyre by the blue hue of her scales, soared above the shimmering waves. Far out, Aemond heard a distant roar. “Zaldrīzes.” He whispered into his daughter’s ear. “Dragon.” He smiled, kissing the top of her head as she cooed at the beautiful creature. “Soon you will ride one of your own. Perhaps I will take you with me atop Vhagar someday.”

“Hopefully not before she is at least a year old, Aemond.”

His smile broadened as he turned to the doorway, his wife looking radiant as she shook her head teasingly at him. “I’ll not allow you to take our infant daughter on a dragon joyride.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my love.” Aemond chuckled, crossing to kiss her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips as their daughter shifted to look up at them, her little arms reaching out for her mother.

“She’s hungry.” Y/N said, hoisting the child into her arms and cradling her against her bosom.

Aemond moved back to the window, resting his back against the stone wall as he watched his wife feed their baby. She rocked the little one, looking down at her with radiant adoration as she hummed a soft lullaby.

“You are a wonderful mother.” He murmured.

“Just as you are the best father.” She graced him with one of those smiles that made his heart skip a beat.

She did not know the impact those words had, and Aemond gave nothing away in his expression. To be the kind of father Aemond never had was one of the greatest desires of his life.

Tempering the emotion swelling within him, Aemond strode over to where Y/N still nursed their daughter, embracing her from behind as he kissed her head, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her hair. His hands trailed from the curves of her waist to cradle where their daughter lay nestled secure in her arms.

She sighed, leaning back into him, tilting her lovely head up to accept the searching kiss he pressed to her honeyed lips. A warm breeze floated through the open window, caressing Aemond’s skin and sending his long hair fluttering over his shoulders, tickling the column of Y/N’s neck. She giggled into his mouth, pulling away only slightly to brush her nose against his.

Their small daughter, now finished with her morning meal, stared up at them sleepily. Aemond brushed a thumb along the corner of her mouth, wiping away a droplet of moisture. “She’s a messy eater.” He mused.

“She gets it from your side of the family.” Y/N teased, readjusting her bodice.

“Undoubtedly.” Aemond agreed.

Their daughter reached out for him with both arms, straining to escape Y/N’s grasp. “It seems like she has an obsession with your hair.” His wife laughed, rolling her eyes as their daughter twined her tiny fingers once more in Aemond’s mussed locks.

“She inherited that from you.” Aemond shot his wife a mischievous glance, wincing slightly at a particularly sharp tug.

She slapped his shoulder playfully. “Oh hush.”

“As well as her strength!” Aemond feigned injury, looking down at the happy face of his little daughter. “You will have the might of ten men, and the stature of one of the Queens of Old Valyria.”

“Perzys se ānogar.” Y/N said softly, drawing Aemond’s lilac gaze to her reverent face.

“Perzys se ānogar.” He echoed. “Fire and blood.”

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