#three brothers and dragons pearl

[grievousalien]

An exclusive illustration I created for my book “Three brothers & the dragon’s pearl”, that has recently came out (in English soon) ;)

The book is about yokai (Japanese mythical creatures) on the background of samurai clan wars of XVI century.

Currently working on illustrations for the second book of the “Three brothers” series.

#traditional art #art #Illustration #fantasyart #artists on tumblr #japan #japanese art #yokai #yokai art #monsters #japanese yokai #three brothers and dragons pearl #three brothers #3 brothers #old japan #fantasy book #Book Illustration

[whbfan]

The Two Stars That Fell From The Sky | Part 6/6

A jubilant Michael poured down from a gap in the clouds, accompanied by enough angels to fill the sky.

6666 Knight angels, 4444 Magic angels, and 2222 Self-destructing angels crowded around Michael as they looked down.

Michael had come with his army.

—

Astaroth: Michael…! Wait, this is difficult…

Sitri: …Looks like only our great names will be left for generations to come… Not only Lucifer but Michael in one spot…

Lucifer looked up at Michael as if he were dreaming, whereas Satan’s group tensed up even more, their eyes wide.

Lucifer: Michael…

Michael flushed and trembled, as if Lucifer whispering his name in a low voice alone had brought him to climax.

Michael: Hyung! It’s me!!! Wait, you even have the magic pearl next to you. I knew it!

He called Gamigin the ‘magic pearl’ without even mentioning his presence, as though he still disdained life.

He was smiling at Lucifer, shining his golden, false eye.

He had the fake, golden eyepatch because Lucifer had plucked out his eyeball in the past, but the way he still smiled broadly at his brother seemed to show his almost fanatical affection.

Lucifer: Michael, wait—

Michael: Now, servants of the sky, cut the young dragon into a thousand pieces and scatter them upon the earth and bring me the magic pearl. Kill the impudent Satan and his hosts besides him.

Michael coldly glanced at the self-destructing angels.

Michael: Destroy them as though they had never existed in this world with all your lives.

Michael raised his hand as if to finish his order then regarded Lucifer with a kind smiling face again.

Michael: Lucifer hyung. You cannot fly to heaven, so take my hand. The rest of you, go down and bring him with all your heart. If he feels discomforted even in the slightest, I shall rip you into a hundred pieces.

When Michael lowered his hand, the angels folded their wings in unison and began to plummet toward the ground.

Sitri: …Your Majesty, what do we do?!

Satan: Tsk. We’ll do what we always do.

Satan clicked his tongue once and then stood in front of Jjok who was obscured by the grass, as if blocking him and Gamigin.

Facing off against Michael and his army of 13,332 angels was only one king, three dukes, and one little devil to defend.

Satan scanned his comrades who were gritting their teeth and preparing for battle.

Then, he opened his mouth wide to take a big breath and—

Satan: The victory from Hell begins here—!!!

Satan’s voice rang the large forest.

Birds flew up from the forest and the angel bodies on the ground and in the air trembled.

The back fighting to preserve even a single life. As Jjok looked up at, tears welling in his eyes, Satan’s men grinned as they heard their king’s cry.

BANG!!!

Amidst the self-destructing angels and flying spears of light, Satan’s party stood their ground and began to fight back. It was the second war in the forsaken ‘Paradise’.

Bang—! Bang—!

Each time gunshots erupted from the unseen Leraye, an angel head was blown off.

The never-missing gun, but there were too many angels.

Every time a self-destructing angel blew itself up, Satan was covered in blood protecting Sitri and Astaroth.

As if that didn’t matter, Satan did nothing to protect himself, decapitating angels and tearing their wings off as they rushed at his people.

In the midst of all the chaos, Michael flew down like a light feather falling from the sky and made his way to Lucifer, who neither aided the devils nor the angels.

Michael: My beloved brother. Let us leave this to our slaves and return.

Michael smiled happily and extended his hand toward Lucifer.

Just then, Michael saw something small and irritating flying towards him in his field of vision.

Jjok: Don’t take Mr. Lucifer…! My family…!!!

Jjok yelled, leaping towards Michael shedding tears and urine at the same time.

But Michael didn’t even frown as he raised his hand lightly as if to swat away a fly and pointed toward Jjok with his index finger.

A ray of light exploded from the tip, shone in a straight line for a moment… and Jjok’s body fell to the ground.

Jjok’s stomach had a hole too but for his body and was making burning noises,

And he could see Lucifer’s blank face beyond the hole in the falling Jjok.

The scene of the small devil charging towards Michael, getting a punctured and falling like a leaf played like a slow motion in Lucifer’s eyes.

Although Satan and his party who were in the middle of battle failed to notice Gamigin and Lucifer saw it all.

Gamigin uttered his friend’s name and stretched out with all his might, but he felt like his body was also moving much too slowly.

In the end, Jjok’s body plopped to the ground and rolled over the lawn a few times and came to a limp stop without reaching the tip of Gamigin’s hand.

Lucifer watched it all.

—

He had the feeling that this moment flowed much more slowly than the two years he spent with them.

When Jjok fell, acrid smoke billowing from his body and his unfocused eyes headed for Lucifer—

Michael: Even a lowly, trivial creature shows hostility for us… Hell is indeed a den of beggars that should disappear. Right, Hyung?

Michael jeered at Jjok’s death and suddenly hardened.

Lucifer’s footstep-less feet headed for Jjok.

The mere movement of the First Light was enough to cause those who had been frantically attacking each other to pause and stare at it.

Lucifer’s gliding movements towards Jjok were so benevolent and painful that no one could move, no one could breathe, for the only thing that existed was the fact that they were not to be disturbed, regardless of race or circumstance.

In the scene that was filled with bloody mist, time seemed to stand still.

In the silence, pure white hands pushed through the grass and preciously held up the small fallen body.

Jjok had been attacked so instantly that he didn’t even have a pained expression in his face.

In fact, his eyes were closed in the last brave expression he had as he charged at Michael.

Lucifer stroked Jjok’s body softly with his hand. His moving hand that glimmered with holy light made the scene feel sacred in itself.

All the creatures there didn’t even breathe, and while even the wind stayed silent as though trying not to disturb him, Lucifer hugged Jjok tightly in his chest.

Lucifer lowered his head and murmured as if to share his breath with that tiny creature.

No one heard what he said, but a few angels were sniveling already.

When Michael heard the sound, he came to and yelled loudly enough to ring the sky.

Michael: Listen, slaves of Heaven!!!!!!! Kill the filthy devils!!! Rip and stomp over that thing that soiled my brother’s hands!!!!!!!!!!

Michael shouted, shooting blinding beams from his eyes and fingertips and the angels’ eyes rolled back in their heads at the sound of Michael’s voice as they began to attack Satan’s group again.

Michael’s light pierced Sitri’s chest and he groaned as he collapsed. The spot where the light had passed was sizzling and dug out as if it had never been there.

Astaroth embraced Sitri and eight angels wielding swords of light rushed toward them at once.

Just then, Satan swung his huge Scythe of blood to cut through the eight angels and yelled at Lucifer.

Satan: Damn it, you shithead who shone first! If he really was someone you treasured, prove it!!!

Jjok’s final shout overlapped Satan’s red one.

Jjok: [Don’t take Mr. Lucifer…!! My family…!!!]

Lucifer didn’t let them call him under any titles but Jjok and Gamigin already considered him to be family.

Just then, Lucifer raised his head and handed Jjok in his hand to Gamigin.

Gamigin: Mr. Lucifer…

Michael: [The blasphemous, disgusting one who tempted my brother!!! The main instigator of all this!]

The moment Gamigin quietly took Jjok into his arms, the red light exploding from Michael’s eye flew faster and stronger than ever before.

The ominous glow which seemed to refuse to be contained gave both the devils and angels present an eerie sense of danger.

Sitri: Wait, no…!!

If Gamigin dies, God is the only one who can stop the crazy Lucifer…! Sitri was clever even in split seconds like this and sensed danger.

Just as he was about to throw himself to stop the light instead, Sitri’s jaw dropped as he stopped.

Lucifer’s hand was holding Michael’s ray of light. The light in Lucifer’s hand had stopped in front of Gamigin’s chest, unable to advance further.

Astaroth: He can catch… the light with his hand…?

Sitri: …The first to shine, the majesty of his face was such that even this was possible.

When Lucifer snapped the ray of light in his hand, there was a clang—! of shattering glass as it snapped and exploded.

And then, staring at Michael who had just tried to harm both Gamigin and Jjok, Lucifer stepped soundlessly toward him.

Even in that moment, Michael beamed, thinking that Lucifer was returning to him. But his smile soon slid off his face.

Lucifer’s white eyes turned black as he slowly took a step.

On his second step, his body descended about a foot and his feet touched the ground.

Boooom…!!!

The vibration shook all of Hell once and loudly, causing a few of the angels in the ground to stumble and fall.

Where Lucifer’s first foot touched the ground, it crushed, burned, melted and hardened into the shape of his foot, leaving a footprint.

And when he finally stood before Michael on his third step, black energy, not white, began to flow from his body.

The torn clothes wrapped around his body burnt from his toes and were soon replaced by a pitch black suit.

From beneath the feet of the finished black suit, a snake with pure white scales coiled up from his body, embedding itself as a pattern of his clothing.

And from Lucifer’s head, bright red horns that were the same color as Jjok’s began to grow.

Michael: L-Lucifer-hyung…?!!

Lucifer disregarded Michael as though he was going to answer him, but when he quietly opened his mouth his words resonated through the entire sky.

Lucifer: [Kneel, he who walks on the ground.]

At his words, the angels who were standing on the ground made a collective thump! thud! thud! and fell to their knees at the same time. Their knees were shattered and their bones were visible but they could not even move.

Suddenly, a crackling sound filled the sky. The angels had begun to gnash their teeth and tremble.

Lucifer: [Bow, he who flies through the sky.]

Then the angels flying in the sky were simultaneously thrown vertically toward the ground. The angels in the ground made the sound of something being smashed where they touched.

Leraye: [Damn… We nearly fought that guy…?!]

Aiming his gun from far away, Leraye had soon lowered his gun and was gritting his teeth with his arms around his shoulders,

Lucifer: [He who carries light, worship with the best of what you have.]

When Lucifer’s last words echoed through the sky, all the angels slit their own throats with their weapons.

They cut their throats to the point their necks dangled on their shoulders and the bloody cost of white light sprouting from their necks made the surroundings look hazy for a moment.

Only Michael stood unaffected and unharmed in the silent haze.

No, it wasn’t even that Michael was unaffected but that Lucifer didn’t use his powers on him alone.

Hundreds of Michael’s subordinates had dropped down dead in a second but he shouted at Lucifer as through it didn’t matter.

Michael: Lucifer-hyung…!! How could you abandon us to belong to Hell…!!!

The eye Lucifer dug out began to stream with tears. He was so flustered and angry and upset that he didn’t know what to do.

Lucifer murmured as mercifully as he did when he embraced Jjok but in a gloomy, sullen tone.

Lucifer: I am a fallen angel. I was born as the son of mornings yet set into afterlife.

Lucifer: I have failed Heaven with my arrogance and will repent in Hell.

His gloomy words were an answer for Michael, who was bawling like a child.

A mixture of flesh-cutting fury and child-carrying affection was radiating from Lucifer’s body.

Lucifer: I love you, my brother. Which is why I will give you one last chance.

Lucifer: Return.

When Lucifer lowered his head and looked at the ground, the ground in front of Michael split in two and black energy blossomed like smoke from the crack.

The thicker the black energy became, the hazier Lucifer seemed in Michael’s eye.

Just as Michael was about to shout Lucifer’s name again, Lucifer took the initiative and announced,

Lucifer: I proclaim this land to be [Paradise Lost]. Anyone who violates this area without my permission will not escape this land alive.

Lucifer: Even if that is God.

Michael’s eyes widened at the name he spat out, as well as those of the other devils there.

Michael flashed his golden eye from behind a veil of black energy, weeping and gnashing his teeth.

Michael: How…!!!!! How could that lowly, uncivilized creature!!!!! To us!!!!!!!!! To me!!!!!!!!!

Lucifer spoke in a sad voice at Jjok whom Gamigin was holding preciously in his arms.

His voice was tinged with a range of emotions he’d been desperately suppressing.

Jjok scowling with all his might flying towards a berry on a tall tree, and Jjok’s smiling face flitted across Lucifer’s vision.

Lucifer: This virtuous being is the one who, by his own strength, has gained what is highest with his own power.

Lucifer: Michael, it is an honor you and your other brothers who had everything from the start do not know. I hope you realize it one day.

It seemed as though Lucifer was trying to bring Michael around until the end, but when he raised his head… Michael had already flown high into the Heaven.

When the pressure finally eased a little, the sound of heavy footsteps drew closer to Lucifer. It was Satan.

Lucifer: …….

Satan: ……..

Lucifer and Satan quietly regarded each other,

Sitri and Astaroth were watching Satan with a look of ‘What do we do now?’ on their faces.

After saying nothing for some time, Satan stretched his fist in front of him and spoke.

Satan: I’ll tell the other five kings that a seventh King of Hell stands on this land.

Sitri: Your Majesty…! But—

Satan: Enough.

Sitri seemed to have more left to say, but Satan tapped him on the shoulder and quietened him.

Satan: He has lost his family twice already today.

Sitri: ……I understand.

At Satan’s words, Sitri stared at Jjok while Astaroth stared into the sky.

Then, Lucifer spoke to Gamigin behind him over his shoulder.

Lucifer: I only received things from you. I never did anything for you.

Lucifer: I failed to avenge Jjok nor conciliate Michael.

Lucifer: I… can no longer live my life with a straight face…

Lucifer hung his head, hugging himself with his arms as though hiding the embarrassing parts of his body.

Lucifer: However… I will protect all the innocent devils here until the war of Hell comes to an end.

Lucifer: I am sorry…

An improbable word, an apology from the most noble and perfect of men, but Gamigin spoke as brightly and energetically as ever.

Gamigin: I will always be by your side.

His bright, powerful voice which were at odds with the brooding Lucifer-ian atmosphere, seemed to harmonize them.

His bells sounded a little wet like his voice but Gamigin tried his best to smile again.

……

—

Lucifer: …I am a little tired after talking so much.

The large boulder, no, Lucifer sitting on the rubble of fallen building muttered quietly.

His voice was barely audibly if you didn’t concentrate, which was as it should be because all around him now were hundreds of angels flying through the sky, attacking just as they had when Michael had come down all those years ago.

The angels couldn’t threaten him more because of their awe and fear of the being called Lucifer, and only threw spears and swords of light from afar but it still cut and pierced when they touched him.

Lucifer was in the middle of a battlefield that was just off of Paradise Lost but Lucifer suddenly began to talk for quite a long time about the past as though he couldn’t see nor hear it.

There were devils shining their eyes as they listened to him like young children, breathing quietly to hear him.

Marbas, Morax, and Buer had their limbs cut and pierced because of the spears of light that rained down from above, but they only stared at Lucifer as though they couldn’t waste time suffering.

Probably because of Lucifer’s mouth had opened for the first time in a long time.

Spears had pierced Morax’s arm several times and it dangled from his shoulders, and there seemed to be no more space for any more swords to drive into Buer’s back.

But they didn’t want to miss the voice of their noble king, which they could only hear at such length on very rare occasions.

His voice which was as soft as milk and honey was often languid and mostly melancholy but always tinged with affection for the beings who listened.

No matter what he was talking about he had a voice you could listen to for a thousand years and never get bored.

Morax: …So what happened? Was Jjok buried in that land?

Buer: I do envy that a little… To be the first subject to be buried in Paradise Lost…

Gamigin: I know, right!!! What do you think happened!!!!

When Gamigin jingled his staff with an excited look on his face as though this was the climax of the story, the devils around him rebuked him.

Marbas: It’s loud…

Morax: You’re loud.

Buer: How loud.

Just as Buer stroked his chin with a. Bloody hand and was the last to complain, a small shout came from above Lucifer’s shoulders.

Jjok: What the—!! What the what the what the—!! I didn’t die!! Mr. Lucifer, why would you finish without saying the last important part?!

Jjok: What the what the—!! You guys also know I’m alive!!

When Jjok spoke, Marbas’ body collapsed with a thud.

Beneath his smiling face, a spear of light pierced his throat.

But no one looked back at him. Three blades suddenly drove into Buer’s left chest, who then vomited blood and turned limp with a smile of his face.

Even Morax with his dangling arm fell to this knees and collapsed sideways with a smile. That was how everyone died.

Lucifer slowly stood up from his seat.

Lucifer: Looks like I have been talking for too long. Let us all return.

Gamigin: Yep!!

Gamigin answered brightly from right behind Lucifer.

And he shook his staff with a jingle—! for the last time, raising it high into the sky and driving it into the ground.

Flash—!!

A light as bright as the sun flowed from the ground and the staff embedded itself into and the light flowed into Marbas, Morax and Buer’s bodies.

They calmly sat up as though waking up from a nap.

The cuts had glued together, the punctures plugged. No, they looked even more refreshed than they had before collapsing.

The startled angels opened their mouths wide in surprise and shot spears and arrows again too late.

The devils there began to radiate green energy from their bodies as though they thought the story was over.

Pleasant sounds like the sound of a star shining, wind smiling, emotions being moved began to sound from them.

The angels continued to throw spears and swords of light but were healed faster than wounding the devils.

Marbas was healing Morax, Morax was healing Buer, and Gamigin was healing Buer. They were healing each other at the same time and no wound could even mark them.

Having come back to life, Marbas nodded in a leisurely way and spoke to Gamigin amidst the downpour of spears and swords.

Marbas: So, Gamigin and Jjok who experienced such a thing together are his Majesty, Lucifer’s family.

Gamigin: Yes. Like you hyungs!

As someone who knew their untold stories, Gamigin smiled brightly.

The angels ground their teeth at Lucifer’s party who brushed themselves off and walked away.

Just then, six angels who looked the bravest and had the fiercest eyes flew low and rushed for Lucifer’s party.

Brutal Angel: I shan’t ever let you go, traitor Lucifer…!

But before they could even reach the ground, they slit their own throats in unison and plummeted to the ground as though they had stepped over an invisible line.

Listening to the rustling and crinkling of wings, Jjok who had now taken up residence above Gamigin’s head screeched at the angels, arms and legs spread wide.

Jjok: Beyond this line is the domain of Lucifer! The Seventh King of Hell! Whoever sets foot in Paradise Lost without his permission will not make it out alive!

Jjok: Even if that is God!!!!!!!

Marbas: It’s loud…

Morax: You’re loud.

Buer: How loud.

The great little devil Jjok, who was almost a red lump, or perhaps a slightly white lump, was the first of the Red Lumo family to belong to another continent,

He ignored the devils and continued to bellow at the top of his voice and the angels had no choice but to grind their teeth and do nothing to them.

It was their own and, the land the angels had lost, but the devils had reclaimed. [Paradise Lost].

—

And Gamigin…

Gamigin: [Even after a long time, I couldn’t stop the blood flowing from where Mr. Lucifer’s wings used to be.]

Gamigin: [I only wish I could heal him… but even if I gather the power in my magic pearl, I couldn’t do it.]

Gamigin: [Probably because Mr. Lucifer didn’t want it.]

Gamigin: [That was when I realized that even the magic pearl doesn’t grant all the wishes in the world.]

Gamigin: [Perhaps the blood on his back would stop bleeding when he returns to Heaven?]

Gamigin: But I… don’t want him to go back to Heaven.

Gamigin rested his chin on his hand and stared out the window at Lucifer’s footprints on the ground in the clearing outside the house.

Gamigin: I wish Mr. Lucifer would stay him. Maybe the war wouldn’t be so bad after all…

#the two stars that fell from the sky #what in hell is bad #what in ‘hell’ is bad #whb #whb spoilers #whb event #whb gamigin #whb lucifer #whb jjok #whb satan #whb michael

[kckt88]

Three Breaths, One Heart.

Summary:

Vaeryna and Aemond continue to enjoy their 'monthly arrangment' with Aegon, until tragedy strikes.

Warning(s): Language, Exploring, Questionable use of the Iron Throne, Kissing, Incest, Smut - F/M/M, Oral Sex (M Receiving), P in V Sex, Cuts, Blood, After Care.

T.W - Miscarriage, Grief, Mouring!!!

A. N - I wanted to try something a little different with my writing.

Word Count: - 3279

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

SEQUEL ONE-SHOT TO THREE HEARTS, ONE BREATH.

AEMOND X O.C & AEGON X O.C

“I’m not entirely sure of your loyalty” mused Aegon.

“Oh, Your Grace I’m loyal-I-I swear” gasped Vaeryna.

“I see you already on your knees my sweet-but I have yet to be convinced” replied Aegon.

“P-Please, l-let me s-show you” moaned Vaeryna.

“-And how are you going to do that?” asked Aegon pursing his lips.

“M-My m-mouth on your cock” panted Vaeryna screwing her eyes shut.

“A most unusual way of pledging one’s loyalty, but I shall allow it” said Aegon.

“A-Aemond, gods-“ moaned Vaeryna.

“Please your King and suck his cock ābrazȳrys” breathed Aemond (Wife).

Vaeryna moved her hands from the floor and reached forward, quickly undoing the laces on Aegon’s breeches, his cock already straining against the fabric.

“Y-Yes Aemond-please” whimpered Vaeryna as she pressed her face against Aegon’s leg.

“I won’t tell you again Issa byka perzys” ordered Aemond (My little fire).

Vaeryna took a deep breath and took Aegon’s cock from his breeches and wrapped her warm, wet mouth over the already glistening head.

“Fuck-that’s it” moaned Aegon quietly his fingers digging painfully into the metal of the Iron Throne.

“Good girl-“ exclaimed Aemond his large hands grasping her hips.

Vaeryna moaned loudly around Aegon’s cock, as Aemond began to thrust in and out of her in deep achingly slow thrusts.

“Your cunt is dripping, it's so beautiful” sighed Aemond.

“Gods” groaned Aegon, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as he slowly thrust back and forth.

Over and over, withdrawing further each time, until his cock entirely withdrew from Vaeryna’s warm wet entrance. He marvelled at her perfect mother’s body.

Such a beautiful, delicious thing his wife was. Allowing him and his brother entry into the most sacred parts of her body.

Aemond began to fuck her in earnest, plunging his cock into her cunny over and over, thrilling to hear Vaeryna’s moans of need echoing around the throne room.

Bracing her hands against Aegon’s thighs, she pushed against Aemond so he could shove his cock in. Harder and faster.

“J-Just a little more” moaned Aegon, his eyes rolling into the back of head.

The pleasure was indescribable, Vaeryna’s mouth around his cock as his brother fucked her from behind.

Gods this arrangement between them was better than anything he’d ever imagined.

Aemond felt his stones draw in; his peak was approaching. He snaked a hand around Vaeryna’s body and played with her clitoris, plucking it with his fingers.

“Oh gods” moaned Vaeryna as her whole-body began to shake.

“Come for me, love” breathed Aemond, his thrusts starting to jerk.

He was close. So very close.

Vaeryna screamed as her desperately needed peak exploded from her body, making every limb tremble as her body bucked around Aemond’s cock.

Aemond’s own peak nearly took him off his feet. The sensation took over his body as he spilled rope after rope of his seed, he had no recollection of what he did or said for the good minute it took for his peak to crest, then subside.

Seeing his brother reach his peak was enough to send Aegon over the edge, as he thrust his hips forward and spilled his seed in Vaeryna’s mouth.

His naughty little dragon gazed up at him, her eyes locked with his as she swallowed every drop.

“Issa gevie nūmio” muttered Aegon as he withdrew his softened cock from Vaeryna’s mouth and tucked it back inside his breeches (My beautiful pearl).

“Rather bold to suggest doing this in the throne room Your Grace” said Aemond as he withdrew from Vaeryna and pulled her skirts over her exposed lower half.

“I have my moments” replied Aegon as he gently ran his fingers through Vaeryna’s messy silver tresses.

“I just hope mother doesn’t find out-“ muttered Aemond as he tucked himself back inside his breeches and then stood up.

“What’s the worst she could say, I’ve always been a disappointment to her-so it would be like water off a ducks back” said Aegon shrugging.

“Your not a disappointment” whispered Vaeryna wincing as she tried to stand up.

“I-Is everything ok my love?” asked Aemond reaching out to grasp Vaeryna gently.

“I cut my knees on the floor” said Vaeryna.

“Let me see” muttered Aemond as he helped his wife slowly manoeuvre into a sitting position.

“It’s really not that bad” said Vaeryna as she pulled up her skirts.

“Knees cut open and covered in blood but it’s not that bad she says” muttered Aemond.

“Are you in pain?” asked Aegon as Vaeryna leaned back against his legs.

“Just stings a little” replied Vaeryna.

“You should have told me-If I knew you were hurt, I wouldn’t have carried on” mumbled Aemond his cheeks tinged pink.

“A little pain enhances the pleasure, besides it’s not that bad and it was totally worth it”.

“My wife-always the optimist” said Aemond smiling.

“Mayhaps we should head back to your chambers; the guards will be back soon” said Aegon.

“Ready to stand up?” asked Aemond.

“As I’ll ever be” laughed Vaeryna.

Aemond looped his arms around his wife’s smaller body and quickly pulled her to her feet, his heart clenching at the sound of her gasping in pain.

“Maybe we should rethink this whole Iron Throne sex thing” mused Aegon.

“What? No-just get cushions” replied Vaeryna smiling.

Aegon and Aemond looked at one another before they burst out laughing.

Vaeryna was truly a gift from the gods.

“He hit me-“

“-No he hit me first”

“Mama play-“

“If you could just wait a moment my sweet” replied Vaeryna.

“-But mama, look” said Aegar clapping his tiny hands together.

“Stop sitting near me-“

“-You stop looking at me”

“Both of you stop this falling out” said Vaeryna grimacing slightly as a dull aching sensation radiated across her stomach.

“But mama-“

“Saeryna, I hope you’re not collecting spiders to put in your grandmothers tea” said Vaeryna.

“No mother” replied Saeryna innocently.

“Stop pushing your brother’s face into the mud” urged Vaeryna placing a hand on her stomach.

“Oh, gross-Mama Caelee is trying to eat worms”.

“P-please just-all of you-” exclaimed Vaeryna as she collapsed to the ground.

“MAMA”

“Get father-“

“MAMA-WAKE UP”

“DADDY”

Vaeryna wanted to reassure her children that she was fine, but she couldn’t the stabbing pain in her stomach was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

“VAERYNA”

Suddenly there was a flurry activity and soon the children were huddled together looking fearful as their father bent down towards their mother who was still laying face first on the ground.

“Mama fell down” said Caelee.

“Ryna-my love” whispered Aemond as he gently rolled her over onto her back.

“Is she going to be ok?” asked Aerys nervously.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine” whispered Daenerys.

“Mayhaps we should get the children inside” mused Aegon the Younger.

“Ser Colton-will you escort the children to my mother”.

“Yes, Your Grace-come along children” said Ser Colton firmly.

“I don’t want to leave mama” sobbed Caelee.

“You heard the King-let the Maester’s help your mother” said Jaehaera.

“S-She kept holding her tummy-“ muttered Aerys.

“Mama poorly-“ said Aegar.

“I-Is that blood?” asked Aemond as Vaeryna began whimpering.

“Get the children inside. NOW” roared Aegon.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS MUNKUN” shouted Aemond.

“He’s on his way-“ replied Aegon.

Vaeryna couldn’t think of anything except the pain, gods it was like her insides were being twisted upon themselves, she felt a warm wetness between her legs and began sobbing.

“A-Aemond” cried Vaeryna grasping mindlessly in the air for her husband.

“I’m here-it’s ok” replied Aemond softly as he took her hand.

“Hurts” exclaimed Vaeryna.

“Where Issa dōna?” asked Aemond (My sweet).

“M-My stomach-“ cried Vaeryna as another sharp pain shot across her stomach.

“Aemond-the Maester’s here” said Aegon.

“It’s about fucking time” snarled Aemond.

Vaeryna opened her eye’s slightly and saw Aegon talking in rapid hushed tones with the Maester, he kept looking over his shoulder and Aemond refused to let go of her hand.

“Let’s get her moved inside, my Prince, could you perhaps carry her to your chambers”.

“I’m going to lift you up now Ryna. Can you put your arms around my neck-that’s it, hold on” urged Aemond softly.

Vaeryna’s head lolled against Aemond’s shoulder as he carried her though the corridors of the Red Keep.

The mattress was soft beneath her, the candle lights flickered and the fire crackled.

Aemond was pacing the chambers with Aegon hovering quietly in the corner. The Maester was doing something between her legs, it didn’t feel good, but she couldn’t make sense of it, every sensation was dull, voices were muffled, and her eyes were heavy.

Vaeryna couldn’t feel her legs, but she could feel her fingers, she wanted Aemond. She wanted her husband.

“A-A-Aemond” whispered Vaeryna.

“I’m here my sweet-I’m here” said Aemond as he knelt beside the bed and took her hand.

“What happened?” asked Vaeryna, her voice small and weak.

“The Maester is just trying to figure that out my love-just rest now”.

“My Prince” said Maester Munkun.

“I’ll be back in a second-“ whispered Aemond as he pressed a kiss to Vaeryna’s hand and slowly rose from her bedside.

“-The Princess was with child”.

“Was?” asked Aegon quietly.

“Unfortunately, she has suffered a miscarriage” replied Maester Munkun.

“What caused it?” asked Aemond.

“We don’t know the exact causes of such things my Prince” replied Maester Munkun.

“H-How far was she?” asked Aemond quietly.

“It was early my Prince” whispered Maester Munkun.

“W-Will she be ok?” asked Aemond.

“Physically yes, she’s in good health and there’s no reason why she shouldn’t be able to carry another child in the future but mentally-that will come with time, I’ve given her some milk of the poppy to help with the pain, it should lull her too sleep, but call me if she needs more” replied the Maester.

Vaeryna turned to look at Aemond and Aegon who were talking to the Maester, their voices still muffled but she heard the word ‘miscarriage’, she slowly moved a hand to her stomach and quietly sobbed, her heart breaking for the lost babe.

As Vaeryna closed her eyes, she saw a glimpse of silver and amethyst, a son with his father’s sharp features and her smile, fading into darkness.

“Jurnegon tolī zirȳla muña” whispered Vaeryna (Look after him mother).

“I’ll come back on the morrow to check on her, but she needs to rest and drink plenty of water” urged Maester Munkun.

“Sōvegon issa byka zaldrīzes” (Fly my little dragon).

“Thank you Maester” muttered Aemond.

“I’m sorry for your loss my Prince”.

Aemond gave a sharp nod as the Maester left his chambers, leaving him, Aegon and Vaeryna alone.

“Aemond” muttered Vaeryna, her hand running along the empty space on the bed.

“I’m here” replied Aemond.

“I-I didn’t even know that I was with child” muttered Vaeryna.

“It’s ok my love-just rest” urged Aemond as he once again knelt beside the bed.

“W-Will you hold me?” asked Vaeryna.

“Always” whispered Aemond as he quickly removed his leather jerkin and his boots and climbed onto the bed.

Vaeryna immediately sought comfort in his arms, as she pressed her face against his chest and began sobbing.

“I’ll leave you two alone” muttered Aegon.

“N-Not yet-will you hold me too-just until I fall asleep”

“Of course,” replied Aegon as he laid on the bed behind Vaeryna and placed an arm across her waist.

“I-I didn’t know” muttered Vaeryna.

“It’s ok my love-just rest” urged Aemond.

“I-I’m sorry” whimpered Vaeryna.

“It’s not your fault Issa dōna” (My sweet).

“M-my tummy hurts” muttered Vaeryna.

“Shhhh-sleep now” whispered Aemond.

“Aerion-“

“What?” asked Aemond.

“The babes name” replied Vaeryna closing her eyes as sleep finally claimed her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Aemond finally asked the question that had been lingering in the back of his mind, since the Maester had told them that Vaeryna had been with child.

“Who’s do you think?” asked Aemond.

“Don’t even think it-the babe was yours, I cannot sire children remember” replied Aegon.

“But what if-“

“No-brother, the babe wasn’t mine. I know it, deep in my heart. Although I do grieve this loss with you” muttered Aegon.

“Do you think she’ll be ok?”

“She’s stronger than she thinks-but what about you“ replied Aegon.

“Me?” asked Aemond.

“You lost a babe too-the loss is not hers alone” said Aegon as he took hold of his brother’s hand and squeezed it gently.

“But she is the one in pain-and bleeding and-“ muttered Aemond his voice wobbling.

“Physical pain and emotional pain are as equal as they need to be” said Aegon.

“I-I just-how can I feel sad for something I didn’t even know I had until it lost it”

“Even though you’re a massive twat, you’re not made of stone-you can grieve the loss too” said Aegon.

Aemond hesitated for a moment, before he broke into silent sobs. His face pressed into Vaeryna’s neck.

“You are relieved of your duties for the next few days-take the time to be there for one another” said Aegon quietly.

“But-“ argued Aemond.

“No-it’s by order of the King and you will do as commanded” replied Aegon.

“Thank you-brother” replied Aemond.

Eventually Aemond too succumbed to sleep, his arms still wrapped around his wife.

Aegon pressed a gentle kiss to Vaeryna’s shoulder and then gracefully retreated, closing the door with a soft click.

“No one is to disturb them unless it’s absolutely necessary, only the children and my mother are to visit” ordered Aegon.

“Yes, Your Grace” replied the guard.

“I mean it-anyone who defies me will find themselves a head shorter” said Aegon firmly before he turned on his heel and disappeared down the corridor, the tears rolling down his pale cheeks.

For the next few days Vaeryna slept, lulled into the world of dreams by milk of the poppy.

Her children would visit often, Saeryna picked her flowers and Vharla read her favourite book, Aerys stood mute by his mother’s bedside staring at her sleeping form unable to form words, so he took her hand and held it gently. Caelee pressed a wet kiss to her mother cheek and Aegar fell asleep with his face pressed into her neck.

Jaehaeryn also wasn’t able to form words, the normally brash and talkative boy had been struck silent by his mother’s anguish. Jaehaera and Daenerys each took turns to comb her silver hair and Rhaegar spent hours sitting by his mother’s bedside.

Alicent would visit, clutching her seven pointed star necklace and muttering words of comfort and prayer.

Aegon drowned himself in wine and Aemond never left his wife’s side.

Maester Munkun made regular visits and assured Aemond repeatedly that his wife was healing as predicted, so he began lowering the dosage of milk of the poppy and Vaeryna slowly came back to the world.

Granted her mind was a little fuzzy at first, which according to the Maester was a common side effect of milk of the poppy but slowly the mind fog cleared, and she remembered.

The emotional pain of losing their babe, came in waves. But Aemond was there, he was always there. His hand never leaving hers, his arms always a comfort.

It was Aemond and their children who dulled the pain, it was their care, it was their love, and it was their existence.

Aegon eventually resurfaced from his wine, albeit reluctantly but what else was he supposed to do when Vaeryna had charged into his chambers one day with a crazed look in her eyes and slapped the shit out of him.

“I wanted you there, why weren’t you there?” screamed Vaeryna.

“The babe was Aemond’s, you didn’t need me” replied Aegon.

“Your wrong, I did need you and so did Aemond, I thought you loved us”.

“I do love you” muttered Aegon.

“Got a funny way of showing it-Did you call for your whores?”

“No-I haven’t been with them since before our arrangement began” replied Aegon.

“Aemond is my husband, I love him with every piece of my heart and soul, but I love you too, and when I woke up, everyone was there but you” muttered Vaeryna.

“I’m sorry-I didn’t mean to upset you”.

“Aside from kicking the shit out of you, there was another reason for my visit” said Vaeryna.

“Ok-“ replied Aegon as he slumped backwards on the sofa.

“I-I thought I was done having children-but losing the babe has evoked a longing deep within me” said Vaeryna firmly.

“-Right?” questioned Aegon.

“I wish to have another babe-not right now, mayhaps in half a year I’ll be ready, but I just thought you should know” replied Vaeryna.

“Have you spoke to Aemond?”

“Yes, we talked at length last night. Once were both ready to start trying, we would need to adjust our arrangement” said Vaeryna.

“So, were not going to be together anymore?”

“Well, I know you were told you can’t sire anymore children but I don’t want to risk it, and obviously I can’t take moontea so it’s probably for the best that you-“

Aegon could feel his heart breaking at Vaeryna’s words, with his brother or his good sister he wasn’t sure how he was going to cope.

“-Avoid my cunny-at least for a while” said Vaeryna.

“Wait. What?”

“Don’t stick your cock in my cunny, as I’ll need Aemond’s seed to take root” said Vaeryna.

“You do remember how scarily fertile my brother is right? His seed should have no trouble planting itself within you” muttered Aegon.

“Either that or we’re just very compatible when it comes to being fruitful” retorted Vaeryna.

“So, no cunny just other places?” asked Aegon.

“Other places” nodded Vaeryna.

“I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t care about you or Aemond and what you went through”.

“You’re here now and maybe I’m sorry for slapping you” muttered Vaeryna.

“Don’t be-I like it” said Aegon smirking.

“Well, now that I’ve told you our plans for the future, how about you drag your arse into the gardens and spend time with your niece” suggested Vaeryna.

“You know me and Saeryna are a dangerous combination, right? That girls a bad influence on me” said Aegon.

“Right because it was her idea to put spiders in your mothers tea, or manure in Ser Criston’s boots, and surely your not suggesting that my daughter is capable of setting frogs lose in the kitchens” snarked Vaeryna.

“What can I say, the girl has a creative mind-Of course she needs the right person to nurture such a thing” said Aegon.

“-And that person, is you?”

“If the boot fits” replied Aegon smiling.

“Gods the realm is defiantly doomed” muttered Vaeryna.

“I heard that-“

“-I meant you too” huffed Vaeryna as she turned on her heel and left Aegon standing in the middle of his chambers with a stinging left cheek and a need to cause mischief.

Good job Saeryna was already in the gardens, perhaps the target of today’s mischief could either be his mother or Ser Criston.

Smiling to himself Aegon made his way to the gardens, the sounds of laughter echoing around the corridor.

“Uncle” shrieked Saeryna.

“Up for some fun little one?” asked Aegon.

“Yes” nodded Saeryna.

“Good-your grandmother has been quite miserable lately, let’s cheer her up” said Aegon.

“What are you two planning?” asked Aemond.

“N-Nothing” replied Aegon trying to hide his smile.

“Make sure you keep it that way” quipped Aemond.

“Now where’s the best place for worms?”

As Aegon helped Saeryna look for worms, he caught sight of Vaeryna looking at him, her eyes narrowed slightly but a small smile graced her features.

These past few weeks had been difficult for everyone, but they would come through it together, as a family.

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Love is a Downfall Part II

Masterlist Part I

Summary

One girl, two dragons.

Bound to one, attached to an another.

Love is the most powerful form of magic.

Love is the fuel that leads to destruction.

Fear leads of anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x !Redwyne reader x Aegon ii Targaryen

Warnings / contains (in this part): fluff, angst, smut, dirty talk

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“My Queen.”

She turned around and smiled at his approaching figure, slender and statuesque. It was rare for her prince to be dressed in such opulence, in the colour of his house, instead of his usual black leather suit, the attire of the protector.

She closed her eyes as his arms wrapped around her petite waist, restrained by the agonizingly exquisite wedding gown, adorned by jewelry and fine silk with a weight of its own. Aemond pressed a delicate kiss on the petal-like skin of her neck, a realm he had explored and worshipped boundless times, yet that kiss seemed like a sorrowful goodbye.

In two short hours, she would drift two gigantic steps away from him.

His brother’s wife.

The Queen of Seven Kingdoms.

“I love you,” the grip of his skin on hers grew tighter, Aemond savoured the touch of her body, a reminder that she was real and with him. The weeks of anticipation, whispers of joy among both the highborn and commoners around the city, and excessive spending on opulent goods appeared to the One-Eyed Prince like a cruel and ironic preparation of his own funeral, a mocking celebration of his own inescapable fate.

The second prince.

The second choice.

Always and forever.

But not to her.

“I know,” she leaned into his kiss, arching her neck backwards, locking eyes with her sweet prince, “I love you too,” she whispered with adoration while kissing his thin lips with a passion like the candles in the Grand Sept of her soon to be wedding. While the realm followed the Faith of the Seven, Aemond Targaryen was her faith, her dreams, her beyond.

As the hour of the royal union approached with an agonizing pace, the prince departed his lips from hers and extended his arms, “Shall we?”

She gracefully held onto his arms and nodded, “We shall.”

Just as the two were about to exit her chamber, she ceased their advance, “Aemond,” she reached to touch his cheek, “Nothing changes. We’ll still be together, the two of us. Just like what we three promised a fortnight ago.”

He smiled faintly, “I know,” pressing one last kiss on her lips, “My Queen, but it doesn’t make it hurt less.”

Her hands on his cheekbones quivered at his admission, with a pearl streaming down her left eye.

Aemond enclosed their distance, kissing away and savouring her bittersweet tear, “Don’t cry,” his long fingers stroked her meticulously braided hair, “It would ruin your regal appearance.”

“I don’t care about my regal appearance,” her breaths quickened with sobs, “I care about you.”

“But he does.”

“Aegon? Not in a million years,” she chuckled yet choked with emotions, “He cares not if I was embellished like a gigantic doll or drunken after a night of indulgence. He knows every inch of me.”

She bit her tongue and clenched her fists in regret as she caught a glimpse of the heartache in Aemond’s eye.

“I am glad,” he smiled with melancholy, “That he can give you what I cannot. Don’t apologize for it, my love.”

Every fibre in his being screamed:

If only.

If only it had been him born on the same day as her and not Aegon.

A moment later, the crowd of lords and ladies, including Queen Alicent herself, cheered as Prince Aemond escorted Lady Redwyne, the queen to be crowned, to the carriage.

The way to the Dragonpit was quiet for her. However, Alicent recounted relentlessly her overwhelming memories of Aegon and her youth, how he became more responsible for her, how they were meant for each other, and how glad and proud she was of herself succeeding in to marry children for love.

“Thank you, mother. I love you,” she smiled.

It was the first time she had called Alicent that name.

“What did you call me, child?” Alicent’s voice quivered.

She placed her hand on top of the queen’s, “Just the figure you’ve always been to me,’ she squeezed her hand, declaring genuinely, “I mean it, Mother.”

She gazed into the woman she grew to love with a slight giggle as she realized that Alicent was overwhelmed by emotions and was finding the right words to say.

“You know,” Alicent spoke with a light chortle, “Rhaenyra had never forgiven Erya for leaving you to my care. And it’s part of the reason why things between our houses turned out the way they did.”

She frowned momentarily, a distaste rising in her stomach at the name of the woman who had asked for her and Aemond’s torture, “Rhaenyra and my mother were close?”

Alicent nodded hesitantly, “More than close, we three shared a…” She lowered her head with a bitter smile, “Special connection. Especially Rhaenyra and Erya. Of course, that was before duty to our houses tore us to different paths.”

Alicent squeezed her hand with a rare display of authentic contentment, “Which is why you and Aegon…” the queen wiped away her tears of excitement, “You know, my dear child, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but building a union for my children built on love… it’s the greatest thing I’ve accomplished.”

Alicent reached out her arms and held her in an embrace, sharing her daughter’s bliss and rejoicing in the fruit of her decisions that led to this day.

As the carriage reached Dragonpit, the mass awaited with anticipation as the dutiful, regal and commanding figure of Prince Aemond awaited for the bride.

“My queen,” he nodded courteously, yet his tone devoid of emotions, avoiding her eyes, “The king awaits.”

With a refined smile, she held her head high and held onto the prince’s extending arm.

Awe was painted on the assemblage, royalty, nobility, and even the commoners.

Aemond counted a hundred steps and fifty-three steps from the gate of the Dragonpit, crossing the path carved out by the solemn ceremonial guards, to the podium of the dome, to Aegon’s side.

The escort of the future queen was a great honour. Every pace he took symbolized the distance between himself and everything he desired, power, glory, recognition, legacy, her. Yet, the tormenting reminder was an unprecedented honour, a very one that his brother granted.

“My king,” Aemond lowered his head cordially as he gave her hand to the king-to-be.

She looked at Aegon with a mixture of pride, trust and love.

“What, my sweet love?” Aegon whispered in her ears as he led her to kneel beside him, awaiting the coronation, with a teasing chuckle, “Too smitten by how handsome I look today?”

She rolled her eyes, containing her laughter with efforts and whispered back, “Even being the king can’t make you less insufferable, but your appearance does tempt me to bite you tonight.”

Ser Cole and Otto Hightower frowned deeply at the playful exchange between the king and queen-to-be, yet the dowager queen seemed to be amused.

Within minutes, the Conqueror’s Crown was placed on Aegon while a platinum crown forged by the rarest of silver and diamond landed on her.

“All hail His Grace, Aegon, Second of His Name, King of the Andals, Rhoynars and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.”

“My king, my queen,” Ser Cole bowed, followed by the rest of the court and eventually, the rest of the mass.

As the cheering and applause gradually erupted among the commoners, the king and queen of the Seven Kingdoms raised in all of their might and glory. Blackfyre, the legendary Valyrian sword of the Conqueror, now was now drawn by his descendant’s hand, conveying the unquestionable order of succession.

With a gasp from the highborn, a few commoners threw joyfully bouquets into the king and queen’s hands.

She giggled uncontrollably and exulted in the sweet scent of the flowers, for it represented the genuine love from the people they have sworn to protect on govern.

The courtiers exchanged amused whispers at the scene, for the mass’ reaction wasn’t entirely surprising. The tales of the rebellious young prince and his beautiful and destined betrothed were etched in the memories of the old and the youth.

Suddenly, her vision swirled as Aegon pulled her into a breathless kiss, a bold testament to their union.

While the Septons and maesters looked at each widened eyes of disapproval and astonishment. Roars of cheers thundered in the Dragonpit.

She returned with an equal fever. Her hands pulling her king so close as if their bodies melted together.

At that moment, no one else existed, not the judging eyes of the Seven, not the courtiers, not even Aemond, just her and her husband, the person she mumbled her first word to, cuddled within the nursery, stole lemon cakes from the kitchen, cried and bullied together in the garden, blushed for the first time and explored the realm of pleasure together.

The king held her tighter, his tongue still dancing, exploring the depth of her mouth. The ebony of the Conqueror’s Crown and the silvery white diamond tiara glimmered through the solemnity.

All eyes but one mesmerized the scene that would later unfold into a fabled tale. Aemond fixated his gaze on the gray walls of the Dragonpit and relived the bitter memories of the mockery of lack of dragon he had endured in the hands of his brother and nephews.

But above all, the memories of her, the enlightening memories of her smile, the touch of her hands as she whispered her faith in his strength, the conviction in her voice when she encouraged him to claim Vhagar.

A part of her is his, his only; Aemond repeated it repeatedly like a spell of a curse that plagued his mind as he forced himself to meet the reality, her bond with his brother that he would never share.

The rest of the day ended in exhaustion for the entire royal family, especially the royal couple. As everyone in court had anticipated, the bedding ceremony was out of the question. Despite whispers of the young king’s liking for thrill being no secret, his taste could never extend at the well-being of his “sweet love.” Not to mention the intimidating presence of Prince Aemond, the protective brotherly figure (as everyone presumed) threatened to murder any person who dared speak such a proposal.

As the final toast to the royal couple came to an end. The room yelped as the queen fell into the king’s arms. It must have been the effect of wine. Everyone murmured.

The guests looked at each other with surprise as they saw Prince Aemond’s calmness at the scene. Little did they know that it was because the prince knew his brother and his queen to the core…

“They’re all gone?” She whispered mischievously in Aegon’s chest as he carried her supposedly drunken body through the halls of the Red Keep to their marital chamber.

“Gone like how your annoying gown will be in minutes,” Aegon grinned as he practically ran into their freshly decorated wedding chamber.

She hopped off her husband’s arms and buried her face in the bed, “Finally…” she nestled in the softness of the pillows as she gazed at Aegon, amused and desiring, “This is perfect.”

He chuckled and joined her instantly by jumping on the bed and tickling her sides, making her laugh and protest.

“Stop it! I’m serious!” She playfully bit his arm, writhing in his embrace.

“Ouch, my sweet,” Aegon whined teasingly while sinking his lips in the fragile skin of her neck, “You really were serious about biting me earlier today, huh?”

Giggling tantalizingly, she rolled herself on top of him as swiftly as a viper, “Just make me yours already.”

“Gods,” the beast under her groaned as he sat up to undo her intricate laces, “But you have already been mine,” he smirked, “Over and over again.”

“Just rip it off,” she pouted impatiently.

With a growl, he tore the exquisite wedding gown off her body and feasted on her skin ferociously.

“I feel as if being strangled by that stupid dress,” she gasped for air as she wrapped her arms around Aegon and dragged him down on top of her.

They looked at each other deeply in silence for a moment.

They are husband and wife.

They’ve known that this moment had been their destiny since they came into the world together.

“Lord husband,” she purred, tracing her fingers on his chubby yet devilishly handsome cheek.

“Seven Hells,” Aegon grumbled as he felt his bulge growing hard in his trousers, “You’ll be the death of me, my sweet lady wife.”

“What?!” She gasped as Aegon lift her up to sit on his thighs.

“Ride me, little one,” the king bit her earlobe while caressing the scar on her thigh.

With a frown, she unbuckled his pants with her inexperienced hands and pouted, “You lazy dragon. It is your wedding night and you leave all the work to your lady wife.”

As soon she saw the smug and satisfied look on her husband’s face, the way he laid indolently on his arms behind his head, her breath hitched with annoyance and desire, “What would all the court think if they knew? That the queen has to take matters into her own hands to make an heir?”

Fuck that smirk on his face.

She cursed.

Aegon chuckled as she placed his hands on her round cheeks of her bottom, her body arched and leaned down, an obvious feigned innocence painted on face.

“If you cannot fulfill your marital duty, your grace, I would have to seek help from Prince Aemond,” she whispered, her words chosen very intentionally, “Since his cock works much more ferociously than yours.”

Oh those words awoke the dragon…

“On your hands and knees,” Aegon flipped her down on her stomach, watching his little creature obey his command with unconfined giggles.

“That’s more like it,” she purred while arching her back, tempting the most powerful man of Westeros, “I hear this is how they take whores on the Street of Silk,” she grinned looking back at him, wriggling her hips, in invitation, “Aegon, are you going to treat me like a whore?”

With a deep chuckle, the king delivered a form smack on her backside, “Yes, I am,” his hands gripped her hips tightly, pressing his hard length against her before thrusting into her roughly, “I will treat you like the most desirable whore in all of Westeros.”

She pushed back eagerly to meet his every stroke, occasionally looking back at him with teasing and provocative eyes, perfectly aware of their effect on the beast pounding into her.

“Spoiled little queen, always asking for punishment,” Aegon growled, thrusting hard and spanking her sharply as she tormented him again with her pretense of naivety, “But your king will spoil you rotten just like you deserve.”

“Yes… Spoil… me,” she moaned loudly in gasping breaths.

He hovered over her back and stuffed a pillow under her stomach, “Tell me what you feel, my sweet. Tell me everything.”

She couldn’t answer but moan at the exquisite sensation he was delivering, “Gods… I see Seven Heavens. You… you are so big.”

He grinned and met her hips with his with more force, “And your little cunny is doing so well, so good, tightening around for my cock.”

She whined at his crude language. Clenching onto the sheets, she responded in equal obscenity, “I love the sound of you slamming into me.”

Breath hitched. He took a strand of her hair and pulled it back with just the right amount of force, exposing her porcelain neck.

“Are you sure you’re not the one slamming into me right now, hmm?” He whispered wickedly, his hand still tangling in her hair, “So desperate. So eager to be pleased, so eager to please.”

She couldn’t do anything but to moan at her husband’s teasing met with the sinful slapping of their skins. Biting her lips almost violently, she demanded, “Harder, faster. Give me all of you,” she tilted her head back playfully, “I dare you.”

His immediate response was wordless.

Another sharp smack on her bottom before pulling her hips up and digging his fingers into her flesh once more, “Oh I will. I am going to fuck you until you can’t think straight,” he squeezed her backside, “My spoiled, sweet little brat.”

For what endured like an eternity, they were lost in each other.

Each moan, thrust and growl exacerbated the mind-blowing waves of pleasure washing them over and over again.

Finally, Aegon spilled inside her as she screamed his name.

“I love you, my sweet love,” Aegon whispered with adoration as he immediately pulled her into his arms, his arms enveloping her steadily.

She smiled and instinctively longed to return the affection.

Yet the words were choked in her throat.

I love you.

The words from the thin lips of her prince spread in her heart like a sweet poison.

She loved Aegon.

She loved Aegon.

She loved both.

Why?

Then why was it so hard to say it back?

“I love you too,” she bit her lips and nestled in her husband’s chest.

It was an answer from the mind yet not from the heart.

Her hands clenched around the skin of Aegon’s chest while a drop of bitter and confusing liquid formed in her eyes.

Aegon, seemed to have noticed the storm within her, but her earlobe and asked, “Are you thinking of him?”

She nestled closer to his neck and whimpered, “He’s not like us. He’s hurting.”

Aegon sighed as he caressed her cheeks, “I know. He’s my little brother. I hate to see him suffer.”

She wiped away her tears and gazed into his eyes, “I just wish he could be happy with our arrangement,” she squeezed her eyes again and sobbed, “I just want him to be happy.”

“My sweet,” Aegon spoke again with a heavy heart after a moment of silence, “There is something you need to know.”

“A moon ago, Aemond asked me to send him to fight the recent Dornish invasions,” Aegon confessed, holding her hand tightly, “He specifically asked me hold his request from you.”

“Does…” her lips trembled with hurt, “The idea of seeing us together truly pains him so much that he would rather fight a war and risk his life?”

“No,” Aegon patted her shoulders with assurance, “A part of it, perhaps. But, you know Aemond, he wants to leave a legacy.”

She opened her mouth to speak, the shock evident in her voice, “He… He wishes to be the one who conquers Dorne.”

She grasped the truth nervously.

Vhagar… Visenya…

Of course.

Aemond desired more than what he was handed to him.

He will never be satisfied.

He would not be himself without his thirst for the world.

“I guess if we truly love someone,” she smiled faintly, “We accept and embrace who they are.”

“When is he leaving?” She asked softly.

Aegon hesitated before answering, “In three days.”

She buried her face in her hands before jumping off the bed and directing to the window, bathing her her body under the moonlight.

The world seemed to shake as the news sank in her heart. That familiar yet distant burning and aching sensation consumed her again, like the night he had claimed Vhagar.

She had never told anyone about it, not even Aemond himself.

She held her hand against her heart, as the mere possibility of losing him, or even a new scar etching on his skin incited a sharp pain in her spirit as if a merciless falcon was feasting on her body.

“He is the rider of the largest dragon in the world,” Aegon’s voice slowly soothed her anxiety as he wrapped his arms around her waist, “And soon, he will be the wielder of Dark Sister,” his lips teased her cheek, “News from Dragonstone have it that our old uncle has been infested with a mysterious contagious disease. He won’t have long.”

The corners of her lips rose slightly at the news of the Rogue Prince’s soon demise, “That’s good to hear…”

She turned to face the loving face of her king again and smiled, “Let’s go to sleep. Everything can wait til morrow.”

With that, she led her husband into the bed and fell into a deep slumber.

Although the worries, confusion and longing still flawed her heart, Aegon’s arms, the embrace of the man was a part of her, always had the inexplicably magical effect of soothing the deepest of her turmoils.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

“Your Graces,” Aemond nodded coolly at the freshly attired and newly wed, royal couple.

Without reservation, she embraced him boldly, ignorant of the widened eyes of the passing servants.

She whispered, “If you ever call me ‘your grace’ again in private, I swear I will scream.”

The prince couldn’t help but to chuckle at her comment while the king smirked in approval.

“I’ve heard that you intend to ride to suppress the Dornish assaults on the borders,” she gripped Aemond’s cold hand, the desperation in her voice well concealed, “I simply hoped you did not feel the obligation to keep it from me. I would stand by you through anything, you know that.”

Aemond shivered at her touch.

She knows.

Selfless she had always been.

He could see in her eyes the depth of her anguish.

I will stand by you through anything.

He chose his path of legacy over her, over being there for the birth of her first child, his brother’s child.

Once he embarks on this journey, he shall not return for a year.

“Pardon me, your grace,” he addressed Aegon, avoiding her gaze and stepping away from both of them hastily.

Three.

Two.

One.

Since that abrupt meeting the morning of post the wedding night, Aemond was nowhere to be found except in the war council.

It was the night before his departure, the hour of the eel.

The queen stood still before the massive balcony of her private chamber. It was the first night Aegon and she had spent separately.

She never had to explain herself.

Aegon knew.

Every alteration of her heartbeat, every tremble of her hand, every worry in her mind, he knew.

“I’m sorry.”

She didn’t have to face him to recognize his presence.

“I did not mean to cause you pain,” the slender fingers entwined with hers.

She stayed in silence, her face stoic, still angry at his negligence, although her hands betrayed her.

“I hate you,” she nuzzled against his nose before pushing him away, muffling her sobs with her hands, “For a year I will suffer your absence, the possibility of losing you. And you shunned me out-“

Aemond silenced her with a kiss, tasting bittersweet mixture of her lips and wistful tears.

He lifted her body to the wooden table on which they’d made love many times before.

“We can’t,” she whimpered, “The first child must be Aegon’s.”

The ardour in the prince’s movements promptly cooled down as if being drowned in a bucket of ice water.

“Right,” Aemond took a stride back, his one eye gazing at her tears-stricken fragile figure with an intensity that could match the very dragon flame that had forged the Iron Throne.

“Did you know that you will wield Dark Sister soon?” She caressed his cheek, attempting to mask her sorrow with pride.

“What will they call me, my queen?” Aemond teased, “The second Rogue Prince or Visenya reincarnated?”

“Neither,” she brushed her finger in his nose playfully, “You will be remembered as Aemond Targaryen, the first of his name, the Conqueror of Dorne. I have faith in you. I always have.”

Aemond tightened his grip on her waist, his voice low and cracking, “You’ve always been with me.”

“Always, even if I cannot be there with you,” she gently wrapped her legs around his waist.

Suddenly, an idea birthed in her head. She hopped of the desk, grabbing the prince’s confused hands and led him to the vanity table.

“Sit,” she pressed Aemond’s shoulders mischievously, “Your queen is about to tend you a royal braiding.”

A bright red crept on the prince’s pale skin as she bent down, pressing a kiss filled with adoration on his cheek, “I will miss you, and Vhagar too.”

“She wishes to fly with you again,” Aemond confessed, “The dragon loves you as much as her rider.”

“I shall,” she chuckled as her fingers moved into his exquisite silver lock, “My aunt Bryana taught me the art of braiding. In the Reach, having your hair braided by a lover's hand is believed to bring good luck, though I do not think you need any.”

Aemond relished the sensation of her hands buried in his hair, her soft chuckles and jests.

Selfless, caring, gentle, pure.

That was who she was.

Since that fateful night on Driftmark, a profound resentment toward physical touches had grown within the One-Eyed Prince.

It was perhaps one of the reasons why he revelled and excelled in the art of the sword.

The proximity of the opponents, their vigilant posture, the mixture of fear and viciousness reminded him of the horror both she and he suffered under the hands of the Strongs.

While others’ closeness risked to trigger his monstrosity, hers awakened warmth and serenity.

As her fingers explored the depth of his head with delicacy, he could feel her hot breath on his lost eye.

The memories invaded.

His lost eye continued to flow streams of blood while the other was forced to watch Jacaerys’ training in swordsmanship overpowering her advantage in height, her being chocked helplessly on the cold ground.

Their eyes locked.

She looked at him with despair.

Sorry. Her eyes told him. I am sorry that I couldn’t protect you.

“I love you,” Aemond seized her hands as the last strand of his lock was weaved, “I swear to you, I will return victorious.”

Slowly pacing to his side to sit on his laps, she blinked, “And when you come back to me, I want to carry your little dragons.”

“Aegon does not object?” He asked while caressing that agonizingly beautiful scar on her thigh.

She rolled her eyes teasingly, “Of course, he doesn’t. That’s the least the king could do when his little brother fights a war for him.”

As the first ray of sunlight bathed the Red Keep in a golden glow, Aemond Targaryen and Criston Cole began their march southward, setting in motion a war that scholars and scribes from across the realm would pore over the tale.

As centuries passed, the Dornish historians recounted the bloodiest battles that shook the realm during the decades-long War of Westerosi Conquest. Among them, none rivalled the ferocity and chaos each time the One-Eyed monster returned from King's Landing, his silver locks intertwined with an elegance and grace that only the skilled hands of the Westerosi queen could bestow.

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond the kinslayer #aegon targaryen #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #aemond stannies #house of the dragon aemond #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen x oc #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon smut #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond fluff #aemond targaryen fanfic #aegon targaryen fanfic #aegon targaryen x you #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen

[ramshackledtrickster]

Before I continue ass creed posting here’s my take on a Jinafire redesign!

Elements of her writing and design really bothered me in the original stuff (despite still liking Jinafire bc she was the only Chinese girl I could look up to in the cast lmao), so I decided it’d be a fun challenge to make a version for myself??

I put in extra concept sketches and my reference board under the cut if anyone’s interested!

Design choices

Her outfit is based on sleek Shanghai silhouettes in fashion (both during the 1920’s and more modern street wear) with textiles inspired by Qing Dynasty art and stitching. I picked the Qing dynasty specifically, since it’s the last/most recent dynasty in china’s history, and would serve as a bridge between her past and her future.

Jin has lotus and water elements in her design, to reference how her lineage of dragon royalty live and thrive with water (she’s the daughter of one of the four dragon kings who rule over the oceans of China, each having their own undersea palace). I also prefer lotus over chrysanthemum as well, since while chrysanthemums are popular in Chinese culture and represent longevity, my mother said if you wore one someone else would assume you’d be going to a funeral since those are offered for grievers to honor the departed’s memory

Her hairpiece is also late Qing dynasty inspired, and her earrings are based on ‘one ear, three rings’ sensibilities for royalty. She has a fondness for pearls also, since pearls are connected to the ocean and are important symbols for dragons.

Abilities

I wanted to compromise and retain the ‘heat’ element of the original Jinafire design, since traditionally they don’t have much to do with fire (that idea is more western). So she can summon small patches of rain and manipulate/produce water, but has the ability to raise the water’s temperature to a gentle warmth or to boiling degrees. By extension, she could manipulate temperature, which allows her to work with metals.

She is a shapeshifter, and has a full-dragon form! Shapeshifting is extremely common in Chinese folklore, and the dragon kings do it all the time.

She can fly! The silky translucent ribbon she wears sometimes is a reference to 飞天, heavenly spirits that could fly using the ribbon.

Character

She still grew up in nobility with a big family of brothers, but she was rather sheltered and was home-schooled by tutors, living in the ocean. When she decides to attend monster high, her family is reluctant, but decides that the experience would do her well. It took time to adjust, and it took a toll on her at first since the difference in processing time is a bit of a shock. Jin has poor time management issues as a result, since assignments she was used to taking time on would now feel faster and more pressing since everything around her goes much quicker, and this in addition to personal competitiveness and projected pressure could lead to burnout. Luckily, she would find a supportive friend group that would help her adjust and ground herself in the present. She’s still very young for a dragon, so she has a lot to learn.

Hope you guys like it! I probably won’t do redesigns of anyone else for a while since I have other larger priorities and interests though

#monster high #monster high redesign #jinafire long #my art #fanart

[ultralightpoe]

The Absinthe- Aemond Targaryen

Writers Note: Sup

Warning: A lil steamy. They drink absinthe

Word Count: 2036

Description: Part 2 to THE COURT 

There were many games Aemond liked playing with you. Charades after you drank too much wine, poker (he had learned from Aegon nearly always won, using your mothers pearls as chips), hide and seek, and he especially loved the game of making you nervous. There was something addicting in the fast beating of his heart whenever you showed signs of being flustered around him. 

But this new game you were playing with him was not something he enjoyed. Not in the slightest. It had been three weeks since it began, which was torture since he figured out what you were doing the first day. 

You were avoiding him. No, worse, you were completely ignoring his existence. You wouldn’t even look in his direction, your face never showed any hint of difference whenever he was announced into the room. And he had been announced a lot, considering he was all but stalking you. 

He had servants listening in, reporting your every move so he knew where you were and who you were with, and he found himself surrounded by his worst enemies quite often these days. The younger court members. 

That’s how he found himself sitting between Bela Baratheon and her older brother Gran Baratheon, his spine so tight he thought it might snap as he stared at you sitting across from him. You were giggling at something Claris Tully had said, Miriam holding her nose to hide a snort. 

It had been made clear to him that you were closest to those two females, which eased his worries about where he stood a bit for they seemed to be the lowest on the grade for the Court. Bela had already made many snide comments about Claris’ weight that you seemed to ignore, and everytime you defended your friend Aemond felt his chest lighten because it was a whole new aspect. 

You had always been ready for a fight when it came to him. Eager to defend your closest friend, apart of the reason he fell in love with you in the first place. He had always loved it when it was just the two of you against everything. 

But then something changed and it was clear you wanted something more, and he didn’t know how to act. He was terrified, because it seemed like you were growing up and he didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to be left behind. 

At first he blamed your mother, he knew she was the main problem when you started dressing like one of them, with the corsets and skirts. But he was the one that fully pushed you into their arms, he had told you to go to a brothel. Sneered it, hurt you without any hesitation, and they had been there to pick you up. 

“What do you think……Prince Aemond?” Bela asks, snapping her fingers to catch his attention away from where he had been staring at you. 

“I think many things.”

“So you are in?” 

“In?”

“In for the Dragons Flame?” She smiles, leaning in so her chest was against his shoulder. He risked a glance to you, still sat between the other two but this time you held a goblet in your hands and were staring into the contents with a grim face. 

“The Dragons Flame?”

“Absinthe darling prince.” Bela giggles, handing him a goblet. 

“We shouldn’t-” And just like that you were downing yours, gulping it so loud the others giggled and followed suit. A wave of panic crashed over him as he watched and they all looked to him, waiting with raised brows. Everyone but you. 

“Cheers to Lady Y/n.” He mumbles before downing his own. 

He had known it was time. 

It had been 10 years of having you to himself and suddenly his best friend was ready to go out into the world. But he was no fool, not like his father. He recognized a problem when he saw it. It was him. 

You were absolutely stunning, there was no reason for you not having suitors, in fact they should have been lined outside the Red Keeps gates begging. He would beg, if you wanted him to. But who would want to marry the girl that was friends with the beast. 

It was your name day, your fucking name day and he wanted to spend it with you. But first he had to make himself the bad guy. 

“Lady Y/n? No, I’d choose a donkey over her. Took me years to get her to leave me alone.” The words tasted like acid, and the truth was he was desperate for every second you gave him. 

They laughed and shoved his shoulder in a playful manner, Aemond doing his best to remain cool. This was for you. Fuck, you had taken to wife lessons, this needed to be done.

“But I do believe she finds one of you quite fit.” He smiles, doing his best to play insightful and gossipy. 

“Aemond- Prince-” He snaps awake to Bela above him, a wide smile spreading across her face, widening into her hairline. So wide she could probably eat him like a snake. 

“You seemed to be talking in your sleep-” She’s cackling now, and he feels like he is on a boat. But wasn’t he on a couch before? 

He had been across from you on the - WHERE WERE YOU?! The couch was completely empty, he sat up so quickly his head smashed into Belas. Both of them gave a grunt of pain as he struggled to remove her from where she sat on his chest and stand. “Where did Lady Y/n go?” 

“Oh, the sweet prince wants to look for the darling damsel-” She rolls her eyes, sinking to the floor and fixing her corset. No, not fixing, she was untying it. Shit, was the painting coming alive. 

IT WAS. He had to find you fast. 

Not risking another glance to the Baratheon girl he runs to find you. He went to the first place he would go in a time like this, trying to catch his breath as he raced through the halls. 

A sharp feeling of pain in his chest as his boots clomped through.

“Have you seen Lady Y/n?” He asks his mother, two days after your name day. The first day you were gone he was sure it was just you sleeping off the wine from your night, but the second day he was anxious to find you. 

“Oh yes, she and her mother joined Helaena and I for breakfast.” Alicent hums, looking over her husband's sand sculptures, tracing her fingers along it. “I felt so guilty about missing the festivities of her name day.”

“Did she say anything about-”

“Oh dear.” His mother cuts him off, picking up a sculpture of a dragon that was hidden in the center, looking at the chipped wing. 

“I was thinking of calling upon her today-”

“She has something with the Baratheon boy today. I believe he is courting her.” Aemond tried not to think about the churning feeling in his gut as he heard this. This was good.

The doors to the library were heavier than normal in his current state and for a moment he almost gave up because if he couldn’t open it then why would you be able to. But then he realized the doorknob had an actual use and the heavy oak swung out from under him, sending him sprawling to the floor. 

There was a shark scream from under one of the tables and he found himself launching to his feet, knife in hand as he searched for you. “Y/N?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” 

He traced along the floor silently, waiting to find you. He made it to the back walls when a hand snatched at his ankle and he whipped to find your wrist covered in a bracelet he had given you, peering out at him softly. 

“Aem, hurry hide.” You whispered, pulling his leg and he was all too happy to join you under the table, pulling you into his lap and hugging you tightly and caressing your hair. 

“What’s wrong pretty one?” He whispers as you look around.

“Aegon-”

“Did my brother harm y-” You cut off his growl with a finger on his lips, shaking your head. 

“Aegon the first. He….. he’s here.” Right, the drink. You were seeing things too. 

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” He whispers, grabbing your chin to pull your face to his own. “It’s not real. Aegon the first king is long behind in history.”

“Aemond I saw him. He was limping and he looked like a corpse-” You sob and he feels a sting of embarrassment as he realizes. 

“That was just my father.” 

“I know your father-”

“You haven’t seen him in a while. Just as you haven’t seen me.” He bites out, trying not to look at you. 

“If it upset you then you should have gone and seen the donkeys.” You snip, moving to crawl out of his lap. He snatches you in a tight grip, not allowing you to abandon him as he processes your words. 

“Is that why you have been ignoring me?”

“You said it.”

“And you believed me?”

“What was I supposed to believe?!”

“You would honestly believe that? That I would choose a donkey over you when you are all I could ever fantasize about. My deepest desires surround your every move and you believe I think so lowly of you.”

“Don-”

“I have never known you to be daft, so why be so now?” He sneers, grabbing your jaw on both sides and pulling you so your noses were touching. “You needed suitors, I made it so you would get them.”

“I didn’t want suitors!”

“THEN WHAT DID YOU WANT?!”

“YOU!” You scream, and it falls silent for a moment after, both your chests rising and falling faster than ever as he keeps a firm clutch on your jaw. Then within a moment the world explodes. 

He drags your lips against his, hungry to taste you, practically moaning when you kiss back. Your teeth scrape, tongues fight for room as he pulls you further into his lap, one hand traveling down to your back as the other pushes into your hair to pull your face closer. 

This was heaven. This was everything he’d ever wanted. 

You moan loudly and he finally pulls back harshly to catch his breath, looking at you with wide eyes as you stare back at him. 

“Y/n i’m sorry-”  Then you were there again, this time biting down on his lip as you kissed him, pulling him as close as you could, there was a small amount of blood drawn as you absorbed into each other. 

Each break you took was used to gasp for air before you would be brought back into him, both of you starting to move against each other quickly. Guttural moans were slipping through his lips as you moved against him, his hands tightening on your corset, desperate to get it off you and see you.

You both freeze at the sound of tearing fabric, a small giggle escaping you making a smile break out on aemonds face. He was desperate to make you smile and laugh over and over. 

He was just about to pull you in once more when a scream cut in, Aemond diving to cover you as a guard snatched his arm. He is dragged out from under the table but keeps a firm hold on you, keeping you close as Ser Criston Cole glares at him. 

“Hands off her immediately.” He sneers as the door behind them all opens, a choked sob coming from his mother as his grandfather leads her in to the room.

“Not before she gets something to cover her-”

“Hands off the whore-”

“SER COLE.” Alicent snaps, pushing past him to wrap her arms around you.

“This is a true problem.” Otto sneers, glaring at both. “You fool.”

“Do not blame the boy. This was obviously a trap set by the-”

“We will marry.” Aemond snaps, looking to you, the absinthe beginning to make him sick. Or maybe that was just nerves. “Tonight.”

#aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen angst

[buttered-water]

Student Profile: Scallop (may add more in the future)

Scallop, Prince

Tribe - Seawing

Winglet - Pearl

Colour - Deep Green

Relatives - Princess Tsunami (sister), Princess Anemone (sister), Prince Turtle (brother)

Clawmates - Ochre (Mudwing), Darkstalker (Nightwing)

Favourite subject - Scavengers 101

Least fav. subject - History. Specifically seawing history

Physical characteristics - large, wavey, luminous markings; royal wing markings; average size, slim, can usually be seen wearing jewellery in the shape of three moons on his neck, big scar in the shape of a dragon claw across his face and claw marks along his body caused by Coral

Other characteristics/personality - Straightforward, fidgety, trouble sitting still, loud about what he wants and how he feels (specifically his goal to challenge Queen Coral and take the throne) Can’t take no for an answer, quick to take charge—Doesnt like being told what to do. Has a collection of scavenger items and equipment (including weapons, trinkets and, mostly strange objects that make noise he says scavengers call “instruments''; he has been advised not to bring them to classes), asks lots of questions (not objectionable, however, he often talks over teachers and other students), agitated whenever someone shows support for Queen Coral (monitor in case it leads to aggression, suggest counselling), “According to Queen Coral, Scallop doesn't understand royal seawing succession. She mandates that he takes history classes specifically focused on seawings” - Webs; loves singing and making noise on his "instruments"; vocally talented; Rumours have started to spread that Scallop is a part of the terrorist organization H.A.T.D (Humans Against the Tyranny of Dragons. most likely fake but continue to monitor just in case)

The next member of the Pearl Winglet is probably going to be Ochre (mostly cause I have so much I have to say about him)

#I decided to use Flawseer's format cause I think it looks nice #I forgot to include his necklace but we don't need to mention that #wings of fire #wof #art #wof art #wof oc #wof oc art #pearl winglet #wof seawing #oc art #oc bio #original character #oc: Scallop #ill add more tags later #very proud of how this turned out #Ill accept roleplay if you wanna ask any questions #wings of fire oc #wings of fire art #wof ocs

[piinkyypriincess]

SWEET SUMMER ORANGE

Targaryen Dynasty x Fem!Teen!OC

"Green must find her way to orange, or all is lost. The dragons will dance and die, surrounded by fire and blood."

Multiple Main Pairings!

Main Focus ~ Fem!OC and Targaryen Dynasty (Yandere, Obsessive, Protective)

Warnings ~ Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Spying, Implications of Self Harm (Blood Oth), and Anger.

Spoilers ~ Ton!!

Masterpost ~ Here.

Beta Read/Edited ~ No (No Beta Lmao)

Word Count ~ 2.8k Words.

Chp Summary ~ The job of being a guard to a Princess with a large heart is taxing.

Chp 5 ~ The Job of a Royal Guard.

A vital part of a guard's duty is to keep their monarchs safe and alive.

That job should be considerably easy for someone who was formerly a part of the Unsullied army.

Black Scorpion is a trained soldier that is made to kill. His tall body was packed with lean muscles that rippled as he moved and he had scars from war that were grotesque.

They were all a testimony to his decade and a half as a slave-soldier. They were a testimony to the Queen of the Summer Islands when she appointed him as the Sword of the Sweet Lotus Vale Princess.

It was especially comical because the small girl also was appointed a shield.

Yellow Lizard was Black Scorpion's brother in arms during his time as a slave-soldier. They trained alongside each other and worked well without spoken words.

Yellow Lizard was only a few inches shorter than Black Scorpion, but he was more muscular in a burly sense. The man appeared so strong that others were sure he could fight off angry elephants.

The job of being guards should be even easier for two Unsullied, who are assigned to protecting a child half their size.

It was not like Vhagarhā Qo was an unpleasant Princess to guard. No, not at all was she rude or arrogant.

The pair actually looked forward to running around everyday with the young Princess.

She kept them entertained with her babbling off history and random facts.

Sometimes, she would force the pair into painting with her and the Princess Shaeneera of the Island of Women.

Other times they were commanded to drink tea with her and the Crown-Princess Xhandam of Tall Trees Town.

Occasionally, the young girl would join Princess Visenrhae of Pearl Palace to the forests in search of adventure, and the Unsullied would trail along with attentive eyes.

Once in a moon cycle, the King Xando would summon the three to watch performers in Ebonhead and be one with the people.

Everyday, the Queen Lynara and the young Princess read in the Queen's private solar. The two young men would be allowed inside and sat with their weapons laid around their feet.

More times than not, after spending time with the Islands Rulers and her Princess sisters, the child would doze off while looking into the sunset. The two men would stand guard dutifully and ensure her saftey.

She was usually perched in a hammock on her private beach watching the stars blend into the night sky. There was no need for private royal guards however, the private beaches were surrounded by bought Unsullied personnel that was freed in the Summer Islands.

When the hour grew dark, Yellow Lizard would wake the girl so she could bathe, then sleep.

They had a steady routine with just enough adventure to keep both men on their toes. The young girl had both wrapped around her pinky fingers and the only way they would let go is if they were dead.

However, the Princess had too large of a heart.

Seemingly a poetic reason for why she had two guards, Unsullied soldiers nonetheless, instead of one. That was besides the fact that she was the youngest.

Watching the young Princess converse with a venomous woman like Alicent Hightower was not a surprise. Vhagarhā had affection stored in her heart for even the ill hearted.

The Unsullied duo's job was more than protecting the child's physical form, it was their duty to protect her heart.

That was something that the two decided on their own after watching her cry for the first time.

They cut open their palms using the Vhagarhā’s Valyrian steel dagger, Sunstriker, and swore to protect her until the end of their days. If they were to fail at their duty, they would execute themselves.

Black Scorpion could shutter at the thought of harm befalling upon his Princess.

She had asked for the men to stay within where they could see her, but not be noticable. The pair obliged despite their want to protest, the Princess had a determined look on her face.

They just hadn't expected her to fall into the snake's den willingly.

Black Scorpion was perched on the opposite side of where the Weirwood tree stood, eyes sharply watching the Queen.

Yellow Lizard was behind the stairwell leading to the library, only the glare of the sun reflecting off his dark armor visible.

The woman seemed unnaturally mellow for a viper, it almost made the man want to rip the young Princess away from the older woman.

A viper had no business mingling with a delicate doe like Vhagarhā. Eventually, the woman would try and snap her fangs at the girl; the pair hated to think of the consequences for killing the Westerosi Queen.

A vital part of the guards duties is to keep their Princess safe and alive; they would not hesitate to have the blood of the Queen Alicent on their hands if it meant ensuring just that.

However, sometimes not interfering would benefit her more. Black Scorpion swallowed pride as his heart ached to bring the Princess back to the Maidenvault.

If he were to listen to his urges to escort the girl away from the Godswood, Alicent may grow upset with the pair of them.

That anger could be projected onto Vhagarhā, who deserved nothing less of appreciation.

They both stood in position due to their foresight of a potential reluctant ally. It was better to keep the Princess with the Queen of the realm rather than pull her away. Keeping their enemies close would be an advantage, especially when knowing how much animosity Alicent Hightower had for Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Heir to the Iron Throne.

War was bound to break out as the days grew cold and King Viserys health declined.

Vhagarhā possessed a charm that could sway evil spirits and ward away madness.

The Unsullied pair witnessed her do it with gentle hands and a kind smile more times than they could count. They'd felt that charm soothe their own wounds more times than they were willing to admit.

Having the Queen as an ally instead of an enemy could prove to be fruitful in the upcoming years.

Yellow Lizard had informants report that a war of succession was bound to break out. It didn't matter what the Prince Aegon or Princess Rhaenyra wanted, the realm of Westeros would tear itself apart regardless.

From what the royal guards had witnessed so far within the Red Keep, the House of the Dragon wasn't standing tall either.

The one-eyed Prince held onto Princess Shaeneera with a tight hold on her arm. The pair glanced at each other from their positions with amusement dancing in their eyes, but straight faced.

The Princess could quite literally walk on water. A dragon's fire was the least of their concerns when dealing with Princess Shaeneera, who looked almost bored.

Yellow Lizard observed from behind the staircase how the man's lone eye never seemed to stray far from her face, and how the man huffed at her nonchalant attitude.

After a shared word, Shaeneera tugged Prince Aemond along with her to converse with her sister and the Queen. Surprised by her strength, he almost tripped before falling into step with her.

A smirk was evident on the man's face, Black Scorpion noticed. He quickly schooled his expression into a blank canvas before they reached his Mother.

The Queen's demeanor seemed to shift from lighthearted to judgemental in the matter of seconds. She stepped from behind the young Princess and seemed to play guard for Vhagarhā, blocking her from the second oldest Princesses view.

The guards knew that Shaeneera wasn't the most strategic, not that the Princess had to be. Especially in non-political situations, the girl shouldn't have to think strategically.

The Rhoynish woman knew more about the sea’s, boat's, and crafting than planning.

None could blame her, but she was still ignorant with the Westerosi kind.

Every interaction was a political move, every word would be hung onto and could dictate the status of your likeness in the country.

As Black Scorpion suspected, the green Queen's venom began to spill out.

Alicents auburn eyebrows were pinched together in frustration and her hands tightly clasped behind her back as a means to steady herself.

Yellow Lizard could see Alicents lips move better In his position; Black Scorpion watched as Shaeneera's blonde eyebrows raised slowly.

The pair could feel the tension rising as Vhagarhā's unique eyes started to go glassy.

With one firm nod at each other and fire behind their eyes, the pair snuck around to the end of an open stone passage. They fell in step together with haste to collect the Sweet Lotus Vale Princess.

Shaeneera did not have a treacherous mouth like the second youngest Princess and the Queen of the Summer Island's. Yellow Lizard doubted the woman was planning on remarking anything slick.

Shaeneera was second only to Vhagarhā in sweet talking, but did not have the girlish charm to win over the Westerosi woman.

Before the Princess could even open her mouth, Yellow Lizard intercepted.

“Queen Alicent, My Princesses, Prince Aemond. Please excuse my interruption, but the Princesses are required to attend supper with their parents, The King and Queen of the Summer Isles,” The man bows as he speaks in respect and Black Scorpion keeps his gaze to the floor.

The pair was lucky that the sun dimmed rather quickly as they watched the Princess sit under the Weirwood for hours. The King and Queen would actually be eating within the Maidenvault and calling for their kids soon.

Alicent turns to look at Yellow Lizard as he straightens his posture from his bow. The woman's eyes were stuck on Black Scorpion's form as he straightened up as well.

Yellow Lizard resisted his facs twitching annoyed using his discipline training.

Black Scorpion was unsure of where he was taken from at the age of four.

He had long white-gold hair that was longer than the Prince Aemonds. It was a sandy beach white-blonde that Vhagarhā tended to, and he kept it slicked back in a ponytail. His eyes were ones of Earth, a tree bark color that swirled chocolate brown in the sun.

He was tall and large with muscles like a man from House Strong; not quite too large like Yellow Lizard, who looked huge like a man from House Umber.

Black Scorpion's face was set with stoney sharp Baratheon features, yet held a Targaryens grace and beauty. A true enigma like the rest of the House Qo members.

Alicents eyes widened with a flash of hot anger, then turned into slits of sharp emeralds intending to pierce skin.

“There she is,” Black Scorpion thought. The Viper Queen had awakened for the second time for the guards to witness. The first being when she first laid eyes upon Vhagarhā.

Alicent scoffed at Yellow Lizard, “Of course,” She started, anger softening into sorrow if only for a moment.

“We cannot have the Princess eating only cake all day,” She says, venom spitting from her lips as her eyes grow cold.

The woman's hands folded in front of her as she sighed harshly through her nose. The hazel light in her eye dimmed, leaving only green left in her wake and she gave her son a pointed look.

Vhagarhā caught onto the Queen's disposition and placed a hand on the woman's covered arm, “I will try and see you on the marrow if it pleases you,” The girl whispers, testing her luck as the vipers' fangs were already drawn.

It almost seems to work, the woman's eyes going soft but hands clutching each other tighter. “Yes, please-” She started almost eager.

A staring contest occurred between both Mother and Son. After a pregnant pause the woman continued with more authority holding herself together, “That would be wonderful, Princess,” She breathed out the words quickly.

Giving a firm nod of her head, the Queen leaves the two Princesses with their guards. She sent a pointed stare at her second oldest son to follow, and whispered orders to a nearby attendant.

Aemond bows respectfully at the Summer island's Princesses but then leans to whisper something short in Shaeneera's ear as she's mid-curtsey.

Sending a final squint of concealed intrigment at Vhagarhā, he's gone with a smirk plastered on his face and hands clasped behind his back.

The two islanders wait until the Mother and son Westerosi royals are out of sight before turning to each other.

Yellow Lizard does not move his gaze from Vhagarhā’s form, her eyes bright with hope. Black Scorpion stands with hands behind his back as well, his knuckles brushing against the twin Bastard Valyrian steel swords strapped to his back.

Shaeneera flits her eyes over the small one's body, checking for any abnormalities with her attire or skin.

“Why were you chatting with the viper Queen, little sister?” Shaeneera asks in Summer Tongue, the clicking sound of their first language harsh to foreign ears only.

Vhagarhā’s eyes widened like a doe, hands playing with the gold necklace hung around her neck, “She looked lonely, sister,” She replied innocently, Summer tongue rolling out of her mouth like honey.

Only the child had the capabilities of making a harsh sounding language seem magical like a Merlings song.

Shaeneera raises a blonde brow, a small frown stretching on her face in concern, "We are not home, small one. We dance with the snake's here."

Black Scorpion hums in agreement, keeping his eyes up as he stays aware of his surroundings.

“Even I have trouble navigating myself here. You are especially vulnerable,” She admits with a defeated look. Shaeneera knew she wouldn't be able to contain her sister's kindness, and she didn't want to.

However, she wished the girl chose sparingly with who she socialized with.

Yellow Lizard nods his heart firmly. He bends down to look into the eyes of the girl as she bows, her head in reluctant submission to her older sister.

“What you did could have gone horribly wrong, My Princess,” Yellow Lizard agrees, probably out of turn in Westerosi standards.

It is a guard's duty to protect his monarch, and make sure they do not endanger themselves.

Vhagarhā huffs a whine under her breath, staring down at her gaudy rings with sadness in her eyes. Yellow Lizard sighs at the girl's sad frustration.

“However,” Vhagarhā instantly perks up, lilac and coral eyes peeking through her thick lashes. The man could laugh at the girl's constant want for praise.

“It is always wise to have allies everywhere, even if you do not like them,” The words make Vhagarhā smile solemnly with a slow nod.

Taking a step back to look at both her sister and guards properly, Vhagarhā sighs deeply with saddened eyes, “I still think she has a heart somewhere in there,” She insists quietly.

“Vhagarhā-” Shaeneera's protest is cut off quickly.

Vhagarhā goes to lace her fingers with her older sister's own, small hands swinging their interlaced fingers with desperation.

“Please sister! I am never wrong about these things – I feel it in my heart,” She claims, looking between her sister and Black Scorpion who's only sign of emotion is the hard blank stare he gives when he is in disagreement.

Shaeneera presses her lips in a thin line as the long haired Unsullied looks away, not wanting to see the child's sappy eyes.

Turning to look at Yellow Lizard, Vhagarhā states, “There is a dragon still somewhere inside of her. She just has to find it. Unleash it.”

Frustrated, Vhagarhā looks up at the sun that has begun to set. Turning her head to the Weirwood tree, she marvels as shades of red and orange start to reflect off the ancient tree's leaves.

Oh, what bliss a child could find in the most delicate of situations.

Black Scorpion admired the girl's colorful outlook on life, just her mere expression painting the picture of hope.

Shaeneera averts her gaze to the Weirwood as well, noticing her sister's eyes had been caught somewhere else. With a small smile sent down at the girl unknowingly, she sighs as her eyes flutter closed for a moment.

As her short attention span sister stares at the tree with saddened hope, the Rhoynish woman sends a pleading look to Black Scorpion. The only expression of opinion she receives is a nod of his head, softened chocolate irises placed on Vhagarhā.

“Okay…” Princess Shaeneera sounds as if she is convincing herself, rather than affirming her sister's claims.

“You have always been able to find the best in others," Even when they don't deserve it.

The unspoken words echo in the guards ears hauntingly.

They will think of all the negative aspects and outcomes so the youngest Princess won't have to.

#hotd fandom #yandere house of the dragon #house targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd aemond #aemond x lucerys #alicent hightower #rhaenyra x alicent #baela and rhaena #daemon x rhaenyra #poc!oc #aemond targaryen x fem!oc #jacaerys targaryen #jaehaerys targaryen #jaehaera targaryen #male!oc #greens vs blacks #joffrey velaryon #visenya targaryen #fuck viserys #obsessive alicent hightower #fem!poc!oc

[13keithxpidge13]

It was the worst moment in Targaryen history, a moment that threatened to tear the Targaryen dynasty in two and revive the civil war between the two sides-to reignite The Dance of the Dragons.

They couldn't decide who would walk Lucerys down the aisle!

Lord Corlys threatened to cut off trade to King's Landing lest Princess Rhaenyra didn't grant him the blessing of leading his (favorite) grandson to his future husband. Prince Daemon had already summoned Caraxes the Blood Wyrm from Dragonstone and was already gearing up to burn half the Velaryon fleet. Crown Prince Jacaerys had already sent word to Lord Cregan Stark to ask for his Winter Wolves to storm King's Landing and steal his brother away until the day of the wedding where he would sweep in and walk Lucerys down the aisle himself.

It had caused such an uproar that it caused Prince Lucerys to burst into overwhelmed tears when confronted by all three men at once. Prince Aemond had gently taken his lover by the hand and shushed his little fiance all the while glaring /daggers/ at the group as he led his future husband away.

In the end, Prince Lucerys hadn't been able to decide and all three men ended up walking the beloved Pearl of Driftmark down the aisle. Well, more like /carried/. Lord Corlys, Prince Daemon, and Prince Jacaerys attempted to hold him all at once but ended up almost dropping the poor boy before he even made it up to the steps.

Prince Aemond had been all too eager to wrench his betrothed from their sweaty arms and into his much softer and stronger ones, sweeping up his precious Pearl into his chest and Prince Lucerys cooed, all too happy to be within the arms of his soon-to-be-husband.

Later on, after their vows and before they kiss, Prince Daemon, Lord Corlys, and Prince Jacaerys nearly scramble over each to stop Prince Aemond and Prince Lucerys from completing their marriage and kissing firmly on the lips but fortunately, one terrifying glare from Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Rhaenyra had them all backing down within seconds.

As soon as their vows are finished, Prince Lucerys squeals and jumps into his now-husband's arms and kisses him so passionately it has the whole ballroom gasping at the indecency of it all but Prince Aemond merely makes a move to open Prince Lucerys's mouth with his tongues and they moan against each other's lips.

"OKAY OKAY!" Prince Jacaerys, Prince Daemon, and Lord Corlys scramble to get the two of each other before they start mating right there in the hall in front of the entire court.

But, even if they all didn't get to walk Lucerys down /by themselves/, the wedding was still the most special moment any of the Targaryen's had ever been a part of.

#lucemond #lucerys valeryon #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #lucerys x aemond #jacaerys targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #corlys velaryon #daemon targaryen #rhaenys targaryen

[asexualbookbird]

It was not a great month for reading enjoyment. It did not start off strong, a book I was really looking forward to enjoying was boring as hell, and now my brain is too foggy to enjoy anything more complex I've been wanting to read. It WAS a good month in terms of volume, though. Two chonky books, and eight overall, if we care about those stats. Which I do a little bit. Numbers are arbitrary, but it does give me a sense of accomplishment when I read an 800 page book, I will not lie.

Eryie: Gryphon Insurrection by K Vale Nagle ⭐ - I'll admit, this is partially my fault. My brain skipped right over the Gryphon Insurrection part of the title, so I wasn't really expecting gryphon genocide, the children's novel. On top of that, it just wasn't well written! POV changes well over halfway through the book, no character is distinct, only thing it has going for it is it finally made me jump into Guardians of Ga'Hoole, but. uh. Well you'll see.

Dragon Pearl by Yoo Ha Lee ⭐⭐⭐- It was fine! Entertaining! I know YA and MG books don't have the luxury of going too deep into lore or anything, but it was really lacking here. She was sad about her brother being dead for like. One line. And then got over it. Kids deserve to read emotional depth! It was a cute adventure, but nothing I'd read again. It does make me more excited about Ninefox Gambit, though, because I can see the bones of good writing!

The Dragon of Jin-Sayeng by KS Villso ⭐⭐⭐⭐- Ow. What an end to a series. Everyone is awful, everyone sucks, except Khine, love of my life. It's always harder to talk about the books I like, but I did really enjoy this series. I'd like to reread it one day!

Legacy of Ash by Matthew Ward ⭐- I was sooooo looking forward to this. I even bought book two (at a secondhand shop thankfully) because I really thought I'd enjoy it. LOL. It took 800 pages to say nothing at all. It was long for the sake of being long. It was like four different plots trying to be one, and none of them really amounted to anything because the focus was so split. Really, similar problems as Priory, but at least that was gay.

The Guardians of Ga'Hoole by Kathryn Lasky (1-4) ⭐⭐⭐- Finally starting this series after a million years! It came highly recommended from many friends throughout my life, so I've naturally been putting it off. It's fine. I did really enjoy the first one, but reading more left me really picking it apart and it's a solid three stars for me. I think Animorphs is more well rounded, but it's still an entertaining series. My biggest gripe is the inconsistencies! Soren and crew decides to withhold information from the Guardians, and then the next book the Guardians have that information? And said they got it from the gang?? Not sure how th timeline works for Metal Beak to be Soren's brother when Metal Beak was supposed to be a Big Scary Enemy to all of owlkind. Thought it might be a Dread Pirate Robert's situation, but nope! Kludd has been the only Metal Beak! Kids deserve better lol I'll read what I have (eleven books) but probably nothing more than that.

I don't have reading plans or goals for February. I'm still sick, doing things is hard. I'm just trying to survive over here. If you have recommendations for easy to read silly books, I am all ears!

#bookbird babbles #reading wrap up #january wrap up #monthly wrap up #snapshots #books #booklr #trying a new layout i think i vibe a lot with this #also how did it take me this long to just color pick from my blog colors lol

[stromuprisahat]

Fewer than a dozen maids remained, and the press had thinned considerably, when a sudden trumpet blast heralded the arrival of Baela Velaryon and Rhaena Corbray. The doors to the throne room were thrown open, and the daughters of Prince Daemon entered upon a blast of winter air. Lady Baela was great with child, Lady Rhaena wan and thin from her miscarriage, yet seldom had they seemed more as one. Both were dressed in gowns of soft black velvet with rubies at their throats, and the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen on their cloaks. Mounted on a pair of coal black chargers, the twins rode the length of the hall side by side. When Ser Marston Waters of the Kingsguard blocked their path and demanded they dismount, Lady Baela slashed him across the cheek with her riding crop. “His Grace my brother can command me. You cannot.” At the foot of the Iron Throne they reined up. Lord Unwin rushed forward, demanding to know the meaning of this. The twins paid him no more heed than they would a serving man. “Brother,” Lady Rhaena said to Aegon, “if it please you, we have brought your new queen.” Her lord husband, Ser Corwyn Corbray, brought the girl forward. A gasp went through the hall. “Lady Daenaera of House Velaryon,” boomed out the herald, somewhat hoarsely, “daughter of the late and lamented Daeron of that house and his lady wife, Hazel of House Harte, also departed, a ward of Lady Baela of House Targaryen and Alyn the Oakenfist of House Velaryon, Lord Admiral, Master of Driftmark, and Lord of the Tides.” Daenaera Velaryon was an orphan. Her mother had been carried off by the Winter Fever; her father had died in the Stepstones when his True Heart went down. His own father had been that Ser Vaemond beheaded by Queen Rhaenyra, but Daeron had been reconciled with Lord Alyn and had died fighting for him. As she stood before the king that Maiden’s Day, clad in pale white silk, Myrish lace, and pearls, her long hair shining in the torchlight and her cheeks flush with excitement, Daenaera was but six years old, yet so beautiful she took the breath away. The blood of Old Valyria was strong in her, as is oft seen in the sons and daughters of the seahorse; her hair was silver laced with gold, her eyes as blue as a summer sea, her skin as smooth and pale as winter snow. “She sparkled,” Mushroom says, “and when she smiled, the singers in the galley rejoiced, for they knew that here at last was a maid worthy of a song.” Daenaera’s smile transformed her face, men agreed; it was sweet and bold and mischievious, all at once. Those who saw it could not fail to think, “Here is a bright, sweet, happy little girl, the perfect antidote to the young king’s gloom.” When Aegon III returned her smile and said, “Thank you for coming, my lady, you look very pretty,” even Lord Unwin Peake surely must have known that the game was lost. The last few maidens were brought forward hurriedly to do their turns, but the king’s desire to put an end to the parade was so palpable that poor Henrietta Woodhull was sobbing as she curtsied. As she was led away, King Aegon summoned his young cupbearer, Gaemon Palehair. To him was given the honor of making the announcement. “His Grace will marry Lady Daenaera of House Velaryon!” Gaemon shouted happily.

Fire and Blood (George R. R. Martin)

I need a painting of the twins on their horses. Blood of the Dragon, bitches!

#ASoIaF #Fire & Blood #valyrianscrolls #ch: Under the Regents: War and Peace and Cattle Shows #Maiden's Day Ball #Aegon III Targaryen #Baela Targaryen #Rhaena Targaryen (twin) #Daenaera Velaryon #Gaemon Palehair #V #GRRM #books #quotes

[numberonenat]

i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on each one of the brothers of obey me…

here's part 2 and 3: the dateables + luke / the side characters

here's what it gave me:

lucifer:

"sympathy for the devil" by the rolling stones

"smooth operator" by sade

"devil inside" by INXS

"demon" by imagine dragons

"lucifer" by SHINee

"bad guy" by billie eilish

"personal jesus" by depeche mode

"no rest for the wicked" by lykke li

"highway to hell" by AC/DC

"dark horse" by katy perry ft. juicy j

"i put a spell on you" by creedence clearwater revival

"power" by kanye West

"black magic woman" by santana

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"wicked game" by chris isaak

mammon:

"can't stop the feeling!" by justin timberlake

"money" by pink floyd

"material girl" by madonna

"don't stop me now" by queen

"irresistible" by fall out boy ft. demi lovato

"i want it all" by queen

"rich girl" by hall & oates

"break free" by ariana grande

"gold digger" by kanye west

"born to be wild" by steppenwolf

"counting stars" by onerepublic

"uptown funk" by mark ronson ft. bruno mars

"i love it" by icona pop ft. charli XCX

"shut up and dance" by walk the moon

"take a walk" by passion pit

leviathan:

"nerd" by three loco

"all the small things" by blink-182

"the real slim shady" by eminem

"anime" by riton & kah-lo

"superhero" by 5 seconds of summer

"loser" by beck

"gamer" by karliene

"virtual insanity" by jamiroquai

"no tears left to cry" by ariana grande

"in the end" by linkin park

"radioactive" by imagine dragons

"the middle" by zedd, maren morris, grey

"numb" by linkin park

"gangnam style" by psy

"last friday night (T.G.I.F.)" by katy perry

satan:

"bitter sweet symphony" by the verve

"imagine" by john lennon

"bohemian rhapsody" by queen

"hotel california" by eagles

"hallelujah" by leonard cohen

"smooth" by santana ft. rob thomas

"time in a bottle" by jim croce

"wish you were here" by pink floyd

"somewhere only we know" by keane

"black" by pearl jam

"dust in the wind" by kansas

"vincent" by don mclean

"blackbird" by the beatles

"under the bridge" by red hot chili peppers

"sultans of swing" by dire straits

asmodeus:

"vogue" by madonna

"glamorous" by fergie ft. ludacris

"beautiful" by christina aguilera

"i'm too sexy" by right said fred

"fashion" by david bowie

"confident" by demi lovato

"glam" by christina aguilera

"fancy" by iggy azalea ft. charli XCX

"manicure" by lady gaga

"glamourous indie rock & roll" by the killers

"G.U.Y." by lady gaga

"primadonna" by MARINA

"supermodel (you better work)" by rupaul

"gold digger" by kanye west

"diamonds" by rihanna

beelzebub:

"sugar, sugar" by the archies

"banana pancakes" by jack johnson

"all star" by smash mouth

"don't stop believin'" by journey

"i want to hold your hand" by the beatles

"lean on me" by bill withers

"stand by me" by ben e. king

"with a little help from my friends" by the beatles

"three little birds" by bob marley & the wailers

"can't help falling in love" by elvis presley

"i'll be there for you" by the rembrandts

"count on me" by bruno mars

"lean on me" by club nouveau

"i just called to say i love you" by stevie wonder

"better together" by jack johnson

belphegor:

"enter sandman" by metallica

"lose yourself" by eminem

"don't wake me up" by chris brown

"sweet dreams (are made of this)" by eurythmics

"lazy song" by bruno mars

"sleeping in" by the postal service

"dreams" by fleetwood mac

"mad world" by tears for fears

"lucid dreams" by juice WRLD

"wake me up when september ends" by green day

"hotel california" by eagles

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"i don't want to miss a thing" by aerosmith

"talking in your sleep" by the romantics

"no sleep 'til brooklyn" by beastie boys

this was fun lol

except for the repetitive ones, i acctually liked this - even with the ridiculous or that make no sense...

i'll definatelly make a part 2 with the side characters and maybe with characters from another fandom. i'll put the link here when i do it.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me! #om! #om! nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #chatgpt #chat gpt

[maegalkarven]

A future fic carcass I'll write when I write (after I finish 9 ungoing fics)

King Viserys dies at the wedding celebration of his daughter, Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.

No one else does.

I am a firm believer Otto and Viserys are the rot on the face of the House of the Dragon and without these two everything would be fine-ish.

Unfortunately, we need Vissy T for his kids to be born, so Viserys dies soon after Aemond is conceived. Sorry, Daeron, not this time.

Joffrey doesn't die because he doesn't manage to provoke Criston before the king dies.

Rhaenyra overrules his father's decision and marries Harwin Strong.

Their son Jacaerys Targaryen is the heir to the throne, Lucerys Targaryen is the heir to Harrenhal.

Daemon marries Laena and lives at Dragonstone (Rhaenyra grants him that), their firstborn is the heir of Driftmark.

Laenor joins the Queensguard and is sent to Dragonstone to protect Prince Daemon (ha) and his future heirs.

Criston Cole becomes the Commander of City Watch while still retaining his white cloak (what? He did it in canon, can do it here).

Rhaenyra removes Tyland Lannister as the master of ships and appoints Corlys Velaryon (back).

When Baela and Rhaena are born, it is decided to betroth Prince Aegon and Lady Baela, making him future lord-consort of Driftmark (and successfully removing him out of succession of the iron throne).

When Jace is born, his and Helaena's betrothal is announced.

Baelon is born without an issue and the royal family meets at the celebration on Dragonstone, where Aemond claims Cannibal and loses an eye in the process.

(Kinslayer, everyone. It fits).

Afterwards Luke is sent as a ward to Harrenhal with his father. A huge ass scene ensures there Luke clings to Aemond and refuses to go.

Aegon makes a greasy comment and gets punched.

Both Aegon and Baela are sent as wards to Driftmark.

Lucerys still leaves.

Harrenhal doesn't burn bc even if Larys kills Harwin and Luke, there's still Lyonel and Joffrey in the equation. Lyonel keeps serving Queen Rhaenyra as her Hand.

Years later the royal family meets at the wedding celebration of Baela and Aegon, where Luke and Aemond behave very much like Rhaenyra and Daemon at Rhaenyra's not happened wedding.

Rhaenyra and Alicent clutch at their pearls, Rhaenyra suggests father died because of seeing something like that.

Daemon asks if she implies they killed Viserys, then asks where is Baelon.

Laena replies Baelon is playing knights with Joffrey.

Rhaenyra and Harwin Strong (no) have three more children, Aegon, Viserys and Visenya, all silver-haired like their mother (her uncle).

Laena is fine with it, they have a poly. Laena doesn't have more children because Baelon's birth was a ghasty one.

Baelon claims the Grey Ghost.

Otto is never called back to the capital because (suprise!) Rhaenyra didn't rush to kill her 3 y.o brother or the other one who was born after Viserys' death. Instead she marries Aegon off so he's no threat.

Aemond eventually joins the Queensguard and is appointed to the future lord of Harenhall.

Lucerys refuses to marry and appoints his brother Viserys as his heir, who marries Visenya. They have a very good life in Harrenhal.

The reason Luke skips over Joffrey is because Joffrey is always at the sea (with Baelon), and Aegon the Younger is bethrothed to Baela and Aegon the Elder' firstborn, Laena.

Everyone lives happily ever after, Otto gets to be the head of the house Hightower after he successfully plots against his own kin, since his blood is secured on the throne, if in unconventional for him way.

He once tried to manipulate Aegon, but was cut off sharply by Rhaenys and Corlys, who kind of adopted the boy as theirs.

Aegon enjoys wandering about Essos very much, he, of course, whores around, but he and Baela have an agreement. One of Baela's children is born from Alyn of Hull, but no one is any wiser, since everyone just thinks the child looks like her.

Jacaerys and Helaena have three kids, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera and then Maelor.

Jaehaera is oldest and so is the heir.

Oh, and Rhaena is happily married to Corwyn Cobray. They have a daughter, Rhaenys.

#hotd #hotd au #queen rhaenyra #hotd fanfic #fuck viserys #i will write it one day bc i have such a vivid image of the scenes such as: viserys' death. rhaenyra overruling her father's decision #explaining it and trying to mediate it so Corlys wouldn't start another war #'i thought it was in the tradition for the king or queen to marry their hand's child' #the greens' FACES at that #rhaenyra gathering Laenor and his entire fam and suggesting queensguard #“but then he won't be able to wed a woman. have a family-” #-exactly *Rhaenyra and Laenor lock gases. she nods. he nods.* -i accept #Aemond just fucking WANDERING AWAY TO CLAIM THE SCARIEST ASS DRAGON THAT IS THERE #the total panic then Laenor finds him and brings back with EYE LESS. (he almost got to the castle but fainted mid way) #corlys trying to push for baelon as the heir and laena&rhaenys being: “NO” #the unspoken kinship in the house of whoring around. Harwin being like “i support my wife's wrongs” and loving egg vis and visenya as his #NO ONE KNOWING THEY'RE NOT HIS. LIKE LEGIT THEY COULD BE HIS OR HARWIN'S. EVEN RHARNYRA DOESN'T KNOW #aegon living his best life as a sailor and explorer #Aemond looking at Laenor and being like “i can do that too” #laenor living THE BEST LIFE by his sis and her husband/his friend's side. and Joffrey is ALIVE #criston eventually getting over himself and accepting that Rhaenyra indeed couldn't run away with him #like imagine if they run away and then vissy t died #whoops i guess #also i just realized i accidentally made it so that Harrenhal is eventually ruled not by Strongs but Daemon's kids #lmao i guess #They are Targaryens (tm) your honor #the amount of dragons they're about to have...like harrenhal has 4 just with luke aemond and visx2 #Dragonstone has 3 even if all kids scatter about #cobrays have 2 (Rhaena's and her daughters) #driftmark has at least 3 and then Laena is born and its 4

[minteaspoon]

The Sea Dragon’s Kraken

kind of daemyra dynamic with dalcerys:)

a/n: lmao I really had to strain my brain for this

anywho, enjoy luke having an existential crisis over a rehappening of what started the dance of dragons in the first place: the second son being in danger, and either killed or taken hostage:)

(very hard decision over whether I should kill little vivi off storm’s end style, or keep him alive but at the cost of ruby’s life - one of luke’s dragons, and whom vivi feels connected to the most out of the three dragons. SO I COMPROMISED AND DECIDED TO MAKE TWO SEPARATE FICS OF BOTH INSTANCES - IDK WHICH ONE WILL BE CANON, SO PICK WHICHEVER CANON AU YOU WANT TO BELIEVE:D)

a/n 2: this is the lead up fic to Vivi’s fate of arriving back to Luke safe, the other fic that ends with Vivi’s death will be Dalton not going with Little Vis to the Stepstones, and while he gets them to join his brother turned mother for the upcoming war, he gets killed on route back to the Isles by either Maelor or Jaehaerys or a son sired by Aemond I haven’t decided yet - this basically kickstarts the second civil war the same way as the first dance of dragons

@rowletlittenpopplioteam this is for you, thanks for reminding me I had too many drafts in my notes for lucerys and his harem:)

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“Love, Viserys will be alright. He will have Ruby with him, after all.” The words were whispered, though in the room devoid of anyone except for two, it echoed and bounced from the walls as Lucerys stared out into the sea, hands clasped tightly on the windowsill.

“I know he will have Ruby with him, I know Ruby is protective of our little Vis, but still… I can’t help this immense dread within my stomach,” clutching his abdomen swollen with babe, he turns to face his husband.

“Dalton, I fear a repeat of Storm’s End, I fear our little Viserys will be another instance of the wretched Greens taking everything from me. They already took mother, my fathers, my grandmother, Jace, Joffrey and Visenya - you know how much they wanted to rid my mother’s blood from this world, and if news of our heart being out there - all alone - spreads, he might-“ his words were choked back, as small sobs racked throughout his body.

His husband stood silent, arms crossed at his back, and eyes down to bring a sense of privacy to his grieving and distressed husband. As the Greyjoy hears the sobs die down, he slowly walks in front of his beloved, and brings his hands to clutch his sea dragon’s trembling palms. “I know it’s cold comfort, but our heart will be safe, whatever happened to you in the past will not be repeated today, and certainly never in the foreseeable future. He’s a stubborn boy who loves his brother turned mother, he’s determined to prove himself to you, he wants nothing more than for you to be proud of him.”

Luke lets out a shuddered breath, “that is precisely why I am afraid. He is exactly as I was with my mother, and I fear that sameness will be what breaks me apart again, and will be what kills him as it did my family.”

Dalton sighs defeatedly, he knew his husband was concerned, very much and understandably so. As such, he offers a bargain.

“If it makes your worry lessen, I will set sail with Viserys to the Stepstones, and I will accompany him in making a deal with the leaders of the Stepstones to your cause,” Dalton proclaims, in a near yelling tone of anger, though not directed to his dear Pearl of the Seas.

“You are no Targaryen nor Velaryon in the eyes of Westeros, the Greens made sure to publicize and spread that, and your humiliation and suffering will be what draws the Stepstones to you. They will see you as no Targaryen or Velaryon, but as Lucerys Greyjoy of House Dragonborne. And with some threats from my fleet, and from a dragon, I do believe it’ll make them more willing to fight for you - they want to stick whatever ironic victories they require with dragons in the arse of those Westerosi bitches and bastards.”

His soft consort was silent, staring at the wall behind the Greyjoy’s shoulder. After a few moments, Luke turns his dark eyes to his husband’s, and tilts his head. “…I trust you to bring our Viserys back safely - alive and well. The same with our dearest red princess, Ruby. The Stepstones will be under my command, but are free to raid and kill anything and anyone from and within Westeros.”

The Greyjoy smirks, leaning his forehead against Lucerys’, “and what else, my Lord of Dragonborne, eldest surviving son of the true Black Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, and rightful King of Westeros?”

“…Show no mercy. I grant you, your fleet, and our Viserys and Ruby my permission, to show no mercy.”

Loud laughs of excitement, pent up rage and bloodlust erupt from the older man, as he clamps his rough hands upon his lord’s cheeks, and brings him into a kiss.

Separating, Dalton whispers into Luke’s ears, “If I see that One-Eye in the skies, on the ground or at sea, I will shoot him and his dragon down, and bring to you their heads.”

“I will hold you to that promise, my husband.”

#dalcerys #lucemond #just a hint tho #lmao man got no chance in this au #lucerys velaryon #dalton greyjoy #viserys ii targaryen #lucerys as daenerys au #the targ and vel ancestors would be proud #GO GET YOUR CROWN LUKE #aemond targaryen #stepstones #greens win au #not for long tho #:) #unhinged lucerys velaryon #THE BEST KIND OF LUCERYS>:) #he cares so much #lets hope that doesn’t make him do a daenerys:) #tbf I feel like he has full reason to do this #with what westeros and the greens have done to him and his family:( #hotd au #house of the dragon #hbo #hbo hotd

[emilykaldwen]

Preview for this week's chapter of The Maiden and the Drowning Boy! We pick up right after last chapter to a different type of family dinner. And also I promise, Abby's POV is back and it's a worthy valentine's day edition ;)

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“You never used to be this reckless.”

“Well I also used to have two eyes and we all know how that went,” he snapped back and the footsteps stopped abruptly. His voice went softer. “I apologize, heltar gevie. I do not mean to take my frustrations out on you.”

Footsteps resumed, lighter ones, before the heavier footfalls followed. “Yes, you do,” Helaena said firmly. “You never apologize, and attempting to do so changes nothing.”

“I can do better, Helaena.”

“You can, and so you should, Aemond.” Helaena’s voice was anxious. “But not because you think it will change anything. I meant it. I simply want my brother back, and I know in your heart it is what you want to, whether you admit it or not.”

Aemond made a low sound in the back of his throat and Jace held his breath as his uncle’s shoulder appeared in view. It was by the grace of whatever gods looked over him that his blind eye was to the alcove and so he could not see. He was clad all in black, his straight, silver hair falling just past his shoulders, pulled back from his face with three braids. Around the side, Jace could barely catch the glimpse of blue, but he could see Helaena’s smaller shadow cast on the ground.

His uncle continued down the hall towards the solar, leaving Helaena standing in the patch of torchlight. Her gown was pale blue, with shimmers of silver thread woven through the fabric in the shape of dragons. A wide, silver belt cinched about the waist and the two swathes of blue fabric covered her but left an expanse of pale skin from her sternum to her bared collarbones. The gown had another silver clasp at each shoulder to keep the fabric in place and Jace’s eyes fixated on the dark little moles dotted across the skin she revealed. Her curls hung free around her shoulders and down to her waist, a loose net of winking diamond and pearls covering her hair like a makeshift veil. Starlight in the night.

She blinked and turned her head slightly and Jace swore that their eyes met. Lavender and lavender. Then, Helaena spun on her heel and followed her brother down the hallway.

“I do not wish to be here among all the dramatics,” Baela muttered as the pair of them followed a distance behind Helaena’s drifting blue form. Jace rolled his eyes.

“As if home is any better?” he said rhetorically. In some ways yes, in other ways, there was little escaping his mother and Daemon’s more passionate arguments that would carry across the castle. It got a chuckle from Baela, so Jace considered it a win.

#jacelaena #fic: the maiden and the drowning boy #helaena targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #my fics #I have some larger edits to make in this chapter #but I'm so proud of it #also seriously #Jace is one of my new fave POVs to write #I have claimed him as mine #he thinks Helaena is so pretty #and that's been fun to write #Helaena deserves a “normal” love interest

[wellthebardsdead]

Some Fun facts about Wyrm

Hes terrified of dogs. One of his earliest memories is being attacked by someone’s pet Nix hound who wanted his food. Since then anything vaguely dog or nix shaped scares him half to death. Meeting barbas did in fact make him faint from both fear and shock.

He’s neuro spicy coded. No particular diagnosis but leaning towards autistic. He’s both very empathetic but often struggles reading people and taking context from passive comments, so he tends to take things quite literally but is also quite witty and sarcastic himself.

He really wants a pet Scrib but Urag is terrified of them. So you can imagine the scream the old orc made when he returned home with two Elytra nymphs in tow.

Before meeting team dragonborn, Brelyna Maryon, Onmund & J’zargo are his only friends in his mental age group that aren’t made of machinery, and they are also the very first students in his whole life in the collage who befriended him rather than finding him odd or annoying.

He has a bad habit of falling asleep in odd places while reading or working. Urag has found him on top of a bookshelf before more than once.

He heavily dislikes Savos Aren being the arch mage and is the only person in the college who knows he sacrificed his classmates to escape the dragon priest.

He sometimes offers sugar cookies to the magicka fountains around the collage so the auger knows someone’s thinking of him.

He loves insects but is partial to moths.

He’s terrible at self regulating and due to ash exposure at a young age he breathes deeper than he needs to when crying and thus ends up giving himself the hiccups each and every time.

Outside of the tribunal nightmares he’s been suffering from recently, he’s only ever dreamt of the stories Urag would read to him, or a night sky with a single moon and star, and what sounds like bells ringing softly in the distance.

He is ridiculously clumsy.

His favourite joke is to pull his Pearl eye out, rub it on his shirt and put it back in when seeing something ridiculous or unbelievable.

His three favourite professors are Tolfdir, Mirabelle, and Faralda with Miss Colette coming in fourth purely because her lessons are too early in the morning and he misses out on precious sleep in time.

Enthir is very much a (sometimes annoying) big brother figure to him despite being shorter lol.

His favourite snack is any type of jerky, but he’s partial to scrib jerky when he can get it.

Tried drinking alcohol once and regretted it immediately. Prefers tea instead.

He frequently gets tangled up in his floor length hair in his sleep but still forgets to braid it every time. Urag has found him inching his way across the floor like a worm (pun intended) more than once after cocooning himself in it from tossing and turning.

He hates boiled cream treats and any type of jelly, the texture is a huge no for him. Mushrooms are an even bigger no.

#Wyrm dragonborn #sotha sil #Skyrim