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sorcerousundries · 11 days ago

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My baby, Your my baby say it to me

Corlys with a reader having a hard labour

Warnings: graphic depictions of birth, birth problems, spot the rhaenyra reference

A/N: take a shot every time the word babe is said

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Corlys paced anxiously in the corridor, his gaze fixed on the door of the birthing chamber. It had been a difficult pregnancy, one you had found far from enjoyable. He heard the blood curdling screams coming from inside the room. It made his stomach twist and churn uncomfortably.

Finally, the door swung open, causing the lord to halt his restless pacing. “How is she? What of the baby?” Corlys asked, his heart racing, before the midwife could respond, he heard your anguished cries echoing from within and, without waiting for an answer, he stepped past her and into the room.

You lay spread on the bed, your legs opened with a pool of blood drenching your legs, your nightgown and the sheets, your face covered with a sheen of sweat as the midwives and maester stand and kneel at the foot of the bed, some holding your calves reassuringly, one wiping the sweat from your face every now and then, your screams filled with pain as you cry out and clutch the bedsheets so hard your knuckles turn white.

The sight was not one he could have predicted. Corlys was struck mute at the sight of the blood and gore that had soaked all over the bed sheets and your nightgown. His eyes then fell to you writhing in the bloodied bed, wailing in such a primal manner.

The lord of the tides stumbled forward, pushing past the other women and collapsing at your bedside. He didn’t dare to touch you, he was far too stricken by the sight and sound of you writhing in anguish. “What is wrong, my love?” Corlys rasped. His mind racing with possibilities.

Your eyes open weakly as you turn your head to face him, panting with exertion “corlys..” you mutter weakly in recognition.

The sound of his name from your lips snapped Corlys from his daze. He quickly reached down to grab your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

He was quick then to take in the sweat that beaded along your forehead. A look of fear passed over his face as he felt the clammy skin, “What happened, love? What went wrong?” He asked as he brought your hand to his face, gently peppering it with kisses.

You try to speak but your face twists with pain as a pain floods your stomach, the maester speaks for you, a fat woman with a kind face “the babe is the wrong way, we have to turn it” she speaks with a sympathetic expression

The wrong way.

Fear gripped the velaryon’s heart, his face turned into a look of dread at the realization that something was seriously wrong with your labour. He did not let go of your hand, he wanted you to know he was there. He wanted to hold you, to comfort you, to protect you but knew he could not so easily.

“What will happen to her?” He rasped as he looked to the fat maester that worked between your legs, preparing to turn the child into the right position.

“It is not fatal but it will be extremely painfu-“ you cut her off “just turn them” you grit ending with a groan of pain.

Corlys winced and gently squeezed your hand at the sound of your pained groan. He shifted on his knees, shifting his weight. Corlys’ eyes remained fixed upon your face, watching every twitch of pain and wince from your expression of pain as the maester worked to turn the baby. “Just breathe, love….it will be over soon,” He assured in a gentle, though quivering, voice.

Your cunt feels as though it being torn apart and set on fire as the maester stuffs her hands inside you, gripping the babe, your belly swells as the babe is turned inside you before deflating back down, your screams and wails die down as the pain settles into the constant thrum of pain in your abdomen.

The sound of your screaming filled his ears and caused a deep ache in his heart. His eyes remained glued to your face, watching as the child was slowly turned to the right position. All he wanted at that moment was to hold you, soothe you from the pain that wracked your body.

Corlys clenched your hand impossibly tight, “Hold on, love, hold on…” he encouraged in a desperate tone.

the maester smiles but a worried expression still rests on her face “the babe is in the right position my lady!, just a couple pushes and they’ll be here”

Corlys smiled in relief, “You hear that, love? They’ll be here soon, we’ll have our babe soon,” He assured in a reassuring tone. Though, there was a hint of desperation to it.

He shifted his weight onto his knees, keeping your hand tightly in his. “You can do this, love. Just….just push” Corlys urged.

a faint smile appears on your exhausted face, before it scrunches with exertion as you push, Corlys gently shifted to rest his other hand on your leg, keeping you as comfortable and supported as possible. All the while, he kept his eyes glued to your face. He took in every furrow and scrunch of your features as he silently willed you on.

“That’s it, Keep going You’re almost finished” He encouraged as you pushed. the maester smiles “halfway there my lady, just one more” you take a deep breathe and groan before a piercing cry echoes the room, your face lightens as the maester pulls a babe from between your legs and the midwives all rush to swaddle and clean the babe.

Corlys could have been rendered motionless if it weren’t for the fact that he watched every movement between your legs as you pushed. He saw the babe as it’s head began to crown and Corlys let out an exhale of air from holding his breath.

The lord of the tides watched the flurry of activity around you as the other ladies cleaned and swaddled his child. Corlys’ face remained fixed to your own, “It’s….it’s over, love. You did it…” He rasped.

the maester brings the babe to you swaddled in a navy blue patterned blanket “a boy!, My lady” she places the babe in your arms and you smile down at him “healthy?” You ask “kicking like a goat princess” the maester answers joyfully, you smile down at the cooing baby in your arms.

Corlys let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. His shoulders sagged from the tension that had built within as he watched you gently hold the new babe in your arms. A healthy baby boy

Corlys slowly rose from his kneeling position on the floor, his fingers twitching to touch the child. Yet, he didn’t. Instead, he looked down at you as you held his son in your arms, a look of wonderment on his face.

You were safe, he was safe, he told himself. Looking down at his small family in his arms.

A feeling of fulfilment spread across his chest, making the corners of his lips turn up.

#hotd #hotd x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #corlys x reader #corlys velaryon #Corlys Velaryon x reader

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sorcerousundries · 12 days ago

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Arcane masterlist

F - Fluff

S - Smut

A - Angst

P - Platonic

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Nothing here yet

#arcane #noni’s masterlists #arcane x reader

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sorcerousundries · 13 days ago

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Ghost masterlist

F - Fluff

S - Smut

A - Angst

P - platonic

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Nothing here yet

#the band ghost #ghost #ghost the band #noni’s masterlists #ghost x reader

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sorcerousundries · 13 days ago

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Out of desperation I’ve accepted this background guy as glorfindel now

Guy on the left side of Elrond

Glorfindel, circa 2001: oh…okay, my scenes got stolen by Arwen. Okay. That’s cool. I’m a feminist. I can let this slide. I’ll get my chance on the silver screen one day.

Glorfindel, circa 2022: are you kidding me the same fucking thing happened but with her grandmother this time. Shit’s fucked. I’m out. I’m over this bullshit. I quit. I’m moving to Tahiti. Y’all’ll never see this face again.

#glorfindel #lord of the rings #Noni’s reblogs #the poor guy #even his horse was stolen💀

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sorcerousundries · 18 days ago

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I’m dreaming of all the possibilities

A Valyrian wedding with Aemond

Warnings: Valyrian!reader, typical targcest, reader is Aemonds niece, mentions of rape(not by Aemond), readers hair is long enough to be braided, a lot of blood, I think dragon metaphors are romantic leave me alone, reader is described as beautiful, minimal dialogue, nicer!Aemond, shit pacing, Valyrian might not accurate

NSFW warnings: thigh grinding, marking, slight power imbalances, virgin!reader, Aemond dirty talks in Valyrian, no protection, vaginal penetration, slight voyuerism.

Translations: Issa ābrazȳrys, nyke kivio naejot ao naejot sagon aōha mīsio, aōha egros, aōha sumby, nykeā raqiros ao kostagon confide isse, aōha jorrāelagon skori ao dijāves issa, nyke kivio naejot ūbremagon naejot ao rūsīr undying devotion hae nykeā zaldrīzes would tend naejot pōja drōma, nyke krimvo aōha prūmia syt choosing issa, kostagon ao feel hae dāez rūsīr issa hae ao gaomagon va zaldrīzes arlī - my wife, I promise to be your protector, your blade, your shield, your friend you can confide in, your lover when you desire me, I promise to tend to you with undying devotion as a dragon would tend to their eggs, I thank your heart for choosing me, I pray you can you feel as free as you do on dragon back || Valzȳrys, kostagon aōha jēda rūsīr issa sagon lēdan rūsīr passion se perzys, kostagon īlva jorrāelagon zālagon hotter than vhagars perzys, nyke kivio naejot sagon pazavor, naejot sagon compassionate, naejot shifang se trūmāje parts hen ao rūsīr devotion se pāsagon, nykeā zaldrīzes emagon daor limits se neither shall īlva jorrāelagon. Ziry jāhor sagon remembered daor sepār hae union hen gaomilaksir se sacrifice yn hae mēre hen jorrāelagon - Husband, may our marriage be filled passion and fire, may our love burn hotter than vhagars fire, I promise to be loyal, to be compassionate, to understand the deepest parts of you with devotion and love, a dragon does not have limits and neither shall our love. May our marriage be remembered not just as a union of duty and sacrifice but as one of love. || Sīr vok syt issa, issa dōna ābrazȳrys - so perfect for me, my sweet wife || kotlu - please

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When you first heard about Aemond it was from your mother, she had talked to you about betrothal before but for the most part the topic remained untrodden territory.

She understandably wanted to wait until you had came of age, remembering the unbearable pressure of being constantly presented with suitors who wanted her blood for their offspring or her place on the throne.

But when the greens offered to form an alliance on one condition. She betrothed her daughter to queen Alicents youngest son.

When your mother sat you down and told you the news you cried and screamed, even as your sobs died down your mind raced with images of what he might be like.

Would he be fat and greedy to consumed with his own need to tend to his wife preferring the company of common whores or would he be thin and unnerving with a wiry smile who would bring you to dungeons and molest you til your hole bled and throat was sore from screaming?.

You felt your stomach churn at the thoughts but they continued to race through your mind each one more grotesque than the last.

When the day finally came for you to meet your eyes stung with panicked tears, you looked at yourself in the mirror a thousand times. your white hair braided in intricate braids you couldn’t even remember the names of, a green gown with an embroidered neckline and golden details that shimmered with the flicker of candles.

You had hoped the Hightower green would please him, you felt wearing traditional Targaryen red and black would send the wrong message.

As much as you hated the situation, you couldn’t help but want to pacify it in every way you could.

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The gathering took place in the council room, the orange light reflecting around the room making it feel dreamy.

From the moment your eyes locked with his blue ones your heart jumped, you couldn’t pull your eyes from him if you wanted to, it appeared he felt the same from the way his eyebrows rose ever so slightly, his eyes trailing up and down your figure returning to your face as if he wanted to memorise every small detail of your face, wether it be the curve of your bow or the slope of your cupids bow.

He sneered when his mother called his name, prompting him to tear his gaze from you.

You couldn’t even focus on the chatter of your mother and the greens, your gaze felt stuck on his handsome face.

It was only when he stepped forward and took your hand in his calloused one pressing the back of it to his lips you were able to focus on his words “princess, it is an honour to be named your betrothed” he spoke, his voice was velvety smooth as it reached your ears.

You were snapped out of your daydream when you felt everyone’s eyes looking upon you, awaiting your response “the honour is all mine” he smirked at this.

You can’t remember much of the meeting only that as you watched the greens sail away your mother smiled knowingly at you, kissing your forehead “it pleases me that you do not have the same reservations that I did” she comments before walking back up the pathway to the castle, leaving you standing with your dress blowing in the wind, thinking more positively about your betrothal than before.

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Your relationship with aemond was fast paced but not unwelcome, you often sat together in the library discussing whatever topic came to mind or even sitting in silence wanting nothing more than to enjoy each others company.

You stood in front of the mirror looking at yourself similar to how did approximately nine moons ago, this time instead of green you were dressed in a white robe dipped in redm a golden headpiece said upon your head with tassels dangling by your ears.

“Princess, it’s time” one of your handmaidens called, you thanked her taking a deep breathe before starting the walk to the altar, you’d practiced it before, you counted exactly six hundred and forty eight steps, that’s six hundred and forty eight steps until you’d be married to Aemond.

The steps seemed to fly by, as your feet subconsciously sped up as if you blinked and there was aemond stood in front of you, dressed in a similar garment, his hair braided to match yours.

The officiant stood between you both first handing aemond the dragon glass shard, he brings it your lips and slices downwards, the sting painful but soothed by the cool wind blowing on your face. then your turn, bringing the shard to his heart shaped lips and sliding it down, the blood starting to drip.

His hand cups your jaw as your lips crash together, a mix of the metallic tang and expensive westerosi wine is all you taste, it makes you moan quietly into his mouth before you pull back hesitantly, a stupid grin on your face that he returns.

The taste returns to your mouth as you both drink from the same cup of blood, watered down with wine to make it go down easier. The amount of blood on your lips causing the red liquid to drip onto your dress and down your neck.

“Today we bear witness to the union of the prince and princess of house Targaryen, may their marriage be long and prosperous, filled with devotion and everlasting love to each other as their two souls bind into one, they may now recite they’re vows as oaths and promises to each other and their marriage” the officiant steps down from the altar and you join hands with him.

“Issa ābrazȳrys, nyke kivio naejot ao naejot sagon aōha mīsio, aōha egros, aōha sumby, nykeā raqiros ao kostagon confide isse, aōha jorrāelagon skori ao dijāves issa, nyke kivio naejot ūbremagon naejot ao rūsīr undying devotion hae nykeā zaldrīzes would tend naejot pōja drōma, nyke krimvo aōha prūmia syt choosing issa, kostagon ao feel hae dāez rūsīr issa hae ao gaomagon va zaldrīzes arlī” the words rolled from his tongue as if he didnt have to think to say them.

You take a deep breathe running quickly through your vows in your head before speaking “Valzȳrys, kostagon aōha jēda rūsīr issa sagon lēdan rūsīr passion se perzys, kostagon īlva jorrāelagon zālagon hotter than vhagars perzys, nyke kivio naejot sagon pazavor, naejot sagon compassionate, naejot shifang se trūmāje parts hen ao rūsīr devotion se pāsagon, nykeā zaldrīzes emagon daor limits se neither shall īlva jorrāelagon. Ziry jāhor sagon remembered daor sepār hae union hen gaomilaksir se sacrifice yn hae mēre hen jorrāelagon” you smiled, your joined hands causing the cuts on both to mix blood, feeling the bond between you both seal.

You keep your fingers intertwined as you both walk down the stone steps of dragonstone, towards the castle

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Your dress fell from your shoulder, your breasts bouncing as the dress fell to the floor, leaving you completely naked.

Aemond sat on the foot of the bed, still in his wedding robes though he’d discarded his eyepatch, Leaving the gleaming saphire embedded in his eye socket on display, he sighs in content as his eyes rake your figure before he pats his thigh in invitation.

You straddle his thigh, your bare cunt pressed against the mix of linen and the firm muscle of his thigh. you lean forward smashing your lips onto his, the sudden change in position causing your clit to catch on the fabric, tearing a gasp from you.

The searing heat of need pulsates through your cunt as you start to grind against his thigh, you bite your lip and throw your head back.

He takes the initiative to start sucking and biting your neck, claiming you as his by marking you.

Your thighs tense and your abdomen pools with molten heat as you feel the knot in your stomach start to coil, “A-Aemond!” You moan, he licks a stripe up to your ear “cum for me, hm?” He encourages.

Fire rushes through your body as the coil snaps and wetness soaks Aemonds robes.

Your chest heaves as you pant for breath, trying to come down from your high.

Suddenly the room spins around you, you realise Aemond has flipped you onto the bed underneath him. His eyes are hungry as he gazes upon your face, a beauty only heard of in history books of old Valyria, he could scarcely believe such a beautiful woman was underneath him and all his.

He spread your legs with his lean one, slotting his pelvis flush against yours, gripping your hips as he presses his lips to yours, a sloppy clash of tongue, teeth and blood, fighting for dominance.

Your nails drag down his back, no doubtably leaving red stripes in their wake under his blood stained robe.

“Sīr vok syt issa, issa dōna ābrazȳrys” he moans into your mouth, the words slurred and murmured in need. The rolls of his tongue as he spoke the words making your cunt pulse as you imagine his tongue on your clit.

“Kotlu, I want your cock” you practically drool, bucking your hips up against the prominent bulge in his trousers.

He unlaces the front of his trousers, dipping his hand into waistband before pulling out his cock, the sight makes you moan.

It wasn’t exceptionally girthy but it was long, he laid it across your stomach and it almost reached your belly button, it curved slightly to the left. It would hit your gspot deliciously you thought, the prospect making your eyes roll back in your head.

But the thought of it was nothing compared to how it felt pushing inside your tight walls, it burned slightly, your hole never being penetrated before but his comforting grip on both your hands made it bearable as you tried to focus on the mouthwatering drag of his cock on your walls instead of the burning sensation.

It felt like an eternity before you finally felt his hips against your ass, all of his cock sheathed inside your cunt, the tip pressed against your spot, nudging it every time he shifted slightly.

“Move” you whined, his hips reeled back before he pushed in again over and over, the rhythm slow at first but he quickened as your moans grew louder, the wet squelch of skin slapping filling your eardrums along with his light groans.

You swear you could even hear maids giggling outside, at the sound of your moans they could tell aemond was practically in your guts. The image of them sneaking around corners, cunts dripping with need knowing they could never have the gorgeous Valyrian statue of a man behind you, taking you like an animal in heat made you smirk. Despite your head being stuffed into the silk pillows, moans muffled as Aemond had you on all fours, your moans could be heard two corridors down, the sounds echoing off the stone walls.

Your legs started to shake as you felt the rush of heat in your stomach again, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth “fuck, m’gonna cum!” you cried, he said something that you couldn’t hear as ringing sounded in your eardrums, your legs shook violently as you soaked aemond and the bedsheets underneath you.

He rubbed your hips as he fucked you through your orgasm, hips grinding and rolling in circles as he shot ropes of cum into your cunt, filling you up with his warm seed.

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd smut #aemond smut #aemond x reader smut

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sorcerousundries · 19 days ago

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If you're taking requests, could you please write something about which Lotr and The Hobbit characters would be most attracted to a reader who's really intelligent and good at debating them? Like I'm picturing a sort of Rivals to Lovers dynamic where the reader is super smart and really good at arguing their points, but I'm curious which Tolkien characters you think would be most into that type of partner 🤔

I can totally picture Eomer falling for a person like that because he honestly seems perfect for Enemies to Lovers arcs, but tldr what Tolkien characters do you think would be most attracted to a super intelligent person who could debate them into the dirt? Thanks!

I have been alone all my life but with the compensations of intellect.

Lord of the rings and The hobbit characters react to an intelligent reader

Warnings: none

Includes: Elrond, Thranduil, Gimli and Éomer

A/n: thank you for your request <3

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Elrond — Friends to lovers

You and Elrond would meet in a fairly formal setting, maybe during a business gathering or a dinner of sorts.

You would be chatting with some high noble who would introduce you to lord Elrond and the two of you clicked immediately.

He would often invite you for tea and insist you stay for dinner, maybe offering you a bed as the hour gets later.

He is knowledgeable about history, lore and the affairs between both men and elves alike, he would likely be drawn to someone he can engage deeply in discussions of middle earths past, present and future.

The debates between you and lord Elrond would be competitive but friendly, if he lost he would shrug it off, the pinnacle of healthy masculinity. If he won, he wouldn’t care, maybe tease you if your friendship started to grow closer but never in a cruel, condescending way.

He would grow feelings slowly yet steadily, he would never force himself on you but he couldn’t deny the flutter of his heart whenever you’d smirk triumphantly as besting him during a debate of which medicine would be best to use for a rope burn, the simple action making his heart warm.

As your relationship turns romantic your playful banter wouldn’t stop, it would only grow, turning into silly debates before bed as you two move in chorus around the bedroom, performing your separate night routines though you’d never allow the room to grow silent as you chat about whatever topic comes to mind.

Overall he’d enjoy having a partner that he could chat away with, it’s rare that he finds someone who equals his intelligence, let alone best it.

Thranduil — Shared traumas

Thranduil would likely already be acquainted with you, after all the king knows everything that happens in his kingdom.

Though he only started to cultivate a relationship with you when you outwitted him in his own throne room, for the first time a millennium the king of the woodland realm was left speechless, you intrigued him, instead of sending you away he invited you to join him in his study.

The debates between you two would be filled with romantic tension, heated discussions would be filled with you leaned so forward your nose would also my be touching his, as you did something that countered his you would pull back, thoughts of how his eyes would dart down to your lips so quick you almost didn’t see it would flood your brain.

He would love discussing battle strategies and such, even better if an elf and you saw the battle for yourself.

Nothing pleases him more than falling back on you when he doubts his leadership skills, after having to listen to courtiers and advisors drone on about their ideas and excuses, he can go to and simply sit across the room as you answer his questions logically, not even looking up from your book.

Your relationship would start to turn romantic when he confided in you about his troubles, his worries for his son, even telling you about the death of his wife.

And who knows, maybe he’ll pull you in for a kiss before you turn in for the night.

Gimli — opposites attract

Gimli would first see you at the court of Elrond, during the forming of the fellowship.

He never thought his heart would lurch from his chest when he saw an elf sitting at lord Elrond side, chin held high and regal.

Not even his admiration for lady Galadriel could compare to the way his heart jumped at the sight of you.

While he’s not typically seen as a debater, Gimli has a strong sense of pride surrounding his culture and way of life, he would be drawn to someone who can engage in conversation about dwarven history and culture with him.

He would hold an immense level of respect for you, often coming to you to double check any technical blueprints or a different perspective if he’s struggling to visualise how something would come together. He would appreciate someone who can offer unbiased opinions not swayed by any existing rivalry between elves and dwarves.

Any debates with him would lively and high spirited,he would engage enthusiastically defending his views with passion and light hearted humour, your discussions could range from history and craftsmanship to the simple differences between elves and dwarves.

He would let out a small “oh!” As you kiss him on the cheek, nodding him a farewell after helping him find scrolls about an ancient smithing technique, his smile turning his eyes into slights as he pumps his fist once you’ve turned your back.

Eomer — Enemies to lovers

Eomer would find your intelligence intriguing and infuriating at the same time.

His warrior ideals and loyalty to Rohan would initially clash with your more logical approach to things, your debates would arise over strategies in battle most likely.

Early on in your relationship, misunderstandings were the main fuel to your bitter relationship. Your critical views on his leadership or warfare would be interpreted as disrespect, driving a wedge between you two.

But as the power of Sauron grows, you’re forced to put your differences aside.

He would begrudgingly admit that you’re actually very useful in a fight, offering new ideas that contrast his own.

However one night as your both sat around the fire, when every other solider has turned in for the night, he might open up, revealing to you his fears about not being a good leader, you in turn offer him insights and philosophical perspectives that resonate with him.

He thinks about the conversation when he nods silently before sauntering off to his tent, laying in bed staring up at the white linen cloth of his tent, the words he forgets as he slowly realises he in-fact wasn’t listening to your words, instead focusing on the curve of your lips and the brush of your eyelashes against your cheeks every time you blinked, the way your eyes gleamed as the fire crackled.

He frowns as the words “oh shit, I’m in love with them” echoed in his inner monologue.

He doesn’t tell you through words rather showing you, right before the rohirrims marched to Gondor he would give you heated kiss, displaying not his passion as a warrior, but as a lover.

#lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit #elrond x reader #thranduil x reader #gimli x reader #Éomer x reader #eomer x reader

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sorcerousundries · 20 days ago

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Honey, your familiar, Like my mirror years ago

Halsin growing up headcannons

Warnings: I am not fully versed in dnd lore so there might be some inaccuracies, all elvish is Sindarin because I couldn’t find translations for dnd elvish

A/N: this is very self indulgent

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- Halsin in my mind is half wood elf on his fathers, half moon elf on his mother’s side.

- Halsins father died when he was younger,but every now and then he can remember the creases in the corners of his green eyes and how his calloused hands would hover around him as he climbed trees.

- Halsins mother is called Nimloth meaning whiteflower, His father was called Ithildin meaning Moon-Star.

- He grew up with Four older sisters. Alassëa, Nostariel, Raina and Arasinya.

- he was closest with Nostariel, often tagging along with her to gather herbs or chase butterflies.

- He often brings the children postgame to visit his sisters.

- his mother had white hair and pale blue eyes. Halsin remembers the scent of clean linen as he’d snuggled into her robes as a young child.

- he trained under Alassëa, his oldest sister.

- She taught him how to wildshape, she often took the form of a doe, he vividly remembers the silky white doe prancing around the gardens of his childhood home.

- he often thinks of her whenever he spots a herd of deer grazing in the distance.

- She taught him about the Druidic arts, herbalism, shapeshifting and healing

- he grew up a very traditional elvish environment, his mother instilling a sense of pride of his heritage in him.

- he was very young when he was out into a leadership role in the grove maybe only 185 (18), that put him very out of element, he was used to his sisters taking the leadership roles and allowing him to tag along.

-Raina taught him how to play musical instruments when he was young, but as he grew he forgot how to play.

- Raina took on a nomadic lifestyle, he hasn’t seen her for years, sometimes he sits with a lyre or drum infront of him and scrunches his eyes trying to remember her words, but they’re faint, almost murmurs in his mind, he can never quite make out the words.

- he owns a rain drum and every now and then when it’s raining outside and the children are asleep, he’ll sit outside and close his eyes imagining it’s her playing to him.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 Halsin #Halsin #halsin silverbough

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sorcerousundries · 25 days ago

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I need fic requests so bad🙏🙏

(Trying to cook up fic ideas is so hard)

#bg3 #bg3 x reader #hotd #hotd x reader #lotr #lotr x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader

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sorcerousundries · 25 days ago

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Over the Dead Sea, Keepin’ you company.

Dragon-racing with young Aemond/Older sister!reader

Warnings: reader rides silverwing, reader is taller than Aemond, reader has hair long enough to flow in the wind, average awkward sibling dialogue, Aegon makes a misogynistic comment towards reader, reader and older!aemond have a complex relationship

A/n: brb currently mourning the Aemond we could’ve got if he had someone who understood and loved him

translations(Valyrian is in italics): Valonqar - little brother | Ñuhyz jaehossa - My gods | Ninkiōt - Land | Māzigon va vhagar, ao kostagon’t ivestragī zȳhon pyghagon ao - come on vhagar, you can’t let her beat you | Sōvegon adhirikydho - fly quickly | Sovēs - fly

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You heard the small sounds of feet pattering against the stone floors before you heard him huff as he sat down next to you, the book in your hands now the least of your concerns, you already know what’s happened.

“What’s wrong, valonqar?” you ask, turning to face the little blonde boy beside you, you can see a slight bruise forming on his eyebrow, it makes your brows furrow.

He puffs out a sigh “you’re the only one who doesn’t make fun of me” the suddenness of the statement takes you by slight surprise.

“Has Aegon been mean to you again” you shuffle closer to him, clamping the book shut.

He nods slowly, avoiding eye contact as he rolls a pebble underneath his boot, “what did he say?” You urge. His chin starts to wobble as he speaks “he called me a crybaby, a one eyed fool, that my dragons as ugly as me” the words make your heart ache.

“You know..I think he’s jealous” you say, wrapping your arm around his shoulder to embrace him, rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him. He sniffles “jealous?” He raises his eyebrows “he’s jealous that you and me have big dragons, and he’s left with an undeniably majestic beast but small and slow” you say smiling.

A small smile forms on his lips as he relaxes into your side, comforted by your embrace, “I guess your right but..why can’t he just like me?, I didn’t do anything wrong did I?” You frown at his words before jumping up onto your feet “I’ll talk to him later” you promise thinking about what your going to say to Aegon when he’s sober enough to listen to you, you hold your hand out for him to take “do you want to come flying with me?, I’m usually made to do it with Aegon but I’d rather do it with you instead”.

His eyes light up at your words and a rare blinding smile spreads across his face, he quickly takes your hand, practically bouncing with excitement “really?, you’d take me flying instead of Aegon?” He remembers watching you and Aegon fly about on your dragons, the gold of sunfyre reflecting on Silverwings scales. He remembers seeing Aegon roll his eyes at being told to go fly with you, jealous that he had a dragon and wasn’t grateful for it, but now he has one and he can be one to go flying with you.

“Of course” you giggle as you run down the corridors and steps, his hand in yours “you haven’t met Silverwing yet, have you?” He follows after you, his smaller legs struggling to keep up with yours, but he never lets go of your hand. He shakes his head as he runs “No, I haven’t met her yet, Is she as fast as Vhagar?”

You try to visualise the two dragons in your head, coming to a conclusion “she might be faster” you chuckle

“Faster than the largest dragon in the world?” He looks at you skeptically as if he couldn’t fully believe what he was hearing.

“Faster than the largest dragon.” You laugh, reaching the dragon pit and gliding down the slope with him, He lets himself be pulled down the slope, a sense of excitement and anticipation building within him. When you reach Silverwing, a small gasp escapes his lips as he takes in the sight of the silver scaled she-dragon.

silverwing churrs at you, nudging your chest before sniffing a puff of air at Aemond his hair mussing making him giggle, he hesitantly reaches a hand out to touch her, running a hand over her scales.

You smile as you watch the exchange before putting a hand on his back “go get vhagar and ill meet you at the big rock near the dock” you tell him, climbing onto silver wings back, the saddle cold from the air of the dragon pit making you shiver slightly.

His eyes widen in excitement, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips “Alright!” He quickly runs off, heading to the dragon pit to get Vhagar.

“Sovēs!” You command, leaning forward in saddle feeling silverwings, wings start to beat and flap before the familiar rush of air that sends your hair flying back as she dives out of the hole of the cavern, you let her wings dip in the salty sea, making a wash of water coat her wings, she churrs in delight. The cool of the sea contrasting the constant blistering warmth of the dragon pit.

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when he flys out, silverwing is perched on the rocks near the dock, you on her back. Vhagar soon appears from the cavern, circling above you and perching on the rock just opposite you. Aemond grins from ear to ear as he dismounts, looking up at you on Silverwing.

You smile at him before shouting down “last one to the beach is a rotten dragon egg” you grin playfully, readying silverwing as he mounts vhagar

He chuckles, looking up at you as he secures himself on Vhagar’s back “Oh, you’re on!” He yells back before preparing Vhagar for take off.

Silverwing takes off in one smooth movement her wings graceful as she glided quickly through the air like an arrow, Vhagar follows suit, albeit with less elegance and grace. Aemond does his best to stay on her as they take off, looking over to you and Silverwing, who are further ahead.

You lean forward on silverwing “Sōvegon adhirikydho Silverwing!” he faintly hears you command and Silverwing beats her wings quicker straighting her head and tail to be more aerodynamic, Aemond’s eyes widen in surprise as Silverwing picks up her pace, gaining more and more distance away from him and Vhagar, “Māzigon va vhagar, ao kostagon’t ivestragī zȳhon pyghagon ao” he shouts, vhagar groans in response.

the beach is paces away as you remain in the lead, silverwing younger and more lean, Aemond lets out a frustrated sigh, gripping Vhagar's saddle tighter as she flaps her wings furiously yet fails to keep up with Silverwing's speed.

“Ninkiōt” you command her and she dives down onto the bank of the beach, Vhagar struggles to keep up, eventually losing sight of you and Silverwing “Ñuhyz jaehossa” Aemond growls under his breath, eventually spotting Silverwing on the beach and guiding Vhagar to land.

You sit dismounted on a rock waiting for him, Aemond slides down off of Vhagar, clearly frustrated with coming in second place. He walks over to you, his arms crossed “Looks like I lost, eh?”.

You smile softly at him patting the space next to you, He lets out a dramatic sigh, pretending to be annoyed with you as he sits down next to you on the rock, a hint of a pout on his lips though his expression soon softens as he looks at you.

“I didn’t do that to humiliate you, you know?, if you think about it, Silverwing and Vhagar are almost alike to you and Aegon” you hum, tilting your head at him. Aemond sighs, his expression growing more somber as you mention Aegon. He looks down at his hands, fiddling with his fingers “I know. Aegon’s always been... better than me in everything. Faster, stronger, smarter. He’s always one step ahead, no matter what I do...” He looks back up at you, a touch of hurt in his eye.

“That’s not what I meant” you smile, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear “i meant that, Aegon might be bigger and Stronger, mother sees him as the heir and that means he can just cuff you about however he likes asking as it’s away from the public eye. But your smaller and that means you can see what he can’t, being small gives you an advantage, in battle or in races”

Aemond listens intently, his expression shifting from sadness to contemplation as you talk. He looks down at his hands again, but this time in thought, a glimmer of understanding in his eye. He looks back up at you, a hint of a smile on his lips. “I never thought about it that way...” He pauses, taking a moment to absorb your words.

“You really believe I have an advantage being smaller?”

“Of course, I’m taller than you but I’m smaller than Aegon..He..picks on me aswell, did you know that?” You ask softly. Aemond’s eyes widen slightly in surprise, his surprise quickly turning into anger as you mention Aegon picking on you “He does? I had no idea.” His jaw clenches, a sense of protectiveness for you flooding through him.

“He says I’m weird, that I should drown myself in the books instead of reading them, that more domestic duties would befit my station rather than dazing around in the library” you mention, almost giggling at the absurdity of your older brothers words.

Aemond's expression darkens further, his hands clenching into fists at the insults Aegon has given you. He knows how much you love reading, and the thought of someone insulting you for it and telling you to drown yourself makes his anger towards Aegon grow “You’re not weird, he’s an idiot for saying that”

You chuckle “mhm, but you don’t see me that way do you?” Aemond looks at you, his anger towards Aegon fading for a moment as you ask him that question. He shakes his head, his expression softens

“Of course I don’t. I think you’re a lot of things, but weird is not one of them.” Your heart squeezes and you put your hand on his shoulder “That’s why we’re better, cause we’re a team Aegon has well, not to be crude but no friends, but you and me are best friends, right?”

Aemond nods in agreement, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His anger has faded completely now, replaced with fondess “You’re right. We don’t need him. We have each other.”

You smile bringing him into a side hug as you watch the waves crash over the sand.

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You often think back on that day fondly, you think of it as you gaze out windows, while you sit watching the small council argue.

You don’t exactly remember how it happened all you knew is that one day, your little brother left and Aemond returned. The little brother who once adored you and would fly with you on dragon back or sit and talk about what book he was reading for hours turned into Aemond who felt the need to ‘protect’ you but ended up stifling your autonomy one day or withdraw completely from the warmth he once displayed, treating you with an overly formal politeness to mask his inner turmoil the next.

Every once in a while, there would be a small moment when his cold facade drops and for up to an hour you get your little brother back, when he drops his barriers and his affections for you shine through, showing unexpected concern for your safety, albeit in a begrudging way.

It twists your gut and heart simultaneously to remember the young prince he once was.

Yet you yearn for someone who is right infront of you, wanting the brother who adored you instead of the prince regent.

#house of the dragon #hotd #house of the dragon x reader #hotd x reader #Aemond x reader #Aemond x big sister reader #little Aemond #house of the dragon Aemond #aemond targaryen

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sorcerousundries · 26 days ago

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House of the dragon masterlist

F - fluff

S - smut

A - angst

P - platonic

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Running just as fast as we can, holding on to one another’s hands

[dragon riding with jacaerys] (F)

Over the Dead Sea, keepin’ you company

[dragon-racing with young!Aemond/ Big sister Reader] (F, P, A)

I’m dreaming of all the possibilities

[a valyrian wedding with Aemond] (F,S]

My baby, Your my baby say it to me

[Corlys with a reader having a hard labour] (A, F)

#Noni’s masterlists #hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader

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sorcerousundries · 26 days ago

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Running just as fast as we can, Holding on to one another's hand.

Dragon-riding with Jacaerys

Inspired by I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffany

Warnings: reader is a princess of house Arryn, reader is betrothed to Jace, Tyland Lannister slander, reader wears a dress, Jace is taller than reader

Translations: Naejot Māzīs - come forward | Sōvēs - fly

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You felt eyes on you from the moment you stepped into the great hall, your mother and father walking dutifully by your side, your fingers gripping and fidgeting the silky sky blue of your dress.

Even during dinner you felt them as if they were trying to burning holes through your dress to look upon the skin underneath, you looked up during the dinner to try and catch the eyes of Jace with his dark curls and amber eyes but the view of him was blocked by Tyland Lannister, out of sheer politeness you had to disguise your disgusted sneer with a strained smile instead. You shivered as he looked away to gorge himself on the view of other unsuspecting noble ladies, you almost gagged at the image of his greasy hair and overly cocky expression.

Even after he had set his sights on a Tully lady you still felt the burning rays of eyes on you, everything felt tight and constricting. The embroidered falcons on your dress felt itchy, the hairstyle your handmaidens had pinned into your head was pulling at your scalp, your hands felt clammy.

You knew you had to leave the hall before you burst into tears, whispering to your mother, she nodded in understanding allowing you to go as you pushed your seat away from the table and darted through the side door leading onto the ramparts, you nearly smiled at thought of being away from the stuffy air of the great hall before your joy was cut short by the stench of sweat and must filled your nose, you couldn’t resist the scrunch of your nose.

“Where are you off to, if I may ask my lady?” He grins wryly, his breath worse than his body odour.

You force your mouth into a smile “I’m just in need of some fresh air, Ser Lannister” you grit through your teeth, he seems to not pick up on the strained nature of your words and extends his arm “well it would be l crude of me to allow a princess of the realm to freeze out on the ramparts, allow me to accompany you my lady” the pungent smell of his underarm sweat hits you in the face, forcing you to restrain your gag, “I’m afraid I have to decline, I am already betrothed, it would be inappropriate for me to take your arm”.

you hoped the prospect of you being betrothed would be enough for him to back away, men like him tended to only back away when another man was involved but you were wrong, he only let out a scoff “I’m sure your betrothed wouldn’t mind, after all he let a maiden as fair as yourself out into the cold of an autumns night alone”.

Your eye twitched at that before you could speak the familiar scent of salt and sea air with a touch of smoke surrounded you as you felt a firm shoulder bump yours and a hand snake around your waist “my apologies Ser Tyland but the lady has already asked me to accompany her” he speaks plainly, the politeness of his words covering the poison he spoke them with.

Tyland hummed “the apologies are all mine, I did not know that the princess was accompanied” liar, you thought gripping onto Jace’s sleeve, the silk material of his tunic grounding you.

He forces a smile, similar to how you did before escorting you around Tyland and through the doors, you take his hand in yours, thumb smoothing over the bumps of his knuckles.

“Are you alright” he asks, pulling you into him you walk, you smile “I’m better now, the thought of Tyland Lannister escorting me alone sends shivers down my spine” you reply, jittering at the end making him laugh.

“I meant at dinner, you looked like you were about to combust at any second” he says, his observant nature would never fail to stunt you, you open your mouth and shut it again, lost for words at being clocked immediately.

“I suppose it was getting a little..stuffy in there” you sigh, “I know the feeling, sometimes the only time I truly feel free is when I’m with you” he mumbles, his head leaning down to rest on yours before it shoots back up, “come with me” he says, interlacing his fingers with yours and darting off, you squeal at the sudden jerk of his arm pulling you, you struggle to keep up with him, his long legs eating up the ground as your shorter ones only take up half the space.

Your surroundings are blurs as they rush past, only when you finally stop and rest your hands on your knees do you realise where Jace has lead you. The dragon pit. You look at him with raised eyebrows as he walks a few steps and extends his hand to you, you take his hand and follow him down the cavern.

The pit is dark and almost gloomy a torch is lit every few paces but it doesn’t give much light in the cavern, you cling to jaces arm as you hear the growl and rumble of dragons.

He stops walking at an area of the pit and you stand behind him “Naejot Māzīs” he calls, you hear the rhythmic click of Vermax, you’ve seen the dragon from afar many times but never up close. You hear the shuffling of wings before he comes into the light, bigger than you remember. Heads taller than you now his green and red scales glinting in the light. He clicks affectionately at Jace.

“Will you fly with me?” He turns and asks you, his eyes seeking yours hopefully, you breathe in looking at the dragon, the idea of flying on a dragon was exciting to you but the anxieties still rushed through you..“yes” you agree. Jacaerys smiles, climbing onto Vermax’s saddle before extending his hand to you, you take it, climbing on and sitting behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist and leaning your head onto his warm back.

He grips the reins “Sōvēs”, Vermax churrs, flapping his wings a few times before shooting upwards into the air, you feel the wind rush past you and clutch onto Jace tightly holding onto him as you feel Vermax tilt downwards before levelling out, Jace taps your arm and you reluctantly open your eyes.

The night stars twinkle above you as you feel the light spray of sea water beneath you, soaking the hem of your dress, your arms loosen as you look around, the castle blazing with light and figures dancing around the windows, you swear you can briefly see Tyland getting slapped in the face by a noble lady and you giggle, feeling the air rush past your face and muss your hair.

You lean forward planting a kiss on jaces cheek, “thank you” you feel his face warm at this before the stretch of his lips makes his cheeks push out “anytime” your heart warms at the little comment.

you don’t mind being stuck at overly fancy dinners if this is the end result.

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys x reader #Jacaerys Velaryon x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd season 2

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