#Aemond Targaryen x Baratheon!OC

[alicent-apologist]

Hi my loves! A new chapter of Something's Coming has been published! I hope you guys like it 😊

[misguidedasgardian]

The Dragon's Mistress (15.2)

15.2. The End of the Beginning

MASTERLIST

Summary: Some things unravel, other issues find this ties

Warnings: cursing, mentions of war, mentions of death, humiliation, use of the word bastard and traitor, incest, death, mentions of blood, death of a monarch, might miss some warnings, you know what this it

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount:  2.8k

Notes: muahahaha this is it people! I didn’t even realize I was so close to the end until this! a final chapter! then a good epilogue. THIS WAS IT

“It was a dangerous move”, he warned

“But it worked”, said Corlys, “he is letting her go”

“You poisoned her”, he continued

“She was never in real danger, a little nose bleeding, a day of unconsciousness”, he said, “If I wanted to truly hurt her, I would have used some common poison, and not take months to find the proper one, to give her a good scare”, he murmured, looking into the flames, “I would never hurt her, or the baby within her”

“When are we leaving?”, he asked then

“First thing tomorrow”, he continued, “and you are coming with us”, Steffon smiled, relieved, “but then, I will return, after I make sure she is safely within out allies and friends, this isn’t over, this had only just begun”, Steffon smiled, knowingly, he then teached with his hands and the guard received the items he gave him, “you know what to do with these before we leave”, Seteffon nodded,  “oh, one more thing…”

“Yes?”

“Do we still have supporters in Harrenhal?”, he asked with a hint of a smile, almost knowing the answer

“The strongest of our allies reside in the Riverlands, they still hold big grudges against Aemond for burning their fields during the war”

“Perfect”, he said simply, “I´m afraid I’ll need them to burn one last thing before we are done”

Aemond was a complicated man

From the very beginning he tried to keep up to his word, since he was a young boy the thing that mattered to him the most was his honor, especially after witnessing his brother lose it so quickly in wine and whores.

He trained with the sword, he assisted to all his Valyrian lessons until he was fluent in the language of his ancient house, he took classes and read all volumes of history and philosophy in the greatest Library of the realm, the one in the Red Keep

He was a devoted son, and brother, and Prince, never arguing with his grandfather or mother, always doing what he was told

He rode the biggest dragon in the world

He was the perfect prince, a gentleman

Until, she was denied of him

When Queen Alicent had refused Princess Rhaenyra’s proposal of betrothed Helaena with Jacaerys, he thought…

Now is my turn

To take my sweet niece to wife, and put a solution to all the problems of the realm and within the family

He was the one to do it

He wanted to, his niece was the perfect Princess, well versed in history and poetry, rider of a fearsome dragon, and a beauty without comparison.

She was his retribution for everything, the price he had won with his efforts

But he was denied of that too, his brothers took his eye, humiliated him, and Rhaenyra took her from him

He could never forgive her

She, the perfect princess, was going to do what was told, and she was betrothed to Lord Cregan Stark 

No, you belonged with him

You were the only thing he has ever wanted, and the Kingdoms knew it when he burned the Riverlands and entire armies, only to get to you.

And he finally had you

But like they say…

... But some little birds cannot be caged, their souls begin to wither and suddenly they no longer want to sing ...

He wanted you, but you did not wanted him

He thought he could live with it, he had enough love for the both of you, he had enough desire, enough power, to keep you by his side.

But he didn’t

If you didn’t love him back, it didn’t matter what he did, he believed, you were his and that was enough

But it doesn’t work that way.

Now he had a lump in his throat as he saw the servants and guards put all your things in coffers

He had yielded

He was sending you away

He still didn’t understand why you didn’t love him back, as you tried to hide your happiness, but couldn’t

You were happy to leave him

This is what you wanted all along

So he found himself desperate again

He grabbed you in his arms, kissed all over your face, and whispered in your ear

“I will not stop until I find who did this to you”, he whispered, “when I do, I will bring you back to me”, you took too long to answer, concocting a lie in your pretty head, he could see the wheels turning 

“I hope so, my King”, you said faintly

“And when you return, there is only going to be you, no other, no other Queen”, he said, to see your reactions

“I will not wish for you to harm anyone”, you warned, oh, you, always so concerned

For when Floris expelled the babe from her belly… her days were numbered 

He was losing you, he didn’t like that.

He never realized he never had you in the first place

He would never admit it, but a tiny tear escaped his eye when he saw your ship sail away. Thankfully no one saw him, as a loud roar was heard front he skies and suddenly the entire harbor was overcome by a huge shadow, Aemond looked up to see your ever faithful dragon flying above your ship, following his rider home.

His face twisted in rage because he had commanded your dragon to be chained to the pit, clearly, the people he had sent had no luck containing the beast, apparently. 

Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor

A Dragon is not a slave 

Aemond turned around to see Floris, cradling her belly

He was weak a couple of times, and that was the result, he thought bitterly. They lends him a hand, he played it, he played it wrong

But he did not have any time to worry, to cry for your loss, to punch the walls in anger for what others in the dark where still making him do.

A week after your departure…

Aegon died

He exhaled his last breath in a heave of puss and blood, and that is how the man that what going to be known as “Aegon the Usurper” was gone from this earth, taken by the stranger. 

He detested his brother, that was no secret, but there was a day he didn’t.

Some years ago, Aegon was only his brother, his oldest brother, a bit drunk, and a whore, but he was only his brother, and that is when Aemond loved him, he had helped him usurp his sister, because he loved him, and his sister and his family, and he thought that was the way to keep everyone safe

Perhaps he had been wrong

But Aemond didn’t have the strength, nor the luxury of thinking about that, he didn’t dare.

It was what it was 

His mother, Alicent, cried silently as the silent sister worked on Aegon’s body, covered his sick and twisted body with gauze and so many oils and ointments to try and cover the stench, finally, they placed the crown of the conqueror over his covered body.

He had not been the King in a while now, so the ceremony was short, but dignified thanks to his mother, but as like Viserys before him, nobody really payed attention to the burial, but rather, his own coronation

He had been acting like prince regent for a while now, but no matter, the ceremony was great, held in the throne room, instead of the Dragon Pit like Aegon’s had been, other lords of all over the Kingdoms had not been invited, they were only notified of the death of Aegon, and the coronation of Aemond.

Aegon had died, now, he was King, and you were not by his side when Criston placed the crown over his head, he looked around the room, looking for you, expecting to see you there smiling shyly, but he couldn’t find you anywhere, he could finally crown you Queen of the Seven Kingdoms in all your right

But you were not there 

The day

The most important day of his life, and you were nowhere to be found. 

He wanted to cry

He wanted to throw himself into his bed and weep

Only Floris was there, standing by the last step of the Throne, looking up at him triumphantly 

He wanted to throw up

But he couldn’t show it, for everybody in that room, for all those lickspitters and flatterers, they had won, it was him. Aemond, the right choice, the right brother

The one that studied history and philosophy, the one that trained with the sword, the one that rode the largest dragon in the world

The one who had wed two Queens, that now were with his children in her bellies,  the one that worn the conqueror’s crown and held the conqueror’s sword

All the symbols of…

For fucks sake

His grandfather would have been proud

That is what everyone in that room saw, the perfect King

That is who everyone greeted at the banquet afterwards, to the King, the Baratheon Queen, and his mother, the loved Dowager Queen Mother, Alicent Hightower

The court seemed at peace 

But it seemed like the peace before the storm

As the feast was raging on, Corlys Velaryon entered the room with the remains of his family, nephews and far off cousins, but impressive nonetheless

He barely nodded to the new anointed monarch, and sat close beside him, at the side of Floris

“You must be pleased to know, your grace, that your Queen is safe, at the palace we discussed”, he said triumphantly, knowingly souring the mood of everyone at the table, “she send her bests, and wishes to be present in this joyous occasion, sadly that cannot be”

“I agree Lord Corlys, soon, it shall all be well again, and I can have my Queen back at my side”, Corlys smiled, and raised his cup at the King, which he answered back, at the scowl of the Queen, and the frown of Floris

Aemond smiled, more confidently now, he was King now

Now, he was settled in power, with two heirs on the way, he was settling on the charge, he had vanquished one of his most powerful enemies while on power, he had won the war

His chest filled with the sense of victory

One step closer 

One more, just one more

One enemy left to be slain, and it was going to be fine

All of it, was going to be worth it

He was King now

A real King, anointed by the faith, cherished by the people, supported by half of the great families and at least three of the seven Kingdoms

It could be better.

But it didn’t

Days went by and nothing did.

One day, a very respected member of his kingsguard entered his chambers, he looked nervous

“Your grace, following your instructions, I found something in Queen Floris’ chambers”, he said shakily, he knew how much was at stake, specially if he was wrong

Aemond only looked at him severely 

Corlys was sewing scorn, resentment and mistrust in court, and he was not going to stop, until they ripped each other apart

“Queen Floris poisoned our beloved Queen, but she couldn’t do it alone, the question is, why your master of whispers didn’t know it?”, he asked the King as he had called upon him for advice on what to do, “she couldn’t have done it alone, my king”

Reader’s POV

You didn't want to believe it, when Aemond told you he was going to send you away, you didn’t want to get your hopes up, you believed you were dreaming.

But it was real

Maids helped you put your things inside coffers, and a sudden happiness filled you 

it was true, you were going away

Dragonstone? probably, is the only place that made sense for you

You were begging

But any place could be better than this

You would even go to Casterly fucking rock, instead of this place

Ironic, it should be your home, where your mother was born, where you were born

But it became a prison

You didn't want to believe you were finally going to be free of it until you were walking towards the docks, escorted by the entire Kingsguard and Aemond walking by your side

He was angry

He had promised you that you were going to be the only Queen, soon, and you couldn’t wish for anything but the opposite

This worked

You placed your hand in your belly, he had what he wanted, you could only wish you were expecting a girl and Floris a boy, perhaps then he would leave you alone.

 Aemond followed you hand, placing them over yours, as you stopped by when you reached Corlys’ ship at the end of the harbor

“I will send for you soon”, he promised, as he kissed you, you leaned into him, making him believe you would come back

You wouldn’t 

ONce you were weak enough to fight this, but not anymore

You were not going to come back, not against your own will.

You grabbed the small hand of your little brother as you helped him aboard the ship

Corlys held you both once the boat left the harbor.

It was funny

From all your Velaryon siblings, you were the one that liked the sea the most, even if your real father was Daemon Targaryen

You found it calming, reassuring, soothing, but it was also something to be weary of, careful, scared of.

The endless sea

“Thank you grandfather”, you whispered, he kissed the top of your head

“I’m here now sweet girl”, he whispered back, “they will pay for everything they have done to us”

There was a time you cursed him, you believed he had betrayed you and your mother, but he didn’t, he needed to get inside, attack from within, he was the Sea Snake, one of the most dangerous men on the seven Kingdoms

And he was on your side 

“The sea agrees with you”, he whispered, as with the soft sway of the ship you felt more confident as when you were on mainland 

“I got it from you”, you said cheekily, and he smiled warmly

“You are my legacy, history remembers names, not blood”, you only smiled gently 

And those words made sense only when you arrived at Dragonstone, where there was two very familiar silvery heads waiting for you

“Baela? Rhaena?”, you called, your half sisters smiling back at you. You ran towards them, as much as you could since you were heavily pregnant

they held you tightly against them

Once the war had started to collect the lives of your grandmother and then your brothers, Corlys had taken them to Driftmark, where they were going to be safe, you never saw them again.

Your stepsisters, your baby brother, your grandfather.

You looked up at the high towers of the huge castle, just in time when your dragon arrived and flied above it and between.

Beautiful

Safe

Your baby kicked inside you and you smiled warmly, he knew he was home too

 “You don’t have to worry, little one”, Corlys whispered, “you are home now, I’ll protect you”

But as you approached the castle, you realized it was more… lively, that the last time you saw it, more people, ships on the harbor, banners from houses of the Crownlands, no, it couldn’t be, you recognized from afar the house sigil of the Celtigars 

“What is going on?”, you asked

“The Lords are greeting you back home, where you belong, you, your brother, and the princeling”, now Corlys had the winning hand, having all the royal bloodlines under his protection.

When you entered the hall, you were met with all the lords of the Crownlands, everyone bowed when they saw you, smiling brightly at you, you smiled shyly back, as they guided you towards the Dragonstone throne.

Encouraged by Corlys, you took a seat in the throne, something you didn’t even see your mother do.

You gazed at all the lords, who didn’t even look in your direction when you lived inside these walls, when you were the last child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and they could see how they disappointed you in your face, in the frown in your face.

Many of them started talking, amongst each other, and some towards you, many apologies, a lot of everything 

“We failed you once, our sweet Queen”, one man stood above all the others, “ we will not fail you again”, said Lord Celtigar, taking a knee to you, and all the other Lords followed

“To the Queen, and Prince Viserys!”, chanted one, and everyone echoed it

“For our late Queen Rhaenyra!”, chanted another and once again, your mother’s name was being called in the halls of Dragonstone

WELL, BRING ITTTT hahaha

It is going to be a long epilogue...

[sapphire-writes]

A Song of Flames & Fury ~ Masterlist

pairing: Aemond Targaryen & Baratheon!OC

summary: Elyse Baratheon is Princess Helaena’s childhood companion and closest friend. Jacaerys Velaryon has loved her since childhood. Aemond Targaryen loathes the idea of love. A Baratheon in the capital changes the Dance of Dragons, and the realm holds its breath.

rating: mature/explicit/18+

status: 20/20 (COMPLETE)

this can also be read on AO3

link to ao3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 🥵

Chapter 12

Chapter 13 🥵

Chapter 14 🥵

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

[samieree]

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Masterlist

[General Masterlist with list of boys I can write one-shots with here]

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin Also on fanfiction net: Samiere (just "Born in Flames")]

MASTERLIST Silver Princess || House of the Dragon (fanfiction)(Daemon Targaryen | Aemond Targaryen | Gwayne Hightower)

King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Aemma Arryn are expecting another child - possibly a new heir to the Iron Throne. After all, after the birth of two princesses, it must finally be time for a prince, right? On this occasion, a tournament is organized in King's Landing, which also attracts the king's brother - Daemon Targaryen to the capital. Unfortunately, the day of the tournament will set in motion a series of events that over the years will eventually lead to Dance of Dragons and something even worse, besides splitting House of the Dragon into three camps…

2. MASTERLIST Dawn of the North || Robb Stark (fanfiction)(Robb Stark x OC)

King Robert Baratheon wanted to get rid of every Targaryen. Apart from Daenerys and Viserys, he hadn’t dealt with the two remaining hidden in the shadows of the Crown. Amalthea has been living from day to day for three years, traveling with her companion throughout the lands of Westeros. Shortly after Joffrey Baratheon takes power, war breaks out, declared because of locking Ned Stark in the dungeons of the Red Keep and accusing him of treason. Amalthea finds herself in the middle of this conflict only because her heart beat faster for a handsome young man two years ago.

3. MASTERLIST Born in Flames || Game of Thrones (fanfiction)(OC x ?😏)

The young former Princess Visenya, and now Maegelle Targaryen, after the death of King Robert I Baratheon can finally come to King's Landing without fear of death at the hands of Robert, who has vowed to kill any Targaryen he can. Exactly, "any Targaryen he can"… He hasn't been able to touch Maegelle since Tywin Lannister took her to Casterly Rock and she was under his care for the next seventeen years, raised to be against her real family. Even her changed name is to make her realize who she should be. But will she listen to it? After all, she had spent her entire life with the murderers of her family…

[mortalfaerie]

𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒏

"ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ-ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴏʀʏꜱ ʙᴀʀᴀᴛʜᴇᴏɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴇɢᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴀʀᴍʏ ʙʏ ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴡᴇꜱᴛᴇʀᴏꜱ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ. ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ."

dominique davenport as cassandra baratheon

[aeksion-aekse]

WHISPERS OF THE DRAGON & THE FAWN

Chapter 4: Misery Business & Mental Anguish

tag list 🏷️: @eiralune @noeverse @mini-kunoichi @rozendiors @flippydippydoo @thought--bubble

word count: 3078 words

WARNING: canon events (Vaemond’s death) , depictions of mental breakdown/emotional meltdown, one sided pining from Aegon, stalking??

Brinaera’s POV

What in the Seven Hells did I just witness…? Not only had Vaemond publicly humiliate Rhaenyra in front of every being in the Throne Room by calling her a whore, but calling the legitimacy of her sons into question, calling them bastards. Even if it were true, it is not something that should be handled in public, especially not in such an unscrupulous manner. But the most shocking part of it all was Daemon….he took his sword and beheaded Vaemond. He did it like it was nothing, as if it were normal to him. I was still so shaken up about it all, but why did part of me feel relieved? Why did I feel grateful for the Rogue Prince himself silencing that blood purist permanently?

 I tried to grapple with my own thoughts as I sat in the confinements of my own private bedchambers, the hazy clouds from Blackwater Bay rolling in. I felt as if I was suffocating from the weight of different feelings and thoughts swirling through my mind like a cacophony, unable to decipher just what it was I was feeling. I sat in front of my vanity, staring at myself in the reflection of the mirror until the person looking back at me felt like a mere anomaly. Everything on me looked skewed, like it looked wrong and out of place. My long and lustrous locks of dark brown hair seemed dull and drab, my large and shining hazel eyes looked dead and hollow, my slightly tanned skin as soft as silk looked dry and cracked. I looked as if the very essence of my life was being sucked from me, becoming a shell of the lady I was.

It wasn’t the act of Daemon beheading Vaemond that left an impact upon me, but rather Vaemond’s words that had a grip on me. The way he spoke so ill of bastards, as if they were a mere stain upon society, it would be of no surprise if he thought of them to be a pestilence upon nobles. He seemed to utter the word with a spite that could only be described as being laced with venom. Did he truly think that all bastards were unworthy of even living….? Did he not know that I was a bastard as well, a bastard of Lord Borros Baratheon? He must have, I could see the glances towards my direction each time he spoke of bastards with such conviction, his glare like daggers.

I stared at myself in the mirror, silently cursing at the reflection staring back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought that the reflection was grinning back at me, almost in a cruel and taunting manner. I couldn’t keep the thoughts running through my mind silent and that damned hazy reflection in the mirror was taunting me. It’s as if she was laughing at me, I could hear it echo in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to shut her out, it echoed over and over. I just let out a loud scream, unable to take it any longer.

“SEVEN HELLS, SHUT UP!!!”

I grabbed my hairbrush and threw it at the mirror, hearing the glass shatter and fall onto the ground in many pieces. I was heaving and panting, trying to catch my breath as I grappled with my sanity. I felt as if I was going mad. Had I truly lost it? I felt my shaky and panted exhales turn into laughter, unable to stop. I had finally cracked, I couldn’t hold it in any longer as I started to sob while laughing, hot tears rolling down my face as I stumbled around my bedchambers.

I just stumbled and walked around my confinements, blindly grabbing and throwing things across the room, screaming and yelling, shouting obscenities and language no lady should ever use. 

Things were broken, tossed, everything a mess…it was as if an unruly storm from my rightful home of Storm’s End had blown through, the room an absolute travesty and in complete disarray. I tried to catch my breath, still sobbing and running my fingers through my now unruly hair, looking around at the damage I had caused. I walked towards where my vanity was, grabbing a shard of glass from what was once the mirror and stared at the reflection in it.

Broken, scattered, a fraction of what it once was…how poetic. I was not who I was supposed to be. I was a bastard child of a Lord who would never recognize or legitimize me. I had been stripped of my birthright and all because my father couldn’t stay loyal to his Lady Wife. I bear the punishment and the weight of his sin. No matter how hard I try to run from it or change it, it’s the truth and I had to accept that. It would be easier.

Easier.

Another word that was used as justification for complacency and cowardice. I held the shard of glass in my hand, tightening my grip as I felt the jagged edges cut into my skin, making a silent vow to myself. I would not let myself fall victim to the preconceived notions that a bastard should follow. I would forge my own path and would make myself the future Lady of Storm’s End, as I was the rightful heir to that title. It was my rightful home, my land, my claim…and I was going to take it by any means necessary. If they wanted to play the game, I would play ten levels above them all. I let out a small chuckle as I grin small to myself, staring out to my balcony as I saw a storm roll in from Blackwater Bay, feeling a newfound hope and energy flow through me, speaking to myself.

“Game on, Lord Borros. I look forward to the next time we meet…father dear.”

I let out a sigh as I ran my fingers through my hair, looking around my bedchambers and shaking my head, walking towards the door and seeing my handmaiden Ursa in front of it. I smile small at her and speak in a rather soft tone of voice.

“Ursa, if you could gather other handmaidens to clean up and tidy my bedchambers, please. Oh, and please have the mirror for the vanity replaced, there was a bit of an….incident.”

Ursa just stared at me, confused yet concerned, sputtering and stumbling over her words as she watched me leave my bedchambers and walk through the halls of the Keep.

“Y-yes, Lady Brinaera, but may I inquire where you are going?”

I let out a small hum as I grin small to myself, continually walking down the halls and heading out of the Keep.

“I am taking a little personal time for myself, Ursa, I will be back soon. No need to fret over me.”

As I walk from the confinements of the Red Keep, I immediately head down this little path that led to Blackwater Bay, seeing the quickly approaching storm heading towards us. The wind was blowing fiercely and the smell of the water from the Bay blended into the air, a thin and uncommon fog covering the shores. I closed my eyes momentarily to take it all in, letting it envelop my senses before slowly opening them up again.

I slowly took off my shoes and slipped off my dress, leaving me in the sheer fabrics of my smallclothes. I took small steps towards the water, step by step as it consumed me, the storm approaching ever faster. I had never felt so connected with the world, so unified and so….myself. I looked up to the sky, the fog reaching the waters evermore and the dark, overcast clouds filled with rain threatening to spill. This was where I felt at peace…tranquility within the storm. 

I let out a sigh of contentment and feel the strident winds blow, sending a chill down my spine. It was cold and biting, yet oddly comforting, I managed to have found peace amongst the storm. It was as if something had awoken inside of me, like something had snapped into place. To have been a raging storm this entire time, fleeting yet lingering at the same time…to walk amongst dragons, it was a sight, an experience. 

As I slowly waded through the waves and water of Blackwater Bay amongst the fog and biting winds, I slowly started to hum before vocalizing, letting out small chuckles in between. The dark and heavy clouds above in the sky started to burst open, rain falling and landing into the water, as if it were cleansing me from above. I run my hands over my soaked hair, pushing it out of my face as I feel all of my “sins” be absolved: the sin of birth, of bastardy, all bestowed upon me from my dear father Borros.

No longer will I be meek and passive, as I have shed an old skin and birthed a new version of myself, one that will not allow such abhorrent treatment from anyone. They do say that the blood of the coven is thicker than the water of the womb, and I have found my coven with House Targaryen, storms and dragons ride side by side in the skies above. Seven above, may anyone who stand in my way pray for mercy, because I will show them none.

Third Person POV

Whilst Brinaera was enjoying her newfound self discovery in the waters of Blackwater Bay, a familiar gaze was watching her from the balcony of their bedchambers. The gaze was one of intrigue, of silent awe…of longing. The gaze of wanting something one knows they can never have, yet still clings onto that sliver of hope that maybe there’s a chance of them being together. A small possibility that they could even share a bed, even for just one night, bare bodied underneath the covers in the embrace of each other. The gaze belonged to the eldest son of Viserys and Alicent, a slightly bitter taste forming in his mouth as he continued to stalk the Baratheon girl from afar, swirling around the wine in his goblet. He was feeling a multitude of feelings, not knowing how to go about it or where to begin, his mind a jumbled mess. 

Aegon couldn’t bear it, he felt as if his very existence was being torn apart, his heart and soul set ablaze by the girl he grew alongside. As much as it pained him, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from her, she was too intoxicating, too ethereal, too perfect. He was gripping his goblet of wine like his life depending on it, his knuckles turning white as his breathing started to become erratic and uneven, turning away from the object of his longing and affection. He paced his bedchambers back and forth, finishing the wine as he threw the goblet across the room, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. He had to do something, and quickly.

Brinaera’s POV

Once I had finally finished my little moment of peace in Blackwater Bay through the stormy weather, I had dried off and put my dress back on, smoothing out the fabric as I made my way back towards the Red Keep. I was as quiet and discreet as I could be, making sure that no one would see or hear me, much less question where I was. Once I made my way through the halls of the Keep, I immediately spotted Ursa in front of my bedchambers, staring at me like a deer frozen in place.

“Lady Brinaera, you’re soaked to the bone and you’re absolutely freezing! You’ll catch a cold, if not worse! Let’s get you out of that dress and into a nice hot bath, come!”

I let out a small, amused chuckle as I followed Ursa into my bedchambers, the door closing behind us both. I let out a small hum as I started to slip off the dress I had been wearing, now soaked from my body being in the waters of the Bay. Once the hot bath was drawn up, I let out a small sigh as I slipped myself in slowly, feeling quite content with the feeling of the scalding water meet my soft skin.

“Hm….Ursa, do you think I am….weak?”

“Of course not, my Lady.”

“I want you to be completely honest with me, Ursa.”

Ursa just let out a sigh as she started to detangle my hair in the water of the bath. 

“I do not think you are weak, Brinaera. Quite the opposite. You have a heart of gold and a gentle nature, but that is not to be taken advantage of. I only hope for you to be the best you can be.”

I pondered Ursa’s words for a moment in silence, sitting in the bath as the storm raged over King’s Landing with howling winds and torrential downpour. I then smile small to myself before finally speaking once more.

“Do not fret Ursa, I can assure you that I will be the best version possible of myself .... the silent storms are always the most feared. As they should be.”

Ursa had paused, slowly stopping the movements of her fingers weaving through the locks of her hair. I could sense the confusion and anxious feeling radiating off of her before she even spoke.

“My Lady, I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.”

I let out another hum before chuckling, a small sigh escaping past my lips.

“No, no I’m afraid you don’t, dear Ursa. But I do trust in you enough to confide in you. Alicent is a bit of a …. standoffish woman, Viserys would be worried I’d accidentally start a war, Aegon is constantly drinking and fucking whores, Helaena is too pure to confide in and Aemond….”

I pause for a moment as I smile small to myself, a fond little expression washing over my features.

“Aemond may be my dearest friend, but he hasn’t been the same since the night he lost his eye. It has been nine years since then and a part of me still mourns the friend I had lost. I hold many things inside due to fear of them spilling over. He is a wonderful swordsman, a highly intelligent Prince Regent, the rider of the largest dragon in the world. He amazes me and never ceases to do so.”

Ursa just stood as she slowly continued to weave her fingers through the long, soaked locks of my hair whilst I rambled, remaining in the bath water.

“It seems you care a great deal for Prince Aemond, my Lady. He is fortunate to have a friend as loyal as you.”

“Your words flatter me, dear Ursa. But it is I who is the lucky one. He is …. he is the only who could understand me the most. I had often wondered at times, what must go through his mind.”

“The Prince is an elusive man, one of very few words, my Lady.”

“Yes … yes, I am aware of this, Ursa. But my curiosity cannot help but be piqued. Even after all these years, having grown alongside him, he may be my dearest friend yet …. I don't even know him. Do you think he is as fascinated by me as I am by him, Ursa?”

Ursa didn’t respond, she just stood there in silence as she thoroughly detangled and washed my hair. I let out a small hum as my thoughts ponder, my gaze staring out the balcony of my bedchambers and locking onto the raging storm outside, reeking havoc across King’s Landing. A rare storm, something that usually never occurred here. Perhaps it was a sign specially just for me from the Seven above.

I let out another sigh before standing up and slowly getting out of the bath, stepping out as an exhale escapes through my nose. Ursa grabbed a large and thick piece of cloth, draping it around me to dry off as she grabbed another piece of fabric, proceeding to dry my hair for me. I sat there in silence once more for moments before finally speaking again.

“Once you finish drying me off, leave me a clean sleep gown and light the fire in here, you may then retire for the night, dear Ursa.”

“My Lady?”

“Thank you, for everything you do. I do not know if you hear it as often as you should, but I truly do mean them. And thank you … for always listening to me.”

Ursa just nodded her head curtly as she finished drying my hair, going to grab a fresh and clean sleep gown for me. She then grabbed the cloth pieces from me as I was all dry, handing me the sleep gown and watching as I put it on. She walked towards the fireplace and tossed the cloth pieces into the fire, a warm flame set ablaze, a stark contrast to the harsh and cold storm raging outside. She then turned to me as she opened the door to leave my bedchambers, speaking once more before she left and closed the door behind her.

“Goodnight, my Lady. Sleep well and dream sweetly.”

I let out a long and exhausted sigh, getting under the covers and furs of my bed, the canopy draping over me. The storm raging like a ferocious creature, the fireplace crackling, the dim glow of the flames illuminating my bedchambers. I was left alone in the confinement of my own room, left to let my mind wander aimlessly, my sanity at the mercy of my own thoughts. I could feel my eyes grow heavy with sleep and exhaustion and the more I tried to fight it off, the more tired I became with each passing moment. 

Finally, as a few moments passed, I felt myself give in to the strong vice of slumber, my eyes fluttering close and my breathing becoming slow and steady. Soft snores emitted from me as my hair was spread across my pillows, my lips parted slightly and chest slowly rising and falling as the faint sounds of fire crackled and the outside storm raged on outside, the sky becoming drearier and grew ever darker.

The Storm Princess had finally found a sliver of peace.

[dc-marvel-girl96]

I tried to find a story where Aemond has to go to storm’s end and sees his childhood friend there and doesn’t kiss her when it’s her turn. Snubbing her and causing everyone to talk making her upset and run out.

She was with him when he lost his eye and her dad demanded her return since they could not keep their own family safe. He finds her upset and tries to figure it out before realizing he cause it. Please help!

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Fury storm alternative version

FANFICTION: Au concept you are Lord Baratheons daughter, Maris and your peaceful day gets interupted by a awful dragon with an even more awful rider.

Aemond x reader

Furys storm (the first Aemond fanfic I made!🥺❤❤)

()(

Dark warnings and non con warning apply.

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You are enjoying a nice breakfast with your family. You, your mother your sisters and your father. 'My darling girls,' your father finally speaks. 'It would appear that dark times are soon ahead of us. King Viserys the Peaceful has died a few days ago, and now it's time for a new monarch.' You sip your tea, letting your thoughts wonder everywhere else but Westeros and its damned politicing.

'Yes, a first in history. A Queen. She will do amazing.' Cassandra says with a smile when she picks out the best apple out of the basket to devour. You groan as you are presented the left overs.

A loud roar can be heard outside and for a moment the whole castle shakes at its core. Your mother looks at the courtyard. 'What in the seven hells was that?' Your father roars, getting up from his seat at the table. He storms off and leaves you and your sisters be.

Your mother gives each and every one of you a kiss and hurries off after him. Ellyn plays with her long hair. 'I have a bad feeling about this.' You roll your eyes. Its always something with her.

Floris is away in dreamland probably daydreaming about her handsome bastard guard that she started dating secretly.

Your mother comes rushing back in not too long after. She is out of breath from running. 'Girls! Finest dresses. Now.' She then rushes back to your fathers side. You can instantly tell when something is wrong and this is very wrong.

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There is a man downstairs. He talks with your father and they seem to hit it off. When he notices the four of you entering his only good eye briefly switches between you, taking you all in.

'Girls! We have a very important visitor. An emboy from the king!' You see Cassandra freeze next to you and quickly squeeze her hand. 'Cass,' you softly whisper at her. You know what she is thinking. If the Queen of the seven kingdoms cant even become queen of her own kingdoms, why would she ever become Lady of Storms end?

You are not sure what the silver haired one eyed prince wants but that it's a plot to overthrow his elder half sister is very clear to you. He finds it very curious and definitely noticed cassandras reaction. Wonderful. 'He is here for father. We are just fun accessories.' You softly whisper trying to comfort her.

Your sis cracks a joke like she always does when she is upset. 'Why, I was planning on riding today.' Your eldest sister whines like a little girl. You hide your smirk.

'Pray tell me; is this a horse or a boy that should prepare itself?' You whisper soft and grin.

Cassandra has trouble containing her laugh.

Your mother shoots you a glare. 'Maris, don't be rude and greet our guest. Prince Aemond came from far to see us. We dont get visitors like this everyday.' You force yourself to walk over to Aemond and make a curtsy. He barely looks at you.

Ellyn speaks. Very out of character for her doing. 'What brings you to Storm's end, my Prince?' Always the diplomat. Or just the curious one.

'There is a war coming. We personally wanted to see if Storm's end is choosing the right side.' The right side. His side. He thinks he will win. He is dragging you and your sisters and your house everything you hold dear into a civil war because his sister wasnt born with a cock.

'What side is that?' Cassandra asks to clarify but she is not stupid. You can tell by ber angry eyes that she figured it out too.

Aemond grins. 'My brothers side. Against the whore Rhaenyra Targaryen.' He really did just call the rightful queen a whore. This is serious.

Ellyn pouts. 'We sworn an oath-'

He cuts of her off right away getting in her face. 'Your grandfather did. You didnt swear anything.'

You hold back Cassandra subtly holding her hand. She looks like she can kill him any moment. 'They're quite spirited. Except that quiet girl.' The prince tells your father. He sounds disapproving.

Floris looks up, finally freeing herself from the love spell Eyden storm put on her. The guard himself stands unnoticeable in the middle next to the doors by your side.

Floris come closer. She is the smallest of you all and next to Aemond that is even more clear. 'Forgive me, I was just noticing your dragon, my prince. Does she maybe like a snack?'

His good eye blinks. 'That is very kind to offer, but I'm afraid Vhagar does not like regular snacks. She likes to eat cow. Whole cows. I can't ask that.' a whole cow? For that beast?

'Of course you can. Bring the prince's dragon a cow. She must be starving after flying here.' Floris orders some servants around who run off fetching her a cow.

You roll your eyes. She already has Eyden. When will it be enough? 'I do have one request. I can't engage myself with someone I dont know. I am responsible for many things as prince...'

'Speak plainly.' You have a bad feeling.

Aemonds good eye hungry looks at the four of you. 'I'd like to try them out a bit. I will need to judge whoever will make the best wife but how can I do that when I haven't seen them do the most important job: granting me heirs.' Wife? That is news. You and your sisters eye each other uneasily.

'You want to lay with all my daughters?' Your father roars out. He will do much for a crown but not this.

Ellyn growls at aemond. 'Did that dragon perhaps hit you?'

He smiles creepily and Ellyn backs off crying. 'Careful or I'll fuck you first.' He grins darkly.

'Not to lay, perse. I want to at least taste them. Properly. A kiss will be more suited, I suppose. It will save us all some awkwardness at the wedding.' He came here for a wife.

'Unless you like me to roast your pretty daughters or feed them to my dragon. That can be arranged as well.' Aemond speaks very coldly and you realise it was a mistake to assume you would be allies. He is not looking for wives or allies. He is looking at conquests like his ancestors did.

[lya-dustin]

I am stuck on something on Cupid Kills with Arrows (the queen charlotte! Au)and my new wip, Shock and Delight (aka the Bridgerton!au)

[alicent-apologist]

Hi, my loves!

The first two chapters of the rewritten version of Something's Coming have been posted. The prologue is more or less the same but the second chapter is completely new.

Please let me know what you think 😊

[darkestspring]

Eloise x yandere!aemond with the chariot, the hermit, the emperor and strength. Sorry if that's too many but I miss eloise.

prompts || tarot asks open!

The Chariot - What freedoms would this yandere allow, and take away? 

it's a bit when it comes to aemond and eloise. aemond wants to keep eloise's sweetness to himself but he's also aware that he can't do that all the time, he allows her to roam the gardens and spend time with his mother and sister, as long as he knows where she is or if he's with her. he won't risk his wife, nor will he risk someone attempting to take his wife for themself. aemond is both overpossessive and paranoid.

aemond doesn't have a habit of taking things away from eloise, he likes giving things to her. he likes it when eloise wears the things he gives her, he loves her happiness when she sees the gifts but sometimes, aemond can't stand that she's happy in the presence of other when he's not around so he locks her away with no one but himself for company.

The Hermit - Is this yandere more relaxed, or capable of being more relaxed? 

it's somewhere in between for aemond. he's very intimidating to others but eloise has been isolated her entire life by her father, not allowed to see anyone but her family and the servants that worked in her home until aemond came along and decided to make her his wife, so his intensity doesn't surprise or concern her. the necklaces of bones don't bother her. they're gifts of love in her eyes. precious gifts from her husband, she doesn't understand the whole truth of the situation she's in. all she sees it as is that her husband is loveing and kind to her, not that his glares burn through others, not that he's gotten rid of pests that bother her.

but when it's just the two of them, when aemond presses his face into her lap and asks eloise to run her hand through his hair like she always did, that was the most relaxed he would ever be, when it was just him and his wife.

The Emperor - How much of their darling’s life does this yandere dictate/want to dictate? 

it's not so much as eloise's life that aemond wants to dictate, it's everything else. aemond doesn't want to change eloise but it's her genuine innocent and sweetness that makes his heart race. why else would he spare the strong bastard of harrenhal but to give his beloved someone who could care for her and protect her while he was away. aemond wants eloise to remain the same but he wants everyone else to go away.

aemond wants to remain with eloise, he wants it to be just them (and whatever children they might have)

he won't hesitate to dictate who sees eloise, even if he does not want to change who she is. he wants to monopolize her time even if he knows that he can't because of how busy he is all the time. he'll insist that she wears the gifts he brings back for her all the time, even when people pale upon seeing sweet princess eloise wearing a necklace of bones.

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling? 

to the general public, aemond is a very good husband to his wife. always holding her hand or keeping her close. whenever eloise wants something, he always goes off to get it for her, leaving her temporarily in the company of his mother or sister.

but there are times, rare times, where alicent or helaena or aegon or even ser criston will catch aemond pinning eloise against the wall in a secluded hallway as he kisses down her neck and whispers her praises. to those who know aemond, he's very passionate towards eloise, always by her side with such intensity and warding off others.

[misguidedasgardian]

The Dragon's Mistress (10)

10. Mistress

MASTERLIST

Summary: Every actions has its reasons, and its consequences 

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader, Aemond Targaryen x Floris Baratheon

Warnings: cursing, mentions of war, mentions of death, humiliation, use of the word bastard and traitor, incest, technically cheating, groping, nakedness, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount:  2.5 k

Notes: Yes, I did feel pressured to post this sooner, that is why is shorter… :( and no, I did not like what I’ve been feeling the last hours…

Lord Borros Baratheon had his niece

That is what occupied Aemond’s mind as he saw you abandoning the throne room with tears in your eyes and whimpers in your mouth

That uncultured swine had his niece Jahaera

He “rescued her” when Rhaenyra had taken the capital and Alicent send her and Maelor away to Old Town, the children never got to the city, but they were stopped along the way, and eventually some baratheon soldiers rescue them from a mob, Maelor didn’t make it, but Jahaera did. And Borros he let it clear that he was not going to return her to her family in King’s Landing if he didn’t marry his daughter

He told himself that it didn’t matter if he did, with you, he already had you, tainted you, fucked you, put his seed on you, you were probably with his child in your belly, but he, as king, could legitimize all the children you were going to have, and Floris? he could bed her and gave her moon tea in the morning after without her even releasing it

You were going to be the mother of the future King of the seven Kingdoms, he had no doubt in his mind about it, and once he had his darling niece in his arms again, he was going to kill Borros and his entire line for even daring to threaten them.

He couldn’t chase after you right now, this was his first appearance as clear future King of the Seven Kingdoms, so he couldn’t just run like a fifteen year old behind his love. 

So he sucked it up, grabbed the bony hand of Floris Baratheon, and presented her to the entire court in the middle of applause and cheers. 

She was not an ugly woman, she had her charm, she was the youngest of Borros’ daughters, the same age as him, she had beautiful dark brown locks, and hazelnut colored eyes shaped like almonds. She was the one he had chosen that night three years ago in Storm’s End, the one he never got to marry, well, not until today.

His body was burning with the need to search for you, but sadly he couldn’t, not yet, and he also wante to smack the smile out of Borros’ face

His mother also seemed sickenly pleased, she had come to him the night before, asking him to leave you and marry Floris, when he didn’t budge she had to confess Borros had Jahaera. That is when he knew he had no choice, but he made his mother budge too, she was not going to betroth you to anybody else, she was not going to send you away.

She was going to him to keep you as his mistress. 

Lord Borros was not happy about it, and he made it clear that he was not going to return Jahaera until after the wedding and bedding ceremony, Aemond was fuming, but he had to comply, that little girl is the only family he had left, the last reminding of his gentle sister, and his last full-blooded niece.

This was the most important day in his life, and the only thing he wanted to do was to run to your room and held you in his arms, tell you everything was going to be alright, tell you he didn’t meant to break his promise, that he meant it every time he said that you were going to be his Queen

But he was tied by the hands

He had to get his little niece back

When the ceremony was over, he bowed but only to his betrothed, kissing her hand and making her blush, he nodded to his mother and to Borros, and then he abandoned the hall under his mother’s worried gaze

He finally went to find you.

it broke his heart to find you cuddled in your bed, crying 

As soon as you heard him come in you raised from the bed, wiping your tears

“My King”, you greeted and under other circumstances, his heart would have roared with happiness, but know he only felt bitter. You sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him, you thought you saw sorrow in his eyes, but you were probably just imagining things

“My love”

“Please, I have to ask you do not call me that”, you hated yourself for how weak your voice sounded

“That is what you are”, he said, but you only shook your head

“I’m not”, you said, he sat by your side on the bed, leaning over you, trying to comfort you

“My love will always belong to you”, he whispered in your ear as he caressed your hair, “I have to marry her for political purposes, nothing else”

“You humiliate me”, you whimpered, tears running down your cheeks

“I know this is not what I promised”, he said, “but there is an important reason, you have to believe me”, you only looked down to the floor, “but we will be together”, you then looked at him wide eyed, fresh tears forming in your eyes, “being a King’s Mistress is a post of great importance”, he muttered, “and I will legitimize all the children that we will have”

“You told me you were going to marry me”, you whined, “I gave you my body… I let you do whatever you pleased with me” 

“You will be respected, and cared for, you will be treated like a princess again”, he continued his bargain, and you only whimpered, placing your hand over your heart, because it hurt

“Please don’t do this to me”, you pleaded

“Nothing will change, you will be respected, your son will be King one day”

“No he won’t”, you whined, “he will only be a bastard”

“No”, he said, you wiped your tears, angry with yourself for being so bloody weak

“What if I don’t want to?”, to your question his face hardened, and it made you tremble, “you won’t marry me, but you won’t let me marry anyone else, can I please go back to Dragonstone?”, you asked with hope in your teary eyes, but you could tell he was keeping himself in check not to burst in anger

“Everyone knows that I fuck you”, he said in a manner so mean, you whined, “you are going to be my mistress and embrace it, or you are going to be only my whore”, he spitted out, “you have one day to come around”, he said, he stood up from the bed and abandoned the room, and you along the way

What was more pathetic than to cry because a man that abused you and killed your family wouldn’t marry you?

You couldn’t come out with an answer to that question

You had made up your mind that this was what you had to do to make everything worth it, but it was snatched from under your feet like a carpet and now you were landing flat on your face, again.

You whined, as you were hurting in your chest

“You are a Targaryen”, resounded the voice of your mother in your head, “That is all that matters”

“Dragons are fire made flesh, and Targaryens are dragons made men”, said Daemon

“You must be strong”, said Jacaerys

“I CAN’T!”, you screamed wanting all the voices inside your head to disappear, “I’m none of those things”, you whispered sadly 

Aemond was not angry, he was frustrated

He understand you would be disappointed that you were not going to marry him, but he never thought you would have want to leave back to Dragonstone

That is what frustrated him the most

He naively thought that you would want to stay here no matter what

“You will never have her heart”, Alys once said, and he growled when he head her voice as clearly as she was whispering in his ear

The new appointed small council had gathered and he was supposed to be there, once he got there, everybody as there already

Tyland Lannister

Borros

Even his mother even though she didn’t have a clear post in it, but being mother to the King and the Regent as well

“My King”, she greeted, pleased as she saw him enter the room

“We were discussing dates for the marriage ceremony”, said Borros, so pleased with himself that Aemon wanted to punch him in the face

“I think is insensitive… to marry while my brother the King is dying”

“Aemond, I’m aware, but…”

“Marriage, celebrations, are for the living boy”, said Borros, and Aemond’s jaw was was ticking

“In a fortnight”, Alicent offered, and Aemond nodded

“Being considerate of the current climate all over the seven Kingdoms, it is going to be a sober affair”, Aemond said, and he didn’t want to budge on that

“Of course my king”, said Borros

“Ravens will be send communicating everyone of the marriage, but only a few of the most important families will be invited”, said Alicent

“What about the girl?”, asked Borros, and Aemond looked at him 

“What girl?”, he threatened

“Rhaenyra’s last daughter”, he said, “is she your whore?”, Aemond looked at him, a silent warning in his eye

“She is not a whore”, he growled

“You bedded her, you are bedding her…”, the man continued, an the entire council got quiet, waiting for the answer of their King Regent

“But I’m marrying your daughter”, he said with a sharp voice

“You must understand that it is my daughter who will carry the heirs to the throne”, he said with a warning of his own on his lips, Aemond looked at him like he wanted to kill him, which he did

“And you must understand that I’m marrying her”, he said, “instead of the princess”, Borros looked into his eye, trying to intimidate him, but it didn’t work

“Very well”, he conceded 

He was not going to yield to anything else, he couldn’t, he owed it to you. The meeting went long, they started talking about things related to the realms, and that took him the rest of the day.

When it was finally done, the only thing he wanted to do was to see you. . 

He found you still in your room, more calmed than when he left you, when you hear him come in you stood up from your place in front of the hearth and bowed

“My king”, you greeted, with the voice of a little bird instead of a human

“My love”, you flinched when he called you that, but you couldn’t see his reaction as you still looked down to the floor, not daring to look at him in the eyes

“How was your day?”, you asked, adapted a demeanor similar to the one you had learned to have in Dragonstone, like the one of a personal servant, a handmaid. You didn't really gave a shit, but you had to be cordial

“I just had a very long meeting”, he thought it best to keep you away from the details of his marriage to Floris Baratheon 

“I am sorry”, you wanted him to leave, but you were nobody to kick the King Regent out of the rooms of his own castle. 

He walked until he had you at arms reach, and he caressed your upper arms gently

“Don’t you wish we could take a long bath like we did in Dragonstone?”, he offered, you looked at him, and the coldness in your eyes made him shiver, even though he didn’t show it

“We can do anything you like, my king”, you said, again, your voice so low, so insignificant it squeezed his heart, and he, again, was starting to get frustrated 

“Very well”, he had the maids prepare the bath, and when you were alone in the bathroom, he helped you out of your dress, you just let him, he then undid the braids in your hair and removed your jewelry.

You then undressed him, and even appreciated when he didn’t make you touch him

He help you into the bath, and he got in with you

The bathtub was bigger than the one in Dragonstone, you both fit perfectly together. He grabbed the sponge and started to rub your shoulders and your upper arms, he had a fixation with that part of your body you noticed.

You let yourself be handled by him, touched by him

“I love your hair”, he whispered to your ear, and if you haven't been crying for most part of the day, you would have laughed. You had the same color as him

“Thank you, my king”

“please”, it sounded like he was begging, “call me Aemond”, he sounded pitiful

“As you wish, Aemond”, you whispered. He kissed your shoulder softly, gently, as he fingers greedily caressed your back and your body, of course he wanted you, and now it was your job as his mistress to please him in that way

So you leaned back and let him touch you and kiss you

He couldn’t see you, but bitter tears fell down your eyes, but you managed to not make a sound

Luckily he noticed how tense you were, so he didn’t push you, instead he just helped you get out of the tub, he help you dry and then put on your night dress

“I should be doing this things to you my prince”, you offered, even though you didn’t have the strength to do it

“It is alright”, he got you into bed and then followed you, holding you in his arms, you appreciated the comfort, you just wished it came from someone else rather than him

“I’m very sorry”, he whispered in your ear

“You don’t don’t have to be, Aemond”, you whispered

“But I am”, he insisted, “believe me, I was forced into this”

“You don’t have to give me any explanations”, you sai, broken

“But I do”

“Please My King”

“Call me Aemond”

“I don’t feel comfortable, please, just.. let me call you my king”, you insisted, he sighed loudly, but didn’t refuse you

“I want you to call me by my name”

“But is not proper”, you said, “I am not going to be your wife”, his breathing hitched

“Call me your King then”, he relented, his fingers never stopped caressing your arm

You were lucky he wasn’t making you look at him in the day, he was comfortable with only spoon you

“I will sleep with you every night”, he promised

“You wife won’t be happy with that”, you observed

“I don’t give care”, he said

“Please, don’t make this more difficult that is has to be”, you begged him, the last thing you needed was to make enemies with the new Queen

“You can tell her that”, you didn’t press it

Did you even believe him? that someone made him do it? you believed no one could make him do anything, but again, he sounded so sincere when he said he was going to marry you. 

Anyways, you were feeling so terribly every breath you took hurts. 

[sapphire-writes]

A Song of Flames & Fury

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Baratheon OC

Summary: Elyse struggles to adjust to the changes in the realm post-civil war.

Warnings: 18+ fic, mentions of blood

note: ohmygoodness. can you believe it's been a year since I started this? I know I took a bit of a break but I had some inspiration and returned to them!

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Chapter 19: Happiness

King’s Landing is colder than the Reach. Aemond pulls Elyse close as they ride in the wheelhouse to the castle. The ride is bumpy against the old cobblestones and Elyse clings to her husband like he is the only thing anchoring her to this realm. 

They had flown on Vhagar for the majority of the journey home but as they got closer to the walls of King’s Landing they had to leave her. Vhagar does not fit inside these walls. Elyse wonders if she does anymore either. 

Elyse buries her face against Aemond’s neck, and his arms tighten around her. 

“It’s alright,” he murmurs, lips against her cheek.

She wonders if she’ll ever be able to be parted from him again. Since being reunited she’d not strayed far from his side. Elyse had awoken to him missing from bed in the middle of the night and nearly lost her mind in a moment of madness. He’d returned moments later to her collapsed on the floor, choked with sobs.

“Do not do that,” she demanded through her tears as he consoled her on the stone floor.

She’d followed him since. Hypervigilant and constantly aware, fingers twitching to Elenei strapped at her side. She’d forgone the thigh strap, preferring it to hang against her waist. More accessible that way. 

The wheelhouse stops and Elyse opens her eyes. 

“Home,” Aemond murmurs, “We’re home issa jorrāelagon.”

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[mortalfaerie]

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

"𝙄𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙? 𝙄𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜?"

Aemond Targaryen x Fanon!Cassandra Baratheon

Word count: 2.7k

Story synopsis: Cassandra Baratheon, the eldest daughter of the lord of Storm's End remained heiress of her house from her birth in 111 AC, until the birth of her brother when she was twenty years of age. Little is known of her life, save for that she was a proposed bride for the one-eyed prince, and the unfortunate fate she met with after the dance. In this story, the author imagines a better tale for the storm princess.

The last stand of House Durrandon is a story oft repeated among the scholars of Westeros' history - the last Storm King, being a prideful warrior to his heart, refused to surrender Storm's End without a battle. Orys Baratheon met him with the full strength of Aegon's land army, and slew the Storm King himself. Sensing their imminent defeat, the army of the Stormlands turned their cloaks and delivered the dead king's only heir, his daughter, naked and bound to the victorious general.

Orys Baratheon, having been raised at Aegon's own table, proved a man of honor. He ordered she be unchained and wrapped her modesty with his own cloak, seating beside his fire. Perhaps this action was a sign of things to come, for in no more than a few month's time, Orys Baratheon wrapped her again in his cloak in the sight of Seven, taking her to wife.

The seat of the last Storm King came into Orys Baratheon's possession, and in honor of his bride he took on house Durrandon's sigil and words: the stag rampant, and "Ours is the Fury."

It was a tale that Cassandra Baratheon heard often in her youth, most frequently seated on the ground before her grandsire as he rocked and told her the stories of his house. House Baratheon was young among the Houses Paramount of Westeros, having only been created by Aegon a century before her birth - but the role they had played in the history of the seven kingdoms was crucial. Many times the blood of Baratheons had mingled with Targaryen, the Princess Rhaenys herself the daughter of Jocelyn Baratheon. Though her hair had turned silver with age, the lord of Storm's End, uncle to the Princess, recalled with pride when a babe with hair as dark and rich as the night had been placed in the arms of Good Queen Alysanne - who called her before the court, "Our little queen to be."

Boremund Baratheon, the aged lord of Storm's End and grandsire to Cassandra had borne only one son by his late wife, Ser Borros who would succeed him. Since then, Storm's End had lacked a male heir to speak of, as Borros' wife Elena had brought for girl after girl for years - and as the eldest and heir apparent to her father, Cassandra reached her eighth name day, she was summoned by her grandsire to attend him in his study.

Cassandra - called Cass by her sisters who couldn't yet pronounce her grand name - was small, already outpaced in height by her immediate sibling. However, her wit was quick beyond her years, a trait that Boremund Baratheon looked on with pride. He often summoned her in the afternoons when poor weather prevented the hunt or the hearing of petitions, where he teach her small lessons on the running of a keep, the matters of law, and the history of their house.

As she was let into his study, she bobbed a casual bow to her Grandsire and awaited his word.

"Cassandra, little doe," he called fondly, gesturing for her to sit on the rug before him at the fire. She did so, and watched as the old man studied her and nodded.

"Your nameday is fast approaching, granddaughter." he smiled, pride evident in his voice. "Remind me how old you shall be?" he teased slightly.

Cassandra huffed, and replied, "Eight. I shall be eight years of age."

"Of course, I jest," he grandsire guffawed, and continued. "There is something I would like to ask of you as it approaches, little one. It would be a big and important task fit for a big girl such as you," he said.

Cassandra nodded, wondering what it could be.

"I would like to appoint you as my cupbearer," he announced. "You shall attend me when I hear petitions and ride out to exact the King's Justice."

Cassandra furrowed her brow. "Is that not a job for a boy, Grandsire?"

Boremund extended a hand to lift the small girl onto his knee, and sighed mightily with the effort - his age was beginning to show more and more each day. "You are right, it is generally so," he conceded, but added, "But I find the boys proposed to me to be entirely unsuitable, especially when I have such a clever granddaughter to select instead."

He spoke the last part conspiratorially, eliciting a giggle from the girl.

"It will also serve to teach you the ways and responsibilities of the Lord of Storm’s End.” He added, sounding mealocholic.

Cassandra craned her face to look at the older man. “Why must I learn them?” She asked, though in truth, she had begun to suspect this would happen.

“Well, little doe, I am an old man.” He squeezed her arm, continuing, “If the Gods be good, I will live for years yet to see you grow older. But, I am not a fool - I know I have lived more years than my mother and father both now, and should the Stranger come to find me or your father before you are of age, I wish for Storm’s End to fall into ready hands.”

“But,” Cassandra asked, hesitant, “I am a girl. Only boys inherit.”

“I have but one child, your father. By him, I have been blessed with four healthy and strong granddaughters.” he acknowledged. “Perhaps, fate will see that I shall have no grandsons. If they do, I wish you to follow your father to the Storm throne.”

A chill went down Cassandra’s spine.

“I have spoken to the king, and he has given his assent that in the absence of a son borne to Ser Borros Baratheon, his eldest daughter shall inherit.” the older man gestured to his desk where a missive was unrolled. “When you wed, you will become a part of your husband’s house - but upon the inheritance of Storm’s End, you shall retain your maiden name and your eldest son will be given the name Baratheon.”

Cassandra blinked, unsure what to say. At last, she whispered, “Thank you.”

Boremund Baratheon grunted in reply, setting her back on the ground. “Now, it falls to me to ensure your education is fitting of the heir of our house.”

For her eighth nameday, Cassandra was presented with three gifts from her grandsire: a black pony to begin her riding education, a fine cloak of black dyed deerskin, embroidered with gold thread showing the stag of her house - and a silver dagger set with a yellow stone, sheathed in a leather pouch.

The message was clear to all in attendance as she was given the gifts, and confirmed when her grandfather spoke. “Tomorrow, you shall ride out with your father and me to witness the King’s Justice. You shall don your cloak with our sigil, and wear your dagger on your hip.”

Lady Elena, Cassandra’s mother, blanched at the statement but held her tongue with concerted effort. Later, she overheard her mother and father arguing in their parlour.

“An execution is no place for a young girl!” her mother hissed, keeping her voice to an enraged stage whisper.

Her father sighed exasperatedly, and replied, “You will find no objection with me, wife, but my father has ordered it so. He is the lord of these lands, not I.”

“Is this his punishment, that I have not given him a grandson to inherit? He will steal away the innocence of our daughter?” she laughed humorlessly.

“Elena - a son will come in time. And when he does, Cassandra will resume her duties as a young lady. We need only wait.” Her father assured her.

Privately, Cassandra felt a degree of indignation at his words - she enjoyed the pride her grandsire had in her - she liked being important in his eyes. She didn’t want to be supplanted by a brother.

The next morning, Cassandra was woken at dawn. The maids dressed her in boy’s trousers and riding boots beneath a dress of simple black, and draped her new cloak over it. With her hair braided over her shoulder and head held high, she looked like the heir of Storm’s End not just in name, but in deed.

Not yet able to ride her pony, she rode pillion behind a knight who helped her from the saddle when they reached the field where a wood block stained brown had been set on the grass. In the treeline, two knights held a man in chains. Cassandra tried to muster as much dignity as she could and not cower at the sight of the blood which already stained the man’s shirt.

Her grandsire came to stand beside her and spoke in a low voice. “The blood isn’t his. He has committed the crime of murder.”

Cassandra shuddered. “Who did he kill?” she asked.

“A septon. He killed him a pilfered the sept’s coffers. The king’s justice demands that for such a crime, he must die.” he replied. A knight approached Boremund, and offered him a battle axe - the very same one with which Orys Baratheon had slain the last Storm King. He took it, and nodded for the knights to bring the convicted man forward.

Cassandra and her father remained where they stood by the horses, her father resting a protective hand on her shoulder. In silence, they watched the proceedings.

“Erryk Black, you have been convicted of the crime of murder. By the laws of King Viserys, first of his name, lord of the seven kingdoms, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and protector of the realm, you are commanded to die. As Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, it falls to me to see the King’s justice is carried out. Have you any last words before your death?” Her grandfather thundered.

“Yes,” the man rasped, and spit on the ground before him. “I’d do it again.”

Broemund Baratheon grimaced and nodded the knights to force the man to his knees, his head on the block.

“Turn away,” Cassandra’s father ordered, but Cassandra remained fixed where she stood. She watched, almost disbelieving and transfixed as her grandsire raised the heirloom battle axe and brought it down on the man’s neck, blood spurting from the stump created when his head fell to the ground before the block.

Her breath trapped in her throat, she dragged her eyes from the gore to her grandsire - there was blood on his gloves, his tunic, and specks of it in his white beard.

Later, still shocked at the events of the morning, she was summoned to take tea with her grandsire. Sullen and quiet, she stirred her cup as her grandfather spoke at last.

“You did well. The first death you are witness to is always most difficult.”

Cassandra looked up, searching his face.

“The first I saw was also an execution. I was younger than you are now when my father put me before him in the saddle and rode out with me to the field.” the old man recollected, taking a sip of his tea. “It is not custom among all lords to carry out the justice themselves, but one my father learned from Alaric Stark. He told me when I was a boy that the Lord of Winterfell told him, ‘the hand that passes the sentence should swing the sword.’ And so, when I came into my inheritance, I took that wisdom to heart.”

“I do not expect you to swing the axe, Cassandra. For one, it’s a beastly heavy thing,” he jested, earning a slight smile from his granddaughter. He continued, “And perhaps, that is a man’s job. But if you become the Lady of Storm’s End one day, you should not take the matter of justice lightly. When you see the sentence for yourself, you understand the severity of it.”

“I did not blink,” Cassandra admitted, looking pensively into her cup.

“Good,” her grandsire nodded. “When you are met with death firsthand - with evil, with desperation - do not be the one to blink.” he advised.

Boremund Baratheon died of winter fever in Cassandra’s eleventh year, making his bannermen swear their loyalty to his son and granddaughter fro his deathbed.

When he drew his final breath, he still had no grandson.

[aeksion-aekse]

WHISPERS OF THE DRAGON AND THE FAWN

Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings & Stern Meetings

tag list 🏷️: @eiralune @noeverse @mini-kunoichi @rozendiors @flippydippydoo

word count: 1276 words

It was another day in the Red Keep and as always, a sunny yet slightly cloud filled sky was on full display, the Keep quiet as all who inhabited it went about their day. Such was usual and standard procedure in the Keep, wandering the halls, tending to important duties and matters….the same paced days that occurred. 

The royal family that ruled the Seven Kingdoms was House Targaryen: King Viserys I, Queen Alicent Hightower, Prince Aegon II, Prince Regent Aemond, Princess Helaena and….a rather unusual and peculiar guest, Princess of Storm’s End Brinaera Baratheon. Highly unorthodox befell the poor bastard girl that led her to live with the royal family since the mere age of three, yet she was treated as if she were of Targaryen blood. As the years would go on, Brinaera never once wavered on her loyalty, as she owed the entirety of the royal family her life, she loved them as if they were her blood. They were her home, her family.

Brinaera, the young Baratheon was no longer a mere girl but now rather a young woman, the ripe age of 19 years old. She was like the most exquisite and fully bloomed rose covered in droplets of rain water on a spring’s day….simply breathtaking and beautiful. She was such a thing of  elegance and refinement. But with such a precocious reputation and personality often came expectations of all sorts, towering higher than a dragon’s flight. 

The young Baratheon girl resided in her private bedchambers, sat in front of the vanity she had and stared into the mirror, admiring the reflection staring back at her as she brushed the luscious locks of long, thick flowing dark brunette hair, humming a song to herself. She had on a rather stunning sanguine red dress, adorned by gold and garnet jewelry, as it complimented her features well, the curves of her short yet thick body filling the fabric out well. As she continued her regime, a soft knock could be heard on the door of her bedchambers, causing the young woman to snap out of her little self induced trance. 

“Come in.” Her voice was soft and sweet yet just demanding enough. As the door opened up, one of Brinaera’s own handmaidens stuck her head in, speaking in a quite timid tone of voice. “Lady Brinaera, you are wanted in the throne room at the request of the King himself.” The Princess of Storm’s End turned to look up and face the servant and smiled a small yet sweet smile, nodding her head as she stood up, smoothing out the fabric of her dress. “Thank you, darling, I appreciate you letting me know. Would you care to lead me?” The mousy little maiden couldn’t help but stare at Brinaera a little surprised and wide eyed, confused but didn’t dare question her. Instead she shyly nodded her head, leading the young princess to the throne room.

Brinaera’s POV

I had my dear handmaiden lead me into the throne room, only to see it completely filled. Every important Lord and Lady possible was there, the septa and maester, servants and maidens, kingsguard, the small council and of course the royal family themself. I smile small and walk towards my usual spot next to King Viserys and Queen Alicent’s children, standing beside them. I smile at all three of them and get a different response from all of them. Aegon eyes me up and down as usual, Helaena offering me a sweet smile and Aemond giving me a small ghost of a grin. I look up at Aemond and return his little subtle grin, raising a brow slightly, letting out a hum reminiscent of his own little hums, muttering under my breath, my tone teasing and full of humor.

“It isn’t polite to stare, sapphire, didn’t anyone ever teach you that?” Aemond just let out a small hum and leaned down slightly, muttering under his breath, the gaze of his single bluish violet eye fixated on me as he spoke. “Any living creature with eyesight would stare, little fawn.” I let out a silent chuckle at Aemond’s amusing little statement, covering my mouth with my hand. “Such titillating conversation already, dear Prince Regent and it is not even half the day yet. As always, Aemond.” Aemond lets out another hum and has his hands behind his back as he stands close beside me. “No one else can hold a conversation the way you do, dear opal.” 

I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes in a playful and teasing manner at Aemond’s words, as he always knew just what to say. In most instances, he was a man of few words, but it seemed that I was able to bring out a side of him most would be unaware of. Our small little conversation died off as soon as King Viserys spoke, his voice not quite so loud but spoke with purpose. “It has come to my attention that some rather….unsavory rumors have come about our dear Brinaera. She has been in our care since she was the mere age of three. None of you even care enough to get to know the poor girl yet you judge her and spread such vile and baseless rumors? By the Seven, you all disgrace me.”

Every single person in the throne room had gone silent, the tension so thick and palpable, it could be cut with the greatest sword in all the Seven Kingdoms. After a moment, King Viserys spoke up once more, the frustration at a front. “Have none of you a thing to say? That she is nothing more than a mere bastard child, that she is a witch, that this– this darling girl is no better than the mere whores that roam the streets of Flea Bottom. I do not wish to hear any more of these forsaken rumors and anyone who dares to so much as entertain them will lose their tongues along with their lives.”

I go slightly wide eyed and as my gaze meets the ones of Aegon, Aemond and Helaena, I can’t help but cover my mouth with my hand to hide the grin forming across my lips. I then feel eyes on me and see that it was King Viserys, as well as Queen Alicent staring at me, their brows raised at me in a curious manner. The first to speak was the Queen “Darling, is there something you wish to say in front of all these people?” 

I shift my gaze to stare at all who gathered in the throne, my hazel eyes scanning across them all one by one as if analyzing who believed such words and who didn’t. I smile a small yet charming smile and let out a hum before speaking, my voice flowing out smoothly like the finest wine in Westeros. “In all honesty, I am not all that surprised that such….frivolous rumors are spreading across the Keep like a plague. However I am surprised at how quickly they are to be believed. Because words are exactly that: a plague. You are freethinking citizens and are free to choose whatever it is you wish to believe. But heed my word when I say you may not like where your beliefs will lead you to. I may be a mere warg, but I am here in the care of House Targaryen for a reason. Make no mistake.”

All of those standing in the room had each wore a different expression, but one thing was for certain:  Just who was this girl? What was she capable of?

[angstigone]

I saw this on @theold-ultraviolence and I had to take advantage to do my silly fictional crushes and their lovergirl ocs.

myrcella and aemond (first kiss in front of the public, after the coronation, with aemond's internal mologue being 'I love my wife, I love my wife, I love my wife')

sukuna and murasaki (they are both muttering 'oh you love me so much, you want to kiss me')

aki and naoko (he's keeping an eye open because denji and power are in the same room and they hate it when mom and dad kiss, while naoko is literally 'let's fucking goooooo').

gojo and yoshino (yoshino dreaming of this moment for entire years, but trying to play it cool that her teen crush is kissing her).

jean havoc and merryn (the name hasn't been decided yet but oh well, he's definitely being a shithead, and this is definitely her after being asked for a kiss to make it better -> 'doctor, doctor, I am in dire need of kisses or I won't survive it').

yuri briar x mariah (again name better to define, but they are definitely faking it for the mission -> they actually aren't)