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daenystheedreamer · 1 year ago

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I am going insane over the omeagorverse is it possible that we could hear more about Jaehaerys 2 electric boogaloo and Maris the lesbian kids?

ABSOLUTELY for you, everything 🫶 love the pfp btw<3 my apologies this is late i drafted it and it got lost :(

so each descendent of the cursed maegor bloodline gets one fucked up deformity 🫶 jaehaerys got little nubby horns (very small hidden by his hair) viserra got a forked tongue that the maesters quickly and quietly stitched up (she cuts it open again later for the vibes) and daenys got stubby wings and a vestigal tail (maesters cut them off). u know the descriptions of targ stillbirths its like What if that sorta 'leaked' into the live births >:)

aegon and aerion the twins do the jacob and esau gripping the heel thing >:) and aegon comes out with a portion of his leg/heel blackened and scaly, with aerion gripping it and the hand is also blackened and scaled. FUN! and later on when theyre older and the mommy's favourite vs daddy's favourite drama is settling in maris considers doing a aerea/rhaella twin swap and even gaslighting the kids into believing it but the scales mean she can't :(

aegon walks with a limp and uses a cane and aerion wears a glove over his scaly hand. aegon is pissy about it because his deformity affects his health more than aerion's does and aerion is pissy cos he had to learn how to wield swords differently he had to figure it out himself Plus add into how he got exiled to essos when he was 14 yeah he's mad about having to REALLY learn to fight. so he thinks he's actually worked hard to become a fighter he actually put in work as opposed to his brother who is crippled and just GETS to have the crown. the heel+hand are also slightly burned as if in the womb aerion tried to burn his brother...

helaena had stubby wings like daenys <3 they got cut off when she was an infant as well. bled real bad though cos they were more developed than daenys' had been. she was kept hospitalised for ages after birth and it freaked everyone out but she survived. they had to cauterise the wound so she has very large and shiny burn scars on her back. jae also ordered the procedure while maris was still in childbed and a little delirious without consulting her. So that caused a bit of a rift. it also made jae+maris treat helaena as their specialist little baby girl who must always be protected.

daenerys has webbed fingers and toes like dragon wings >:) she's the one who married corlys so she gets called a mermaid. they didnt get cut off because they were sort of normal enough to not get noticed + its a trait some people in westeros are described with + maris was like yeah im not going through that horror again (she is going to go through horrors again). daenerys is the kid who's most normal about her Weird Quirk she's like it makes me swim better it makes me cool and sexy

viserys got a vestigal tail also like daenys<3 only this time it was actually a little prehensile. so again maris said i am NOT cutting that shit off. but after a few years they're like ight we can't hide this it's going to cause problems in court it's going to put our legitimacy and supremacy into question. So they cut it off when he's like 5 or 6 ^_^ it's very traumatic and painful. like they drug him up but that makes it worse cos now the memories are muddled and scarier and he hallucinated a little bit. and maris and jae couldn't bear to watch the procedure so he was alone surrounded by maesters (who already have FUCKED vibes). daenerys snuck in and held his hand for a while before getting kicked out :)

maegelle gets slitted pupils like a dragon's eyes :) obviously cant be removed... it's so obvious too and can't be hidden or explained away so maegelle is treated very differently by everybody than her siblings cos she just looks odd. has to learn to avoid eye contact 🫶 socially induced autism. she also sometimes wears a veil partly as a modesty faith thing but it doubles as a way to hide her face. she likes cats because they have the same eyes as her<3 she has three pet cats named nightshade (black cat) moonbloom (white cat) and frostfire (orange cat). if the warrior cats books existed in westeros she would have been fine...

@honestly-i-just-like-mythology sincerest apologies for how late this must be 🙏 i lose things in my drafts bcos i want to make sure theyre as fun as possible and then it just flutters away from my mind

#au:omaegorverse #ask #honestly-i-just-like-mythology #KISSES i love talking about this even thought it is so embarrassing and cringe..... no yaoi this time tho omg ^_^#anyway ily🫶 ty for liking my silly delusional fantasy land

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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I am not the same person I was one fic ago

When I fucking tell you my brain chemistry changed. When I FUCKING TELL YOU I WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE ANYMORE 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪 NAHHHHHH IM DEAD I CANT I CANT I FUXKING CANT IN SORRY IM GOING TO REQUOTE YOUR ENTIRE FIC BACK TO YOU BECAUSE I AM UNABLE TO CAN

The journey from Winterfell to King's Landing took considerably longer than necessary, given the Queen's insistence that she travel in that godsforsaken carriage of hers.

AS SHE SHOULD WHAT ABOUT IT

As such, five weeks after your marriage to Tywin Lannister, you were spending one final night in a lavish red and gold tent alongside your lord husband.

AS SHE SHOULLDDDD UGHHHHH LETS GO CITY GIRL

For the entirety of the journey, the two of you spent the entire day apart – your horse trotting behind your father and King Robert, and Tywin a short distance behind, alongside Ser Jamie.

Hey daddy 😏😏🫦🫦🫦 keeping an eye out for selener huh 👀👀👀🫦🫦🫦🫦🤣🤣

The two of you quite quickly developed a very… peculiar dynamic. You had quickly learned and adapted to the way the fearsome Tywin Lannister operates – preferring you speak concisely and directly, vehemently uninterested in anything otherwise. Additionally, there was a degree of mutual respect, as well as a vaguely guarded openness to one another – but certainly no love, or any semblance of romantic feelings at all. In truth, you assumed there never would be.

I want him give him to me now 💳��💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

On your end, it was your first and only experience with sex, and it was undeniably good, so you were eager for it.

On his end… you couldn't be sure. It could be that the man was pent up from years as a bachelor, but it would be safe to assume he had simply sent for a whore when the mood struck him. A more likely reason would be his pursuit of an heir, but surely he wouldn't have needed to fill your cunt nightly to achieve that goal.

Either way smashing darling or should I say SMASH ME 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

No, you were almost certain that he was simply enjoying fucking you – just as much as you were enjoying fucking him.

BARKING DIRECTLY AT IT

When Tywin entered the tent, you were sitting on the edge of the cot, toying with the goblet in your hands, already undressed to your shift. He met your eyes as he entered, but said nothing, that unreadable (but somehow always leaning toward annoyed) expression on his face. He silently began taking off his boots, then removed his sword and placed it beside the cot. He was in the middle of pouring wine into his goblet when you found the courage to ask your question.

YOU DONT FUCKING UNDERSTAND I AM BARKING. IM LITERALLY BARKING AT MY FUCKING SCREEN IM SO FUCKING WET FUCK

"Will you stop bedding me when I become pregnant?"

The way my stomach dropped when I read this AHHH GIRLLL HELP MY ANXIOUSNESS

Tywin said nothing, setting the pitcher down and turning to face you as he took a sip of his wine. He wore that calm, calculating expression as he stared at you – but you could swear there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. The golden goblet made a faint clank as he set it down before speaking.

HES SO FUCKING RAHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

"Do you ask because you wish for me to stop? Or because you wish for me to continue?"

NO CUZ I HEARD HIM SAY THIS I HEARD IT CLEAR AS FUCKING DAY FUCK WHAT THE FUXK FUCJ

"I wish for you to continue."

"Then I shall continue," Tywin stated, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

Im fine

Tywin nodded, then stated, "I do not doubt that you are right, but we will have a Maester provide his confirmation and look you over when we arrive in King's Landing. In the meantime, is there anything you need?"

NO CUZ I STARTED FEELING OUT TO BREATH I GOT OUT OF BREATH I REALLY DID PLEASE BELIEVE ME I FUCKING HAD TO CALM MYSLEF FUCK

Tywin's hand reached up to cradle your face, somewhat harshly, hooking his thumb under your jaw to tilt your head up and kiss you. It was lustful and full of desire, accompanied by the scratch of his beard upon the delicate skin of your face.

When he pulled away, Tywin smiled quite faintly, then hummed lowly and said, "Well, what sort of man would I be to deny his pregnant lady wife her wish?"

I'm so normal

The old lion made quick work of removing his armor and smallclothes, and relieving you of the thin linen shift you wore, before guiding you to the luxurious cot.

My old lion mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

Tywin continued to kiss you, eventually trailing kisses down your neck, until he reached your chest, unexpectedly taking one of your breasts into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

BARKING SO FUCKING MUCH BARKING BARKING RAAAHHHH

The sensation nearly made you shout, opting to take in a sharp breath instead as your back arched off the blankets. Eyes squeezed shut, you heard a low chuckle, and looked down to see a set of very amused, crystalline eyes staring up at you.

💔💔💔💔💔 Y R U LAUGHING 😧😭😭😭😭😭 STOPPPP ITTTT

"Hm, I see you were not exaggerating about the sensitivity."

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 WHY WONT YOU BELIEVE ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHY NOT DADDY PLEASE

Electing to ignore him, you let your head fall back onto the pillow. However, it seemed he did not intend to grant you any reprieve, moving to the other breast and doing the same thing – prompting you to dig your nails into his shoulders and bite your lip to avoid crying out. Unfortunately, that made matters worse, as Tywin let out a low groan with his lips still wrapped around your nipple, earning a loud, pitiful whine from you.

🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨🫨 NORMALLL HAHAHAHAHH SO NORMAL

Astoundingly fast, your release washed over you, soaking his hand as you moaned and writhed beneath the Warden of the West – who only chuckled darkly at your quick climax.

No cuz i

Noticing that the continued kisses and licks upon your breasts began to make you twitch, Tywin captured your lips in a brief, rough kiss, before rolling onto his back. He then pulled you into his lap, with a strength one wouldn’t assume the older man to still possess – which was, admittedly, arousing. Your mind was still foggy from the orgasm, and your movements were not unlike a rag doll, eyes half-lidded and jaw slack, moving somewhat limply as you allowed him to maneuver you. He gripped his hard, leaking cock in one hand, then reached behind you to urge you forward with a flat palm on the small of your back.

LITERATURE HURTLE ME INTO THE FUXKING SUN I DONT FUCKING CARE FUCK

Tywin’s grip moved to your hips, prompting you to begin rocking them against his own, keeping your pace steady. However, he made no move to halt you when you eventually began to move faster, leaning back to rest your hands on his thighs as you fucked yourself on his long, thick cock. The sound of it alone would have made a Septa drop dead – a symphony composed of wet skin upon skin and gruff grunts intermingling with breathy moans.

As a music major, I'm fucking pissed I will not be having this symphony for myself what the fuxk

He reached up to grasp and knead your breasts in his rough, calloused hands – but he then surprised you, his hands drifting lower, until they rested flat against your lower stomach. You thought perhaps he was focusing on the movement of your hips, but then his thumbs began to stroke across the soft skin of your belly.

AHHH THIS THIS FUCKING SCENE GOT ME FUCKING ILL IM FUCKING ILL DO YOU FUCKIG HEAR ME

At first, it seemed very sweet and sentimental. You thought that perhaps he was basking in the joy of another child being on the way – until you felt the way his cock throbbed, deep inside of you, as he stared intently at your belly. Immediately, you came to the realization that it must be arousing for a man to have successfully fucked a babe into his wife – stroking their ego and their pride to have done their husbandly duty, as well as show everyone that you belong to them.

GUNSHOTS EXPLOSIONS DESTRUCTION MISERY

Tywin groaned as you clenched around him, and when his eyes flicked up to meet yours, it felt as though he knew you had been thinking the very same thing he was.

NO CUZ HES SO FUCKING I WANT HIM TO RUIN MY FUCKING LIFE

That seemed to ignite something within your husband, and in the blink of an eye, Tywin flipped you onto your back and began driving into your soaked cunt with a newfound ferocity. You bit down on your knuckle to keep quiet, but Tywin pinned both of your wrists down, his arms on either side of your head. The act did not last much longer beyond that point, both parties having already been too near the precipice of climax, and the pair of you met your releases in unison.

LIVE LAUGH LOVE TYWIN LANNISTER

IM SO FUCKING NORMAL IM SO FUCKING INSANE

Tywin rolled off of you, breathing heavily, a light layer of sweat covering his chest, along with the small patches of silver hair. You allowed yourself a few moments of recovery, before moving to leave the cot in order to extinguish the candles, as well as tidy yourself up. However, Tywin grabbed your arm to stop you.

IM FUCKING SCREAMINF FUXKKJFN WHATTHEJFUCK

“Can wait,” Tywin interrupted, voice sounding unbothered as always, albeit with a hint of fatigue. He exhaled slowly, as he gently pulled you back down to lay upon the cot beside him. “One of the guards outside can see to the candles in a moment. You are carrying my heir, so you are to rest. As much as is feasible, from now until the babe is born. And if anyone questions it, they are to discuss it with me.”

I'm not the same person I was one reblog ago.

I cannot express how much I loved this. I want it tattooed in my brain. I never fucking got it when people said that but THIS SHIT FUCKING HELL YEAH I FUCJING GET IT NOW ITS SO IN CHARACTER FOR HIM SO WELL WRITTEN SO FILTHY AND EVERYTHING EVER FUCKING WANT FUCK MY FUCKING ITCH IN MY FUCKING BRAIN HAS BEEN SCRATCHED YOU DONT EVEN KNOW IM GOING TO PASS OUT NOW THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL AMAZING SHOWSTOPPING STUNNING FANTASTIC AAHHHHHHHHHH FUCKING GREAT FIC

↬ when night falls

Tywin Lannister x Reader

intended to be a sequel to the morning after, but it's not necessary that you read it prior to this

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, 18+ ONLY ⇆ P in V sex, unprotected sex, creampie, age gap, nipple play, bit of breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, pregnant!reader

The journey from Winterfell to King's Landing took considerably longer than necessary, given the Queen's insistence that she travel in that godsforsaken carriage of hers. As such, five weeks after your marriage to Tywin Lannister, you were spending one final night in a lavish red and gold tent alongside your lord husband.

For the entirety of the journey, the two of you spent the entire day apart – your horse trotting behind your father and King Robert, and Tywin a short distance behind, alongside Ser Jamie. Occasionally, Arya would pester you into allowing her to sit in front of you on the saddle, as you quietly conversed with her and taught her how to control the horse. But, aside from that, you were alone with your thoughts all day, every day.

The nights, however, were spent in the arms of your lord husband.

But gods was there lust.

On your end, it was your first and only experience with sex, and it was undeniably good, so you were eager for it. On his end… you couldn't be sure. It could be that the man was pent up from years as a bachelor, but it would be safe to assume he had simply sent for a whore when the mood struck him. A more likely reason would be his pursuit of an heir, but surely he wouldn't have needed to fill your cunt nightly to achieve that goal. No, you were almost certain that he was simply enjoying fucking you – just as much as you were enjoying fucking him.

"Will you stop bedding me when I become pregnant?"

"Do you ask because you wish for me to stop? Or because you wish for me to continue?"

"I wish for you to continue."

"Then I shall continue," Tywin stated, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Good," you replied, then added, "Because I am."

"You are what?"

"Pregnant."

The smile dropped and Tywin's eyebrows raised, making his forehead crinkle.

"Already?" he inquired dryly, surprised. Then, incredulous, he asked, "How do you know?"

It was a fair question. You had never been pregnant before, so perhaps you were mistaking soreness and fatigue from travel as signs of pregnancy. But no. You knew.

"I should have bled three weeks ago, but I have not. My breasts are extremely tender, and certain smells make my stomach turn."

A faint but wicked smile spread across your face, and you stood from the bed, setting the goblet down as you slowly made your way over to him. The metal of his armor was cold beneath your fingers as you idly ran your hands over his chest, before toying with the belt around his hips, looking up at him through your lashes.

"You," was your simple answer. But both of you knew that it wasn't meant in a romantic, sweet sort of way.

When he pulled away, Tywin smiled quite faintly, then hummed lowly and said, "Well, what sort of man would I be to deny his pregnant lady wife her wish?"

The old lion made quick work of removing his armor and smallclothes, and relieving you of the thin linen shift you wore, before guiding you to the luxurious cot. Tywin continued to kiss you, eventually trailing kisses down your neck, until he reached your chest, unexpectedly taking one of your breasts into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

"Hm, I see you were not exaggerating about the sensitivity."

Seemingly enjoying himself, Tywin began peppering your chest with gentle bites, which he soothed with his tongue afterwards, sure to become small little bruises by morning. Breathy moans and sighs of pleasure filled the tent, as he then resumed his ministrations on the hardened peaks of your breasts before snaking one hand down to toy with your clit, expertly rubbing it in small, steady circles. Astoundingly fast, your release washed over you, soaking his hand as you moaned and writhed beneath the Warden of the West – who only chuckled darkly at your quick climax.

A hiss through gritted teeth escaped Tywin, and you gasped lightly, head thrown back and hands flat on his chest. Although you’d already lost count of how many times he’d taken you, it still felt more incredible than anything you’d ever experienced. A passing thought reminded you of the fact that he seemed to share the sentiment, always hissing or groaning when he first sheathed himself inside you.

Truth be told, you were surprised to learn that it aroused you just as much.

Tywin groaned as you clenched around him, and when his eyes flicked up to meet yours, it felt as though he knew you had been thinking the very same thing he was.

“Where are you going?”

“The candles –”

Anyone possessing the sense the gods gave a mule knows “discussing” something with Tywin Lannister was just the opposite – it was not to be addressed at all, because what Tywin Lannister says, goes. A fact which made you smile softly.

“As my lord husband commands,” you replied, a hint of sarcasm in your tone, but you did exactly as he bade you, pulling some of the blankets over you and nestling into the pillows. You were already yawning by the time Tywin called for a guard, who extinguished the candles, and bathed the room in darkness as you drifted into a deep, contented sleep.

#tywin lannister fanfic #tywin lannister smut #im not the same person i was

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gnarf · 4 years ago

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🎵 H/D Wireless (Fic Claim and) Art Rec 🎵

Okay guys,

Important things first!

The lovely @maesterchill surprised me with a masterpiece of art to go with my @hd-wireless fic! 😭💜

Look at those details! She covered the mood of the two so brilliantly!

The photo album and flowers in the back gave me life (Em didn't know but lavender is one of my absolute favourite things that grows in my own garden!)

Poor Draco looks still so sick here 😭 and Harry being his chirpy self, never giving up 😍 so wonderful!

You can find the art on chapter 3 of my fic 'Keep holding on' on AO3

Please leave some love for @maesterchill in the comments section and follow her tumblr to not miss out on her brilliant works 😍😍😍

Thank you so much for doing this, Em! Best surprise ever! I love it so much 😭💜

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stuckinaf4nfiction · 2 years ago

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Hello love!! I was wondering if you could do a Aemond imaginé where you are rhaenerys first daughter so you are a strong and in order to prevent the war you are offered to marry aemond but when you guys have kids they come with their dark hair so everything about bastards comes back to hit aemond with. Reader worries he won’t love their kids because of their color of hair

New parents

Oh this request is so good!!! Here it is I hope you like it nonnie <3

word count: 2.5k (one shot)

Warnings: Pregnancy, labor angst

"GET OUT! GET OUT! FOR THE LOVE OF SEVEN FUCKING HELLS GET OUT!" the princess cursed as she once again fell back on her husband's firm chest , tired from all the stress these labors were inflicting upon her. "You need to push princess!" the maester said. The poor man already being kicked twice by y/n, inside the birthing chambers. "Oh really?!" y/n scoffed, "and here I am trying to keep the child inside of me!" Aemond tried to stifle a laugh finding it amusing that his wife still had her wits on while she gave birth to their child. Their child. Aemond thought. Never had he been so anxious and excited about the prospect of a new life. His child. He just couldn't help but once again kiss his wife on the top of her head casting down a smile to her.

"I'm glad my misery amuses you, my love" y/n said as she glared at him, saying the latter part of it with gritted teeth. "It doesn't amuse me my love but your wits sure do." Aemond said smiling at her. Y/n's gaze softened before she let out a scream holding Aemond's hand tighter, fearing she'd almost break it. She was laid across the bed in the chambers, with her upper half entirely slumped on Aemond, one of her hands holding his while the other one being held by a midwife for her support. She closed her eyes once again, gathering all the strength she had to push. Letting out an agonizing scream of pain. Y/n looked up at Aemond, her eyes heavy lidded with the tears of frustration leaking from the corners down on y/n's nearly angelic face.

"Aemond....gods Aemond I- I- cant do this, please it's just-"

Y/n sobbed as she brought her and Aemond's joined hands towards her face. Their fingers interlinked together. She let go of his fingers and took his hand in her own, slowly pressing his palm on her pale cheeks as she leaned into his touch feeling the warmth of his large hand seeping through her. She closed her eyes as she let go of his hand and caressed his forearm, leaning into his touch. Aemond took notice of her exhaustion as he quickly took her hand from the midwife's hold into his while another one of his hands now caressed her as he brushed a piece of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ears. "Y/n , y/n look at me, look at me," he said his voice full of urgency and command. "Y/n you've done so well, you're almost there just one last push my love. "

Y/n's eyes fluttered open as she looked into the dark amethyst of Aemond's eye, and started to brace herself for one last push, as she held both of Aemond's hands tightly, screaming once again, pushing with all that was left inside of her. Soon the agonizing screams that could be heard from the other side of the hallways seized completely and the cries of a new born babe filled the chambers.

"A girl princess!" The midwife exclaimed with joy, wrapping the new born princess in soft linens and placing her in y/n's hands.

"Oh my...oh a girl...a princess" y/n said as her eyes glistened with tears of happiness as she looked towards Aemond, his eyes focused on the child in y/n's arms. He couldn't believe he was a father. The joy of seeing their daughter in his wife's arms was something that overpowered every emotion he ever had. The sight itself made him fall in love with his y/n and their child for a lifetime.

"She is healthy right?" Y/n asked concern written all over her face, swallowing a lump down her throat. At this Aemond turned his sights towards the maester as well. Worry gracing his sharp featured face.

"As healthy as any other babe I've ever seen" The maester assured them with a smile.

The Maester and the midwives soon left once y/n was deemed healthy enough after the birth. Congratulating the prince and princess on the birth. Leaving the two of them with their princess inside.

"It's a girl", Aemond said, mostly to himself his eyes fixed on the babe, before breaking out into the biggest grin y/n had ever seen on his face, "IT'S A GIRL Y/N! I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE A GIRL!" he grinned ecstatically hugging both the child and y/n, his arms engulfing the two of them, he wished to truly never let go of this moment.

"My beautiful beautiful girls." He said kissing the babe on the forehead and leaving the softest kiss on y/n's lips.

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Aemond left the chambers to inform other members of his family, when y/n stared down at her daughter. Taking in note of her every little feature she could. Mesmerized at how someone could be so perfect. She had Aemond's eyes. Something that y/n was glad of. She loved how his eyes sparkled the violet she so loved. And now her daughter had the same ones.

However y/n was worried. Worried that her daughter had inherited the dark brown locks she proudly owned. The history between y/n, her brother's and Aemond's was not at all smooth to say the least. She remembered the times Aemond called her a "strong girl" and she called him a dragonless dragon or no dragon at all. She was the first daughter of Rhaenyra. And after the events at driftmark, a betrothal was set between Y/n of house Velaryon and Aemond of house Targaryen, to prevent the war and the bad blood between the family. She remembered crying to her mother that night telling her about how Aemond said that they were bastards and that they would all die screaming in flames just like their father, as Rhaenyra consoled and lulled her to sleep.

Y/n hadn't fancied the idea of marrying Aemond at all. However as the years passed by she found a friend him. Reading Valyrian histories together, riding their dragons together, her first flight on Vhagar with him, doing all sorts of mischief that would end up in Alicent reprimanding both of them. Leaving the red keep at night, putting Helaena's spiders in Aegon's bed, telling Alicent when Aegon and Aemond pulled pranks on her, enjoying when they were being scolded and belittled for behaving with her like that , and finally seeing him the first time without his eye patch. She had kissed his scar and told him that he was the most handsome man ever and apologized to him saying he should never have gone through something like that. Aemond telling her he loved her right after.

She was drowning in the constant worry when she heard the door open, her guard came in and announced the arrival of the Queen, princess Helaena and prince Aegon. She shifted in her bed, a smile overtaking her features as they entered. Alicent bent down kissing y/n on the head, sitting down on her side, Helaena did the same as she sat on the other side. "May I?" The queen asked as she looked at the babe in Y/n's hands. "Of course." y/n replied handing over the little girl to the queen as she turned to Helaena. "Congratulations y/n, you've done so well!" Helaena exclaimed hugging her, "I must say you and my brother make beautiful children" she further added. "That I agree." the queen replied not taking her eyes off the babe gently cooing at her. Y/n took in the scene and smiled at it. "Congratulations sister! You have indeed given me a lovely niece." Aegon said as he placed his hand upon y/n's shoulder. "Thank you, my prince." she replied with a grateful smile. Aegon had sort of become a brother to her. Always challenging her to do all sorts of things which were either stupid or would get them a long lecture from her septa with him. She had saved him many times from boring lectures or his grandfather's one of many lessons, also chastising him about his habits , telling him to treat Helaena better and comforting him as a friend when his mother, father and grandfather became too much for him. She had cherished the bond formed with him and he had as well.

"You know it would never matter to my brother or me or any of us, this what you're concerning yourself with. Aemond has skipped the council meeting today just because he doesn't want to be away from you and your princess even for a moment and trust me he wouldn't do that if even if it was lava falling from skies and everyone had to run for their lives. He loves the two of you so much and that goes without saying." Aegon whispered as he bent down and pressed a kiss against y/n's cheek. "Take care sweet sister." Aegon said as he exited the rooms, Helaena and the queen trailing behind shortly afterwards. Letting y/n and the princess rest.

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The entire day had been perfect. Everyone coming over to congratulate y/n and Aemond for becoming new parents, and subtly dropping hints about the sleepless nights they were to follow.

They were still in awe from the birth of their daughter and how much their lives had changed for the better just in a day.

Y/n was taking a bath, trying to relax since she still couldn't settle her bubble of anxiety that was within her about her daughter's brown hair. She felt terrible for even thinking like this even after she had been reassured by Aegon for which she was really grateful but she also knew the entirety of the relationship between Aemond and her family. It was clear they just tolerated each other for her sake and held little-to-no love for eachother. And it bothered her that the one thing her husband loathed all his life was her brothers and the fact that they weren't fathered by Ser Laenor. The indication of it being their dark brown locks. She was also one of them but he had loved her. Deeply too, that she had known. Though she feared what would he think about his daughter's hair.

Y/n was about to check on her daughter, after dressing herself in nightclothes. Her silk robe hanging loosely around her. She exited her chambers to enter the connecting nursery by their shared chambers. Y/n and Aemond both had decided to keep a nursery adjoining their own room to keep the babe close to them. When she entered inside she was surprised to find Aemond singing to their daughter in his arms, swaying her side to side. This scene brought a relief to her heart. She knew Aemond would love their child just as much as she would.

Y/n laid on the bed as Aemond entered their chambers. He smiled upon seeing her. "I thought you'd be asleep by now." Aemond said moving behind the screen to change into his nightclothes. Removing his shirt and putting on only breeches he approached y/n as he laid beside her. His one arm went to her waist and the other by her neck as he pulled her closer to him, his movements careful to not cause her any pain. Still mindful of the fact that she gave birth mere hours ago. He slowly kissed each of her brows, the same with her cheeks on each side before pressing his lips against her own. Kissing her softly. Her lips parting to give him access to her tongue.

Y/n pulled away first. Panting heavily with the need to breathe. She looked at Aemond and contemplated telling him about how she felt. She bit her bottom lip and Aemond noticed the tension on his face. He quickly propped up on his elbows, his brows furrowed together. "What's wrong? Does something hurt? Shall I fetch the maester-" he began questioning her, fearing she wasn't feeling well enough.

"Aemond" y/n interrupting him, "No, I'm quite fine my dear husband, I was just- just worried over a silly matter. Now that I'm assured that it was nothing like I thought about, I'm not worried anymore."

"What were you worried about?" Aemond asked her, causing y/n to rethink whether she should've just lied and said that yes she was in pain.

"It's nothing" she replied quickly looking away from his intoxing violety gaze that shone in the moonlight.

"Y/n please tell me the truth. Did someone say something to you? Tell me who said it I'll-" He rambled on worrying that someone had commented her on something and if they had he'd not hesitate to cut them down.

"Aemond no, no one told me anything and no you're not cutting anyone down." Y/n replied sighing interrupting him once more.

Before he could say anything y/n decided to tell him and best be done with it."You know our daughter has your eyes.." she said taking in a heavy breath before saying, "just as she has my hair. Now I know what you feel about that. How frequently you voiced your opinions about my and my brother's hair colour back when we were kids, and even now at "family dinners" your toasts are quite targeted. I just feared that... You'd never like her enough because of it," Y/n looked away tears in her eyes not wanting to say any of this, "And you'd hate me forever for that."

Aemond blinked. Not following that she felt scared that he'd hate her? How could he? She was his like his sunshine on a rainy day. He loved her to an extent he couldn't define. He felt bad for making her feel like that, he hated that she felt he'd not love their daughter enough, "My love," Aemond said feeling at a loss of words, however he wanted to make this right, and remove all doubt in her mind that she ever had regarding his love for her and their little girl.

"Up until yesterday..." Aemond said cupping her face forcing her to look at him. "I was just prince Aemond. Even today I am prince Aemond, but today I became a father. " Y/n looked at him as he continued. "The birth of a child is the most spine chilling and the bravest thing a person ever does that I've seen. It takes courage you know. Courage only a woman can form. Today you brought a new life into this world, our little princess. And if the gods didn't make you beautiful enough, when you held her for the first time, you were the most beautiful thing I ever saw. I couldn't even describe it. And I'm glad that..our daughter has been blessed with your beautiful hair. No matter whatever her hair or eyes or anything be, I shall love her as eternally as eternal goes. Because she is our daughter. The moment she was born I promised myself to protect her from anything that caused her harm. My father sadly he...he never paid any attention to me or my siblings. It pained me greatly." He said as he set his eyes on y/n's she sobbed and sat up to embrace him.

"You know when I held her right now. I noticed how lovely and full of warmth and innocence she is" Aemond said embracing her back, " The world isn't an entirely kind place y/n, you and I both know that. But today I made a vow, to her and to you as well that as long as the two of you draw breath there's nothing I wouldn't do to fight all the ugliness and keep you girls safe from it. And I intend to honour that vow until my very last breath. And you my love, I can never hate you.Because all the things I love and I ever will are the two of you." He said as he moved his fingers down her hair, and y/n further sobbed into him.

"It's unfair how you always know to say the right things." Y/n said pulling back between sobs. Aemond wiped her tears with his thumbs, "there now, do you feel better about it?" He asked her. "Mhmm better, so much better." She replied. "Quite a day it's been." Y/n said once again. "It has, now let's rest my wife, you aren't as strong as you usually are mhmm I suppose the day was tiring miss?" He replied with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face. "Gods I can't with you.." You trailed off before Aemond pulled you to his chest and made you comfortable there. Wrapping an arm around your back as you tried to sleep, "It was only a compliment, don't you think yourself as strong my love?" Aemond teased you. You kicked his legs causing him to wince and let out a laugh, "I love you." He said kissing the crown of your head as the two of you drifted off to sleep.

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A Meta on Madness

Here’s the thing with Targaryen madness. Most weren’t just born raving mad. They developed it. Some as early as childhood, others well into adulthood; sometimes even instigated by some event (like the Defiance of Duskendale which affected Aerys II Targaryen’s madness). Grand Maester Phycelle even commented how Aerys had been “a good man. such a charmer....” until he became obsessed with his dreams of “fire & blood”.

It seems that that is the commonality. Fire & Blood. And also obsession. Most of the “madness” starts out as personality traits, like unchecked outbursts and impusliveness. Some form of violence (during said outbursts) develops shortly thereafter. Mixed in is usually a god-like self-image and some personal obsession / quest. Also paranoia. Delusions and hallucinations, for the most part, dont develop all that fast. Theyre “charming good men” with hot heads, and that slowly escelates, little by little until it begins to snowball. Again, some earlier than others.

But obsession seems to be reaccuring throught all the circumstances.

They fixate on something (Fire & Blood, religion, beliefs, etc) and take it too far, and the more they do, the more obsessed they become, the more the ‘madness’ seems to set in.

King Baelor the Blessed was overzealously obsessed with religion and purity, to the point that he starved himself into an early grave because he believed that food is of this world, and the material world is sinful.

Prince Aerion Brightflame, son of King Maekar and nephew of the Prince Rhaegel. Aerion killed himself drinking wildfire, believing it would turn him into a dragon.

Visery’s ‘madness’ (mostly outbursts, paranoia, and cruelty), according to Daenerys at least, was linked/instigated to a somewhat traumatic event; the selling of their mother’s crown. My guess is that he was old enough to be traumatized by the events that sent them into exhile, put all his hopes and dreams into that crown, idolized it, and losing it was kind of the final push.

Madness ≠ Certified Crazy Person

In fact I dont even really like the term madness, because it denotes that the Targaryen in question is 24/7 insane. And dont get me wrong, some def are. But in GRRM’s world their ‘madness’ is MUCH more subtle than that. Its pathology is almost like a disease. And people can live with the most terrible diseases for quite along while and work around it/not have it effect them. As a Certified Sick Person myself, I know that particular lesson more than quite a bit of people (thanks autoimmune system!) Id say. Look at diabetes! People can live with diabetes and not have to cut their foot off or die (like the olden days) with the right amount of lifestyle and personal choices. But untreated, without proper checks and balances, symptoms get worse, other manisfate on top of one another. To say they have the “Targaryen madness” is not a black and white issue, because their “insanity” is not as simple as : “that persons obv crazy and that persons not!!” You cant equivicate mid-story/life Daenerys with late-in-life Aerys. Its a cultivation of symptoms over years. Theyre not at equal points in their life to one another; obv shes not blinded by “KILL THEM ALL” attitudes yet.

Early-in Life Aerys (perhaps a better parallel to Daenerys’s timeline) was:

“...while not being the most intelligent, nor the most diligent of princes [I wonder who that sounds like? Cough Mereen] he was described as having an undeniable charm. He was generous, handsome and resolute, although somewhat quick to anger. [SOUND LIKE ANYONE. A good heart? Beautiful? Determined and passionate? SOMEWHAT quick to anger?] He was also vain, proud, and changeable, traits that made him easy prey for lickspittles and flatterers.”

The last part is more up for debate but Dany does think quite highly of herself and is VERY proud. Shes also reminded frequently of her amazing-ness, as well as her beauty, which would bloat anyones ego. And while she realizes the difference between blatant kiss asses (“People used to tell that kind of thing to my brother”) she also prefers those that agree with her or her line of thinking and suck up to her. Shes kinder to those that fall into step and bestows greater favor on them in that moment (even when the person in the room disagreeing is a “friend”).

“As he grew older, Aerys became increasingly jealous, suspicious and cruel, prone to furious outbursts.”

I think a lot of readers and show viewers see this increasingly “bratty” quality to her character. Even when her anger (toward the slave masters for instance) is morally and technically VERY justified (Personally I hate this POV, as I’m someone whos decided to dedicate my lifeswork to human rights law, so decidely I am not for cruel racist individuals. Moreover, I dont think many people, if there is any at all, who believe in dark!(or just a generally darker)dany are racist and pro-slavery - which is something i see stans misguidedly clapback with often in the face of criticism) her “justice” becomes all she see’s to disastrous consequences, including crucifying those that shouldnt have been.

“My father spoke out against crucifying those children. He decried it as a criminal act but was overruled. Is it justice to answer one crime with another?” - Hizdahr zo Loraq, S04E06 “The Laws of Gods and Men” on Daenerys crucifying his father because of the status he was born into.

She also seems to be developing more and more paranoia. “Betray me and I’ll burn you alive.” (obv betrayal should be punished WHEN IT HAPPENS, but like, shes already imagining scenrarios and felt the need to say something, ie paranoid). The entire beach tantrum and her turning against her ally and HAND Tyrion because she was upset at their(shared) battle failures. And while its great that she doesnt want to be the Queen of Ashes, in her right mind, in moments of anger and fustration she constantly has to be talked down from burning cities. So increasingly more worrisome.

Shes also increasingly fixated on ‘the iron throne’. As her obsession grows....

Sorta like: Aerys in his youth.

So while duh, shes not batshit insane like her father was right before the end of his life, people forget, her father wasnt “bad” or “mad” till his later years either. Comparing the two (her father right before he was killed and Dany now) is like comparing a seed to a flower. Same material and DNA. Same circumstances / needs the same to grow (unchecked symptoms like their anger and obsessions). But ultimately different stages in their lives, and as such different consequences and attributes.

GA (and Stans)‘s Short-sidedness

The “Mad Dany” theory mostly comes from people woh dont neccisarily see dany as stark raving mad like Aerys Burn Them All Targaryen (i know, shocking) but rather see this similarity (past face value cough cough), and see the parrallels between young Aerys the Charming Good But Slghty Tantrum-y Tararyen with Dany now, and made educated forecasts in what that means for future-Dany based on her current arch. The same Dany who is increasingly obsessed with conquering an entire ass continent that shes held up as a symbol and put all her hopes and dreams of ‘home’ into (kinda like the way Viserys did with their mothers crown) (also a continent that she knows nothing and hasnt bothered to learn anything about). She has no plans on creating a democracy or dispersing power to try to mitigate her faults because shes completely fucking blind to them. She plans on sitting on that uncomfortable ass stupid metal throne and being uncompromising because shes not a Politician shes a QWEEN #fuckcompromise #fuckdiplomacy #fuckpeace #bendtheknee #ammiright :))))) Meanwhile dancing on really thin ice that could any minute crack under her, and the more it cracks the faster it makes new ones until it snowballs quickly out of hand and suddenly it snaps and kills you. Only shes queen in this scenario with two resusable nukes at her disposal so in this case its not just her but the entire country that drowns.

Politics is a long game. We - in the real world - choose a leader who is not just best for us in the now, but who will create a better future for our children, and their children, and so on.

Dany is not a good, stable bet. I originally meant to do a short sassy one liner about this but then I got on a soapbox and started getting all philisophical and now this could literally be my senior thesis its that long. (My apologies!) Im also know where near finished with this so this could maybe be Part One?

#anti-daenerys #anti daenerys #anti targaryen #anti targaryen restoration #aerys 2.0 #mad queen no. 2 #got meta #mine

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