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witchofhimring · 2 years ago

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Being the daughter of Daenerys Targaryen

Pairings: Daenerys Targaryen x Reader (platonic)

Whether you are a bio daughter or not is up to you.

-Daenerys had always had the desire to be a mother. From the day you were first placed in her arms Daenerys was instantly in love with you. Although the people of Meereen were her children you were the most cherished. Nuha Rina she called you, her child.

It was a warm night, but surprisingly a light breeze carried itself on the wind. Daenerys stood by the window watching over the city with its flickering flames and unique spices. The baby in her arms stirred and one of Y/n's tiny fists retched up. Daenerys placed a kiss on the babies petal smooth skin. The love she felt for this babe surpassed even that of her dragons. Misa, they had called her. Only now Daenerys felt the sole connection that a mother had with their child. An unbreakable bond between two souls.

-Daenerys is a strict mother. Not in a cruel sense, but she does expect you to follow and obey her. However her love is fierce and she is very protective of you. While she might take you into the town amongst the common people, teach you to lead an army and embody the flame of Valyria, Daenerys is constantly scared something will happen to you. While she may walk amongst her people without a care, you are a different matter. There is always a guard by your side. From the time you are old enough to walk Daenerys has a personal guard to attend you. Any maid or lady in waiting is carefully selected.

Daenerys held your small hand, slowing down so you could keep up. The citizens of Meereen were used to seeing their Queen walk amongst them. But today it was a first for you. Normally mother had you stay in the carriage. Visible, but at a safe distance. Despite the Queen's desire to keep her daughter safe she was also aware that because the Targaryen dynasty was little more than a budding flower in Essos. They needed to cement their hold and that could only be done is you showed yourself to the people. It was your duty as a monarch. And besides, was it not a mothers duty to forge a relationship between themselves and their children? "Your Grace, if I may?" An elderly woman approached, a bundle of colourful flowers in hand. Daenerys was used to people approaching her, but her daughter was another matter. She laid a hand on her daughters shoulder apprehensively. Y/n looked up hopefully, waiting for her mothers permission. She allowed the older woman to approach. Normally warmth spread through her body when granted such a gesture. But all she felt was concern. She let out a sigh of relief when her daughter received the flowers, unharmed.

-Daenerys loves teaching you the stories of old Valyria. You will lay next to her on the silk blankets as she talks well into the night. Expect rides with her dragons. While Daenerys might be apprehensive about others in your vicinity, her dragons are different. There will be lots of red and black dresses in your closet.

Y/n sleepily rested against her mothers side. Today had been rather exciting. What, with getting three new dresses all decked out in Targaryen regalia and a ride on Drogon the little Princess was all tuckered out. "Balerion climbed higher and higher into the sky. Higher and higher Aegon the Conqueror flew. So high up he was that Harrenhal was little more than a spot. Suddenly, he advanced upon the stone keep. And the castle, built upon the blood of slaves was in flames-" Daenerys noticed by your breathing that you were asleep. Carefully she slipped you under the covers. With the candles extinguished she allowed sleep to claim her, Y/n in her arms.

This ones a bit shorter than the rest. But I am very tired and want to get this one out. Expect Sansa next.

#daenerys targeryan #daenerys targaryen x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #got #got x reader #house targaryen #targaryen

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davinamikaelsonalwaysandforever · 10 months ago

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Jon Snow is quite literally narratively haunted by the dead:

His bio dad got his chest smashed in by his cousin's hammer because he stole his lady love.

His mother, he dosen't know about, died giving birth to him.

His stepdad got beheaded as a traitor, which set off the War of the five Kings.

His girlfriend died in his arms after telling him he knows nothing. ironic.

His sister Rhaenys was stabbed to death, and his brother Aegon got his head smashed in by the Mountain. His other brother/cousin Robb went out via Red Wedding style, as did his wolf, whom Robb likely warged into after his death, so technically he died twice. All of them died because of Tywin Lannister.

His two stepmothers (Elia and Catelyn) were brutally murdered on the Lanaisters behalf, with one of them currently haunting the narrative as the Walking Dead via Lady Stoneheart.

His grandfather, Rickard, was killed by his grandfather, Aerys, as was his uncle Brandon, which set off a rebellion.

His grandmother died giving birth to his aunt, Daenerys.

His uncle Viserys was crowned by his uncle Drogo, who later got an infected wound and was mercy killed by his aunt Dany.

His cousin, Rhaego, was killed by a Maegi during a blood ritual to save his uncle. Their deaths were later used by auntie Dany to bring dragons back into the world.

His great-uncle, Aemon, died on a voyage to Oldtown, which Jon sent him on. On his last journey, Aemon at last saw the truth. His last act was trying to send help to his great-niece, Daenerys, to bring her home safely and make her understand that she and her dragons are the only hope against the coming great war for the dawn.

And now Jon Snow is dead as well, stapped by his own man, pending to be ressurected.

Wherever you look, death touches this character. If Daenerys Targaryen is the daughter of death, then Jon Snow is the son of death. Death shaped these two characters into who they are today. It's also why Jon is destined to be the King of Winter, with his Bride of Fire by his side. Together, they will defeat death and bring about the dawn of a new age.

“Old powers waken. Shadows stir. An age of wonder and terror will soon be upon us, and age for gods and heroes.“ -AFFC (GRRM)

#jon snow #daenerys targaryen #lyanna stark #rhaegar targaryen #khal drogo #rhaenys targaryen #aegon targaryen #catelyn stark #robb stark #elia martell #viserys targaryen #aerys targaryen #rhaella targaryen #barandon stark #rickard stark #asoiaf #asoif/got #maester aemon #if death has a name...

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nena-la-fresa · 1 year ago

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The Dragon and The Wolf |Part 1|

18+ Account | Minors DNI | Do NOT Follow, Like, or Comment | Pls have your age in your bio, if you do not I will automatically block you because I’ll assume you are a minor.

Part 2

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f! Stark Reader

Warning: Arranged Marriage | Steamy Themes | Angst |

Word Count: 1807

A/N: Hasn't been proof read so bear with me I'll fix it later. Aemond is also aged up to the actors age cuz that’s the age he looks.

You could overhear the whispers, the pity in their voices. The young wolf being sent off to marry a dragon.

All due to the stupidity of your house. How infuriating that they accepted an audience with Rhaenyra's son. It was most definitely seen as an act of treason to the Crown. No matter how much you pleaded with your father not to accept the meeting. You had the sight, you had seen what would happen if they had sided with her. You never disliked Rhaenyra, she was absolutely beautiful, you had always admired her since you were a child. But knowing that the safety of your family was now jeopardized you could not stay silent. But your family was permitted to stay on good terms with the Crown under the condition that you marry Prince Aemond.

The whispers of how you were kissed by visions from the gods had reached Otto. He was the reason your family was given a second chance. What better way to win wars and make sure his blood stayed on the throne than to marry his grandson to a Greenseer. The wedding would take place in a month's time. Plans had been formed to begin as soon as you had left for Kings Landing.

The road was long and no amount of sleep could calm your nerves.

“Mother please not now.”

Aemond pushes the door to his chambers, unable to close it as Alicent was close behind.

“I understand you are upset. But you know it is your duty. Your brother is sick, he’s practically on his deathbed. So your grandfather thought it was best to find you a wife in preparation.”

“The Stark girl who comes from a traitor family? How is that any good?” His voice hinted with malice.

“Because she is a great asset to our family. You know how your father always spoke of Targayens and their prophecies. How they escaped Old Valyria. This could be good for us, Aemond. We wouldn’t have to lose anyone else.” She moved forward and touched his arm as he stared into the fire. “Aemond please.”

“It’s not as if I have a choice mother.” He sighed and placed his hand on hers. No matter how frustrating a situation he could never be upset with her. “When will the wedding take place?”

“Two days after she arrives.”

Much to your dismay you had arrived at King's Landing. Your wedding was in two days time, nothing could prepare you for it. You hadn’t even seen your betrothed since the moment you got there. You had met the Queen and she had asked for your forgiveness at her sons, ‘Shyness’. You expected as much. You heard rumors, the whispers of how cold Aemond was. In fact you preferred that he didn’t see you. But contrary to what people believe you were not always within the favor of the gods.

“I know what people say of my son. And I am sorry you have to hear that. But I can assure you he is at the very least a gentleman. If my son ever does you harm please do let me know and I will do my best to correct his behavior. “

“Thank you. I very much- '' You were cut off by the sounds of the doors opening loudly combined with heavy footsteps.

“Mother, Aegon has been begging for you. Please shut hi-'' He paused as he saw you sitting there. Before you turned to him could only describe you as cold looking and distant, with a hint of poise. He thought your look was very fitting for a Northerner. And had he known his mother requested an audience with you he wouldn’t have come barging in.

“Good you're here.” Alicent got up from her seat and headed towards him. “I’ll deal with your brother. But the two of you need to converse.”

Alicent closes the door behind her, “Make sure he doesn’t leave just yet.” She tells the guard on post.

You turned away from him and focused your attention on the fire as you began to fidget with your hands. Aemond takes notice of it, and he sees the same movement his mother does when she gets nervous. Then he hears you wince, and the sight of blood can be seen on your thumb.

“Stop that.” He took three steps before he was in front of you and grabbed your hands. You had looked up at him in surprise, looking at him now you couldn’t believe the rumors you heard of him looking hideous. Your eyes softened a bit at his touch and by the look of concern he gave you. He had an ethereal beauty to him, even with the eyepatch and scar.

As he looked down at you he took notice of your eyes, doe like. And that coldness he saw was gone for the moment. He then remembered the blood on your hand, not having anything to wipe away the blood he brought your hand up to his lips and sucked the blood.

You should be weirded out. But the sensation of his tongue and lips against your finger sent a shiver down your spine that made its way to your nether regions.

“Aemond.” You whispered his name. Yet it seemed as if he didn’t hear you. You cleared your throat and spoke clearly, “I think the blood has stopped now.”

He let go of your hand “Forgive me.” In a panic he turns and heads straight for the door. As he opens the door the guards stop him.

“Forgive me Prince Aemond but your mother said not to let you leave just yet.” Aemond gave the guard a look.

“You must be joking.”

“Sorry my Prince.” The guard shut the door leaving Aemond trapped.

“Unbelievable.” Aemond made his way over to sit by the fireplace. You both sat in silence for what felt like hours. You watched him as the fire casted a shadow on one side of his face and illuminated the other.

“Are you always so quick to run away?” You playfully joked.

He turned his head quickly to you and was quick to respond, “Maybe if you had not picked at your skin I would not have run away.”

You were taken aback by his response, almost getting whiplash by his change in tone. Just a minute ago he was gentle with you. “Me? Then maybe you should not have kissed my finger.”

“You dare argue with me?” He scoffed.

“Yes and what of it.” You stood up and made your way over to him. “Are you going to have me killed?”

He laughed and stood up, he towered over you. “No.” He smirked and leaned down at eye level, “I could just do it myself.”

“And risk another war?”

“Oh please, your father begged my grandsire for forgiveness. You really think they’d go to war for a daughter?”

“You must know very well considering they call you kinslayer.”

“Hold your tongue.” He hissed and grabbed your face firmly.

“You must know what love for one’s child could make anyone do. What your sister did for her son, and what your mother did for hers.”

“Do you always speak when you’re told not to?” His voice no longer hinted with any concern he had for you earlier. You felt his breathing become heavy, and his grip tightened.

“Do I upset you?” You smirked slightly, “Were you expecting someone quiet? Someone who won’t put up a fight?”

“Like how you put up a fight when I cleaned your blood?” His face moves closer to your ear as he whispers. “You don’t think I could feel you shaking? Or hear your breathing hitch?”

“What are you doing?” You try to pull away as you feel his hot breath on your neck.

“Not much of a fight you’re putting up is it.” He kissed your neck, and sucked for just a second. Just enough to make you let out a small whimper.

“Aemond stop.” You pleaded as he kept teasing you. You felt the heat rising in your body and I’m sure that he felt it too.

His lips were moving down your neck to your collarbone. He sucked a bit harder, enough to leave a mark, you winced and pushed him away. Without even thinking you slapped him.

His face turned only slightly, it was almost as if it hadn’t even hurt him. You kept looking at him and noticed the light tint of red on his cheek. Not only that but the corner of his lip began to bleed, the sight of it had distracted you from the stinging pain coming from your palm.

You hurt him, but he kept pushing. But maybe it was your fault for teasing him. But he practically defiled you before you were even married. He went too far. Yes you were to be married but, what of this mark. What will others think? Will they think you were a whore? Will they question your virtue and think another man has touched you? Will this get your family and you killed? You hadn’t seen this, in fact you hadn’t seen anything regarding Aemond in your dreams or visions. Your thoughts ran wild and you couldn’t stand to be here anymore. It was all overwhelming. What were you doing here? How could your father be so stupid. How could he do this to you? You weren’t some common whore.

“Forgive me, my Lady. I went to fa-” Before he could even finish what he wanted you were gone. His head turned to hear the doors fling open and your scurrying footsteps. He began to run after you but ran into his mother in the corridor. Alicent had looked back at you and then at her son. She could see his tinted check and the blood.

“Aemond what did you do?” She wiped the blood off his lip.

The next two days were spent with you avoiding Aemond at all cost. You had practically locked yourself in your chambers. Thankfully Alicent had permitted it, but that didn’t help much as tomorrow was the day. The day you would be binded to him forever. The whole day was nothing but making sure that your dress still fit and that you were prepped for consummating the marriage. It has plagued your mind. Not even sleep could help with this.

The sounds of the bells had brought you out of your trance. You don’t even remember how you got up here. But here you were next to Aemond hand in hand about to be trapped.

As both your hands were tied together the man spoke, “Let it be known that Y/n of House Stark and Aemond of House Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.”

#xreader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #prince aemond targaryen #aemond smut #x reader #hotd x reader

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creganslover · 9 months ago

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<< Guidelines upon requesting >>

and here is the guidelines on what you need to know before requesting, listed here is the characters I will write for, the genres I’m open to write, and the basic do’s and don'ts in order to help me make your request properly!

P.S it is said on my bio whether requests are open or not, so please be aware! :>

the characters I will write for:

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Jacaerys Targaryen

Lucerys Velaryon

Alicent Hightower

Gwayne Hightower

Aegon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Cregan Stark

Criston Cole

Addam of Hull/Velaryon

these are the list of characters that I am confident enough to write for, however, if you have another character in mind from the HOTD universe, please ask then I’ll see if I can do it ♡

genre’s I am open to write:

Fluff

Angst

Crack! Fics

Hurt/comfort

Soulmate AUs

Songfics

Drabbles

Prompts

Platonic! Fics

Headcanons

Blurbs

NSFW! (see do’s and don’ts, MDNI w 18+ fics!)

Will be updated as time goes on*

do’s and don’ts:

↳ I would like to start off by pointing out that yes, this is an HOTD centered account and the fics I would be writing will definitely involve canon-typical incest and violence and graphic scenes and others regarding nsfw, so if you are uncomfortable with that, please refrain from reading <3 but are all of my fics going to be NSFW? Nope! I would love to write and explore different genres if I am able.

↳ For requesting, please be specific as it's hard to come up with a plot at times when I don’t have my creative juices flowing T^T

(Be specific in who would you want me to write, and the kind of genre/s you want to see happen as well as what gender you want the reader to be. If none was stated, I would then decide to make the reader gender neutral.)

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↳ Regarding NSFW!! I’m still experimenting on writing smut and uh all the crazy kinks involved in it, but I would like to give writing nsfw a try if ever presented the opportunity :) however, I would like to advise minors to please not read any of my fics labeled with 18+ content!

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thephantomcasebook · 7 months ago

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I am sooo disappointed in S2 HOTD, and now I understand why you were warning us about S2 writing. I encourage you to watch Ben Shapiro's S2 review of HOTD. Everything he states hits the point as I feel of S2 writing. But I really feel that if Miguel was still on S2 he would basically steer the ship right, as in writing and direction of the story. Sara Hess needs to be fired definitely. But I don't understand why you don't like Miguel, once he gave us a solid S1. If you want audience to understand why Aemond turned evil from S1, then show us when he immediately returned from Storm's End and Alicent and Otto argue the stupidity in Aemond's decision to kill Luke, once Aegon was offering peace terms to Rhae Rhae. Please explain why you hate Miguel.

I hate Spotchnik because he is the sire of all the bullshit of Season 2.

People, fundamentally, don't understand this point. Sara Hess was not on the original writing staff of HOTD. There was no original writing staff for HOTD. There was Ryan Condal and GRRM that wrote all of the scripts for Season 1.

Sarah Hess was brought on by Spotchnik and his wife as a producer to hack up and rewrite Condal and GRRM's original scripts in order to fit with the overall narrative that Spotchnik (and mostly his wife) wanted to tell in the story.

Sara Hess rewrote and reworked elements of Condal and GRRM's scripts during shooting.

Things such as Criston Cole being a thug rather than the most dangerous man in Westros. Turning Alicent and Rhaenyra's rivalry in the original scripts into a closeted lesbian romance.

Example:

A.) In 1x08 there was no rape of a maid by Aegon. Aegon is introduced in the Condal and GRRM script as having to be collected from a brothel and dragged back to the Red Keep where Alicent scolds him for neglecting Helaena and embarrassing her by his frat boy antics in public.

Sara Hess is on record saying that she and Spotchnik did not jive with Aegon just being a whoring, lazy, drunk. And they wanted to make him more villainous in order to show how Alicent is perpetuating "The Patriarchy" by covering up a rape.

B.) There was no fighting pits in 1x09. In the original script by GRRM and Condal. Aegon is abducted from a tavern while drunk by Misaria and is used as leverage by Misaria for more privileges in Otto's service - not to stop the fighting pits.

Sara Hess wrote Aegon to be involved in fighting pits cause it was "Game of Thrones" - which is her excuse for every bad writing decision she made.

All of 1x09 was rewritten and restructured by Sara Hess at the behest of Spotchnik in order to make the Greens bad. From the awful scene between Alicent and Rhaenys, to Aegon's fighting pits, and the Dragon Pit Massacre.

Tom Glynn-Carney told the story about how he had it out with Sara Hess and Spotchnik when they added the rape scene in 1x08 that wasn't there during the table read. He told them them they were kneecapping Aegon and giving him nowhere to go. To this Spotchnik told him to shut up and do his job as he his told to do it.

My point is that Sara Hess was the hatchet woman of Miguel Spotchnik and his wife. She was brought in by them to purposefully fill HOTD with their sanctimonious bullshit political agenda.

Spotchnik was fired, not because of his wife, but because the new heads of HBO after the merger with Discovery and Warner sent back his Season 2 treatment and told him to start again. Spotchnik threw a massive tantrum because the previous heads of HBO gave him free reign to do whatever he wanted with Artistic Freedom. But the new heads of the studio did not agree to those terms. So he quit and cried like bitch on the way out. And HBO did him a solid by not telling anyone how bad his Season 2 treatments really were.

And since I've read them, I can tell you they're some of the most righteous trash you'll ever read.

Everything you hate about Season 2 is a symptom of a disease that Miguel Spotchnik bio-engineered and spread from bringing on Sara Hess to hiring Olivia Cooke and Emma D'Arcy for their identity and political activism rather than talent.

The taint of Spotchnik's and his wife's vision of HOTD remains long after they've been booted. Mostly because they never got rid of Sara Hess who was the main scribe to most of the bullshit in Season 1 that doomed Season 2.

Two heads of the Hydra were chopped off but one still remains to blight the countryside.

#House of the Dragon #Miguel Spotchnik #Sara Hess #tom glynn carney #Aegon II Targaryen

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lemoncakesandwine · 1 month ago

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Pairing: Aegon I Targaryen/Rhaenys Targaryen

Themes: Smut | Outer Space/Space Exploration | Science Fiction and Fantasy

Wordcount: 2.2k words

Summary: A strange plant found on a strange new world brings forth a pairing forbidden by law and custom. (Or, what happens on the DSS Balerion, stays on the DSS Balerion)

A/n 1: This is part one of my contribuion to @ewanmitchellcrumbs Big Fucking Stupid Sex Pollen Writing Challenge. A second story for this challenge will be posted on my other blog (date of posting TBA)

This is now available on AO3

Minors DNI | 18+

When Aegon stepped inside the threshold of his shuttle’s little bio-hold, he found his sister seated by the table, peering intently at the mysterious plant they had collected from a clearing nearby. She was twisting the table’s floating arm light this way and that and scribbling down all that she observed on her e-pad, so she could return to them later.

"Visenya will have your hide when we go back and she finds out you toyed with that thing instead of leaving it in its containment cube," Aegon declared, anxious. The plant appeared harmless enough, with its green and silver leaves, waxy white flowers, and slender roots nestled amidst the soil of a jet and crimson container, but what did he know? Much of the new world they found could pose a danger to them. "And she’ll have you quarantined for doing it in just those overalls instead of a proper suit.” He hurried to a set of steel drawers by the side of the door and fished out a mask. It was snug when he put it on and drew it over his nose and lips. “Put that plant where it belongs, Rhaenys. That's an order."

"No," Rhaenys said, her voice muffled by the mask she wore. She continued writing her notes, believing herself to be safe. “I’m not finished.”

Aegon stalked to her, his arms folded across his chest. “Rhaenys, I insist. Put that plant where it belongs immediately.”

“Not this again,” Rhaenys muttered, frustrated. Here was another discovery no one besides them had seen, and Aegon demanded that she just put it away just like all the rest. "Where is your sense of wonder, brother?" She challenged, dropping her stylus and swiveling her chair around to look at him. Her purple eyes glittered. "Don't you want to study this for yourself, up close, before our scientists confine it behind the walls of their lab?"

Aegon sighed. Rhaenys was curious about everyone and everything. According to their older sister, Visenya, she was too curious for her own damn good. One day, Visenya had once proclaimed over a family dinner, that curiosity would bring an unimaginable amount of trouble down on all their heads, and none of them would know how to get themselves out of it. Aegon was now firmly convinced the day Visenya spoke of was close at hand.

"My sense of curiosity is just fine, sister," he returned, though not unkindly. Rhaenys was his sister, not just some random underling from the Dragonstone. “But I think our safety is more important. Put that away. Go on.”

“Fine,” Rhaenys grumbled. She picked up the plant and rose. Its flowers and leaves rustled with the movement. A spray of tiny specks fell from between the petals and floated up with the current. They were so small even the bio-hold’s scanner did not detect them. “I’ll do as you ask.”

“Thank you,” Aegon answered, relieved.

Rhaenys huffed and crossed to the opposite end of the room. Row after row of rectangular containment cubes made of reinforced glass and hardy steel lay neatly stacked over each other along the wall. Many of them were already full of unheard of specimens. Among the empty ones, a few were above her, within Aegon's reach but just beyond hers. So, she settled for one of the middle cubes instead, and punched a series of symbols and numbers on its keypad. The cube’s lid hissed softly and swung open.

“There it is,” she murmured, sliding the plant in. “All safe and sound.”

Aegon strode to her side. “Not yet, it is,” he said, and entered the passcode from before. Then he entered a second passcode after the lid closed, preventing his sister from accessing any of the the cubes without the counter-code only he knew. Rhaenys whirled around to face him, her eyes narrowed to thin slits.

“I’ll make you pay for that,” she promised, wagging a finger at him.

Aegon chuckled. “I’d like to see you try,” he teased, and peeled off the mask he wore.

He held out his hand and waited patiently until Rhaenys divested herself of her mask and gloves and surrendered them to him. All of it was thrown into a nearby incinerator bin without ceremony. Fire burst into life inside. They could hear its faint whoosh while it lasted. Then it died, and the room quieted once more.

“How many more days are we supposed to stay here before we go back?” Rhaenys asked after returning to her seat. She stretched her legs and took a deep, invigorating breath. The air smelled mostly clean and sterile, almost like the hospital bay of the Dragonstone, but there was a peculiar and sweet undertone to it. It was not there before, and it was something her training could not identify. She took another breath, hoping to locate the source of the scent, until it suddenly overwhelmed her, and made it almost impossible for her to think.

“Ohhh,” she inhaled sharply and slumped forward, her fingers nearly digging through the fabric of her uniform and into her knees while she struggled to compose herself and clear her head. She did not understand what had come over her. Her blood thrummed behind her ears, nearly drowning out all else. Her body burned, though not from any illness. It was the heat that came from lust, the kind that had to be satisfied without delay. Aegon rushed to her, alarmed by her reaction, and got down to his haunches.

“Rhaenys,” he called, grabbing her by the shoulder and shaking her. “Rhaenys, are you alright?”

Rhaenys lifted her head and looked at him. Her pupils had dilated to the point where her eyes were more black than purple. Her lips were slightly parted, and her brow was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It was as if she had ingested a potent drug. “Can’t you smell it, brother?” She all but purred at him.

Aegon stood and sniffed, though he did not comprehend the mistake of him doing so until it was too late.

The effect of the strange fragrance drifting in the room took longer to seep into him than it did with Rhaenys, but he sensed it all the same in the furious pounding of his heart and in his ragged, erratic breathing. Aegon turned to face his sister, unable to make sense of what was happening to them, and found her watching him in a way she had never done before. It was the look one only ever gave a lover, when one was about to take them to bed and ravish them. And Aegon found himself overcome with a need to hold her and indulge whatever it was that she craved from him. Still, he did his best to suppress the idea, for it was wrong. What his sister was plainly feeling was wrong. What he was beginning to feel was wrong. He knew he ought to back away, lest either of them acted on the unknown impulse that had sunk its unseen claws into them and made them its unwitting prisoners. And he tried. The gods alone knew how much he tried. No, he wanted to tell her. We must not do this. I'll leave and call for help.

In the end, he could not bring himself to leave. Whatever it was that made them feel the things they did kept him rooted to where he was.

Rhaenys reached out and took his hand into hers. What she wanted from him went against everything she was taught and made to believe in. The ways of Valyria died when Valyria split asunder and the glorious capital of the vast freehold exploded in a violent tumult of flame and stone, she had been told. The families that survived put an end to the practice of encouraging romantic bonds between brother and sister, she was also told. Nevertheless, she could no longer ignore what was surging just beneath her skin. It had become unbearable to the point of causing her pain.

“Please, Aegon,” she entreated weakly. She needed relief, and only her brother was near enough to help her. “I need you now.”

It was enough to bring down what semblance of a defense he had. Aegon muttered an oath and dragged Rhaenys up and into his embrace. He kissed her long and hard and deep, his fingers fumbling with the zip going down her outfit. But he finally succeeded, and Rhaenys was more exposed to his touch. Then he dipped his head.

Rhaenys shivered when his mouth pressed down on the crook of her neck. It was far from gentle, mostly teeth and tongue, and certain to leave its mark. Yet she hungered for it, and all that would come about as a result of it. She clutched at Aegon’s back, cooing words of encouragement and begging him to not stop with just kisses.

Aegon did not stop. He was not content with just a kiss. He could not be content with just a kiss, not with such a fiery desire coursing through his veins. He stepped back and went to work undressing himself instead. “Take all of that off,” he ordered, tugging down on the sleeves of his suit. “Now.”

Rhaenys obeyed. She stooped to unlace her boots, her fingers just as clumsy as Aegon’s had been. Yet she still managed, and her suit, singlet, leggings, and underwear all joined it in a disheveled pile. When she straightened herself, she flushed. Aegon was standing before her, just as exposed as she was, his arousal plain to see. He took her into his arms once more, and instead of just kissing her, he backed her up against the table, cleared the surface with a single sweep of the hand, and lifted her up. Rhaenys did not even stop to worry about the things that fell to the ground in a loud clatter. She spread her legs when Aegon set her down on the edge and ran her hands all over his body. Every inch of him was corded muscle, and the feel of them trembling beneath her touch made her want them crushing her as he took her and gave her the release she so desperately needed. Without another word or a further moment’s hesitation, she took his length in hand and guided him inside of her.

Whatever shame and reservation Aegon had over what he was doing disappeared when he sank himself inside the lush and welcoming heat of Rhaenys’s body. He buried his face in her hair, thinking how perfect she was against him, and he kept still for a moment, relishing all that he felt against his wandering palm: the soft swell of her breasts, the slender curves at her waist and hip, and the rise and fall of her belly with each breath. Rhaenys mewled—shamelessly and wantonly—each time the flat of his hand found some new place to explore. It was as if every part of her had been set ablaze, and his touch heightened what she already felt.

“Hurry,” she breathed, writhing against him and clutching frantically at his sides. “Please hurry.”

Hurry, she had said. Aegon held her close, pulled his hips back, and then pushed them in, grunting out his pleasure as he did so. The table creaked in protest every time he thrust, but he was too far gone to care. He drove into Rhaenys relentlessly, delighting in each moan and whimper and whine that parted her lips. Never had he thought one forbidden to him could feel so good, yet there he was, savoring every sound his sister made, the sweet warmth of her breath, and the sharpness of her nails as they raked into his flesh. And when he had finally taken her over the peak, when he felt her tighten around him, he let himself go, and emptied himself of his spend.

The fog that clouded his mind cleared slowly. Aegon opened his eyes, wondering if he was waking up from a dream. And he discovered that he was not. Rhaenys was still against him, her limbs still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. He drew back, his cock slipping out of her with a soft, wet sound.

“Are you alright?” he questioned, brushing stray locks away from her face. Through her half-opened eyes, he saw her pupils were still more black than purple. His dark and extraordinary experience may have come to an end, but it was clear hers was far from finished. He would investigate the cause of their unusual behavior later, after Rhaenys settled down to rest. “Do you want to go to my bedroom? You’d be more comfortable there.”

“I’d like that,” Rhaenys said. She drifted into a brief state of relaxation when Aegon scooped her up and carried her. “If I find myself needing you again, will you say yes?”

“I will,” Aegon said, unwilling to refuse her. She was still caught in the hold of the unseen substance that had ensnared them both earlier, and he was the only other person present to help. And there was no point in refusing her need for more of him. They had already crossed a line; they might as well make the most of the situation they found themselves in. “If you need me, you should only ask.” He stopped by the door and spoke aloud a command. It lifted without a sound. “But you’re going to drink your moon tea afterwards. I’ll make sure that you do. Do you hear me?”

“Fine,” Rhaenys groused feebly. But she smiled, and rested her head against his shoulder.

Original image from Pixabay

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ashblooddragons · 6 months ago

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Requests are open!

i have a couple rules with my requests.

1 the characters, I'll write for, Maegor, Daemon, Aemond, Aegon, Cregan, and Gwyane, and Otto. I don't write for the female characters as I find it a bit harder to do (even though I'm bi female leaning) and I won't do it for Jace, Baela, and definitely not Luc as I don't like writing for them as I find them too young and it's hard for me to age them up for some reason.

2 if it's a oc give me a name and their house, please give their personalty as well so I can try my best. if you don't say its a oc I'll make it a reader fic where they are aart of a house of my choosing if you don't specify.

3 please give what you want. I've gotten anon requests like "Daemon x sister reader please" or "Aemond x Strong niece reader after the dinner" that doesn't give me much to work with if anything so tell me. if its smut give me the kinks you want, ie, breeding, soft love making, riding, semi public sexs. this helps me make it as close to what you want.

4 I will not write about rape especially the act of it. I will not allow racism or sexism.

5 if I don't like the request I can delete it, just because you asked does not mean I will make it. If you think your request will make me uncomfortable don't use the Anon so get can message you and we can figure out a way for me to make it so were both happy and both feel comfortable

6 I will make them at my own pace. as my bio says I'm dyslexic so I will take time to write especially since I'm now working on 3 fics.

7 do not dm me asking for a fic! it will only lead to you being blocked.

and finally be kind, I'll get to them when I get to them but as I'm now working on 3 fics it will take at least 2 weeks to make and that's if its short.

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hotdaemondtargaryen · 11 months ago

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TOM GLYNN-CARNEY photographed by Nick Tydeman for GQ magazine.

The interview for GQ.

— talking about clothing style and fashion:

"I like the clothes that I wear in my personal life so that’s why I try to incorporate them into [press looks].”

“They’re a bit of me. That’s how I like to go about doing press: just be authentic as best as I can.”

“Sustainability is a big thing in my life, it’s something I’m very passionate about.”

“The whole idea of single-use outfits just grinds my gears, it’s totally unnecessary.”

He and his stylist Tom O’Dell have spent the year browsing vintage markets and second-hand stores for unique pieces they can fuse together for a big look.

“It’s all preloved and it tells a story – not just from a sustainability point of view but it’s about its character and how things have aged.”

— talking about king aegon ii targaryen in 'house of the dragon' S2:

“You can take the character on a full arc and find lots of different colours to his palette, which is always interesting from an actor’s point of view."

"I feel like by the end of season two, I know Aegon so much more than I did at the end of season one.”

“I feel like on that set, it’s such an ensemble-led project and everybody has their own moment. There doesn’t feel like any hierarchy in that sense but, obviously, when I put the crown on my head, I’ve got to convince myself I’m more important.”

— the serious answer: Tom Glynn-Carney lives in the countryside now, his instagram bio reads ‘aspiring farmer’:

“If I’m out by the woodshed I’m gonna get caked in all sorts of crap so [I wear] stuff that I’m not too precious about.”

“I don’t think I own anything that’s new anymore, I’ve tried to weed that out, and any new purchase is always second-hand.”

It also helps that he has Joe Mills, his grooming guy, on-hand too.

— Tom Glynn-Carney’s fit for the 'House of Dragon' S2 London premiere, is something he’s already worn before:

“It’s a 1970s pinstripe suit. It’s brown with caramel pinstripe, high-waisted, slightly flared trousers.”

“I wore it for a stock photoshoot a few months back and I liked it so much I wanted to nail that on for one of the major looks for this tour.”

He found a dream stylist in the form of O’Dell, who specialises in second-hand clothing and has connections with vintage stores all over Europe:

“His studio is just a Mecca for all of that stuff.”

“I trust him wholeheartedly to be able to point me in the right direction.”

— About the influence that inspired Fabien Frankel on the red carpet:

“For the record, [Fabien] copied me, so write that down!”

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horizon-verizon · 7 months ago

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Nettles is Daemon’s daughter and absolutely no one can convince me otherwise. First of all, her personality is incredibly similar to Daemon’s mother, Alyssa, which I don’t think is a coincidence. Both are anything but refined and ladylike, Alyssa is “as bawdy a wench as any barmaid in King’s Landing, as she herself was fond of boasting”, Nettles is “a filthy girl with an even filthier mouth”, both are tearaway tomboys, they are both described as not conventionally attractive, Alyssa has a broken nose and mismatched eyes while Nettles has a scarred nose and crooked teeth. And not only Alyssa, but also Baelon’s bravery, bopping Balerion on the nose, Baela and Daemon’s personalities all echo in Nettles, particularly in how she tames Sheepstealer. There are too many similarities between them for it to be random.

Second of all, if we look at Daemon’s reaction to “Rhaenyra’s” letter, there’s something a lot of people miss:

The prince greeted me politely, but as he read I saw the joy go from his eyes, and a sadness descended upon him, like a weight too heavy to be borne. When the girl asked what was in the letter, he said, ‘A queen’s words, a whore’s work.’

He was happy when he got a letter from his queen and wife, but became very sad when he read its contents, he was crushed with grief. He then blamed Mysaria for the content of the letter. This reveals several things:

1. If he lost attraction to Rhaenyra and was cheating on her, why would he be happy to get her letter ?

2. If he didn’t care about Rhaenyra, why would he be sad instead of angry ? Why did he feel no guilt or shame, or try to cover up the truth if he was cheating ?

3. If all he wanted to do was control Rhaenyra as a puppet, if he only cared about himself having power, why didn’t he fly back to King’s Landing after letting Nettles escape and come up with a way to gaslight Rhaenyra, who at this point was beginning to lose her handle on King’s Landing ? Wouldn’t he have wanted to prioritize winning the war ? Persuade Rhaenyra to name their son Aegon heir instead of Joffrey ?

4. A “weight too heavy to be borne.” That isn’t the reaction of a man who got caught cheating and regrets it, it’s the reaction of a man devastated that his queen and wife lost faith in him and made him choose between her and his daughter.

He blames Mysaria for the letter, instead of getting angry at Rhaenyra herself. Why is that ? Because he lived with Rhaenyra in an unconventional joint family for a decade and yet Rhaenyra is unable to accept Nettles and doesn’t trust him anymore. Rhaenyra and Daemon raised all of their children together. He likely expected that he’d be able to officially introduce Nettles as his daughter after the war. But those plans were dashed terribly.

Yeah, it's exhausting to point out all of the things you say abt Mysaria, Nettles, and Daemon time and time again over the past few years to people. As for Nettles being Daemon's bio daughter, I truly believe in it. At first I was like "🤨" but then "🤔" and now I've been on board for a while. It just makes sense to me, esp when you contemplate that Daemon absolutely would have been sleeping around on Rhea while a few feet/miles from the Stepstones or slept with some pirate or whatever. And yes, it adds so much to see Nettles act Baela-Daemon-like or have more...room to behave contrary to the ideal "lady" when she's had to look out for herself perhaps from very young childhood.

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