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callahanisms · 2 years ago

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Hi can I request headcanons for HOTD where they fall into their crush’s breast and what would their reactions be?

hi! of course you may. some of these might sound a little awkward? mostly because i feel like most of the characters would be a little more graceful. so for some of them it's not exactly falling and more like leaning into.

ser criston cole

ser criston was a man of grace. or so he would like to believe. in truth, he was a bit clumsy outside of battle. after all, the feet needed for battle was much different than the feet needed for dancing. today was a festival for the mother, a very important day for people who worshipped the seven. but it was especially important considering queen alicent’s ascension into unofficial power, acting in accordance to her husband. she was, after all, the mother of the realm. you invited ser criston to dance with you, which he found unacceptable. but alicent insisted he take the night off, have some fun. there were other kingsguard to make sure she was safe. and when he danced with you, he fumbled a bit. and somehow, after tripping over his own feet, he lands in your chest. you’ve never seen a man get so embarrassed and red, as if he was already drunk. he apologized profusely afterwards for his...accident, we’ll say.

“i...i am so sorry. my apologies (y/n). i didn’t mean to be...indecent. i greatly respect you and it was not my intention.”

daemon targaryen

daemon’s tired and exhausted after a long day of work. so when he comes to visit you in your room, you’re surprised to hear him say that he doesn’t want anything. things were not going his way and he placed a heftier pouch of coins than usual, telling you he just wanted your presence. you sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he strips down to his undershirt. and then, he approaches you, falling into your chest face first. you ask if he’s comfortable and he lets out a muffled response, which you interpretted as my brother is a thorn in my side. of course, daemon’s liked you for some time now. but he doesn’t feel anything but peace when he lays on you. he just sits there, basking in the comfort of your presence.

“my brother aims to be rid of me. but i see those men for who they truly are, especially the hand. alas, i do not want to talk politics. your chest is almost too comfortable.”

rhaenyra targaryen

not many people would choose to ride with the princess. but syrax was now big enough to fit two people and of course, rhaenyra asks you to ride with her. as someone sworn to protect her (secretly, of course, an oath you swore to queen aemma during her final days), you agreed to go with her. considering that you were the more sturdy of the two of you, you sat behind rhaenyra. syrax ascended into the sky and naturally, she leans back into you. but you fail to notice the way her cheeks dust pink, how she realizes that beneath her head at the moment is your chest. it’s almost too embarrassing for her, to be nestled between the chest of someone she cared about on a romantic level. by the time syrax levels out, she’s quiet with embarrassment which is unusual.

“i’m. ahem. i’m just fine (y/n). it’s a bit chillier up here than usual, which is to be expected since the seasons have begun to shift.”

alicent hightower

pregnancy was exhausting. of course it would be! her body was changing, organs being crushed against one another, her own bones being taken by her child. alicent just needed to lay down. she had been walking all day, somehow, without rest for her sore feet and aching muscles. she found you reading at the godswood, studying for your exam most likely. and she approaches you, asking about your day. of course, you’re taken by surprise. the queen after all is asking for you. she’s always asking for you it seems and you were blind to the fact that she desired you, wanted you. of course, her father’s agenda would not let her pursue you outside of secret meetings and subtle hints (which you did not get). seeing how lethargic she looked, you offered her to lay on you, as a buffer between her body and the rough wood. she was all too eager to take it, sitting down between your legs and laying back. it wasn’t until a few minutes later did she realize just where she had laid her head.

“i am perfectly fine (y/n)! thank you for your concern. i am just...tired. aegon is a boy with too much energy and i cannot keep up in this state.”

aegon targaryen

it’s not unlike him to be drunkenly wandering the red keep late into the hour. most people tend to shrug the prince off since this was common place. but you were surprised to see him open the door to your room and shut it behind him. aegon has this wide grin on his face. it wasn’t the sadistic kind of grin that you were used to seeing from him, but kind of...sad? and lovelorn. he mutters something as he crawls onto the bed and hugs you, burying his face deep within your chest. you let out a small sigh and run your fingers through his hair, letting him mumble to himself and fall asleep. he doesn’t even have a reaction in the morning when he wakes up, still in the same place. all he knows is that he likes you.

“the duties expected of a prince are too much. i wish to run away and drink only wine and ale and eat only bread. a life of luxury.”

aemond targaryen

you were very much a fighter. it was for that reason that aemond became obsessed with you. he wanted to best you in combat since he was a young boy. you always seemed to beat him. not this time. he has surpassed your skill level. and to be fair, the last time you saw him was years ago after his scar had finally healed up. he was a handsome young man and he had an obsession with you that reached deeper than just merely besting you. there had been rumors that you were to be with his older siblings (helaena or aegon, the details were fuzzy). and helaena quickly deduced from the way he talked about you that he was smitten. she teased him lightly of course and he denied it. but he couldn’t deny it that afternoon when he finally bested you, having you pinned to the ground and the side of a dagger pressing lightly against your skin. yield. is what he said before being kicked down. and falling into your chest. not squarely in the middle, a bit above it. but he feels it nonetheless and never have you seen a man move so quickly, getting off of you to throw something at his brother.

“helaena, it was a disaster. after all these years, i finally best (y/n) only for aegon to come ruin the moment. what do i do? what if (y/n) thinks i’m indecent and not a proper man?”

helaena targaryen

helaena just needed to reach for something that happened to be above you. she was conducting her own research and needed a book to refer to. you just happened to be there and she had already started reaching, getting on her tippy toes. it was then she leaned forward a bit too much and placing her face in your chest. you fail to notice how flustered she gets, only turning your head slightly to reach up and get the book she needed. thank the gods you were oblivious. she would probably collapse from embarrassment if she knew you saw how red she was.

“i am not sick aemond! i am healthy. something...happened in the library. with (y/n). and before you get angry and jump to conclusions, please let me explain.”

jacaerys velaryon

you have been seeing the prince for a while now. being on dragonstone was still surreal to you. nevertheless, the two of you spent a lot of time at the beaches of dragonstone, soaking in each other’s presence and enjoying each other’s banter. but you failed to notice the inkling of attraction developing in jace’s eyes whenever he looked at you. he always looked forward to seeing you. what happened was so sudden: he just tripped over something and you caught him, his face buried in your chest. his ears went bright red and you figured it was because jace, usually light on his feet, managed to trip over nothing (perhaps your own habits were rubbing off onto him). he apologizes afterwards and his ears deepen in color at your light teasing.

“it’s...it’s not that funny! someone could witness us and think the wrong thing!....of course i do not care what others think! i just worry...for you.”

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theunburntsblog · 1 year ago

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HOTD HEADCANNONS

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I would like to note I haven't exactly finished got or hotd, but I do know the spoilers.

I just have a hard time watching shows for a long period of time, but I will eventually get to it until then. Here's my gender neutral reader headcannons on HOTD characters thus far.

Also, I'm very conflicted on some characters ermm (daemon and aegon ii) turns around. But in the faith of you guys... I guess I'll engage. If some of your favorite characters aren't here, just request them!!

Reader is non-specific, and no pronouns are used within this! It's implied that the reader is of a Noble House (ex. lannister, stark, mytrell, baratheon, etc)

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ALICENT HIGHTOWER

Alicent would sure be a devoted and lovely wife. She puts her trust in you, does her duties, and is a very witful person.

Very religious to the faith would want a partner to at least respect her faith between the new gods.

Her favorite nicknames for you would be "Dove, Sweeting, Jewel and Darling"

Brings a very soothing maternal presence, it feels like you can tell her anything, and she would give you advice without judgment.

Presses gentle kisses onto your face if you were to leave to do training or something of the sort.

Very protective over you as well, even if she's not equipped with weaponry well. If she has to defend you, she definitely will.

Even if she's upset with your decisions, she would always be there and treat you no differently.

Her favorite sound is your laughter. Her love for you brightens every time she hears that laugh of yours.

She is not the best at expressing herself when it comes down to feelings, but she tries.

Her love languages would be acts of service and words for affirmations. She cares more about kind words and gestures than gifts.

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AEGON II TARGARYEN

Oh boy.. Aegon is a quite difficult one to especially with all of the drinking and brothels he devotes his time too.

It definitely will not be an easy time being his lover. His issues strive from the pressure and weight of being the rightful 'king' (ermmm okay aegon) mainly steming from his mother (love u Ali tho) and grandsire.

He only really thinks you're there for a way to either gain power or his cock which (let's be fr nobody want all that) Sex is one thing, love and trust is whole other thing.

I feel like he would be pretty needy stemming from how his father neglects him.

He has his moods and his moments, I bet you could console him quite easily although.

A very tactical lover always has to be touching you in some way. He craves to be held while you're in bed together, but he will never admit that.

Alicent would have to give him advice on how to treat you properly cause Lord Save us all he would not be a good partner.

Will not be faithful to you.. sorry not sorry

HELAENA TARGARYEN

Helaena has her quirks nonetheless, but that doesn't stop her from being a genuine good soul. She's a sweetheart in all honestly.

Helaena is a very curious girl. If you haven't originated from King's landing, I'm sure she would love to hear about your heritages.

She just needs someone to listen to her, about her bugs and about her riddles.

I believe she would tell you all about insects, I also think she would embroiderate insect brooches for you to wear proudly onto your coats.

I also believe she would tell you what insect really reminds her of you. Explaining why, in all detail, why she sees you as such.

I believe she would go to you to reconcile her about her visions as you're the only real one to understand her dismay.

I would suggest giving kindness back and start to court the princess.

I also would like to believe she's a huge bookworm, especially about mythology or nature.

Her love languages would be gift giving and quality time. She appreciates your company even if you both have nothing to say.

Patience is very key here. She doesn't like physical touch, and when she wants it, let her initiate it first. She doesn't like sudden loud noises or touches it makes her overwhelmed.

I believe she might be a poet as well from all of her riddles. She might journal to explore her dragon dreams and her other thoughts, respectively.

Over time, I think she would be the one to initiate small touches such as hands brushing against each other, small hugs, gentle kisses upon the cheeks, forehead, and lips.

bestest girl to you and will always be willing to listen to your thoughts and feelings.

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AEMOND TARGARYEN

Aemond will not be easy to love. After losing his eye, he had changed. He wasn't the sweet boy of his mother it was like he did a whole 180.

He will form a bond with you, and it will be VERYY slowburn.

He spends his time training, sparing, reading, and educating and doing all of the things Aegon doesn't do. (Which is a lot thx egg ig) I don't think he would be fond of you first it's like hes a thorn in your backside.

I feel like I would relate him to Daemon in the way that love doesn't come too easy for him.

He is quite wary of people, and at the beginning, you'll never see him without his eyepatch. It takes a lot of time for him to trust you with seeing his abnormality. He finds himself disgusting, I think only time will get him to find that his eye isn't ugly.

Also, a very jealous person, quick to anger to quick to act with emotions.

However, once you catch his eye. He'll come a bit possessive yet passionate towards you.

I feel like he would be very grateful if you were to meet Vhagar for the first time as Vhagar is almost like his second home.

He isn't used to kindness that doesn't come from his mother and sister.

A very observant lover loves to study your body language as he admires your features.

Paranoid that you'll find him ugly without his eyepatch on. He will mostly hide his scar the best he can, even if it's unbearable, or he will continue wearing it while he's aching.

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

She would be the most loving partner, Even with all of her duties as Heir/Queen, she will always make time for you and her family.

I feel as if her love would be very maternal in a way(?) Honestly, like she would check up on you and make sure you're doing well. After a long way, she would lay with you, her hands gently massaging your scalp, and she reads a book.

I believe she would want someone who would not only protect her but her children as well. Not that she needs protecting. It's just a loyalty sort of thing.

Speaking of children, I feel like she would want for her lover to not only accept the boys in open arms but to be a parent figure of sorts.

Extremely loyal in the sense of defending your name.

I believe her love languages would be: physical touch, words of affirmations, and acts of services.

She's a very passionate and romantic lover. She tends to you when she can and makes sure to check in with you a lot.

I feel like she would talk about rumors and stuff going on in court with you, wanting to hear how you would approach the situation and your thoughts about it in general.

DAEMON TARGARYEN

Daemon is a very complicated man in general. Gaining his trust will be one thing. His love? Another.

He is known for preferring old valyria descendents, he has a common way of going to brothels and fucking whores. A marriage or love between him will not be an easy one.

The Rogue Prince is known to be unpredictable and harsh with his methods. I would use this to your advantage.

Your marriage/love will not be perfect as the blood of the dragon is strong. He might be yours, but he's a dragon first.

I feel like he would hold walls to withdraw from the emotions he deems as weak. Cracking these walls is a task end of itself. However, patience will be key. You might have to muster some dragonfire from yourself, I think he prefers to have someone who can manage his fire, but who can also light fire themselves.

He is a very difficult man with strange needs, I think it's best to meet with his roots. Learning High Valyrian, meeting 'The Blood Wyrm', conditioning old valyrian values. That's the best bet to really gain structure into this relationship.

He will not be tied down by marriage duty. He craves excitement and bloodshed. You will have to acknowledge that.

The best way to bond with him is to sit down into bed and let him read to you of his heritage. He's very proud of it, and nothing will stop that. I think another way to strengthen the relationship is to take flights with him and caraxes.

Once you worked past the walls, he had bulit. I think he would shower you in gifts when he returns from whatever blood 'The Dark Sister' craves. Since it's Daemon, I would probably think sex too ..

His love language will definitely be physical touch. He craves of you at his side, his favorite thing to map out the little 'imperfections' by roaming his hands across your body, spreading sweet kisses as he whispers sweet nothings in high valyrian into your ear.

His favorite nicknames for you would be "my love," "Perzītsos (little flame)," "jorrāeliarza (beloved)"

He's definitely not an easy man, but he will go to hell and back for you. He has odd ways of showing his gratitude and love. However, that will never stop him from unconditionally loving you.

I also assume he would be possessive and easy to anger. Don't get me started on his jealousy. This man does not like other lords or ladies even looking at his beloved.

JACAERYS VELARYON

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This boy is a splitting image of his mother. He's a very loyal man towards his partner. He devotes his time to his duties as heir and as well to spend time with you.

He is quite the gentleman, and assuming you're betrothed to him, he will willingly court you generously.

He showers you with love and loyalty, making sure you're comfortable with him and will never pressure you into something you don't wish to endure.

He showers you with gifts and always listens to your thoughts and feelings.

He wants to spend as much time as he possibly can with being heir, wherever you go he follows.

His gaze always lingers onto you. This man stares at you like you're a part of the gods. He always admires you.

He LOVES to give compliments about your appearance and outfits all the TIME. He loves to praise his beloved, and he makes sure you know how much you mean to him.

Is always touching you in some way, even if it's as simple as your hand brushing against his.

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just-some-random-blogger · 6 months ago

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Street Rat

Aegon was too quick for Aemond. The day he fled him in the town square, he managed to get on a boat to Essos. He finds himself living as a slave, and even, dare he, feels content. Alas, all good things end.

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Aegon did not believe in gods. One of his earliest memories was evidence of their inexistence. It was still just him and his mother then; he was still a star in her night sky and not the thorn at her side.

There was not a day in Aegon's life that he did not see his mother worry. If gods existed, how could seven not grant one of their most devoted a day without worry? Alicent had taken him to the temple to pray. She prayed for many things, for him, for the hand, for the king. She prayed for peace of mind most.

He remembers watching her weep that day. He remembers wiping her tears off her cheeks in a panic.

No, Aegon does not believe in gods, but remembers the day his brother was upon him and he had barely managed to evade his claws. Aemond would have shredded his arm along with his cloak had he been caught, he just knew it; he might have even extended a generous fist to Aegon's face. Yet under his voice, Aegon prayed to the Seven. He prayed to be delivered, he prayed to he escape somewhere the crown could not touch him.

He does not remember much else, save for the sound of his drumming pulse in his ears, but he somehow managed to get on a boat to that somewhere. As he took his first steps on the foreign land, he thought to himself, this must be why his mother prayed so much.

Again, he does remember what happened next, all he recalls is hunger, thirst, and desperation. He remembers gawking eyes. He remembers someone stroking his 'strange colored hair'. He remembers how this someone followed him around trying to convince Aegon to sell him his hair. He vaguely remembers how much he got after his hair was cut, but he clearly remembers the smell of the first meal he had after selling his hair.

What he can tell you, in great detail at that, was the feeling he felt when he heard someone scream-

"DRACARYS!"

Aegon toppled to the ground, falling back into mud. He lifted his eyes, searching for his executioner. His heart raced as he anticipated Vhagar's fury to burn him down. But the sky was clear, and instead a hand reached out to him.

You spoke in a foreign language, and yet he was confused when he understood... barely. He took your hand and you pulled him up. You told him to be careful of... something, then motioned to the street. Then you smiled at him, kindly and softly, and he felt... renewed.

All Aegon could think of in that moment was how such a being, with skin that shined and eyes that glimmered, could be clothed in rags. How could you be filthy yet immaculate?

"DRACARYS!"

Aegon tensed once more, but then you broke away and responded to the call. He watched as you floated down a rubbishy alleyway and the word dracarys was called once more.

He followed after you. He trekked through the garbage and mud in the street, realizing you were more graceful than you appeared, considering his boots stuck to the muck and your shoes did no such thing.

He finally spotted you through an open door. You were speaking to someone, or more accurately you were arguing. In spite of this, he so badly wished it was him you were speaking to.

The next thing he knew, a large man was growling threats his way. It was then he realized he was not the only person gawking at you from outside. You were popular to the peasants, it seemed. He was not surprised. Aegon did not feel compelled to move more than a few steps however.

The meaty man screamed and pointed, ordering him to leave.

The commotion caused you to look outside, and in that moment, he was inspired to speak.

"I want a job," Aegon says in High Valyrian, "I will do anything asked of me. I can clean. I can keep the peasants away from here. I can-" his words go dry when you step outside and tilt your head at him.

You come to the large man's side and raise a brow, "can you read?"

"Yes," Aegon answers instantly.

He realizes when you give him a skeptical look, it perhaps was not the wisest thing to do. Aegon backtracks. After all, he hated reading anyway, "a-a bit. I am not very... good."

You knit your brows, then place a hand on the hulking man's shoulder. He steps away and you beckon Aegon over. Aegon doesn't have to be told twice.

He follows after you, and you take a piece of parchment from the man you had been arguing with. You hand it to him then cross your arms, "can you read this?"

In a quick glance, Aegon can tell it was a list of items written in Valyrian, some he could identify, some he could not. He gives you a quick look then reads out the list slowly. He adds in High Valyrian in the end, "I do not know what some of these are."

"It does not matter," you reply, taking the list from him. You turn back to the other man, "you. Out."

Aegon watches as the man scurries off.

"You," you turn back to him, "you will help me."

That was the day he became a slave to a spice merchant. He was paid a slave's wage but he did not care because he worked the whole day with you.

Not only did you glisten under the sun, but you as well shone from the inside. He would learn soon enough that the cries of dracarys were for you; that was what you were called. When he asked about it, you explained your master named you this because he says there is a great fire inside you. You told Aegon the name was the greatest honor bestowed upon you. He would realize then that slaves bore no names.

Aegon, though unaccustomed to working, would do his best in assisting you. All he did anyway was read out anything you needed him to, and run some errands. In truth, it was harder when he had to vie for your attention from the other slaves. Luckily, he seemed to have earned your favor by doing his work well.

You would share your meals with him, little as they were, because it was clear his own meals were not enough for him. You spoke kindly to him when he could not understand certain words, unlike the other slaves. You somehow even saw potential in him and asked your master to give him a higher job.

Your master-- his master, was known as Veseves the Hard. He did not smile. He did not speak, save when he needed to, and when he did, he consistently sounded irritated. You were unphased by him however, and it was clear it was because your master favored you the most.

You and Aegon stood before Veseves. You explained to him that Aegon's skills were better suited in another job. He looked Aegon up and down then threw a book before his feet. He could barely make out what he says after. Aegon turns to you when you give him nudge. You motion to the book and so he picks it from the floor.

"Come, Dracarys," Veseves says, reaching a hand out to you.

You walk towards him and take his hand, kissing his ring. The man strokes your cheek and says something under his breath.

After this, you both leave, and you tell Aegon to copy all the contents of the book had into a blank one. You usher him into an isolated room and leave him there.

At first, he simply rewrote everything quickly and came to you after, but that was his mistake, as he was rewarded with more work. Eventually, he does not even get to see you, and it drives him mad, mad enough to come knocking at your door in the darkest hour of the night.

"Dracarys," Aegon whispers your name into the corner of the closed door, "it's me, Ae-" he stops himself when he realizes you don't know his him; he has no name here.

The door slowly cracks open. Your face is revealed to him.

Aegon steps back and gawks at you for a moment.

"What is it, book boy?" you groan in Low Valyrian. Your face tells of your exhaustion, and yet Aegon cannot find sympathy to let you sleep without saying what he came here to say.

"I want my previous job again."

Your brows furrow.

"I do not enjoy rewriting hundreds of pages alone in a room," he tells you, stepping forward, "I prefer working with you again."

"It took much for me to get you that position," you open the door wider, "you are paid more now."

"I only want to work here because of you," Aegon retorts, "I will do any job no matter how hard, so long as I see you everyday."

You tilt your head and cross your arms. Your eyes slightly crinkle in amusement, "you speak as if you a hero in a tragedy."

"My life is tragic," Aegon steps into your room, "but I am no hero."

His breath hitches as he pushes his luck and comes close enough that your bodies nearly press together. He does not resist his desires; he reaches out to you, hands landing on your waist, nose brushing against your cheek. He grips your clothes, bunching them in his fists with apparent eagerness to pull them off.

He stomach rolls at how you whimper when he kisses your neck. He is further encouraged when you brush your hands up to his neck.

"Skoros issi ao?" you whisper, hands clutching his cheeks.

Aegon pulls away, dazed.

"What are you," you ask again in Valyrian, thumbs rubbing skin, "if you are not a hero?"

Aegon is too distracted by your lips to respond.

"A spice merchant's slave?" you tilt your head, "or..." your hands brush his ill-cut, short hair and finish off in Westerosi common tongue, "a lost prince without a crown?"

He pulls away from you, as if he burned his hands. He is bewildered, in fact, beyond it.

The both of you stare at each other for a moment. Aegon realizes the mistake in his impulsive reaction.

You speak before he can think of anything to say, "you would be wise to listen to the chatter of rats. Many know there is a hefty prize for one who can hand over a man with violet eyes and silver hair.

"You did well to chop your tresses short, but I doubt the one eyed man, violet eyed and silver haired, would not recognize the blood of his blood."

Aegon's soul is shaken out of his flesh. He steps away from you. His insides churn and his breath grows heavy.

You offer him a pitiful look, "I know what it feels like to run and hide," you reach out to him and take his hand, "I know what it is like to taste freedom... and to fear someone will steal it from you."

Aegon's eyes glisten with fear.

"Do not make your life more tragic by daily fearing getting caught," you swipe the tears that wet his cheeks.

He looks upon your face, searching for signs of treachery, of deception, but your face reflected nothing but the same light it had the day he met you.

So, he listens to every word that spills from your lips. He takes it in like wine and basks in your taste. He listens to your gospels and follows them like a devout worshiper.

The day you let him taste wine directly off your lips, he's remade into an alcoholic. The day you let him taste the salt on your skin, the day your breath mingled with his, he's remade into a new man.

No, Aegon did not believe in gods, but he did believe in you. You were his religion, his compass, his keeper, his love.

At some point, you feared him getting caught more than he did. And as Aegon basked in the feel of your bare thighs straddled around his hips and flush in his palms, you cut his hair to its roots, though in much less ill-manner than the one who cut his hair before.

"Perhaps we should color your hair black," you say between snips.

Aegon examines the line that formed between your brows and can't help the way his lips curl, "shall we?"

You halt cutting.

Aegon chuckles and squeezes your thighs, muttering in High Valyrian, "no one will recognize me."

"I recognized you, prince," you finish off trimming his hair, "you too much give yourself away with how you act. In fact, I wonder if black hair will be enough."

Aegon notices how the worry on your face deepens, he is sobered by it, thus why he confesses the thought that came to mind, "unless I disfigure my face, Ae-- my brother will know me. Tis pointless to color my hair, my love"

You place the tool in your hand on the table nearby. You sigh as you turn back to him, scratching the skin on his shoulders in agitation.

Aegon huffs though his nostrils. He cups your cheeks, "he will not find me."

You say nothing.

"And even if he does, he will take me and you back to Westeros."

You chortle and shake your head before leaning into his touch. You rub your cheek into his hand, lips pulling downward, "I am nameless."

"You are ca--"

"I am a slave, prince," you cut him off, grasping his wrists. You rub his pulse, "it matters little where I am. I will live and die like this, nameless. Better I die in my own land."

He shakes his head, "you are mine. My name shall be yours."

You chuckle, then frown, "I do not know your name."

"Then let me tell you what it-"

"No!" you tighten your grip on him.

Aegon's throat tightens at how your eyes water.

There is frustration in your sigh, there is desperation in your voice, "the less I know about you, the safer we both will be," you whisper. You stare at each other for a moment, then you push yourself off him. You get dressed for the day and mutter in Low Valyrian, "I already know too much."

But the truth was, keeping yourself oblivious did not keep you safe.

Too soon it was clear that you were not safe at all, not even under the roof wherein you resided, for it was your own master that inflicte you the greatest harm.

The horrific part of it all was that Aegon could not do a single thing as it happened.

Veseves was upon you. He laid his hands on you like you were an object and not a living being. He struck you hard, you flung across the room, then he picked you up from the ground which you crumbled, forcing you to your feet by your hair. He was enraged because of Aegon. His murderous intent was because you kept his truth hidden.

"Did I not show you mercy? Did I not let you live in my home? Did I not let you earn your place in the world, slave?" your master asks you in an unnervingly calm manner, all while ripping at your hair.

You sob in agony. You grip your master's wrists, begging him to release you.

"You hid my prince," Veseves points across the room. There, Aegon was being forced on his knees by two large men who had his arms caged in their grip. The slave master continues, "each day the price on his head went down, and each day, you knew this, yet you not give him to me--"

Aegon screams when you are harshly shoved onto the floor. The impact makes your head pound and your vision spin.

"--you disloyal slut," says Veseves before kicking your felled body.

You are winded. You clamour for air as tears fog your eyes.

There was no sound uglier than the Valyrian coming out that man's mouth. Veseves continues to speak in that cursed language, "you desire having your holes filled more than pleasing your master-" he begins to undo his trousers, "-then why don't you do both, whore!"

Aegon's voice pierces through the room as he screams and threatens. He vows to torture the vile creature, to cut off his cock and feed it to him, to imprison him until his last breath, but it falls deaf on Veseves' ears.

You shriek as your master defiles you. He pins you down and abuses your helpless body.

Aegon looks away.

"Oh, prince!" calls the slave master.

Aegon's face is grabbed and turned back to the awful horror.

"If you turn away again-" Veseves pulls out a dagger, "-I will make sure to paint my floors red with the blood of your whore."

In pure desperation, Aegon shakes his head, "please. Stop. Ple-"

Your scream cuts his pleas of short. Aegon's face is released, but his fear for your life pushes him to watch the unwatchable.

And when it was done, Aegon is released. He crawles towards your limp body and fixes your clothes as much as he could. He cradles your body in his arms and weeps in anguish and remorse. You are unresponsive. Your breath is short.

Veseves had no desire to keep you. He meant to throw you out in the streets where he found you after this, but seeing this display enraged him all over again. As Aegon rocked you and kissed your forehead, ire, treachery, jealousy stoked hateful flames inside the man.

With one look at his goon, the slave master orders, "kill Dracarys."

The two men obliges, but not without Aegon putting up a fight.

He did his best to safeguard you from any more violence. You knew you had to move, but the pain in your body was too great.

In the end, you and Aegon were destined to lose, for as the prince heroically took on the two men, your master was the one who delivered your final tragedy through a jagged cut.

The last thing Aegon sees is your tear stained cheeks and the blood that rushed out to stain the floor before he's made unconscious.

When he awakes, it's because of the strong wind whipping against his face. His eyes struggle to take in the brightness of the sun, and it becomes quickly clear to him that he is on dragon back.

Aegon's arms are bound to his torso, his torso is bound to that of the rider in front of him. The long, silver hair hitting his face assures him that he was now a captive of his brother.

Judging by how he had to lean to keep his center, it would seem that Vhagar was still ascending, which meant they just got airborne. A few seconds later, another realization hits him: it was just him and his brother. You were not here.

His body tenses and he begins to wrangle in his spot. Aegon's panic causes Aemond to look over his shoulder.

"Oh, good," Aemond speaks over the wind, "you-"

"STOP! TURN BACK! WE CANNOT LEAVE-" Aegon screeches, wriggling in his bounds.

"We are not turning back!" Aemond hisses, "you've caused more trouble than you're worth! I would have left you a slave, had it not been for our mother who wants you home!"

The one eyed man's vexed chastising falls deaf on Aegon's ears. In fact, he talks over Aemond as he speaks, begging and pleading frantically. His voice cracks as he presses for answers. He asks if Aemond was the one who retrieved him, he asks if he took him and left you, he asks if you were alive, though he knew it was in vain, he asks if he even saw your body, he asks him to turn back and retrieve you. But in truth, Aegon's grief was too great for any of these questions to come out intelligible.

Aemond scowls, "what are you talking about?!"

"DRACARYS!" Aegon cries, "YOU CANNOT LEAVE DRACARYS IN THAT HELLHOLE!"

Aemond quickly gathers that Dracarys was the name of whomever Aegon was so worried about. Clearly, you became his person within the dragged out time he spent away from home.

"TURN BACK, AEMOND," Aegon cries out speak in High Valyrian, "WE CANNOT LEAVE WITHOUT DRACARYS."

Aemond snaps, "I care little for your whore!"

Just as he says this, Aegon catches sight of the city inching towards them, tiny and distant. It completely sets Aegon off.

He screams at the top of his lungs, "UMBAGON! KELIGON!"

Vhagar knew the voice of his master well, but the words 'wait' and 'stop' were unmistakable to her. The dragon screeched in acknowledgement, but did not obey.

Aemond tenses at his ride's reaction. He leans forward and commands, "DOHAERIS, VHAGAR!" Obey.

Vhagar roars as they fly over the city.

"KELIGON!" Aegon's cry rips at throat, "DRACARYS! DRACARYS! DRACARYS, SHIJETRA NYKE!" Forgive me.

The brothers looked in horror at the destruction. Quickly, the sky darkened with smoke. Vhagar roared in delight of her work and Aemond angrily berated his brother, telling him to bask in the hell he delivered upon an entire city.

Aemond elbows him, ordering him to shut his mouth, but Aegon's cries for Dracarys were so visceral and desperate, Vhagar could not deny the command.

And so she parted her jaws and breathed fire upon the entire city beneath her. Aemond could not control her as she circled around the area, assuredly setting ablaze to every building and street until nothing remained.

Aegon goes numb as his senses are bombarded with death. The smell of smoke further encourages his tears, but then, the next moment, his thoughts soothe his guilt. If you were not allowed to live, no one in your city should be either.

Aegon did not believe in gods. He did not believe in anything.

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ichorai · 2 years ago

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the silent storm ; aemond targaryen.

pairing ; aemond targaryen x mute!reader (gender-neutral)

synopsis ; aemond pays you a visit in the library and has a confession to make.

words ; 1.2k

themes ; fluff, mildly suggestive, established relationship (married)

warnings / includes ; mentions of killing/death/violence, reader is one of jasper wylde's many children, aemond being whipped for you <3 also he learned their version of sign language js for you, some kisses but nothing more than that, "i'd burn down the entire world for you" trope, lots of pet names :)

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The candle’s flame warbled as you set it down on the table, bathing the small corner of the library in a dewy, clementine luminescence. You narrowed your eyes at the frayed spines of the arranged historical books, fingers trailing along the dusty shelves.

After several minutes of debating between a tome on the history of dragonkeeping, and a lengthy volume on alchemic remedies, you settled on reading the latter for tonight. You eased down into a rickety wooden chair that did no favors for your back, flipping the old book open with a gentle smile, and began to read.

Not even ten minutes past, your husband’s voice drifted through the library, quietly calling your name.

You reluctantly pulled your attention away from the miraculous works of potions and brews depicted on the yellowing pages, and affectionately rolled your eyes to the side. It was an ongoing joke amongst the court that Aemond physically couldn’t be without you for more than an hour at once. The two of you were scarcely ever seen without one glued to the other’s hip. The Silent Storm and the One-Eyed Dragon, the lords and ladies oft called you and your husband.

With your father, Lord Jasper Wylde, being the Master of Laws, he was usually far too busy for the likes of you. Not to mention that he had four wives and twenty-eight other children to attend to—you were simply known as ‘the quiet one’ in your youth, which soon evolved to the Silent Storm when the court witnessed you beating up one of your older brothers with no restrain when you caught him stealing your coffers, where you kept your silvers.

Imagine your father’s utter shock when Aemond set his sights upon you, proclaiming you to be his almost instantly. Not even three months later, the two of you were wed, and you couldn’t be happier.

“There you are,” the prince said, eye lighting up when he caught sight of you. “I knew I’d find you here.”

You arched a brow. Don’t be so smug. I’m always here, you signed, hands motioning languidly as your lips curved up into an amused grin.

Aemond moved forward to sit beside you, two of his fingers slotting beneath your chin to tilt your face up so he could plant a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. “Yes, yes, you and your beloved books. Hardly a second goes by without your nose buried between pages.”

A humored huff fell from your lungs. You lifted your hands. Sounds like you’re jealous.

Your husband watched you sign, before scoffing. “Me? Jealous of books?”

Worry not, husband. I love you more than I love the library, I promise.

Ironically enough, right after you gestured out your reassurance, you turned right back to your book and began reading once more, missing the tilt of Aemond’s head and the widening, lovesick smile curving the corner of his mouth upward.

“What are you reading?” he asked, peering over your shoulder, before softly laying a kiss against the slope of your neck, lips brushing against the cold metal of the necklace he’d gifted you on your last name day. You smelled of lavender and honey, a scent he’d give anything to drown himself with.

Alchemy, you responded.

“Apologies, my love, I’m afraid I don’t recognize that word,” Aemond whispered into your skin, not unkindly.

You turned back to your husband, eyes soft and patient. You spelled it out for him, having to lightly swat his face away from your neck with a silent laugh just so he’d be able to concentrate.

“Ah, alchemy,” he mumbled, voice rife with affection, drawing you closer to him. “What have I done to deserve someone equally intelligent as they are beautiful?”

Instead of responding, you leaned forward to kiss him, his lips melding gently over yours. You pulled away to plant another kiss to the side of his nose, and a final one right below his leather eyepatch.

I love you, Aemond signed to you, before pressing his enclosed fist right above your beating heart. “Avy jorrāelan. I would burn down the entirety of Westeros at your behest, jelmāzma.�� Storm.

I’d rather you not, but thank you for offering, you replied, brows pulling together incredulously and your shoulders shaking with muted chuckles. A brilliant smile flickered over your expression, the shadows of your face elongated with the candlelight. What brings about such a… violent sentiment?

A beat of silence. Aemond seemed hesitant, his hand coming forth to lovingly stroke your cheek, thumb running along your jaw.

“Promise you won’t be mad at me.”

You blinked at him in a miffed fashion, then narrowed your eyes accusingly. What did you do?

Aemond winced. There was a reason why the court called you the Silent Storm. “Promise me first, darling,” he said, trying his best to placate you.

Fine, sure, I promise. Your gaze was sharp, and Aemond already had a feeling that your words were empty.

“Well, I was training with Criston when I overheard two bumbling, foolish lords passing by—and they were talking about you. Naturally, I stopped sparring and listened to their conversation. It was… an improper debate about whether or not you’d make sound in bed.”

You sighed, used to the giggles and whispers behind your back. The lords and ladies often forgot that just because you were mute, didn’t mean you couldn’t hear them, either.

You killed them, then?

“I killed them,” Aemond confirmed, looking none too sorry about it, either. “Slit both of their throats. I couldn’t stand by and just listen to them insult you in such a way.”

They were jesting! you hurriedly signed, frustrated that your husband had taken such drastic measures without confronting you first. That is what men do, they jest and they speak ill-will and they are pigs about it! There is naught that we can do about their behavior other than a slap on the wrist—you cannot just kill anybody who gets on your nerves! Swear that you won’t do it again. Swear it, Aemond!

“But they were—”

You held a warning finger up, effectively halting him in his protests. The glare you had fixed on him held the intensity of a thousand hurricanes. And what was a dragon in comparison to the might of a storm?

“Yes, my love,” Aemond reluctantly said, biting down on his tongue.

The anger melded over your visage seemed to melt away at his relatively easy acquiescence.

Good boy, you teasingly signed, which earned you a light, ticklish pinch of retaliation to your side. I love you, too, by the way. But if you take another undeserving soul again—I’m going to have to reconsider.

A deep hum fell from his throat, and you were about to gesture some more warnings (borderline threats), but the thoughts were dashed from your mind when he surged forward to kiss you, pushing you up against the bookshelf. His large, spindly hands splayed over your waist and curved along your back.

“Alchemy can wait, can’t it?” he murmured into you, nearly dizzy with yearning.

You shook your head with an exasperated beam, before pulling him forward by the lapels of his coat and slanting your lips against his once again.

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flowerpotmage · 2 years ago

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Latest update for The Ledan can be read here!

Its a lot of work to keep this work updated on tumblr, so going forward I'll be posting links to updates when a new chapter is out. But never fear! I'll still be posting one-shots here as well as Ao3

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alistairtheyrin · 4 months ago

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the bard of riverbrook farm, masterlist

la belle dame sans merci, frank bernard dicksee

aemond targaryen x lowborn!reader

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summary | the people of the riverlands begin to find peace once more as the land recovers from the dance of the dragons. in an unremarkable village, a musician draws the attention of a peculiar stranger

tags | secret identity, soft romance, bard!reader, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, eventual smut, implied rhaenicent, discussions of trauma related to war, gender-neutral pronouns

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated 💞

pt. i pt. ii more to follow

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scuddisher · 1 month ago

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DRUMMING ALONG THE STONE WALLS.

An idea and a placement of a hand lead to an even longer night for you and Aegon.

RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+)

PAIRING — prince! aegon x staff! gender-neutral reader

GENRE(S) — drabble, smut

WORD COUNT — 1k

WARNINGS — mature content, takes place right before aegon is king, short-lived cuddling, & mutual-pining.

SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, soft dom! aegon, spanking, very mild dirty talk, dry-humping, pet names used: darling & sweet thing.

RELEASE DATE — OCT 22ND 2024

AUTHOR’S NOTE — 100% commending @werejustlefttodecay for a) this concept b) aegon brainrot & c) manifesting the fixing of this blog so i can read & write again... kate ily sm

Something you found all too easy was riling up Aegon. Even in the midst of the night, his entire chamber grew cold from the winter air. Aside from the dimly lit fireplace and his bed—where his restless form laid still beside you.

Your head had found his arm, soft breaths on his skin causing chills throughout his body and visibly on his skin.

Although you simply pressed into his mattress weekly to drain him to sleep or distract him from the duties of his soon-to-be claim to the throne, the man couldn't enjoy your warmth any more than he does now.

A soft peck to his arm, and you could see his cheek bones rise with a grin. “Don't get me started again.”

His voice was a tease, tired enough to doze off any second but alert to your motions. It was easy to make him shiver, no matter the time.

You could stare at him too long as he stood before the council and people until a smirk was on his lips. Make him look down and blush at a distance from showing skin even as he trained with his sword. Felt the looks of his brother Aemond and heard his scoffs as Aegon seemed to drift off in thought at the diner table as you stood mere inches from the table and awaited service for the royal family.

But now, skin on skin. That was easy, simplified.

You rose from your resting position to place your chin on his chest, watching his eyes move from the orange, crackling fire to your gaze.

“Hmm?” An innocent response.

“Hmm?” He mocked back, eyes turning darker as his pupils dilated to better see you in the darkness of the room.

“Get you started?” You teased, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “How could I?”

Your lips were soft, leaving small patterns of wetness and warmth as you trailed down his neck. The rumbling in his chest was a vibration of want going through his body until you felt him wiggle beneath the sheets to relieve the touch of you at his lower half where only your leg touched him. His jawline became clearer as he gritted his teeth, the late of the night and soon to be early morning causing his eye sockets to darken from hardly any rest.

It only egged you on more. His tired form practically begging for you to put him to sleep. Easy. It took seconds for you to move above him, to ground yourself above his hardening length and find a comfortable rocking that had him grunting and raising his head. “How would I?”

“You always manage.” His voice was deep and groggy, hands instinctively placing themselves on your waist.

“To rile you up, my prince?” The man seemed like putty below you.

But that was all it took for him to rock up into you while simultaneously flattening his palm in the air and landing a smack to your ass. Your legs seem to widen over him as you straddled his waist, pressing into him with just as much friction as he did. You could feel the sting on your skin below your underwear, the smack hard enough to have your body shaking.

Aegon saw your reaction the second his hand made contact with your skin, the slap echoing in his chamber along the stone walls like a high-pitched drum beat. His smile was from ear to ear, watching your eyes flutter with surprise.

“Huh?” His head fell back into the pillow, white locks strayed about on the satin fabric. “That’ do something to rile you up, dear?”

You were practically speechless, the sensation still sending vibrations up your spine and into your crotch. The man beneath you was too impatient and aware now to be silent, his smart tongue like the ocean water in his mouth at the sight of your silent blush.

“Poor thing…” Aegon, not one for pet names unless they were said in lust or to belittle someone, was enjoying his late treat. “I have to be up so early.”

You could feel the waft of air before the second smack to your ass, lighter than the first but just enough force to make you grind into his cock through the thin fabrics of your underwear. Your wince didn't go unnoticed, nor did his soft moan into the dark air.

“And here you are… keeping your prince wide awake with your sinfulness.”

His lips quivered before his bottom lip was bitten by his front teeth, thin skin turning red from his force. You could see the sweat drip between his breasts down to his abs. The scent of arousal in the room thickened, and before you knew it, a slick spot was staining from your underwear into his.

“A-Aegon.” His name spewed from your lips like a swear word.

Brows furrowing, the next spank at your ass was hard enough to make you whine and hiss. “Ah!”

He had left a handprint, one perfectly felt by his hand as the heat transferred to his palm and made the lines of his hand begin to sweat. Holding the mark on your ass, you ground yourself into him, feeling him twitch and thrust up against you for more friction.

Aegon’s teeth gritted once more, his body lifting until he sat upright and his face was almost against yours.

“Prince.” Stern, wanting, his opposite hand gripped into your hip until that too seemed to bruise.

He was fighting for release, anything he could grasp at was suddenly on the table—but his clutch at your figure and unpredictable grinding up into you had you whining. As you felt his cock twitching again, felt the rush of his seed threading through the fabric of his underwear and adding to your own, the last rise of his hand made you shutter his name. “Prince Aegon!”

Except this time, it was both of his hands on the cheeks of your ass. The pressure had your thighs holding to him, pressing into him as you came and shook in his hold. His press at your ass had you falling into his frame, face finding placement at his shoulder to breathe him in.

“That's more like it, sweet thing.” He chuckled. “Maybe you'll get it right on the first try next time.”

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callahanisms · 2 years ago

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sapphire in the dark

these are some general aemond targaryens featuring romantic headcanons as well. (there is also a little bit of a possessive aemond here in this headcanons)

please keep in mind this is my own interpretation. these headcanons are just that. headcanons. if you don’t like them, just don’t read them and ignore this post.

aemond likes to eat with knives. he’ll use a fork to help cut his food but he uses the knife to pick up the pieces and eat it. alicent has tried to get him to stop because she is concerned he will cut himself. (he’s fine)

he’s really good at cutting fruit and peeling it. if there was a contest on who was the fastest and managed to keep the most meat on the fruit, he would win without question. he can even peel fruit without having to look down at his hands.

his favorite fruit is plums and oranges. he tends to eat more plums since oranges are imported and it can take them a while to get to king’s landing. he has fond memories eating plums, thanks to you and his mother.

is the kind of person to eat a lemon on its own. lemons can be quite sour and he just eats them like any other fruit. he much prefers them on their own. you are kind of baffled since sour fruits don’t agree with your taste buds or stomach.

will break open a crab or a lobster with his bare hands. and he prefers it this way, to break it open himself. something so satisfying about the way it breaks underneath the strength of his fingers.

again, not a surprise, but aemond is closest to helaena. his big sister, the one who never bullied him and made sure he was okay. they have a close relationship and he spends at least a few minutes with her every night to talk to her. it’s a good way to let some steam off in a nonviolent way.

he does wood carving in his spare time. it’s one of his only hobbies outside of training and studying. he’s made a variety of things, all of them impressive. and you get a lot of them from him so you can trace his progress over the years with your collection. he’s got an eye for detail and is quite the perfectionist when it comes to his projects.

that being said, aemond doesn’t like trusting the process. if it doesn’t turn out the way he wants it, he will discard the project. he gets frustrated when they don’t start out exactly perfect. but eventually, he goes back to the abandoned project.

when he’s nervous or irritated, he cracks his knuckles. even when they don’t actually crack. he also tends to dig his nails into his palm since he makes a fist quite often.

surprisingly, aemond is a fan of romance stories. it’s a guilty pleasure of his. he started when he was younger and trying to adapt to having one eye. helaena suggested him a story which you suggested to her as their local romance connoisseur. even after all these years when you find him reading these stories, he still gets flustered despite knowing that you kept his guilty pleasure a secret.

aemond will always let you be at his right side. there are few people that are allowed to be at his right side: you, helaena, and his mother. (criston is slowly working his way there)

aemond gives love through physical touch, surprisingly. he doesn’t appear to be someone who gives love through physical touch. but it could just be the smallest touch that proves to you how much he loves you. whether it’s his hand holding yours, cuddling, his hand at your back to guide you away from the conversation before you. he makes every excuse to touch you, even graze you.

aemond receives love through physical touch and words of affirmation. he loves it when you touch him and will savor every second of it. he almost never wants to leave you after a night of cuddling. he requires words of affirmation in a similar way like his sister. he doesn’t need it constantly but the smallest sentence reassures him that you love him.

he has a bit of an avoidant attachment style. a lot of his feelings were dismissed by his father as he grew older and it caused him to approach things with a more distant lens. he has grown to become more open about his emotions with you as the years go on and to become more optimistic. after all, you’ve already proven that you aren’t going to just leave him. there’s no need to keep a wall up anymore.

aemond has two kinds of kisses. the first is gentle but passionate. it’s a romantic kiss that is full of love and is accompanied by his hands cupping your face. they are quick and only last a few seconds.

the second kind is hungry. he puts a lot of pressure on your lips and it feels like he’s attempting to devour you. it’s very hot. very hot. he doesn’t pull away from you for a while and you are deprived of oxygen. this kiss is possessive and he also nips at your lips while attempting to devour you.

aemond loves marking you up. you’re a blank canvas for him to explore. so he goes out of his way to give you hickies. he finds pleasure in giving you hickies that are covered by clothes but can be visible at the right circumstance (like a sleeve being rolled up, the collar of a shirt peeling away from your skin). he also loves giving you hickies in places that are completely covered. there’s a real sense of pleasure knowing that he has marked you but others don’t know and cannot tell.

he loves your stretch marks, any scars on your body, spots of discoloration, birth marks, beauty marks. he just loves your body as it is. he tells you that it’s because your body tells him the story of your life. you may find yourself ugly but in his eyes, your body is perfect. he understands what it feels like to be insecure in something like a scar. and as your lover, he never wants you to feel that way.

there is such a thrill that runs in his veins when he kisses you in public. of course, the spot is discreet. you two are secret lovers after all whether it is behind pillars or in between the stacks of the library or behind the godswood.

sometimes the man appears in your room unexpected. when it’s dark. so when you close the door, all you see is the moonlight and the glint of his sapphire. not that you mind. you’ve grown to love seeing that familiar sapphiric glint.

it’s hard to say what you love about aemond exactly. because the truth is, you love everything about him. but you especially love his face. you love his nose and you love letting your finger trace his bridge. you love his scar and giving it a kiss as you both cuddle. you love his eye, the way it glints and the way his other eye looks at you with such softness. you love his lips and how they curl and have a perfect cupid’s bow. you love his jawline and peppering kisses on it. you love his face. you worship him.

“you believe i would betray my lover? when he finds you, he will kill you. and he will kill you two times over when he learns that you have laid your hands on me. he will travel to the ends of the world to make sure i am safe. he worships me and i worship him. and he will find me. and we will kiss as he feeds you to his dragon.”

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Requests can be as detailed as you want, but give me the preferred pronouns for the one-shot, or I will default use they/them.

The characters and universes I write for are listed below - character names in bold already have fics written about them, but I write for all on this list. Media and shows I don't feel comfortable writing smut or explicit content for, for whatever reason, is stated in green in that subsection and character masterlist.

○ FLUFF | □ SPICE | ● ANGST | ■ SMUT |• HEADCANONS

◇ FEM! READER | ☆ GN! READER | 《》 MASC! READER

OUTERBANKS

NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

(And anyone else from the show I can't remember because all their names sound the same.)

THE MAZE RUNNER

NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT

MULTI-CHARACTER

(NOTE: Newt is canonically gay, confirmed by the author of TMR: James Dashner. Therefore, I will only write Masc and Gender-neutral reader out of respect for the character.)

THE 100

NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT

(NOTE: I have only seen the first two seasons pls don't shout at me.)

THE MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

(Please request characters for this, there are far too many to list.)

PETER PARKER - NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR THIS CHARACTER

INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS

(These are one-off characters I will write for and what they are from.)

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY | Call of Duty

RODRICK HEFFLEY | Diary of a Wimpy Kid - NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR THIS CHARACTER

MARCUS LOPEZ ARGUELLO | Deadly Class

BILLY BUTCHER | The Boys

MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

CICADA: OUTER BANKS FANFIC IDEA

Mazz Introduction

THE MAZE RUNNER FANFIC IDEA

Vol and friends introduction

#🌿 petri's masterlist #obx netflix #outer banks #obx oc #obx #tmr minho #tmr thomas #tmr imagines #tmr fanfiction #the 100 #writers on tumblr #writing #fanfiction #r #wednesday #marvel mcu #mcu imagine #marvel #doawk rodrick

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witchthewriter · 1 year ago

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𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: not a soul mate au, but I can write those if anyone wants! Oh, and Aemond is in his 20s.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Aemond had always been pessimistic. Even from a young age.

・His family was to blame but more so, it was the trauma of losing his eye.

・Although he told everyone it was worth it as he gained a dragon, there was still a fracture in his soul

・He was heartbroken, that his cousins had crossed a line.

・And along with his physical scar, one of revenge was also scarred within him.

・Aemond, although dutiful, also craved something. Love. He'd never admit it, but it was love. And he promised himself to never pursue it.

・That changed.

・Not suddenly and maybe not completely

・But it changed to the point that he no longer sought retribution. The hot, bitter hatred had begun to cease with each interaction he had with you.

・Such softness you had for him. It was foreign. Even Alicent had her impatience and snapped at him from time to time.

・But you did not. You never did such things. He was apprehensive with you because he was waiting for that moment to arrive. For the calmness to dissipate.

・So there was always a wide birth between the two of you.

・And you let him have his space. He was royalty after all. A Targaryen prince, you could not make him do anything he did not want to.

・But even that changed.

・Someone had insulted you, on your appearance. A lord from a small House, visiting King's Landing.

・And although Aemond had not spoken to you in weeks, he would not hear a bad word come out of anyone's mouth.

・So Aemond absolutely dragged the man until the whole table was laughing at him. Bringing up illegitimate children, visiting whorehouses, talking about the secrets that could get him killed.

・Aemond did not care.

・And in that moment, everyone saw that you were off limits. Even if that was not Aemond's intention.

・In the following weeks, Helaena in all her gentleness and confusingness, beckoned Aemond to pursue you.

・He did so slowly, asking to take a walk with you on the castle grounds. Then came the presents, small ones - a flower on your bed with a note from him.

・Helaena seemed to be his greatest advisor on you.

・There was always a sense of tension with Aemond, but you went with it. Not overstepping or pushing. In truth, you were scared he'd be too overwhelmed and leave you.

・Aemond took the next steps: dinners, outings, even giving you jewellery.

・It wasn't until you gently cupped his cheek one afternoon, that he nearly shattered. The words nearly slipped from his mouth. I love you.

But he needed to know if this was a ruse:

Aemond didn't believe you were serious. That you truly loved him, wholeheartedly. Even he did not love himself. So, he took a piece of your hair and went to a known sorceress.

"I need to know if their words are true. I need to know if this is a trick."

"No trick, my lord," was the old woman's reply. Even in the dim light there was a certain energy around her. That Aemond swore he could ... see.

"How do I know you aren't lying?" His voice was barely above a whisper. But there was demand in it.

"You have given me what I asked for. I have no reason to lie. And to a royal dragon rider no less."

Aemond was silent. Letting the knowledge wash over him.

"You would do well to keep them by your side. A love like that is one in a lifetime."

・Once he was convinced, Aemond ran to you. Grabbing your hand and finding a private place to talk.

"I love you," he was breathless.

・The old dragon Vhagar does not know your face, but knows your smell. She allows you to ride with Aemond because she's aware of your bond.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Love language is physical touch (You) x Is touch starved (Aemond)

"Ohhh so you hate me?" (You) x *I'll never love anyone this much again* (Aemond)

Golden Retriver (You) x Black Cat (Aemond)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You Fell First, He Fell Harder

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley

True Love's Kiss by James Newton Howard

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, I bloody mean it.

・Not a rough lover, no. Not unless you have been teasing him.

・Then he becomes ravenous.

・So really, it's up to you. If you want soft Aemond, then give him respect, love, admiration.

・But if it's rough Aemond you desire, then grab his thigh, inch too close to his cock then move your hand and suck your fingers - do this in front of many people and his eye will be as cold as the sapphire one.

・Aemond loves your body.

・The softness, the warmth.

・Whenever Aegon asked about Aemond's 'type,' all he could say was, "I want someone who is more."

・His crushes on servants, maids, messengers etc were all ones with more curves. He loved imagining their plump round ass stuck in the air, waiting for him to plough them.

・When you know he's had a rough day, or he's been gone for a while, you'll be naked and ready on the bed for him.

・And it's a sight to behold. He imagines it whenever you aren't near. Because even the thought of you, naked and waiting, can bring him to his knees.

・Aemond loves holding your hands above your head, and nudging your thighs apart. Commanding you to keep your hands in the air, he moves down your body, kissing as he goes along, until he's at your sex.

・With a hot, wet tongue he loves teasing you. Making you beg for him, for his cock, for him to be inside you.

・Because that's when you feel the most whole. When your bodies are encased in each other.

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ladymacbeth-writes-sometimes · 5 months ago

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Intro post

★ Call me Lux

★ I'm female so l'Il usually write x fem!reader but I can write gender neutral

★ I’ll write for (assuming I get off my ass and write):

Daryl Dixon (and any other Norman character)

Negan Smith (and any other JDM character)

Billy Hargrove

Aemond Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Other characters if I feel like it

★ I love The Walking Dead, Supernatural, House of the Dragon and dark romance books

★ My comfort movie is the Boondock Saints

★ I have no faith in my writing abilities (so naturally I want to be an author)

★ I’ll write pretty much anything but nothing romanticising incest or rape

★ Request stuff

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just-some-random-blogger · 6 months ago

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Vanity

Aemond uncorks his bottled frustrations. You listen whilst combing his hair.

Aemond Targaryen x Reader | 700< | cw: implied targ sibs, implied marriage, gender neutral!reader, whiny!aemond, hurt/comfort-ish, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: my birthday gift for @pendragora 🫶🫶🫶 HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @delicious-xx @deniixlovezelda

@risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui @thebullship @sa3losa @lxdyred

I groan and lift my head from my pillow. I squint at the darkness, reaching out for the lamp on the bedside.

"Go back to sleep."

"Aemond?" my voice croaks. I slowly sit up and light my lamp. From across the room, I see a long haired man changing out of his riding gear.

I hum and lean on the headboard, "how was it?"

He chucks his boots off with more force than necessary. He repeats, colder, "go back to sleep."

Needless to say I'm wide awake.

I huff and push my blanket off me. I stand and whimper at the feel of the cold floor on my bare feet. I pass looking for my slippers and simply walk towards Aemond.

He spots me by the time he's removed his tunic. He pinches the bridge of his nose and chastises me in High Valyrian.

I ignore him, and once I'm close enough, I grab his hips. I pull him towards me and undo his breeches, "and when have I ever listened to you?"

He watches as I unlace his ties. I get him pants and a shirt from his drawer, handing them to him. He begins to change. Just before I can ask him what's wrong, he tells me himself, "mother has ordered me not to join uncle in his travel."

I hum and cross my arms.

Aemond's shirt collar hangs by his shoulder. He secures his pants and scoffs, "it's not as though I was who made those plans."

"And well made plans they were, my love," I adjust his loose fitting shirt, "Lord Hightower will benefit greatly from it."

"Yes, I can-"

I push him towards the vanity.

He sits on the chair, "-only hope-"

I light the candles on the vanity.

"-the great Ser Gwayne Hightower will make good use of it."

I press my lips as I walk behind him.

He grabs the comb on the vanity top and hands it to me.

I take it from him, stroking his hair once before combing it.

Aemond crosses his arms, "mother thinks me a helpless boy with one eye."

I tilt my head and section his hair.

Aemond stares at me through the mirror. His face twists at the lack of response. He tightens his arms around himself and I finally catch the expression on his face.

I flatten my lips before kissing the crown of his head. I remove his eye patch and place it on the table. He looks at me with expectation. I clutch his cheek and comb his hair away from his face, "you know that's not true, Aemond."

He turns back to the mirror. He purses his lips and slumps on his seat.

"Has the queen ever decided on anything without reason?"

"She's afraid," he dismisses.

I knit my brows and comb my fingers through his silky hair before using the brush.

"She's afraid of Daemon."

I tuck his hair behind his ear.

"She should know not to show it." He looks up at me, "I am not. Him and his ride are no match for Vhagar and I."

I rest my hands on his shoulder momentarily.

"He would do well not to face me."

I circle behind his chair and continue brushing his tresses, "he would."

He straightens up and rests his hands on his lap, "Caraxes is no match for Vhagar. She is nearly twice the wyrm's size, and has seen the fires of the Conquest."

"Indeed, my love," I part his hair, placing the ones I've gone over to his chest.

He tilts his head, "a wise warrior would know when to pick his battles."

"A wise warrior would know when to pick his battles."

By the time I was finished with his hair, he too was finished and was no longer as tightly wound as when he'd arrived. I place the comb back on the vanity and he stands.

I look him once over with a soft smile. I swipe his chin with my thumb, "pretty."

He brings an arm around me, pulling me in to kiss my temple.

I press my hands on his chest and urge him back, "off to bed with you then. I'm exhausted."

"Mmm," he leans down and kisses my neck. He mutters in High Valyrian, "when have I ever listened to you?"

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond fluff #aemond targaryen fluff #hotd aemond #house of the dragon fanfic #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader

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