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tomriddleslovergirl · 5 months ago
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The Cannibal Prince
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Pairing: Vampire!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader
Includes: nipple play, kissing, non-consensual vampire turning (Including a kiss), biting, side character death
Word count: 2.3k
Summary: You marry Prince Aemond, and he reveals another Targaryen wedding tradition that many aren't privy to.
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It was fortunately windy at Dragonstone — a delightful contrast to that of King’s Landing.
You wore one of your Dornish gowns, showing off quite a bit of your skin. You hadn’t really gotten into the fashion at King’s Landing. It was so terribly hot there and your gowns from back home gave you a delightful reprieve.
You stood outside. You had first come out to watch the waves lick at the big rocks, but your thoughts soon drifted off to Aemond Targaryen — Your betrothed.
You had brief interactions with the man. Once, when you first arrived at King’s Landing. You had eaten dinner with Prince Aemond, along with the rest of his family. It had been a tense first meeting for you. Queen Alicent was the one carrying the conversation, with Otto asking questions about Dorne here and there.
Though you were not Dornish royalty like the Martell’s, your house is a great one.
You had noticed Queen Alicent lowering her gaze to your dress a few times over dinner before looking back at you with a fake smile. You think she didn’t like your dress.
Aegon, though, scared you. He would not take his eyes off of you during the feast and would speak of how you were too pretty for his cripple brother. You noticed that Prince Aemond had tensed at that, his fingers tightening around his cutlery. You hadn’t spoken out in defense of Aemond — just gave Aegon a faux smile, hoping he didn’t notice how uncomfortable you were. You think he did.
You had heard rumors about the Targaryens. Of how their serving girls were disappearing at an alarming rate, about Prince Aegon’s sexual debauchery, that your betrothed was not missing an eye at all, and that when he had his eye cut out, it had come back! That you did not believe, it simply wasn’t possible.
You shivered from the cold Dragonstone air, and like he knew you were thinking of him, a voice spoke out from behind you. “Cold, My Lady?”
You turned around, your golden dress moving with you. There stood Aemond Targaryen, a few feet away from you. His hands were clasped behind his back and his long white hair looked slightly unkempt because of the winds.
You bowed, before looking back up at him. “Nothing I can’t handle, My Prince.”
You were proven wrong as the wind beat at you, forcing you to squint.
Aemond wrinkled his nose, like he had smelt something he didn’t like before getting his expression under control and clenching his jaw.
“It is getting quite late, betrothed. Would you allow me the honor of walking you back to your chambers?” Aemond asked.
Your eyes widen slightly at the request, but you nod anyway. “Of course, My Prince.”
You both walked back into the Castle, a quiet overtaking you both. You had hoped Aemond would have offered you his arm, but he hadn’t, and this was the longest time you two had spent together, so you contented yourself with that.
Your eyes gazed at all the dragon furniture and you were reminded of Princess Rhaenyra.
You had been surprised when you found out that you’d be marrying Aemond here, as you had heard that Rhaenyra had left for Dragonstone because she couldn’t stand the Hightowers and their children anymore. Perhaps she had a change of mind.
You and Aemond reached your chamber door. There were dragons carved into the wood, their long, lithe bodies stretched out on it.
You opened the door and stepped in, turning to look at Aemond. “Would you like to come in, My Prince?” It was a courtesy, of course. If you and your betrothed were both caught alone together, it would be quite the scandal.
Aemond looked at you, scrutinizing your body as his eyes traveled down the length of your body. He stared at the exposed area of your neck before forcing himself to look back at you, his jaw ticking.
“Perhaps after our marriage ceremony.” With that, Aemond gave a curt bow, mumbling “My Lady,” before turning around and leaving — presumably to his own chambers.
You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and shut the door. You hadn’t expected Aemond to say such a thing — maybe his brother, but not him!
Your handmaidens helped you get dressed for bed and you couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth in your stomach.
As you lay in bed, listening to the sound of the sea — you had insisted to keep the shutters of the window nearest your bed open and one of your handmaidens reluctantly did so, lecturing you about how it would be a terrible thing if you got sick the night before your wedding — your thoughts drifted back to Aemond. You wish he had come into your chambers.
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The next morning, you had awoken to terrible news. One of your handmaidens — Aimya — was dead. Her corpse was found in one of the halls. Your handmaidens said that Otto Hightower claimed that given the girl’s pale skin, she must have picked up a sickness. They weren’t allowed to see the body and had no confirmation that this was true.
You had hoped the marriage ceremony would be canceled because of this, but of course, nobody cared for the death of a random dornish girl. Nobody except for you and the other handmaidens.
Over the years, you had all become very close to each other, and her death was like a ship wrecking when it was close to land. The night before your wedding! If you didn’t know any better, you would have taken her death as a warning.
Your handmaiden — Brise, a woman a few years older than you with a sharp face — leads you to your vanity and has you strip out of your nightgown. Your other handmaiden — Miana, a young girl with rosy cheeks — untangling your hair with a shaky hand as you sat atop your vanity stool, naked and shivering.
Brise shut the window before grabbing your wedding robes. After Miana was done, you stood up, facing the older woman. She held the traditional Targaryen wedding robes.
How disappointing. You had always thought your wedding would be an extravagant thing, but it seems not.
“Aimya seemed fine. I-I didn’t think…” Miana broke out into a sob.
Brise shook her head as she helped you into your clothing. “I don’t trust these Targaryens,” she said the name with such disdain that you couldn’t help but look at her surprised.
“That is my betrothed’s family you are speaking about,” you say as Brise finishes tying the front of the robe.
Miana grabbed the headpiece, but was shaking so much that Brise grabbed it out of the young girl's hands and placed it atop your head instead.
“My apologies, My Lady.” But you knew Brise, and you knew she wasn’t sorry at all. You decide not to dwell on it and begin your trip out of the castle.
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You stand face to face with Aemond, your expression one of pain as he cuts into your palm. You bite into your covered bottom lip to silence any sound of pain that would try to leave you.
Aemond’s own hand is bloody, as you had cut into it first and you can feel it on your palm as you press it against his. The blood doesn’t do much to hide the lack of warmth in his body, but you brush it off to it just being a reaction to the cold of the Island that is Dragonstone.
An older man wraps a cloth around your hands and you watch as your blood — now mixed with Aemond’s — drips into the cup. You hear the man say some words in Valyrian, but you don’t understand any of it.
Soon, you are drinking out of the chalice. You take a small sip, the heavy taste of copper now on your tongue. You hand it over to Aemond, and he holds your gaze as he drinks the rest of your shared blood.
Then, you both kiss. It’s a quick thing, and you are aware of the eyes of Aemond’s family watching you.
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Hours later, you are in Aemond’s chambers. You suppose you’ll be returning to King's Landing very soon.
You sit on the edge of his bed, anxiously fiddling with your fingers as Aemond walks over to you.
Gently, he takes off your headpiece and places it on the side table. Using one cold finger, Aemond places it under your chin, forcing you to look into his purple eye.
You’re captivated. You are sure you will never in your lifetime see anyone that looks like Aemond. Sure, they others have purple eyes, and white hair. But Aemond is unique, with his sharp features, and one eye.
“There is no need to be nervous,” Aemond reassured you. His fingers trail down your neck, to your pulse, gently pressing them there. “Wife.”
You watch as Aemond takes in a sharp breath at the feeling of you, and he quickly pulls his hand away.
Your husband sits down on the bed next to you.
“We need not do this tonight if you don’t wish for it,” he says, surprising you.
You shake your head, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you speak, “No.. I want to, Husband.”
Aemond lets out a harsh breath out of his nose and nods. “Very well.”
Gently, Aemond reached out, cupping your cheek and forcing you to look at him. He presses his lips to yours, and for some reason he still tastes of copper.
His hands find their way to the ties of your robe and undo them. He pulls away from your lips and pushes down your clothing, leaving it on the floor.
Aemond looks down at you, and you feel your nipples harden very quickly.
Gently, Aemond pushes you down on the bed, so that you are laying with your back flat against it, your head resting on one of the soft pillows.
He rests one of his hands on your hips, and the other — the scarred one — trails down to your breasts. Aemond presses his palm atop the left side of your chest, almost like he’s trying to feel your heartbeat. When he’s satisfied, Aemond brings his fingers to your nipples. He tugs on your nub and you let out a soft gasp.
His attention is instantly brought back to your mouth and he presses his lips to yours. It’s very different from your first kiss when you were getting married. This one is rough, like he’s trying to consume you.
His fingers dig into your breast — so much so that it’s starting to hurt. You let out a small mewl, and Aemond instantly lets go of your lips and breast.
Slowly, Aemond kisses down your chest, and stomach, until he is at your hips.
Aemond undos the ties of his own robes, and drops the garment onto the floor.
He spreads your legs and presses a small kiss to your inner thigh, “So pretty.”
You let out a small, pleased, sigh. “Husband..”
Aemond brings his lips back to your thighs, and brushes his lips against them. Using his cold hands, Aemond holds onto your hips, pressing them down to the mattress. You shiver at his touch, and when he licks at your thigh, you feel small tingles spread through your body.
Your eyes flutter shut, and that’s when you feel it. Something sharp presses into you and your eyes shoot open. You wriggle in Aemond’s grip, but feel his pale hands pin you down. All you can see is the white of his head as you look down at him.
You let out a small cry, confused. “A-Aemond.. What are you…!”
Aemond’s lips finally release the hold they had on your thigh, and when he looks up at you, your eyes land on his bloody mouth.
Before you can even do anything, Aemond lets go of your hips and instead crawls over you, his lithe frame atop of you. Using one hand, Aemond grabs ahold of your wrists and pins them over your head. His other hand grabs your jaw and pushes it to the side, revealing your neck.
Aemond presses his nose to your neck, taking in your scent. His eyes flutter shut and you hiss in pain as he bites into your flesh.
Your legs kick at Aemond, but it doesn’t deter him.
Soon enough, you run out of energy and cease your struggling. You quiver under Aemond, and tears run down your cheeks.
Just when you’re on the brink of death, Aemond pulls away, pressing a wet kiss to the area he just bit.
Aemond lets go of your wrists, but still holds onto your jaw, though his grip has loosened.
Your eyes flutter open, your vision blurry.
Aemond bites into his own wrist, sucking up a considerable amount of blood, before pulling away.
Aemond presses his lips to yours, and forces you to drink in the mix of your’s and Aemond’s blood. Some blood escapes you and Aemond’s mouth and trickles down your cheeks.
Aemond pulls away after what feels like an eternity. You take in big gulps of air, your lungs burning.
A warmth runs through your body before being replaced with a coldness. It feels like you're freezing. Aemond kisses at your tears before pressing his lips to your bloody cheeks. He coos against them, feeling their warmth turn cool, “I know this is now what you were expecting, wife, but that was not the end. Perhaps…” he trails off.�� Aemond pulls away, letting go of your wrists. His eye looks down at your naked body, and despite it all, you feel a heat spreading through you. “After our marriage ceremony.”
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a/n: Wrote this in celebration for season 2 of hotd, though this was written a few days before it came out! divider creds: @saradika
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fromtheseventhhell · 1 year ago
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"Arya wouldn't have been able to survive in KL" is really one of the dumbest fanon takes where you can tell someone only believes it because they like the idea of Arya and Sansa being "exact opposites and perfect complements" (even though it goes against the books). Actual evidence from the books to back it up? Never anywhere to be found despite how confidently people make this claim.
And not only does it severely mischaracterize Arya and ignore what she's been through, it also ignores her importance as a political hostage. The Lannisters weren't searching for her, and lying about having her, for no reason. They needed her because having only one Stark after executing Ned put them in a poor position to negotiate. So Arya would have been more than capable of handling herself (thoroughly shown in her Harrenhal chapters) and the Lannisters would've done everything in their power to keep her alive but, somehow, she wouldn't have been able to survive? It's truly one of those takes that falls apart if you think about it for more than two seconds but apparently, that's too much effort for some people.
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chic-beyond-the-wall · 11 months ago
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More medieval dyes for y'all!
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agentmilayawithshield · 5 months ago
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Sunfyre learning Common Tongue because Aegon never learned how to speak in Valyrian
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lilymarch · 8 months ago
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the woman dies.
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visenya-targarye · 5 months ago
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it's always a lannister beefing with a child
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(honorable mention)
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lukitua · 30 days ago
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"You're too big for that now, sweetling."
Dany and Viserion portrait because I miss my girls
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soncee · 3 months ago
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Daenys and her baby Balerion
You can't convince me he wasn't spoiled.
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polartss · 6 months ago
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doodle (🥺)
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emmaziadarcy · 5 months ago
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Ilya Repin - Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan House of the Dragon - 2.01: A Son for a Son
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irlplasticlamb · 5 months ago
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prophet girl, cursed daughter.
prints + merch + comm info pinned to profile :)
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lmaowh-at · 4 months ago
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They put the slay in kin(g)slaying
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thomascromwelll · 4 months ago
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Yes!!! Gag him, Simon.
House of the Dragon — S02E05 'Regent'
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roslynn777 · 3 months ago
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rhaenyra targaryen 👑🐉
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vintrage · 4 months ago
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can someone please get this girl her dog back
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