#dance of the dragons au

[chelireads]

“As the last plates were cleared, Rhaenyra begged Daemon to take her to dance. She looked and behaved like a child begging for a treat, and nothing like a woman grown and wed, much less one who presumed to be queen one day.

It was vulgar and uncalled for. A pathetic display if ever there had been one. ”

Excerpt From

Alicent IV

The Blacks & the Greens

By Sweetest Popcorn @sweetestpopcorn

[completed ver.]

[They match each other’s freak your honor 🙌]

[sweetestpopcorn]

"The King and the Queen of the Stepstones"

A gift I was sent by the amazing Nymphobias on AO3 commissioned from msezrwiz featuring our OTP during their time together as King and Queen of the Stepstones.

This is literally all I can share on tumblr because of how NSFW it is 😂 but if you want to see the completed piece you can do so here and read the chapter that inspired it.

Thank you Nymphobias! I love it 🤗

[moseslikellamas]

Driftwood Tourney

A tale of the Raven Knight and the Princess of Plums

Pairing: Benjicot x Targaryen!OC

Summary: Princess Viserra, second born and only daughter of Queen Rhaenyra, does not like King’s landing. Finally convincing her mother to let her fly, she has to get along with her green family members who are definitely up to something.

Warnings: none currently. Eventually violence.

Word count: 2.2k

This is a new and ongoing story. Dance Au where Rhaenyra is in King’s Landing when Viserys dies and seizes the throne immediately.

Princess Viserra sat in the godswood despite the chill in the early morning air. She didn’t like King’s landing or the Red Keep. The castle was rife with winding halls and dark passageways. Someone was always popping out of the shadows when she least expected it. She missed Dragon Stone and the wide open skies. She missed watching the sun rise over the water, the sky streaked lavender and rose. She knew it would be raging with storms right now as Autumn loomed. Everyday she watched the skies for the glint of white feathers against the gray clouds but it still had not come. It would be her first autumn and she was excited at the prospect. She loved when it would rain at Dragon Stone, looking at the sky now, she wondered when the rain would roll in here.

She had surmised that the sun was up by now, even if she couldn’t see it behind the thick swarth of clouds. Her mother would expect her at breakfast and she didn’t want one of her brothers coming to fetch her. She knew it would be Jacaerys and he would scold her for “skulking around” and “being unpleasant”. She rolled her eyes at the thought. She hadn’t been able to fly very far in months and she was getting tired of the view from the battlements. Her dragon, a beautiful pale white creature with green webbing and horns, was growing restless as well. On Dragon Stone, Phantom could roam as he pleased. He did not enjoy being kept in the dragon pit and she hated leaving him there.

She walked as quickly as she could through the halls, she was supposed to have a guard with her but she was too good at giving him the slip. Her mother often set Loreth Lansdale to be her personal guard and he was well enough. A nice young man who was witty, though often exasperated at her because she kept giving him the slip. She was unfortunate, in that today, he found her before she made it to her mothers solar.

“Princess.” He stepped up beside her, matching her pace easily. “That’s the third time this week. Do I need to have a discussion with the queen?”

She resented his phrasing because he meant, ‘Do I need to tattle to your mother?’

“I don’t know what you mean, ser. We were just in the godswood together, enjoying the morning air.”

She quickly left him behind as she thrust open the door to her mother’s room. Luckily she was the last to arrive and it was as hectic as always. Her only setback was the remaining seat available was beside Jacaerys. She suppressed the urge to groan and made her way over to sit. Her mother was engaged in deep conversation with her husband. That was a relief and a detriment currently. As soon as she sat, her brother was questioning her.

“Where have you been? I saw your guard looking lost as per usual. You better not have taken Phantom out, mother will be sorely cross at you.”

She huffed, ignoring him while she loaded her plate with food. Then only after biting into a sweet plum filled roll did she reply. “No, I didn’t take him out. I was just in the godswood. Is that a crime now?”

“Not if you keep your guard around.”

“I don’t need someone to watch me!” She hissed, giving up hope of leaving this meal unannoyed.

“What are you two arguing about?”

Viserra looked up at her mother trying to hide her disgruntled mood. She knew Jace was likely to rat her out anyway but not until later.

“I want to take Phantom out.” She decided on a half truth instead. “We’re both restless, please.”

Her mother was frowning at her, her eyes darting between her two eldest children. Viserra knew her mother was onto her, she was too perceptive even while distracted at breakfast.

“If you fly, everyone flies.” Her mother reminded her.

She held her hands up in surrender. “I can get along with Aegon long enough to get in the sky.”

Her uncle was annoying in the extreme but she was desperate enough to go for it anyway. Whether or not Aegon would get along with her was another matter entirely and completely out of her hands. After her mother’s ascension, tensions had been rather high to say the least. After an altercation at the dragon pit, in which she and all her brothers participated, flying had been taken away from them. It was completely unfair in her opinion. No blood had been drawn and what was a scrap between family members? The condition her mother set was simply, they all fly together as a united front or not at all. So far they've failed to meet that condition.

“Can we go now?” It was Lucaerys who spoke up, cutting in over the fuss of Viserys who was very upset their mother was not looking at him anymore.

Before their mother could answer, her husband did.

“I would love a moment’s peace. Please, head out. Maybe I’ll join you all. After I teach your brothers the basics of course.”

Both Aegon and Viserys abandoned breakfast at the sound of their father, running to envelop his legs before giggling in delight when picked up by the man. Viserra knew from the look on her mother’s face they would be dismissed to go immediately. So all of them, barring Aegon and Viserys, left to head towards the dragon pit. She was happy that Baela was distracting her brother from grilling her further. She walked with Joffrey instead, listening to him talk animatedly about his dragon. Tyraxes had entered an endearing awkward stage much like the one coming soon for the boy beside her. He tripped over his own feet more times than she could count in his excitement to reach the pit. She pulled up short suddenly as she remembered that someone had to go and alert their aunt and uncles to the flying session.

“Joffy, walk with Luke and Rhaena. I’ve got to go get our dear relatives.”

Joffrey wrinkled his nose at the suggestion. “I don’t want to go with Luke. They’re always looking at each other.” His disgusted tone was indicative of his age and Viserra barely held back a laugh. “Can’t I just go with you?”

She shrugged, seeing no reason why he couldn’t accompany her.

“Jace!” She called out causing her brother to look away from the conversation he had been engrossed in. “Joffrey and I are going to get the others. Meet you there.”

Her brother's eyes were on her for only a second before they flickered away, back to his betrothed but she knew he'd heard her. She turned abruptly toward where she knew Lady Alicent would be holding breakfast. Helaena would be there for certain and that was the only person she really wanted to come along. Helaena was a superb dragonrider, the bond between her and Dreamfyre meant they moved as one in the sky. It was always a delightful sight to witness. There was no guarantee either Aegon or Aemond would be there but their mother might have an idea.

“Do you think they’ll start another fight?”

“I dunno.” She admitted, casting her worried glance towards the lanky boy. “We’ll be on our best behavior though.” Her words were stern but she softened them by ruffling his hair and lightly knocking him off balance.

“Mother won’t be disappointed.” He agreed.

At last they had arrived at Lady Alicents quarters where the guard announced them before they were admitted. Inside it was bathed in the morning sunlight that was streaming in through the large windows. At the table sat Alicent, Helaena and surprisingly the other two brothers. They all looked warily at the two of them from the table. She felt Joffrey stiffen at her side at the sight of their judgmental stares. She relaxed her own shoulders in response, taking a deep breath before speaking. She smiled at them, hoping it was convincing.

“Good morning. Sorry to interrupt your breakfast but the Queen has seen fit to allow us another attempt at flying.”

Some of the tension in the room eased at her words but a different undercurrent was building that made her nervous. It was then that she saw it, perched there behind Alicent on a chest made of mottled wood. She almost couldn’t believe her eyes that were definitely bulging out of her head. It was her brother's awed voice that broke her out of her stupor.

“Vi, is that it?” He gasped out, grabbing her hand as if to tug her toward the creature.

He had been waiting as anxiously as her to see the bird's arrival. Her eyes darted to Alicent’s which were now hard and calculating. Viserra was immediately suspicious of them all, after all, why had the bird arrived here instead of in her mothers solar? She knew it was the Hightower seat influencing the Citadel. It made her sick to think about the corruption and plots being unleashed across the realm right now.

“Well there’s no time like the present.” Prince Aegon said with a flourish standing from his seat with a laugh and pulling his sister up with him.

Viserra was still too stunned to protest. She should head back, tell her mother. Something was going on and it was not to their benefit. She watched as Aemond leaned over to whisper something in his mother’s ear but was interrupted by Aegon grabbing her by the arm. She snapped her attention towards him.

“Hey! Let go-“

He’d already pulled her out of the door and into the hall by the time she voiced her protest. She glanced behind her to see Joffrey talking excitedly to Helaena who looked amused. Then she attempted again to free her arm from her uncles. He tsk’d at her attempts.

“Don’t you want to fly? If you cause a scene now, who knows how long your mother will ban us again.”

She scowled at him, resenting that he was right.

“You know I’m going to tell her what I saw.”

“And what did you see?” He challenged. “Who can say they control the mind of a bird? They fly where they will, nothing can be done about it.”

She breathed in deeply beside him, willing herself not to get angry. He was trying to bother her, provoke her into another fight. But Viserra was not going to be the reason they couldn’t go up in the air today. She knew the longer she ignored her uncle the more creatively he would try to provoke her. Usually by disparaging her appearance. Her odd hair and mismatched eyes were an easy target for teasing. It usually did more to anger her brother than her but Aegon knew someone would get upset. If the King consort were in hearing range he would fly into a rage at any insult levied against her.

The late King Viserys had insisted she looked like their mother, Alyssa with her freckles and different colored eyes. Because of it, Daemon would hear no words against her. It put to rest some whispers at court about her mother as well when she’d been born. Jace had dark hair, a troubling sign. But she had strips of the traditional targaryen white blond hair. The maesters remarking it must be something to do with the queer blood of the dragon. From then on there were less complaints for a time. Until Luke was born that was and they started up all the same. Viserra tried not to let the accusations bother her, repeating her mother's words to herself. I am Targaryen, that’s what matters. I am the blood of the dragon and ride upon Phantom, a ghost in the clouds. It was a reassuring thought as she remained silent beside her uncle.

As they walked she thought of the heralding of autumn now that the raven had arrived. All across the realm people would be planting the last of their crops and hoping for continued prosperity in their harvest. She wondered what the Reach looked like right now, with its endless golden fields of wheat waiting to be cut and dried. She bet it would glisten like gold in the late autumn glow of the setting sun. It also meant the last of fresh fruit, as they would soon eat preserved and candied fruit. Or so she had heard whisperings of such from the kitchen staff. She would sneak down to listen to them on any occasion she could. Mostly so she could sneak some food but also because the kitchen staff was surprisingly well informed about a number of things. She’d been close to plenty of the tight knit staff back on Dragon Stone. But here it was a daunting prospect she still wasn’t sure how to approach. She thought of enlisting her younger brothers for help. Babies were always good for softening people up.

“Watch your step.” That was the only warning she had before Aemond pushed past her viciously, nearly causing her to stumble and fall.

She righted herself and rolled her eyes, jerking her arm free from Aegon. She descended into the pit at last. Inside her brothers stood off to different sides, each with their own betrothed. Viserra walked to join Luke and Rhaena not trusting Aemond in the slightest. She wondered why no trainers were there to greet them. Had Jace not called for them? They all stood in tense silence looking at one another with thinly concealed contempt. Everyone except for Helaena who had slipped off already to find Dreamfyre, bored of her family’s drama.

[ammmyturtle]

Baela being like:

#b:tchbye😡

Daemon: tomorrow we’ll go flying

Baela: #b:tchcomebackhere!

[navree]

Are you still working on that velaryons team green fic? if yes can you talk more about it please it sounds really intresting

I've got an idea of it in my head, haven't done much to put pen to paper because I've got a bunch of other fic drafts that I want to get out (I'm legit so close to being done with my "Rhaenyra doesn't react to B&C like a dumbass" fic, and I want to get my MAWS Slade/Addie fic and my TMA season 5 au fic out into the world sometime this year too, plus I do have a Dance au that I'm far more actively plotting out, it's just between Daemon and Rhaenyra rather than Aegon and Rhaenyra, where fun fact the Velaryons are on Daemon's side). But I've definitely thought about it, and plotted some stuff out tentatively.

Basically, this is all based on the fact that, as I've mentioned in other posts, the show has given me no reason to believe that the Velaryons should want to side with Rhaenyra, any of them. Corlys should be feel antagonistic to Viserys and whatever his final wishes may be because of the constant disrespect he has been shown by Viserys specifically. Rhaena shouldn't be on board with anything Daemon is on board with because he's been a profoundly shit father to her. Baela, as someone who grew up on Driftmark watching it be ruled by a woman, should not be on board being no more than someone's consort (especially when she doesn't know him because she spent the first ten years of her life in Pentos and then the ten years after that warded at Driftmark, she shouldn't know any of the Strongs or Rhaenyra at all) and losing a throne that should have gone to her own mother to someone she doesn't know either. Rhaenys especially shouldn't be on Team Black in the show, because she spends the entire show hating Rhaenyra's guts, first for just being the heir (OK girl) and then for seemingly cuckolding her son and later, in her view, straight up murdering him, to say nothing of the antipathy she feels for Daemon as a person and specifically in keeping Laena away from her for the last ten years of her life. None of these people should be willing to follow Rhaenyra (and to a lesser extent, Daemon) down the fucking road, much less in a war. This is an inter-familial succession crisis, who the family members choose to side with comes down largely to personal preference, and based on what the show wrote, the preferences of the Velaryons should lean far away from Team Black. Like, I'm supposed to believe that Rhaenys does a complete 180 on how she's been characterized for the last twenty five years of the show's timeline because Rhaenyra managed to avoid singlehandedly starting World War Westeros in the twelve hours since she'd been crowned? Be serious.

So basically, the AU of the Velaryons being Team Green rests on the premise that the show would allow the Velaryons to be, like, upset at the constant disrespect they've been shown by the key players of Team Black. Corlys is upset at how Viserys has treated him, Rhaena is upset at Daemon for how he treated her, Baela has a stronger connection to her maternal side and Driftmark as a result, Rhaenys is consistently characterized and thus consistently upset at how Daemon and Rhaenyra affected her children, both of whom she's outlived. So during the Driftmark inheritance debacle in ep 8, Rhaenys does not magically come to Rhaenyra's aid after hating on her the entire episode, but instead keeps out of it and is neutral, as does Baela herself. And when episode nine rolls around, Rhaenys is much more amenable to Alicent's proposal. One, because Alicent saying "let us direct things behind the scenes since we're smarter even if we can't have institutional power because of the gender roles of our society" is the exact same thing Rhaenys has done her entire marriage (we legit see this in episode 5 and it's the entire basis of her power anyway). Two, because Rhaenys is, again, consistent, so she's against Rhaenyra having power, though largely for personal, petty reasons, though she does have legit concerns over having unrepentant murderers on the throne, since Rhaenyra and Daemon letting people believe they committed Laenor-cide unprompted just to satisfy themselves should have, like, consequences and people should fear what they're capable of as they said, thus not wanting them on the throne. Three, because Rhaenys and Alicent in this AU would have a pre-existing working relationship. Rhaenys has essentially been ruling over Driftmark ever since Corlys left ten years ago, while Alicent has simultaneously been the acting queen of Westeros as Viserys has grown more infirm. They've had to communicate with each other, as rulers, during that time, and be able to do so cordially and effectively in order to do right by the people living on Driftmark, who are under both of their purviews as liege lady and queen. So when Alicent gives this proposal, bolstered with her sincerity about how queens need to count the cost to their people when it comes to conflict, Rhaenys takes her at her word, and does decide to stay in King's Landing and lend legitimacy to Aegon. She stands with him on the dais, and she takes charge in sending negotiations to Rhaenyra to get her to capitulate without causing bloodshed, and she also leverages this for her own power.

One thing Rhaenys is adamant about in this AU is the same thing she's adamant about in episode 7: that the Driftwood Throne should pass to her granddaughters, not Rhaenyra's sons. So she uses the promise of her support to get the Greens to agree to that, that they will proclaim that, given the obvious bastardy of Rhaenyra's boys, the true heir to Driftmark is Baela. And Baela, who has gone back to Driftmark in the meantime, is on board with this. Again, Baela spent the last ten years there, watching Rhaenys rule. She has seen how a woman can be a ruling liege, and she has also seen Rhaenys treat with Alicent on occasion and how those two have operated as rulers themselves. And Driftmark is her connection to her mother, a mother she mourns and spent too little time with, a mother she can't even talk about with to her father because her father immediately remarried and treated his first wife and their children as if they didn't even exist. She doesn't know Rhaenyra, she doesn't know Jace, but she does know Driftmark, and Rhaenys, and even Alicent a bit. So she's fully on board with Rhaenys essentially kinda blackmailing the Greens into supporting her claim to Driftmark. And the Greens are on board with it because it gives them a PR boost. Now, they can say that they're not just disrespecting Viserys's wishes and being "sexist" for the Hell of it; they're trying to prevent a succession crisis by not allowing a woman whose heir is a clear bastard to ascend the throne and cause chaos in the realm. Look, they're fine allowing a woman to rule Driftmark, but she has trueborn Velaryon blood, even if it is descended through the mother (and this in turn vindicates Rhaenys even more, since it's lowkey a repudiation of what Jaehaerys essentially did with the Great Council, saying that not only could women not inherit but that men could not inherit through their female relatives, denying both Rhaenys and Laenor the Iron Throne). Rhaena, meanwhile, is conflicted. She has spent time on Dragonstone, she does know Rhaenyra and she does know Luke, though there's never been any formal betrothal. But she also knows and loves Baela as her sister, and she has legit issues with Daemon that have only grown and kind of left her standoffish towards her half-brothers and Rhaenyra as well. She's not sure what side she falls on, and she doesn't even know what power she really has because she doesn't even have a dragon. Corlys meanwhile I haven't given much thought to, since he's not that interesting to me, but I'm sure if I ever actually tried to write this I'd figure something out for him.

One knock-on effect of this, for the broader teams, is that it obviously gives the Greens a boost, since the Velaryons being on their side means that they get the fleet, something also important considering that Rhaenyra is on an island and desperately needs sea power as well as other kinds of power. And it makes Rhaenyra and Daemon a lot more militant, since they're now firmly disadvantaged. They're gonna be far more reliant on dragons, and far more willing to use them, and there likely would be a dragon battle involving Meleys, though not ending the way Rook's Rest did since Sunfyre and Vhagar would be on her side, not against her. I'm unsure as to whether I would have Rhaenys die in this version too, but I know at least Baela and Rhaena would live, and Baela would end up lady of Driftmark (and likely also the Greens firmly win with fewer casualties since this is my AU and I like the Greens). Luke also probably wouldn't die, since Storm's End might be less necessary now than it was in canon, and also Rhaenys would be the one to go to Storm's End to deal with the Baratheons since she is, in fact, part Baratheon through her mother, rather than sending Aemond, thus there's no chance for him to get mad and for his and Luke's dragons to then act out as a result.

Also, I haven't read it, but I saw it in the bookmarks of someone who'd left a kudos on my fic about Alicent and Viserys's engagement period, but I think this is also a bit along the lines of "Velaryons join the Greens rather than Team Black", if that idea interests you and you don't want to wait ten million years to see if I write something for it or not.

[hitwiththetmnt]

Dragon dance!

(Thank you to one of the asks I got for a lil dragon dance. Tumblr wouldn’t let me answer the ask and ate it so hopefully you find this post who ever gave me the idea!)

[goddessofvalyria]

SKIN | Modern!Aemond Targaryen x fem!oc

Summary: Aemond only wants to make her girl feels good.

TW: 18+, MINORS DNI, SMUT She/Her pronouns, kissing, sexual themes, dirty talking, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, masturbation (f receiving) tits sucking/play, squirting, sex.

This is a modern Aemond in modern AU, inspired by Mac Miller's song "Skin." Much like the rest of the album, it revolves around Mac’s sexual and emotional relationships. The song is smooth and sexy, both lyrically and sonically and the jazzy and R&B feel is a departure from Mac’s usual style.

English is not my first language, be kind and enjoy the fic <3

Words: 3300

"You hide your skin like ya shy or did somethin' wrong You stylish when you got nothin' on"

— Skin, Mac Miller.

Aemond Targaryen's fingertips glide over her skin like he's tracing constellations, each touch deliberate, as if he's memorizing the map of her body. His room is dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows that dance across the walls, adding to the intimacy of the moment. The sultry notes of Mac Miller’s "Skin" play softly in the background, setting a slow, seductive rhythm that mirrors their movements.

He leans down, his breath warm against her ear. “I only want to make you feel good,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, each word like a promise. She shivers beneath him, her back arching in response to the sensation, pressing her body closer to his.

Her hands travel up his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. She tugs at it, a silent plea, and he obliges, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. He grins down at her, his eye dark with desire, the scar across his face only adding to the intensity of his look. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, his lips brushing hers as he speaks.

She pulls him into a kiss, deep and needy, her tongue sweeping into his mouth. Aemond groans into her, his hands sliding up her sides, under her shirt. His thumbs brush against her breasts, teasing her nipples through the lace of her bra, and she gasps into his mouth. He swallows her sounds, drinking them in like they’re the sweetest wine.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down her jaw, her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin. She tilts her head back, giving him more access, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. “Aemond,” she breathes, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Please…”

He smirks against her throat, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra. “I’ve got you, baby,” he assures her, sliding the straps down her arms and tossing it aside. His mouth moves lower, capturing a nipple between his lips, sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. She moans, her hands tangling in his silver hair, pulling him closer.

Aemond’s free hand travels down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. His fingers find her wet and ready, and he groans against her skin. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he growls, his fingers teasing her clit in slow, deliberate circles. She cries out, her hips bucking against his hand, seeking more.

He chuckles, dark and throaty. “Patience, love,” he chides softly. “I want to savor you.” He slips a finger inside her, curling it just right, finding that spot that makes her see stars. She gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he adds another finger, pumping them slowly in and out, his thumb brushing against her clit with every stroke.

His lips never leave her skin, kissing down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She shivers beneath him, her breath hitching as his fingers slide between her legs, finding her slick and ready.

He teases her, his fingers brushing lightly against her clit, eliciting a gasp from her lips. He smirks at her reaction, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to make you feel good” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “I want to see you come undone for me.”

Without waiting for a response, he slides agin two fingers inside her, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes her cry out. His thumb presses against her clit, moving in slow, deliberate circles, building her pleasure. She grips his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her hips bucking against his hand.

“Oh, Aemond” she gasps, her voice breathless, her head falling back against the pillows. He watches her, his gaze hungry, his fingers moving faster, thrusting in and out of her with a steady rhythm. She feels the tension building inside her, the coil tightening with every stroke, every flick of his thumb.

He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Come for me,” he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. “I want to feel you come on my fingers.”

His words push her closer to the edge, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He keeps up the pressure, his fingers curling inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit in just the right way. She’s so close, teetering on the brink, her body tensing, her mind going blank with pleasure.

And then she’s there, the wave crashing over her, her body convulsing as she squirts soaking the sheets, the release so intense it takes her breath away. Aemond groans at the sight, his fingers never stopping, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her. She’s shaking, her body spent, her heart racing. He cuts her off with a deep kiss, swallowing her moans as her orgasm crashes over her, her walls tightening around his fingers. He keeps moving, drawing out her pleasure, not stopping until she’s a shaking, breathless mess beneath him.

He pulls back, his lips swollen and slick from her kiss, his fingers glistening with her arousal. He brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan, his gaze locked on hers. “You taste so fucking good” he murmurs, and she feels a new wave of heat flood through her at his words, her body already aching for more.

He doesn’t make her wait long. He stands, shedding the rest of his clothes, and she can’t help but admire the sight of him—tall, lean, his body a masterpiece of strength and grace. He looks down at her with a predatory hunger that sends a thrill through her.

“Your turn” he says, his voice a low growl, and she doesn’t hesitate. She sits up naked, reaching for his hips, her mouth watering at the sight of his hard length. She licks her lips, her eyes meeting his as she takes him in her hand, stroking him slowly. He hisses, his head falling back, his fingers tangling in her hair as she leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste him.

She takes his fat cook into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks him in deep. Aemond groans, his grip tightening in her hair, his hips thrusting forward slightly. “Fuck, just like that,” he mutters, his voice rough with pleasure. “You’re so good at this, baby.”

She hums around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. She works him with her mouth and hand, taking him deeper and deeper until he’s panting, his muscles tensing. He pulls her off of him suddenly, his eyes wild, his chest heaving. “If you keep going, I’m not gonna last” he admits, his voice strained.

She smiles, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “That’s the idea” she teases, but he shakes his head, pulling her up to her feet.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “I want to feel you.” He guides her back to the bed, laying her down gently. He positions himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he slides into her slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely.

They both moan at the sensation, the heat, the tightness. Aemond starts moving, his thrusts slow and deep, each one hitting that perfect spot inside her. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. “Aemond… please...” she begs, her nails digging into his back.

He grins down at her, his eye dark and hungry. “I’ve got you” he repeats, his thrusts speeding up, growing harder, more desperate. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

And he does.

He drives into her relentlessly, his pace punishing, his grip on her hips almost bruising. She’s a mess beneath him, writhing and crying out, her body taut with pleasure. “Aemond… I’m—”

“Cum for me” he commands, his voice a rough growl, and she shatters, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. He follows her over the edge, spilling into her with a guttural moan, his body trembling with the force of his release.

They collapse together, tangled and breathless, their bodies slick with sweat. Aemond pulls her close, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “I love you” he whispers, his voice soft, tender.

She smiles up at him, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and contentment. “I love you too” she murmurs, snuggling into his chest.

They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the music still playing softly in the background, their bodies humming with the aftermath of their passion. And as they drift off to sleep, Aemond knows he’s done what he set out to do—he’s made his girl feel good.

But... how they did got together?

Aemond Targaryen was always the smartest boy in school, the one who could solve complex equations in his head and recite entire passages from memory. But his intelligence made him a target. Aemond was a bit of a nerd, always seen with his nose buried in a book or lost in thought, and that was enough to draw the attention of the bullies.

He was just 11 when they cornered him one day after school, dragging him behind the gym where no one would see. He tried to fight back, but there were too many of them, and they were too strong. They jeered and taunted him, calling him names, saying he thought he was better than them. Aemond didn’t understand why they hated him so much.

Then one of them, the leader, said something about putting out his eyes, like they were going to take away the only thing that made him special. Aemond tried to escape, but they held him down, and the sharp pain of a knife slicing across his face made him scream. Blood poured from his wound, and he fell to the ground, clutching his face, blinded by the searing pain.

The bullies ran off, laughing, leaving him there, broken and bleeding. He didn't know how long he lay there, his cries echoing in the empty courtyard.

It was then that she found him. His classmate, the girl who sat two rows over in their history class. She was just passing by when she saw him, crumpled and crying, his face covered in blood. Without thinking, she ran to him, kneeling beside him, her hands shaking as she reached for her phone to call for help.

"Hold on, Aemond" she whispered, her voice trembling but kind. "I'm here. I’ve got you."

She stayed with him and the teacher until the ambulance arrived, holding his hand and wiping the blood from his face with the hem of her shirt. He was in too much pain to speak, but her presence was a comfort, a light in the darkness. Aemond never forgot how she stayed with him when everyone else had turned away.

From that day on, he became attached to her. She was his safe place, the one person who didn’t see him as just the “nerdy kid” or the “boy with the scar.” She saw him, the real him. They grew up together, side by side, through every awkward teenage phase and high school drama.

Their first kiss happened on a cool autumn evening when they were both 15. They had decided to go for a walk after dinner, a habit they’d fallen into over the years. Aemond loved these walks—they were quiet, private, and it was during these moments that he felt closest to her.

The leaves crunched under their feet as they walked down the empty street, their breath visible in the chilly night air. She walked close beside him, her arm occasionally brushing against his. They talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and laughing easily, the way they always did. But tonight felt different. There was a certain tension in the air, a kind of electricity that neither of them could ignore.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft, silver glow over everything. They reached a small park, its playground empty, the swings swaying slightly in the breeze. She pulled him toward the swings, and they sat down, side by side, their feet barely touching the ground.

For a moment, they just sat there in silence, listening to the rustling of the leaves and the distant hum of the city. Aemond could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a nervous excitement building inside him. He glanced over at her, taking in the way the moonlight illuminated her face, her eyes sparkling with a light all their own.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked softly, turning to look at him.

He hesitated for a moment, his breath hitching in his throat. He wanted to tell her everything—how much she meant to him, how he couldn’t imagine his life without her, how her presence had saved him in more ways than one. But the words caught in his throat.

Instead, he simply said: “You.”

Her eyes softened, a small smile playing at her lips. “Good things, I hope” she teased, though there was a hint of something more in her voice.

He nodded, feeling a surge of courage. “Always” he replied, his voice barely more than a whisper.

She looked at him for a long moment, her smile fading into something more serious, more intense. Aemond’s heart was racing now, his palms suddenly clammy. She was so close—close enough that he could see the small freckles dusting her cheeks, close enough that he could feel her breath on his skin.

And then, before he could overthink it, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in the softest, most tentative kiss. It was a light touch, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him, his entire body coming alive with the sensation.

For a moment, he didn’t move, stunned by the suddenness of it, by the realization that this was happening—that she was kissing him. But then he leaned into her, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, deepening the kiss. It was sweet and soft and perfect, everything he had ever imagined it would be.

When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless, their faces flushed with a mix of cold and excitement. She smiled at him, her eyes bright and happy, and he couldn’t help but smile back, his heart feeling light and free in a way it never had before.

“Wow” she whispered, her voice filled with awe and a hint of laughter.

“Yeah” he agreed, still trying to catch his breath. “Wow.”

They stayed there for a while, their foreheads touching, the world around them forgotten. In that moment, under the light of the moon, Aemond realized that he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making her smile like that. And as they walked home, their hands intertwined, he knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

By the time they were 17, Aemond knew he wanted more. His feelings for her had deepened into something stronger, something he couldn’t ignore. He’d never been brave when it came to matters of the heart, but for her, he found the courage. One warm spring afternoon, he asked her out on a date, his heart racing in his chest as he waited for her answer.

She smiled at him, that same kind smile she’d given him all those years ago when she found him bleeding and broken. “I’d love to” she said, and his heart soared.

From that moment on, they were inseparable.

Now, years later they are in their 20s, his girl—his love—lays in his bed, and Aemond knows there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than right here, with her.

As they lay in bed, wrapped in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, Aemond runs his fingers gently through her hair, savoring the warmth of her body pressed against his. The room is quiet, filled with only the soft sounds of their breathing and the steady beat of their hearts. She looks up at him, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

“Do you remember my 18th birthday?” she asks, her voice soft, her eyes shimmering with a teasing light.

Aemond chuckles, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, his thumb brushing across her skin. “How could I forget?” he replies, his voice low and full of warmth. “I remember everything about that night.”

She smiles, her gaze turning thoughtful. “It was the first time we made love” she says softly, her eyes never leaving his.

Aemond’s smile deepens at the memory. He remembers how nervous he was, how much he wanted everything to be perfect for her. They had been together for a while by then, but this felt different—more intimate, more significant. It was her 18th birthday, a milestone, and he wanted to give her something special, something that would stay with her forever.

“You were so beautiful” he murmurs, his voice filled with affection. “You still are.”

She laughs lightly, her cheeks flushing with a soft blush. “I was so nervous” she admits, her fingers tracing small patterns on his chest. “I remember thinking… what if I’m not good enough? What if you don’t like it?”

Aemond shakes his head, his expression tender. “I was the one who was nervous” he confesses. “I wanted it to be perfect for you. I wanted to make sure you felt safe and loved. It was my first time too.”

She smiles, her eyes misting over with emotion. “You did” she whispers. “I remember the way you looked at me, like I was the most precious thing in the world. You were so gentle, so patient. You made me feel… cherished.”

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Because you are” he says quietly. “You always have been.”

She closes her eyes, relishing the warmth of his lips against her skin, the sincerity in his words. “I remember the way you touched me” she continues, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Every touch felt like fire and ice all at once. It was like… like you were showing me how much you loved me without even saying a word.”

Aemond smiles, his heart swelling with affection. “I was” he admits. “I wanted you to feel it, to know it deep in your bones. I wanted you to know that I’d always be there for you, no matter what.”

She looks up at him, her eyes soft and filled with love. “And I did” she says. “I still do.”

They fall silent for a moment, lost in the memory of that night. He remembers the way she trembled beneath him, her breath hitching in her throat as he kissed her slowly, deeply. He remembers the way her hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he moved inside her, their bodies fitting together perfectly, as if they were made for each other.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt that… alive.” she says, breaking the silence, her voice filled with a soft laugh.

Aemond chuckles, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip, pulling her closer.

She smiles, her heart full, and leans up to press her lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss. “I love you” she whispers against his lips, her eyes fluttering closed.

“I love you too,” Aemond replies, his voice a low rumble in his chest. “Always.”

And as they lay there, still naked wrapped in each other’s arms, they both know that no matter how much time passes, no matter what the future holds, they will always have each other.

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Rhaenyra Targaryen —The Realms Delight

Mother y’all

[completed ver.]

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Chapter 196 - Criston

With the perfect company art because love (aka obsession) and hate are two sides of the same coin.

How it started vs How's it going, The Blacks and the Greens edition:

"Ser Criston had seen many a picture of the Maiden on Septs, big and small ones, alas they all paled against the little girl who was the Maiden come to life. ... She smiled down at him and her cheeks became the faintest colour of pink. Only then did he notice that her dress was not true white, but instead a blush colour to match her face." - The Rogue Prince and the White Knight by @sweetestpopcorn "I hate you, Criston. I hate you. I hate you so much. Rhaenyra bit the inside of her mouth and felt her fingernails break the soft skin of her palms. She felt the tears prickle her eyes as well." - The Blacks & the Greens, Chapter 194 Rhaenyra X by SweetestPopcorn

Come join me as I scream about this story and the latest arc.

Thank you SweetestPopcorn for all your feedback and your hardwork on these stories!!

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Chapter Update: 200

AU

"Give the girl to me to wife" - Prince Daemon told his brother - "Who else would take her now?"

And so, the Rogue Prince gets his wish and is given the Realm's Delight to marry. Thus begins the dynasty of Prince Daemon and Princess Rhaenyra...leaving the Greens speechless at King Viserys's decision, and in fear of Lord Flea Bottom and what is to come.

Part 1- The Realm's Delight Part 2- The Third and the Second Part 3 - The Yellow Dragon and the Gold Part 4 - The Dance of the Dragons 

Based on the characters and events created by GRRM.

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Thorn of Winterfell

Chapter eight

Pairing - Stark!OC x Benjicot Blackwood

Summary - The Black army marches for King’s Landing.

Warnings - graphic depictions of violence, lore™️, sketchy depictions of medieval hierarchies, blood, death, depictions of shock, dubious battle mechanics. Depictions of anxiety.

Word count- 2.7k

Okay fine here’s the actual start of the action.

They marched in the morning. Before dawn, Cregan had woken her with the news.

“We’re marching south. The King consort thinks to take King’s landing as Prince Aemond rides out of it.”

She'd gone pale at his words. She’d hastily thrown the covers back and began to dress. If Vhaegar spotted them on the march, it was all over. They’d all be less than ash on the field.

“What about Prince Jacaerys?”

Syana had not seen him come back from guard duty. She’d been too busy filling her brother in on their trip to the godswood and the visions the heart tree had given her.

“He’s flying out ahead of us.”

Her stomach turned at that thought. Vermax was a passing snack to Vhaegar.

“Hey.”

Her brother put a hand on her shoulder, stilling her shaking hands struggling to button her cloak up. She took a deep breath and turned to face him.

“Jace knows how to handle himself.”

She nodded, that was true enough. Vermax was smaller, easier to maneuver in the air. But it only took one wrong move for it to all be over. He couldn’t outrun that monster no matter how long he flew.

“Besides, he has the King Consort as backup. You ought to worry about keeping your sword up or Ser Dustin will drop you off at the next keep.”

That snapped her out of her daze. Grabbing her brother's arm the two had quickly made their way to the stables. “Let us hope my wobbly arms are our biggest worry.” She said watching the skies for glinting dragon scales.

Now she was on her horse doing the same thing. For hours they rode on towards the east. They were going to swing around the God’s eye and cut down to King’s Landing. Their entire plan hinged upon Prince Aemond flying straight over the kingsroad west of them. He was flying to meet the King Consort in some epic fight to the death at Harrenhal, only Daemon would not be there to meet him. Instead he was flying above where they marched, Caraxes bright red scales easily spotted against the white clouds. The two armies were meant to meet in battle at Harrenhal, to die in those cursed black walls. She could not be happier to fight under the blue sky instead. Even if she was riding to her death, she would prefer it here.

As they marched ceaselessly on, it gave her plenty of time to reflect on the events of last night. She thought back to her brother's face when she’d burst into his chambers, the lord Blackwood hot on her heels.

“Tell me.” He’d said at once, eyes darting between the two of them frantically.

She’d closed the door tightly behind them and for good measure walked to the point of the room furthest from it. She could tell Cregan was only a moment from drawing his sword if she did not speak. She gestured for Benjicot to move away from her and pulled a chair out for herself to sit on. Her trembling legs were grateful for the reprieve even if her arm was still dripping with sticky red sap.

“The gods have spoken to me brother.” Her voice was hoarse in her own ears. She watched the two men watching each other. “I saw death. The death that awaits us on the road at our enemies hands.”

Cregans eyes finally found their way to hers at that. He stood firmly, back straight, waiting for her to continue.

“Since we arrived here I’ve felt the pull of the godswood. My nights are full of strange dreams about the heart tree. I thought to ignore it, only I kept ending up there anyway.” She’d shaken her head, frustrated. “I knew I was going to go back at some point before we left.” She hesitated then wondering how best to approach the subject. Then she mentally shrugged and decided to be upfront. “Lord Blackwood has become somewhat of a shadow at my side and when I left dinner to talk to Prince Jacaerys, he followed me. It turns out, he’s also been having weirwood dreams.”

As Cregan’s gaze flickered towards Benjicot, he nodded to confirm her words. “I did not pass a night without the same dream; the path to the heart tree.”

“Reluctantly convinced, the two of us entered the godswood and followed Benjicot’s dream path to the heart tree.” She paused here trying to swallow her fear but her mouth was so dry all of the sudden. “He showed me something, a gift of sorts.”Cregan’s face was an unreadable mask as she haltingly spoke.

“I could demonstrate again if ne-”

“No!” She cut him off forcefully. Then she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Please refrain from any more demonstrations.”

The last thing she needed was a bird swooping in through the window or gods forbid opening the door like a man. She turned back to her brother, she knew he was growing frustrated with the lack of real answers.

“He can skin change.” Her voice was a hiss, just a barely audible whisper in the otherwise quiet room. “I saw it myself and I would not dare have him do it again where he might be seen.”

Her skin had crawled at the thought of being found out. Why couldn’t they be in the north? Things like this were easier to accept when it was so cold you felt as if your teeth might shatter with the next blow of the breeze. The cold was a magical force all on its own.

“No.” Her brother's baritone voice rumbled through the room. “You shouldn’t do it here.” He quickly agreed and Syana tried not to be too smug about it. “But while we’re on the road you should.”

She had looked at her brother aghast but he was too busy telling his plan to Benjicot. “Whatever post you were riding before, leave it. Ride out front with the scouts, I’ll see new groups assigned.”

If she’d been in shock before now she was fully locked in on her brother's words. She was a scout after all.

“You trust Robb?”

“With my life and then some.” Benjicot replied easily.

“Do you trust him with this?”

A thoughtful silence passed while he considered Cregan’s question. She had a pit growing in her stomach as she realized a little too late what her brother was up to. At Benjicot’s nod of approval, he was talking again.

“I will ensure you, Robb and Syana are in a group. Have Robb watch the rear, his eyes are better suited for it.”

When she tried to protest this entire ordeal, he silenced her with a single look. It was a look that said you brought this to me, now let me handle it.

“You will scout ahead while he looks through the bird’s eyes. Be ready to hear what he’s seen, seconds can matter in this instance.”

When she didn’t answer, he sighed impatiently. “Do you understand or not?”

Feeling embittered, she’d nodded, tuning out the rest of his words to the lord.

“Sy, they’ve called for you up front.”

Pulled out of her thoughts, she gripped the reins of her horse tightly. “Thanks Myr.” She smiled softly at her friend and rode to join her waiting group.

Robb and Benjicot were already a ways away from the group. When she approached it was obvious they had been talking about her. Robb clammed up quickly, clearing his throat he fell behind the two of them to watch the rear. They rode on for a while until the rest of the army was lost to their eyes. Syana had her bow pulled taut, an arrow notched and ready to fly at the first thing that moved against them. She knew the exact moment Benjicot left his body despite her eyes looking straight ahead. It was hard to describe but she just felt the moment he was no longer there. She watched the empty field ahead of them, nothing but the wind swept across the grass. On one side of them was the god’s eye, still stretching on as far as the eye could see. She knew it had to end sometime soon but it felt like it was infinite the longer they marched.

She was tense in the saddle, sweat dripped down her neck and under her collar. The wind did nothing to ease the burning heat inside of her, apprehension was coiled around every single nerve in her body. She felt tighter than her bowstring as she watched the skies and the ground. Every now and then she would monitor Benjicot, making sure he did not fall out of his saddle. His all white eyes were just as unnerving now as they had been the first time she’d seen them. She wondered what he was seeing behind that moonlit gaze, what it felt like to soar above it all. Her arms were beginning to ache from the effort of holding her bow at the ready. It couldn’t have been longer that long since he’d gone from them. She felt disgust at her lack of strength. She really needed to start training harder. Her eyes scanned the still empty horizon, noting the growing clouds in the distance; a storm was brewing. It would be here before nightfall.

Beside her a heavy gasp rang out. She turned her head sharply, watching as the spirit of the man reentered his body. A chill ran through her despite the sweat dripping into her armor at the sight. She didn’t give him a second to adjust.

“What’d you see?”

“Quickly,” He gasped, still trying to catch his breath. “Reach the King Consort, tell him to fly ahead of us and meet with the Queen.”

She looked at him eyes wide, incredulous. “And why would he listen to me?”

“Figure it out, Syana. By the time that storm reaches us the Lannister army will be upon us, not long after another will join them. It is inevitable that we will fight here. Prince Aemond means to arrive long before the army, King’s landing is open right now. If he waits, they will meet on the open field together. It is a near certainty so figure out how to get him to leave but do it now.”

Her expression was dark as she galloped away from him without a word. As she passed Robb she began to pick up real speed. Her horse was excited at the prospect of a real run for once even if it was only a short distance back to the rest of the guard. Prince Daemon rode above the scouts in the front so it did not take her long to spot them. She could have collapsed with relief at the sight of the dragon on the ground and the King consort standing on his own two feet. That solved one issue. She’d been chiefly concerned with how she was going to grab his attention while he sat on top of his dragon. As she approached the haughty man she couldn’t help but think of his resemblance to the prince, both stood in a uniquely pompous way. Her stomach clenched violently at the thought of Jacaerys in front of them. What if Aemond had already spotted the prince? What if he was lying dead in a burned field somewhere and they just didn’t know it yet? Her palms were so slick with sweat her gloves threatened to slip off as she dismounted her horse. The only sound audible was the erratic thumping of her heart.

The King Consort was saying something to someone. She couldn’t hear anything; her blood was rushing too quickly to allow her to hear the individual words. She was barely aware of her own voice forming words in return.

“My king, there is an urgent matter that requires your attention.” She’d known even in this autopilot state that he would answer to the title more than her words. He quickly dismissed the man he’d been speaking with and began to walk with her.

“What did you see? Catch sight of the enemy scouts? Did they see you? Ah, no matter who cares if they did. I’m ready now, say the word. Come on, out with it. What did the bloody bowman see?”

The man talked in quick succession, never allowing her a moment to speak but berating her for it all the same.

“I apologize for the manner in which I am about to speak but I feel the urgency of the situation at hand calls for a bit more frankness, my King.”

The silver haired man hesitated beside her, eyeing her closely up and down as if he could see what she was made of. Then he nodded once. “On with it.”

“I don’t know what you know about the old gods and I won’t pretend to lecture you; Blackwood saw the enemy. Not here, not now but soon by tonight.” Then in an uncharacteristic move, she fell to her knees. “I will beg your pardon here now but you must believe me when I say he has seen this. If you fly to join the Queen now, King’s landing will be yours before the blood dries on the field.”

“Stand.”

Pulling herself back up she found the courage to meet the King consort’s eyes.

“How has he seen this?”

She felt sweat pouring down her back plastering her undershirt to her skin. This was the make or break moment. If he didn’t believe her they were all doomed. She glanced around to be sure they were alone and then she told him. “Through the eyes of a bird. He flew above us, several hours ahead. The Blackwoods have the blood of the children in their veins like those of us up north, the lord can skin change.”

She waited then suspended in terror for his answer. Daemon was not known for his love of myths and magic. He was more like her brother in that aspect, a man of action. He was too busy whacking heads off to care about legends. She spent that moment of eternity hand crafting together an argument to sway him. If she could not do it through word she would have to expose Benjicot to the camp by making him demonstrate it.

Finally the man beside her spoke. “How long has he had the sight?”

Syana was shocked at his response and scrambled to answer. “I’m not sure. He only told me of it last night. I advised him against telling anyone else, the river lords are suspicious men.”

Daemon nodded at that before he stopped walking and turned to face her. He leaned down to whisper to her, his hand heavy on her shoulder. “You will speak of this to no one, not even my wife.” All of the heat in her body died as her blood froze at his words. She was rooted to the spot, stiff as a board. “I will fly out to meet her and if we take the city, you have my gratitude.” His grip tightened around her shoulder, causing her to wince. “If it turns out you’re leading me astray, you won’t live long enough to regret it.”

She was fine with the threat, she had expected it after all. Daemon was not known for his shining sense of hospitality.

“And neither will your brother. I’ll see to his punishment personally, wolf.”

Anger and indignation rose up in her then. She was trying to help him for the gods sake. Though she supposed she should be thanking her lucky stars he even knew what a skin changer was. She wondered if he would have known before spending all that time in Harrenhal; probably not. Either way, she should be grateful he hadn’t just sliced her at the knees for daring to speak to him. He hadn’t waited for her response and she watched in cold fear as he shouted order at the troops and mounted Caraxes. Still in a daze, she mounted her horse and headed back towards Benjicot and Robb.

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What if Westeros has twitter XD

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Little Aegon when baby Viserys was born

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Concept/Sneak Peek: Aegon II Targaryen x OlderSister!Reader.

(UPDATE JUNE 2: I haven't forgotten about this, half of it is already written, but I'm having exams, so until the beginning of next month I won't be able to sit down and write, BUT I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN I'M GOING TO FINISH IT I SWEAR! !!)

“Do you love me?” Aegon asked in a tearful whisper. He looked angelic, in his white pajamas and his violet eyes filled with tears that refused to fall but were clearly there. The question had come out of nowhere, but you still answered it without any hesitation.

“Of course I love you, Aegon,” you told him, whispering back and making him feel like it was just you and him in the world. He looked at you surprised, perhaps a little relieved, and a tear slid down his cheek. “You are my brother, my blood. I love the bones off you, husband.”

The need struck Aegon suddenly, just with that, and he began to pray in his mind to the gods that you would take his offer. Well, now he did not want for anything in the world that his mother would fulfill her mission and annul your marriage. There was nothing more in the world than he wanted to stay by your side for the rest of his life, now he understood that.

Or

Where you, the youngest daughter of Aemma and Viserys, married Aegon, the eldest son of Alicent Hightower, after the incident of the eye of Aemond in Driftmark. Years after your marriage, you fulfill your duty as Hand of the King. Since no children have been born from you union, your stepmother plans to request the annulment of your marriage, to marry Aegon to a daughter of the Baratheon. This is to ensure the support of that house when Viserys dies.

Aegon, who has enjoyed suffocating freedom since he married you when he was only fourteen, doesn't want that, and for the wrong reasons. He resigns himself to doing his duty in order to remain free, you two need a child, but he finds himself with something much better than freedom: a life tied to you.

(Let me know if you're interested in a fanfic like this, I could make it a series, because I love the concept, but I don't know.

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Playing around with half-dragon Warriors. Inspired by chapter 23 of @skyward-floored’s whumptober fic.

Just wanted to play with Warrior’s dragon features and what his “performance��� would be in his and Legend’s uh new job 😅

Also had this AMV on repeat most the time I was drawing this so you can get a vibe of what inspired Warrior’s “dragon dancing”

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today, i bring you more Lion Dancer Team!Mk and Mei. tomorrow, who knows?