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* —INTRODUCING...FIYONA BRACKEN || 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋

❝At just ten and six, Fiyona Bracken is abruptly shipped away from her home in the Riverlands to be wed to Prince Aemond Targaryen. The One-Eyed Prince is initially resentful of the match, feeling it to be a slight on his status, and he remains mostly distant from his wife in spite of her kind nature. As they struggle to form a strong connection, and have a child of their own, Aemond’s inner demons and quest for power drive him further down a dark path, leading to more isolation and struggles in their marriage. His sudden new role as Prince Regent of the realm only further fuels the harsh fire Fiyona so desperately wishes to vanish. With a great war on the horizon, the Prince’s pursuit of power and revenge blinds him to the damage he is causing, all while he uses his love for his family as justification…❞

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[sshireens]

i love seeing people take preexisting characters and just make them their own ocs. i love adopting fanon as gospel. i love stealing from the source and turning mercury into gold. rb and tag with your own

[rhearoyces]

i commissioned the amazing @murmel-malt to draw cassana baratheon's coronation portrait from my upcoming asoiaf oc fic: break you down with a fury

i'm so incredibly pleased and impressed with how she turned out. both her and her outift are absolutely gorgeous. i adore this so much.

[hvrtrcts]

BLOOD UPON THE SNOW -> after the young wolf dies in the red wedding and the war of the five kings finally comes to an end, druella bolton finds herself in a predicament when in a twist of events she is disinherited and the murderer of her younger brother, the bastard and his dogs rule the land of winter. the blood of the red kings flow in her blood, the leech lord's daughter she is called but when she is betrayed by her own father to be married off to a frey knight in all but name, druella knows she needs to take matter in her own hands. gif credits x

[emilykaldwen]

The Maiden and the Drowning Boy Rating: Explicit Chapters: 20 (give or take) Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong, Aemond Targaryen x Helaena Targaryen, Eventual Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.

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CHAPTER TWO - REWRITE THIS PAIN WE OWN

The names of the others his mother and grandfather had listed off floated through his mind. Every single suitor was surely more worthy to be whatever it was they wanted him to be; every single one another reminder that they were forcing this. They weren’t even giving her to him, not to love like he wanted. No, they were taking his Maiden and turning her into a pawn just like him, placing her on the board beside him to move them both as his mother and grandfather pleased. It felt like something sacrificial; dark and maybe sacred in whatever deals had been made, whatever machinations brewed behind the curtains that he could not see. Everything worth having was meant to be claimed as he had Sunfyre, not shoved into his arms behind deceptively passive smiles.

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[stachedocs]

Kat's beloved WIPS | Welcome to the New Year's reveal of HEARTS OF STONE featuring THAEDA STONE

"I knew Valemen were proud, but I always assumed it was a kind of pride that made them virtuous," said Lady Catelyn. "No. Just unbearable," admitted Thaeda and hid her viciously smiling mouth inside a cup filled with more clarrey.

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[viscardiac]

A season left of summer - Masterlist

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𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: “But know this,” she rose an eyebrow. “I think Ceryse Hightower a poor match for the prince.” “And should Aella, a babe, suit him better?” He shook his head with a smile, pulling Visenya closer. “She just might.” “Let her be. Soon, Lady Ceryse shall give him an heir to care for, and this shall be long forgotten.” “I do hope you’re right,” Visenya sighed, leaning on his chest. But I don’t think you are, she thought.

I - THIS IS A BAD IDEA

II - A THOUGHT TOO VILE TO ENTERTAIN

III - LIES AND MOCKERY

IV - I FEEL STUPID AND CONTAGIOUS

V - HELLO, HOW LOW

VI - LATE NIGHT DEVIL PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME

VII - BUT THEN IT STOPPED, AND I WAS IN THE DARKNESS, SO DARKNESS I BECAME

VIII - AND I KNOW THAT I'LL LOSE, BUT I'LL DO MY MOVE

IX - THE FLESH IN THE FRUIT AND THE BLOOD IN THE WINE

X - WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN SHE EATS THE MOON?

XI - AND ALL OF THE FISH, LET THEM FLOUNDER

[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 9

Cw: mentions of underage sex, refrenced statuory r*pe and loss of bodily autonomy(basically just a regular day in westeros)

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Jena Mertyns of Mistwood had risen in court using her gods-given gifts of charm and beauty in record time.

Lord Jasper Wylde had no need of more children ---he had a total of nine and twenty children with the bulk of them being illegitimate--- and while the Ironrod was prodigious with his cock, he was not a prince.

Bookish, violent, and misunderstood Aemond had been her second lover.

The first being her now husband who educated her in the ways of carnal pleasures.

She had been only six and ten when it began, Jena had been a Mertyns by birth and heir to Mistwood given her cousin ,brother of the first Lady Wylde, died without issue less than ten moons onto their marriage.

Ironrod had already had her by the time she arrived at court that year to make her case on the matter of her husband’s will, so she knew there was no one else to seduce to gain what was rightfully hers.

But then she met Aemond.

Aemond who was pleasant company when he wasn’t being the cold and indifferent prince with a talent for violence.

Aemond was she is very sure was a man maiden when she first brought him to her bed weeks after his sixth and tenth nameday.

She made him a man and now he had left her in the dust and replaced her with his six- and ten-year-old niece a year later.

Of course, Jena was a beauty with hair like ebony, a sharp tongue and powerful allies, but Princess Aemma with her silver gold ringlets, sweet demeanor and high rank had made her lose her coveted spot in both court and Aemond’s heart.

You are a servant, she is a queen, her husband had said when both began to feel the loss of her status as the One-Eyed Prince’s mistress.

They did not feel the waning of their influence for too long.

Not now that Prince Aegon out of spite had bent her over a card table after his little wife fucked his brother like she loved him.

Love.

The one thing few have and that you sure as hell do not find with your husband.

This morning she received jewels, gold and a gelding as dark as her hair.

Aemond had not been as generous, how could he be when a second son had less than the firstborn?

“Did you like the gelding, Lady Wylde?” Princess Aemma smiled sweetly as she asked.

She could be a bitch; marriage had made her a delightful creature.

The Pearl of Dragonstone had been as sweet as naïve as her goodsister, only the Pearl’s sweetness had begun to melt away to reveal sharp edges after her return from the progress.

A shitty husband and goodmother does that to a girl.

“Yes, his highness was rather thoughtful to gift me such a beautiful horse.” Jena thanked her knowing this faux kindness will leave once she hears the rumors of her and Aemond.

Jena had the advantage of the court gossip mill and friends amongst the ladies.

Aemma spent so much time playing the lord of the castle and bettering the lives of the smallfolk she had not bothered with making the vapid hens her friends like Jena had done.

Her name was not enough here.

Not when Alicent Hightower ruled with an iron fist.

The girl giggles, “He deserves no such praise, Lady Wylde. The gelding was my gift to you.  He wanted to give you a mare, but the gelding seemed more fitting.”

Ah, so it is true then! The lady catches onto the meaning quickly.

Oh, poor, stupid, Aemond.

He was being used as a stud and fell in love with his brother’s wife.

Really the mummers in Braavos could never write something as good as this.

“Yes, even more than you think, your highness. I heard you have acquired a stud worthy of a kingdom, a stud I broke in myself, I might add.

Rode him till he cried for mercy the morning your highness returned from the progress.” Jena lowered her voice and tried not to look too gleeful when the princess was caught unawares by her words.

She didn’t know, sweet Aemond had not told her about her.

“I suppose I should thank you; he is a great fuck.” The princess tries to shake off the surprise and returns fire like a natural when a handmaiden comes to tell her letters from Dragonstone had arrived for her. “Good day, Lady Wylde and I hope your new gelding satisfies you as much as he satisfied me.”

Nothing like fucking the same man to bring out the bitch in you.

“Bitch.” Jena mutters knowing she can hear her.

“Princess Bitch.” Aemma corrects with a disarming smile.

This will be the start of an interesting friendship.

Because her mother will be returning to court, Aemma must get her tonic ---which is a vial she must drink without fail once a week--- early and have enough in supply for the next moon.

Even meeting Aemond’s former lover has not hampered her joy at having her family and her ladies returning here.

Even grandmother is supposed to be coming for a visit.

Something about Uncle Vaemond wanting to contest grandfather’s will.

Why he’d do so when grandfather is perfectly fine and Baela and Rhaena are above him in the succession, is not said in the letter.

But that is a question for another day.

The first question of the day is why the apothecary’s shop is closed?

And the second is, why is Ser Criston here?

“Your goodmother has had me follow you ever since the agreement.” He says keeping things vague as if their silver hair peeking from their hoods and hats didn’t give them away already.

They wore hooded cloaks and while Teora in her Septa’s robes could hide her, they were too fine to not draw attention to them.

“I was buying fertility tonics; it is not my fault it did not work. If you will excuse me, Ser, I need to find another apothecary willing to keep their mouth shut for a reasonable price.” Aemma lied and tried to return to her unmarked carriage without him tailing her.

She had known the carriage was a bad investment.

“Lord Strong had the apothecary questioned, the ruse is up, your highness.” The Dornish knight whispers as he helps her into the fucking carriage like a little girl caught running off to cause mischief.

“Fuck.” Aemma mutters and gestures for him to join them inside the carriage.

“Language, Aemma.” Her Septa chastised her as if that even mattered now and she tells her so.

“I cannot, will not, have a child. I would rather have Silverwing burn me alive than give Aegon an heir.” Aemma digs her nails onto the leather seat to stop herself from crying at how much she fucking loathes the hand she has been dealt. “I do not want to live my mother’s life.”

“It is for the better of the realm, your highness.” He repeats the same phrase she hears from the septons, the maesters, the members of the small council and now the man who fucked her mother and has the audacity to call her a whore.

“As if that makes it any better!” She scoffed at his words. “My mother did the same and was branded a whore, by her no less! Her grace may feign to be righteous and good, but whatever hell my mother will burn in, it is a consolation to know Alicent will be right there beside her.”

The knight tries to counter her, spread the gospel about poor queen Alicent who only wants to protect her children and make the perfect puppet king for her father because gods forbid that woman grows a damn spine and tells her father to go fuck himself.

But Aemma does not listen.

Once she is queen, she will send her on a long walk off a short pier.

[artcinemas]

“Arya Revan is loyal to no one but herself and Otto Hightower should have known that before he calls over the kingsguard to capture the fatale herself.”

SONG OF THE SNAKES, PRELUDE

[czernyss]

— 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄 

Allise turned to look behind her uncle, where the queen and her rightful children sat in a wheelhouse of gilded metal, oil slick and silver. She could already imagine the happenings inside. Her mother would be sitting with little Tommen on her lap, and Myrcella would be playing with dolls on the caravan’s floor. Cersei Lannister, beautiful yet severe, would be watching her children with the kind of light only a parent could have for the ones they’d brought into this world. 

Allise knew the look well, because Cersei had never once directed it towards her. 

It wasn’t that her mother hated Allise. She thought it would be impossible for Cersei to hate any of her children, but Allise was not anyone. She was a bastard, a baby born from defilement. Everyone knew the story. It was often murmured behind her back from servants, loyal bannermen, and sometimes freeriders that stayed in the court. 

14 years ago, Cersei Lannister was coming back from a trip to Casterly Rock, the ancestral home of her House, when her carriage was accosted by a particularly unhappy crowd of beggars in Flea Bottom. Cersei was forced from her carriage, the guards unable to protect her in the crowds, and the queen emerged from the onslaught bloody and bruised. Months later, her belly began to swell, the truth of what really happened coming to light. Cersei’s father was furious, calling for the king to mercilessly punish those responsible. Justice was handed out, leaving thirteen civilians with their heads on spikes, limbs torn from their bodies and left to rot in the street where it had happened. 

The queen’s husband called for Cersei to get rid of the child, but for some reason Cersei refused. The stories were twisted from there, but most claimed the queen had actually gotten down on her knees and begged for King Robert to let her keep the child. Even more odd, the king had agreed. 

Fourteen years later, Allise couldn’t understand the reasoning. She couldn’t comprehend why she was still alive. 

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[lightofthearrow]

fandom: house of the dragon. rating: mature. (for now) characters: OCs, rhaenyra & fam, corlys & fam, alicent & fam chapters available: preface (1)

Setting her pack on the floor, Lara knelt and began sorting out the supplies they accumulated along their quest. It all belonged to a list Aquila drew up herself to open the entryway. Supposedly, beyond the runes and outlines was a woman so unique few believed she existed. The Whyte Witch. Rumored to be stronger than any priest or priestess in existence, loved and feared by the people she served and a terror to those who scorned her. Incisu had not been sighted for almost a hundred years. She was more myth now than history. Lara didn’t care about any hearsay; all she desired was the same favor she begged Aquila to grant.  Please bring my husband back to me. Being parted is worse than death. He is a good man stolen from existence long before his time. For the purity of love, please, deliver him to the land of living.

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[hiddenqveendom]

* — VEINS OF FIRE : scenes in s2 pt. [1/?]

❝westeros is on the brink of a bloody civil war as the green and black councils take up arms for king aegon and queen rhaenyra, respectively...❞ —s2 e1 · a son for a son

ft. fiorella dondarrion, raisa royce, jaehra targaryen, seraena storm, & torvi the right eye.

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[makesitprecious]

Say your goodbyes, but darling if you please // Don't go without me

@kingsroad ( honestly who did you have to kill for this url )

𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂 !

♡ ♥ 𝓥𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖘 & 𝓥𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖆 ♥ ♡

[rhearoyces]

FEEL ME IN THE FIRMNESS UNDER YOU

ALICENT HIGHTOWER | JANNA REDWYNE

She fell asleep by Aegon’s crib and dreamed herself a lighthouse, a column of green flame consuming the Red Keep from within. She dreamed herself calling wordlessly to the people of the Reach, to those who had named her ancestors kings long before the Taragaryens had ever come to their shores, and in her dream they came to her, wrapped themselves around her and the son in her arms and made them safe. When she woke, she knew what she had to do. -- Alone in an increasingly hostile court, Queen Alicent Hightower seeks out friends and allies that might defend her and her children. She doesn't expect to find quite so many. Or, Alicent Hightower, through the eyes of her ladies-in-waiting.

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[sshireens]

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[middimidoris]

HELLO MY FAVORITE COUPLE!!! 😍😍😍

YALL LOOK AT THIS GIFSET!! Its impeccable. Its perfect. It’s so WyllAemond it’s not even FUNNY.

Please go read this fic. Go support my best friend. It’s such a good story.

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

they say i killed you (haunt me then)

well, here it is, my first ever gifset. the title for this fic gives me away for the Emily Bronte fangirl that i am and always have been, and it felt fitting to finally bring these babies to life myself as the story winds down to an end that will bring it to over 250k words. and, as per usual, i am nothing without the amazing friend's i've collected like health potions. this set would not have been possible without @emilykaldwen and @aegonx encouraging me and lending me their helping hands. so a million kisses for you both.