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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

[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)

Gif by @behindfairytales

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @sweethoneyblossom1 @aemondx

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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[stachedocs]

Kat's beloved plotbunnies | A Song of Ice and Fire | Ted's ships 1/3 EVERICH LOVE & LEMAN OF THAEDA STONE as told verily by heres suster bi the faderes side the goode lady Myranda Royce MARWYN BELMORE the Captain of Guards

It is hard, nigh impossible to talk about my suster without mentioning Ser Marwyn Belmore, the heir to Strongsong, here dearest paramour. By man or by Fate, they been inseparable. Nobody knowst Thaeda's pridefulness better than Marwyn, and Marwyn's villainous kynde better than Thaeda. There is something disturbing in the way they are drawn close by the worst in one another rather than their virtues, al be that it is perhaps for hope of mutual bettering. It is with thanks to Thaeda that Ser Marwyn became Captain of Guards to Lord of the Eyrie Robert Arryn, the Defender of the Vale and Warden of the East, in 299 AC at all. Forthy has he sworn himself to here by oath, to love and protect here as good and well as his liege.

A/N: Are Chaucer's bones rattling in his grave? Heck yeah. But, man, was this fun to make! At first I had planned one post to introduce all Ted's ships, but I suppose it's a series now lmao. Taglist: @samwilsonns, @darkwolf76, @fragilestorm, @arrthurpendragon, @princessmadelines, @kingsroad. Want to be added or removed? Shoot me an ask!

[foxinthegodswood]

they say i killed you (haunt me then) is a House of the Dragon canon-divergent fanfic that takes place immediately following the events of Storm’s End and the death of Lucerys Velaryon in 129 AC. It's a story about grief, loss, obsession, war, the idea of who we are when we've been stripped of our identity, and what we'll do for those we love.

Wylla Karstark is content with her life in the far reaches of the North, happy to be so far from the brewing war that threatens to tear apart the country. She has everything she ever thought she needed - her brothers, her mother, the land she loves. Then Aemond Targaryen tumbles from the sky, abandoned by his dragon and left at her mercy, pressing at her every nerve and opening her eyes to the possibility of life beyond Karhold. But what happens when the tables turn and it’s Wylla who finds herself under the thumb of the One-Eyed Prince, thrust into a war she has little hope of surviving? Can a fox endure the attention of a dragon? Will any of them make it out alive?

content warnings: canontypical violence, dubcon, kidnapping, explicit content, major character death/minor character death, generational trauma, pregnancy, pregnancy loss

Updates on ao3 every other Friday. Subscribe there if you want chapter updates 🖤 I do not give permission to repost or plug into chat gpt this or any work of mine. most recent update: ch 30 - The After

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ao3

haunt me tag

wylla tag

haunt me masterlist

outtakes:

fall on me like night - ot3verse

comfort - abby/wylla

haunt me art:

A Traitor's Wife

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of

A Northern Wedding

Lonely Day

Wuthering Heights

The Many Names of Lady Wylla Karstark

Wylla and Aemond by @murmel-malt

A Meeting. A Wedding. A Rejoining by @emilykaldwen

Aemond and Wylla by @selfproclaimedunicorn

When You Break (Aemond x Wylla, Aegon x Abby)

For Everything a Reason by @emilykaldwen

Hiraeth

[viscardiac]

A season left of summer - Masterlist

TAG || PLAYLIST

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

[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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[sshireens]

asoiaf oc community FOLLOW ME PLEASE i am obsessed and require stimuli

[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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[faerune]

The marriage of Lord Edwyn Slate and Lady Lyla Lannett proved an advantageous pairing. Uniting the ports of West and North, Lord Edwyn was in turn given a sizeable dowry for the eldest Lannett daughter who had yet to marry at twenty and five. Unfortunately, until his early death, Lord Edwyn drank and whored his way through the Lannett dowry along with much of House Slate’s respectable coffers.

Instead of wallowing in her bitterness, Lady Lyla turned her attentions toward the only child to come of the marriage, the Lady Mira Slate. With no male heirs apparent, Lady Lyla sought to sate her ambition through her daughter. The lady brought the noted Maester Henly from the Citadel along with a rotating roster of tutors, septas, and scholars.  Despite preferring books and a quiet life of learning to political scheming and machinations imagined by her mother, Mira was an obedient daughter desperate for her mother’s aprpoval. Maester Henly had once written that the young Mira spent much of her time clinging to her mother’s skirts, despite the strict obedience Lady Lyla required of her.

By the time Lady Mira inherited her father’s seat at the age of ten and six, she was a girl well-versed in economics, language, politics, and the arts. The clever, intelligent girl was blessed with beauty and a learned charm. It was rumored that she had also been taught the ways of seduction by the Lyseni prostitute Lord Edwyn had brought to Hawkharbor, with whom she shared an unexpected friendship.

[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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[lya-dustin]

Shock and Delight

Chapter 6

Daeron’s main suspects are all gathered in the same place.

Lucky for him Helaena was going to call on their sister’s household because her sweet nature doesn’t see them for the treacherous vipers they are.

Helaena had visited Dragonstone in recent years, she and Aegon had gone for Visenya’s anointing and the twins’ namedays ---Jace and Aemma as well as Rhaena and Baela’s--- in father’s place and corresponded frequently with them.

You worry for nothing, they are harmless, she had said as she had the children readied for their playdate with their cousins and asked the handmaiden to set two or three places at the table as she expected Daemon’s daughters and Aemma to come to dinner.

They are vipers, he had said shocked that she’d invite them over to dinner with their family.

The only vipers are over there, Helaena had said looking at the Tower of the Hand where grandsire and the lords of the Small Council were gathered for a meeting.

Perhaps she was right, there is nothing fiend-like in them, he notes as they ladies laugh over some anecdote over tea. None of the women here where the bloodthirsty monsters mother had said they were after Aemond’s loss of his eye.

Aemma gave a frustrated huff as she gave up her embroidery, Rhaenyra talked with Helaena about the virtues of having the children’s hatchlings remain with them to foster their bond and the twins seemed perfectly capable of holding their violence.

Rhaena sketched on the seat beside him, and Baela posed with a book in her hands and a foot hanging off the side of the couch in front of them.

“Out with it, Daeron the Daring, what is it that has you looking at us like we are bugs Helaena is planning to pick apart for her boards?” Baela the Bold asks without breaking her pose. Rhaena the Radiant paused to look at him with as much curiosity as she did at the ball.

They were pretty, though Baela was the one who stood out with her boldness, Daeron preferred Rhaena’s subdued and more ladylike nature.

“The Morning Scandal. Seeing as my niece’s words are apparently frequent guests in the sheet, I would like to know which one of you is the gossipmonger who insults so many under a pseudonym.” He is as blunt as Aemond in hopes it gives him a result. Aemond can get all that he wants with a blunt sentence and a bored look in his face, a power Daeron has yet to develop.

“I am three years older than you, Daeron. I would rather you call me Aemma than niece, makes you sound like an old man.” Aemma the Adored points out and he bites his because he knows Helaena is only ten moons older than her and doesn’t mind when she calls her niece from time to time. “And no, I am not the writer, I just happen to be one her favorite subjects.”

This she says with a look of annoyance, as if she hated the attention her words got. Reminds him of Aemond when he is sought by every girl who finds his and rudeness to their liking ---which is all of them.

Then again she is their half-sister's daughter and some resemblance was expected.

“Neither am I nor is Rhaena, before you ask. I can’t be bothered to care about gossip, if it were Rhaena it would be extremely complimentary about Ser Corwyn in its latest issue. He danced with her twice and came to call earlier.” Baela shot down his accusations with ease. It was annoying to say the least.

Perhaps he can study them closely at dinner. If they accept Helaena’s invitation, that is.

“I think they would suit.” Helaena says to her spouses as they wait for their guests to arrive.

If you saw her ---heard her too--- you would assume she was this overly sheltered

“Aemond is too resentful for her. Likely thinks its her fault father didn’t let mother maim Luke in revenge for his eye.” Aegon made a face at the seating arrangements.

“Oh, I disagree. He would’ve let Lyonel ruin her if believed that. They are evenly matched, besides most of her suitors are intimidated by her height. She is as tall as you, husband.” Elissa said as she moved Baela’s name with Rhaena’s thus changing her partner from Daeron to Jace.

They are much happier now that Elissa is theirs.

They had wed the Valyrian way in Dragonstone last summer, Daemon and Rhaenyra had been so kind as to officiate for them and give them the bridal suite to take sweet Elissa’s maidenhead that night.

Soon they would be retiring to the newly built Summer Hall claiming to need fresh air and privacy for the birth of their third child.

They love Elissa, Elissa loves them and if Targaryen Exceptionalism had included polygamy, they would have happily married her and poor little Maelor wouldn’t have to be passed on as Helaena’s to hide the truth.

She hopes he has hair as red as Elissa's, a perfect blend of his mothers and fathers. Even if he takes after his mother, no one will dare call him a bastard.

Not when those who love to harass their sister and nephews are those who want Aegon king. And the Morning Scandal wouldn’t publish anything on it, Helaena knows the writer and has been supplying her with every miniscule detail of court and the parties she was too young to attend.

“If Aemond weds Aemma, mother gets her assurance Rhaenyra won’t kill us. We only need to make that happen so when the dragons dance, we don’t die.” The Dreamer revealed the reason she wanted her brother to find his helpmate in Aemma.

They do not wish to usurp Rhaenyra, and they won’t, they only wish to live in peace with their wife and three children.

But mother believes all that her father tells her, and Ser Otto says they must start a war and kill everyone they love because he wants to rule through Aegon.

He will never get his wish; Helaena has seen the future and refuses to let it come to pass.

“That dream again?” Elissa asked softly and the princess nodded.

It is incoherent, pieces of death and fire and terror and ends with her being pushed out the window by Lady Misery.

She sees her babes die, sees Aemond kill Luke and die by Daemon’s sword, sees Aegon destroyed and murder their sister while her only living child watches. It is a nightmare that grows longer and clearer as their father weakens.

This morning when they held court and mother sat on the Iron Throne, she saw her mother sit on piles of headless corpses and holding Jaehaerys’ head on her lap.

She had told Aegon and Elissa about it, and both had decided their silent defiance of mother and grandfather must become louder and impossible to ignore.

If Aemma weds Aemond and one of the twins marries Daeron, mother would see reason and the war will never happen.

This dinner doesn’t need to be a success, the Dreamer only needs for the One Eye to truly see the person beside him.