#game of thrones soulmate

[parrish-the-thot]

A continuation of this post I made

I imagine Steve genuinely doesn’t think about Eddie, like at all. Besides the occasional “what is he yelling about in that table” or “ Munson actually showed up to class” or once in sophomore year he thinks “how much does Munson charge for an ounce of weed? Would he take a $50 for an ounce” which causes Eddie to wait around all day at the picnic table wishing for some shmuck to offer $50 for just an ounce, but no one shows up (Steve had to go pick up Dustin after school and didn’t want him to find weed the weed when he inevitably starts going through Steve’s car)

The lack of soulmate thoughts really irks Eddie, because he knows his soulmate is in Hawkins, but he never thinks about Eddie, like at all??? Positively or negatively?? Eddie jumps on more tables, he blares loud music from his van, he is in a band, he is the drug dealer for all the teens in Hawkins and all his soulmate thinks is “why the fuck did Munson double park his van, I’m going to be late looking for a parking spot now” it absolutely drives him crazy.

He eventually figures out his soulmate must be a jock of some kind because one day he hears “what is Munson doing under the bleachers?” when some sports team is let out of playing with balls practice. He is briefly heartbroken his soulmate isn’t a nerd like him, but then spends the night thinking about how a certain fluffy haired jock could play with his balls anytime.

Steve isn’t not thinking about Eddie on purpose, but they just don’t run in the same circles, so he doesn’t really think about him too much, just in a genuine, “I don’t know them, don’t interact with them, so I don’t really think about them” sort of way. Especially after befriending the kids, Steve’s focus goes to keeping them safe and being a babysitter instead of finding his soulmate.

Steve’s experience with his soulmates thoughts is completely different. Starting in middle school he heard his soulmate think he was cute which he thought was nice. As he got older his soulmate would still think he was cute, but also handsome or pretty which, he doesn’t know any girls who call their boyfriends pretty but ya know, he can roll with that. He thinks he will have to roll with a lot of stuff, since hai soulmate seems to into a…a lot of interesting things, to say the least. Steve has dated a lot of girls but none of them seemed to want to rub their face in his chest hair like his soulmate did, who also wonder is Steve was that hairy everywhere which- he was but he didn’t think a girl would want to know about that.

He would be in the middle of a basket ball game and he hit with a 15 minute monologue about how wonderful his ass looked in “thise little green shirts that ride up his ass in the best way” and how his soulmate “wanted to be those shorts” causing Steve to miss three different shots. Also with all this wildly kinky stuff and even general sex things Steve has never heard of or thought about he figures he should become more knowledgeable to better be prepared for his soulmate.

One day when Steve is cleaning up a drink he spilled in the cafeteria and heard “god Harrington looks good on his knees, bet he would look even better with my cock in his mouth” figures chances are his soulmate isn’t a girl at all.

With not much else to loose and a new door opened up to him, Steve starts spending time thinking equally horny thinvs about different guys he sees in class, just to see if they will react to what he is thinking. This is how he figures out Eddie is his soulmate.

Steve notices eddies table is getting a little rowdy, as is always does before Eddie gets up on someone’s table and he rants about jocks and preppy girls while stepping on people’s lunches, Steve thinks “what if comes over here, spits in my stretched out hole, and fucks me right next to Heathers Halloways tuna sandwich”

Eddie, whose soulmate didn’t even think about Eddie that one time his car got spray painted a fit was all the school talked about for a week, was NOT expecting that at 12:30 on a Tuesday and promptly trips on a chair and slams face first into the lunch table, breaking his nose.

Eddies friends rush him to the nurse and Steve is torn between this being a sign Eddie is soulmate or Eddie just clumsy, Steve has seen him walk into a door twice, so he don’t 100% sure. Steve decided to test this anytime he has a clear viewpoint of Eddie and starts thinking the most horny, kinky things possibly about Eddie to see if Eddie reacts proves he is Steve’s soulmate (also revenge because Steve had to go through years of Eddie horny pondering interrupting Steve during important tasks games or tests so Steve figures he should pay that forward during eddies dungeons and dorks games)

[chippedcupwrites]

Sansa Stark & Sandor Clegane A Girl and Her Dog

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: the dragons are able to shift into human-like beings. Taking 'bonded' to a whole other meaning.

This whole post is 18+. No minors. 🧿

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬:

graphic picture ahead -

In the days of Old Valyria Blood Magic was used to create the dragons species by a dragon hybrid choosing a mate. The hybrid had to be in a morphing form into his dragon form. Therefore, creating the dragon spirit that would fill the womb of his human mate.

・Hot-headed, overprotective and showing his animalistic side...always... like a dog with a bone, he will not let anyone touch you, nay; he will not let anyone even look at you too long.

・You often think that the human part of his shift could come out more prominantly, but it just doesn't.

・You do have to remind him that he isn't allowed to kill anyone in his path, that there are rules in human society that are vastly different to the ones in dragon culture.

"Bloody ridiculous, all of it."

・In human form, it's too obvious he isn't human. (Well, yes that is the same with the rest of those who can dragon-shift, but Caraxes cannot let go of his dragon side while human like the others can). It doesn't help that his eyes seem to glow all the time, on his face are tattooed runes from Old Valyria, long thick red hair, darkened lips, pointed ears and extremely large and obvious horns protruding from his head.

・Oh and he was the tallest man you had ever seen

・Standing at 7 feet tall, you thought Westeros had in fact been overrun by some sort of alien creature.

・But no. All dragonshifters are over 6'5 feet. Any less and they are considered still in childhood.

・The first time you saw his human form, you thought he was the most handsome being you had ever laid eyes on.

・A flurry of words that constantly contradicted one another: graceful yet aggressive, mysterious yet direct, there was a pull to him. A pull so ancient that you thought you might die if you didn't follow it.

・And Caraxes was used to ancient authority (he actually hates authority) but still...he knew he needed to listen this time.

・Still an outsider as a human - but he doesn't care, not when he has you.

・He knows how to do Valyrian braids, and loves when you sit on a pillow in front of him while he sits behind you. Humming, which turns to singing - an Old Valyrian one that only mates sing to one another.

・Loves giving you gifts; absolutely showers you in them.

・Caraxes is a shifty, silver-tongued character who is also a big dumbass once he's not playing into the intimidation role

・CONSTANTLY LOYAL AND WILL SQUARE UP TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Caraxes, No." (You) x "...Caraxes Yes..." (Him)

Commits crimes (Caraxes) x Accessory to crimes (You)

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside Kinda (Caraxes) x The Top (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Challenging Social Conventions

Soulmates

Saw You, Instantly Decided You Were His.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Devil & the Daughter by Daniel Pemberton

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

The Sails of Charon by the Scorpions

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Caraxes loves to hear your moans, especially when it's his name. He wants it loud, louder, louder. Pouding into you, drunk on your body.

・Then he ends up being just as loud - and then he gets so absorbed by you that he cannot make a comprehensive sentence

・His favourite positions are the ones where you're closest.

・"Just like that, keep going. Keep going beautiful."

・Caraxes loves praise, both giving it and receiving it. He does feel lonely; he would never admit it verbally. But ends up showing it in different ways. Such as this.

𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"you're so tiny and i dont want to lose control." (Caraxes) and "idc and im gonna taunt you until you break and ruin all my holes" (You)

Breeding Kink

Cockwarming - whines when he can't be inside you. Only you've heard his whines. I swear he would kill anyone else if they heard it.

art credit: https://www.instagram.com/p/C9w5Gd2PiFM/

A/N: This is all my own headcanons and ideas, it's not canon - George hasn't released a lot about how blood magic works, or how the dragons came to be. So I'm ... taking creative liberties. If you have a different opinion then that's cool too!

[justksesha]

If soulmates don't exist, then who they are?

[spiderliliez]

When you can’t handle compliments, YOU JUST MELT. EMMA D’ARCY & OLIVIA COOKE Interview by Josh Smith

[+] EMMA D’ARCY [GIF Collection] ✨ [+] COOKIE [GIF Collection] ✨ [+] ..more on “House of the Dragon” 🐉

[queen-helaenas-pet-spider]

Post Ned's Execution Sansa wearing the same pretty green dress that she wore at the Hand's Tourney in hopes that seeing her in it will magically make Joffrey "fall in love with her again" and stop being a dick.

But the only person that truly fell in love with Sansa while she was wearing that pretty green Hand's Tourney dress was :

S A N D O R ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

{Technically, he loved he when he first saw her, but her comforting him and then oh so politely telling him that Gregor *Sandor's older brother who's about a BILLION times worse than Sandor and most of the villains in the series* ain't nothing but a B-I-T-C-H was what really cemented his love for her!}

[aglaias-blog]

"Kindred Spirits" Chapt. 1

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Author's note: This is going to be a series, with a bit of Aemond's POV in the next chapter :) Feedback is always welcome and appreciated! <3

TW: afab!reader, soulmate AU, Aemond not letting his walls down/being an arrogant dick, religious guilt/imagery and corruption kink in later chapters, no smut in this chapter (there will be some in later chapters though ;)), being kinda tricked into a betrothal?

Summary: Being a highborn lady, a love match is out of the question for you, much less a match with your soulmate. You're not even told about the intricacies of what meeting your soulmate entails. When you are tricked into a betrothal to Aemond Targaryen by your parents, you don't know how to handle things. The Prince's cold demeanor is off-putting, but he is also the only one who is willing to help you, the only one you can depend on. Just how is all this going to play out?

"Kindred Spirits" Masterlist

The journey to the Red Keep had been sold to you as a diplomatic trip that your father had to make, and you knew that there was something suspect about it as soon as he invited you to come along. „I know how much you love travelling“, he said, „The Red Keep is a masterpiece of architecture“, he said! Thinking back, it took everything you had in you to not laugh out loud as you hastily made your way through the labyrinth of corridors that was the Red Keep. Enraged, that you fell for this scheme so easily.

Obviously you should have been more skeptical, when your father tried to lure you on this journey with all kinds of promises. But then again, you couldn’t have avoided this forever. „This“ meaning marriage. Marriage to a certain prince whom you absolutely did not want to see at the moment.

-

It was clear from the moment you were born that your marriage would be arranged to some house or another – for diplomatic reasons of course. Loyal allies were hard to come by, apparently. You never expected though that your parents would think it necessary to come up with some kind of ruse in order to marry you off.Granted, you had always been the stubborn one in your group of siblings, however you also had a sense of duty that was instilled in you since you were in diapers.

It was always obvious to you that one day you would have to marry a man you had never seen before in your life, in order to strengthen the ties between his house and yours – or rather your father’s. The soulmate bond was completely ignored in your circles. A marriage that wouldn’t benefit your house was unthinkable, and absolutely no thought was wasted on marrying someone who wasn’t highborn. So, you came to terms with the fact that you would never find your soulmate – marriage to someone else than your soulmate wasn’t something pleasant to think about, but it was presented to you as inevitable. Your parents weren’t soulmates, and still loved each other, which in itself was already rare among nobility. You didn’t even know what would happen if you met your soulmate – your Septa never taught you anything about it, as not to give you any improper ideas. Though you would have liked a bit of an early warning about when you would be married.

Your delegation had arrived in the afternoon, and while you had thought that you would be deathly tired, you were absolutely buzzing now. Trying to get a good look at the Red Keep and King’s Landing, you stuck your head through the window of your palanquin. You were struck by the different smells, the people wearing fabrics and clothes you had never seen before, the merchants speaking in a dialect you didn’t recognize, even the light was different here - you couldn’t soak it all in at once, and when you had arrived at the Red Keep, your head was buzzing from all the sensory overload.

As soon as you had settled in your rooms, your father had come to get you introduced to the Queen, as the King was "otherwise occupied", and your presentation to him would be done later.

What you thought was your introduction to the Queen, became much more alarming when you realized that one of the Princes was there, and Queen Alicent’s smile was much too joyful for a simple presentation of a lord’s daughter. After a quick welcome to your father, and a quick introduction to her son who turned out to be Prince Aemond, the second-born son, she immediately turned to you. Her warm words in regard to your arrival were unusual, she was speaking to you as if she already knew you well, like a good friend. And when you were moving into a deep curtsey, she quickly stepped forward, taking your hands in hers to stop you. You shot your father a confused glance when she cupped your cheeks, the excitement in her eyes only adding to your bewilderment. She seemed to notice that you had not reciprocated the delight on her face, and hesitantly took a step back, awkwardly clearing her throat.

Looking for an explanation you turned to your father. Someone would have to say the things out loud that were hanging heavily in the tension of the room. You almost didn’t quite catch what your father was murmuring under his breath, but when the most important part of it sunk in, you only heard the rest as if through cotton wads.

„You are to marry Prince Aemond“

Confused, your gaze fell on the Prince, now taking a closer look at him, and he returned it with a look of defiance on his face, his arms crossed. He was the picture of aloofness and arrogance, if only he wasn’t picking at his thumb with his fingers beneath his elbow. You didn’t notice it though, too occupied with handling the news at hand.

Everything fell into place then and there. The „maybe you’ll meet someone special“, said with a playful wink, but you thought nothing of it; your Septa focusing on „wifely duties and virtues“ during your lessons before your departure, and you hadn’t noticed the sudden change in your curriculum; the joyful glint in your mother's eyes as she was picking out the dresses for your journey herself, while you were too busy daydreaming about the trip to a foreign part of Westeros.

„W-what?“, you asked tentatively, refusing to understand, hoping that you were wrong. Pleadingly, you turned to your father again, „Why didn’t you - “ But he interrupted you quickly, hoping to make an end to this scene as soon as possible.

Turning his back to the Queen and Prince he tried to shush you.

„This is most improper“, he murmured, hoping the Queen and the Prince wouldn’t be able to hear what he was saying. He shot them a quick smile over his shoulder before continuing his effort in a hushed voice, „you knew you would have to marry one day, this betrothal is a done deal - you’ll be happy here.“

Suddenly, your dress felt like your maid had laced you up too tightly. It was positively stifling in here! You tried to focus on your breathing, the panic visible in your eyes. Nevertheless, you were aware of your surroundings and the inquisitive gazes of the Queen and Prince on your back.

„Right!“, you said, turning around sharply with a reassuring smile on your face. It wouldn’t do you any good to continue this awkward display of miscommunication in front of royal company. You would have enough time to think of a solution to this situation as soon as you got out of here and in the solitude of your chambers.

„It is an honour to be welcomed by you so warmly, Your Grace“, you said, curtseying deeply. Worried that your mask of calmness might slip, you bowed your head low.

„I’m overjoyed to make your acquaintance“, you continued, hoping that she wouldn’t be offended by your previous display of lacking knowledge of your betrothal.

You quietly thanked the Seven when she took a step towards you, again taking your hands in hers. „As am I“, she said, smiling warmly. You couldn’t quite tell if it was an honest smile, or just pure politeness to put both you and your father at ease.

„Lord Barryn, I take it the crossing wasn’t as calm as I had hoped?“, she turned to your father, giving him a conspiratorial look. „You must tell me more about your journey here while I show you the gardens, the blood-blooms are so beautiful this time of year!“, she beamed, while gesturing to the door.

How discreet, you thought to yourself saracastically. Your father heartily agreed with the Queen, and you only noticed that you had been staring at the floor during the whole of their conversation, when the door fell shut behind him. Your first thought was that it might be improper to leave a young man and woman unchaperoned in a chamber like this, but then you remembered that you were already betrothed. You could only chuckle humourlessly at the thought.

„I take it you knew, my Lord?“, you said into the air, jutting out your chin. Attack was the best defence, after all. The Prince hadn’t moved at all during everything that had unfolded, still standing stiff as a board with his arms crossed.

„I did“, he said coolly. Marvelous, you thought, he seemed to be a great conversationalist.

The prolongated pause in your conversation, if you could even call it that, made him move his hands behind his back awkwardly; if you refused to say anymore then he had to, this was turning embarassing rather quickly.

„I was told about your family background, the house Barryn, your faith, your personal interests, your talents -“

„Pray tell, what don’t you know about me?“, you interrupted him suddenly, throwing manners to the wind. Overcome by the embarrassment that he knew everything there was to know about you, while you – well, you didn’t know anymore about him than what was presented to you right now. He was handsome, you had to admit. His eyepatch intrigued you, you wouldn’t ask him about it now, though. But there was some kind of cruel beauty about him, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, he seemed… cold in a way.

His silence was response enough to your question. The truth was that he was even shown portraits of you. Being told so much about you, he felt like he knew you, although he had never seen you in person before. He almost felt something akin to compassion when he saw your discomfort about this mess, so he kept quiet as to not embarrass you further.

„Right,“ piqued, you smoothed over your skirts, „I believe this matter to be settled then. Please excuse me, my Lord, I’m excruciatingly tired from the journey.“ He didn’t seem to have expected you to leave so soon, a look of surprise on his usually arrogant face.

You forced a smile unto your face before curtseying slightly and striding towards the door and opening it. From the side you saw him reach out to you, and your thin string of patience snapped.

„Don’t! Touch me“, you hissed, shooting the Prince a sharp glance over your shoulder, before quickly stepping out the door. You wondered where he got the impertinence from to think that he could touch you, you barely knew each other! He stopped in his tracks, stubbornly calling out your name.

Swiftly, you turned around, trying to speak calmly, as not to reveal your panicked state. „You may not call me by my given name, my Lord. I’m still Lady Barryn to you!“

Then, inelegantly grabbing your skirts, you made your way to your chamber, leaving Prince Aemond standing in the door.

-

You were pacing in your lavishly decorated room, the thoughts in your head running berserk. You wondered whether every room in the Keep looked like this or if they made a special effort for the bride of the Prince. The bride. You were a bride! The thought made you slump down to the ground. Why did your parents think that they had to keep their plans from you? You had been stubborn sometimes, yes, but never that much that it should make them think to hide your own betrothal from you!

You would have thought that they would prepare you more properly – beginning with telling you about your future husband, like Prince Aemond was told about you.

Prince Aemond - why would he speak to you using your first name? You thought that he would have had a good education, manners included. Why would he think that a mere introduction would be enough to touch you, to leave away all titles when speaking to you?

And if he knew about the betrothal, who else knew? Did his siblings know? Did the court know? The servants most certainly treated you like they knew. If they did, you would have to play along with everything, making it seem like you also knew about the betrothal beforehand. If you didn’t, you would make yourself vulnerable to gossip, or worse, other schemes and intrigues. You knew enough about people at court to realize that most of them were shrewd and would take advantage of you if you let them. You would only be another pawn to them - it was like that at home, and you were sure that it would be no different here. Just another sheep surrounded by wolves.

A look outside the window told you that you only had a few hours left, before you would be called to supper with the family. You hadn't even taken the time to admire the view from the large window, too occupied with your own thoughts. Your maid had told you that it would be an important event, celebrating your arrival. Of course at the time you had wondered why they would make such a big deal of it, well, now you knew. Slowly, you mustered up the energy to drag yourself to the bed and threw yourself on it. A myriad of thoughts was racing in your head – you couldn’t concentrate on one, much less find a solution to all this.

Prayer had always guided and helped you, but you had never been in a situation as serious and hopeless as this. Still, you prayed - rambling to the Mother about all your worries, telling the Maiden about your future marriage, hoping to at least get along with your husband, asking the Crone for guidance in this chaos where you couldn’t see what was coming, and most importantly imploring the Warrior to give you courage and strength, as you were truly preparing for battle.

You weren’t against a marriage as such – you trusted in the Mother, and your parents to find you a good match, even if an alliance was the top priority. And an alliance with the House Targaryen would be a great succes, indeed. You felt most uneasy about the fact that everyone was so informal with you, treating you like a family friend, althought they had never met you before. You were thrust into an environment where you knew nobody, yet everybody seemed to know you – most of all your betrothed.

The servants found you asleep in your room, a copy of The Seven-Pointed Star by your side. You had been so lost in contemplation, but at the same time so fatigued from the events of the day that you had drifted off into a restless, fidgety sleep. Startled, you awoke when you heard the servants bustling in your room to light the candles and stoke the fire. You hadn’t even noticed how dark it had become outside. Then your maid came in with your dress for the dinner and put it on the bed. Right. Dinner with the whole family, and the King, and the Prince, and some members of court – your first introduction as the bride of the second-born prince. The pressure to make a good impression was immense.

When you saw the dress that your maid carried, you thought back to your mother. She had picked the dress herself, specially for this occasion – and hadn’t bothered to tell you why. While you felt a pang of resentment at the thought of her, you also knew that this situation couldn’t be helped, you had to marry sooner or later, you just wished they had told you about it earlier. Well, at least your mother had good taste. You hoped that the long sleeves would protect you a little against the humid cold that seemed to always creep into the walls of the Keep and, of course, choosing the Targaryen colours was a clever move. The rich blood red colour of the dress stood out in stark contrast against the white bed linen. You knew that the dress fit you perfectly, of course, your mother had made sure of it personally.

The change of dress and hairdressing was an automatic process for you. You only noticed that it was over, when you saw your maid smiling reassuringly at you in the mirror that you sat in front of.

„Thank you, Alanna“, you said, returning her smile as you didn’t want to worry her. You quickly got up from the chair, and smoothed out your dress nervously before taking a few steps to the door. Taking a deep breath, you paused, trying to gather all the courage you had, and then determinedly turned the door knob.

The leather-clad chest you met with was not what you expected when you resolutely stepped over the threshold.

„Ow! What in the Seven- ?“, you started, pressing your hand to your face where a metal clasp had scratched your cheek, feeling two warm hands holding you by your shoulders to steady you.

„My apologies, Lady Barryn!“, came the immediate answer from Prince Aemond. He almost sounded worried.

Had he been waiting in front of your chamber?

Instinctively, he bent forward, trying to inspect your cheek, but you quickly turned your head to the side. Realizing what he was doing, he lowered his gaze; yet the heat of embarrassment rising to his face went unnoticed by you.

Awkwardly wriggling out of his grasp, you asked the first question that was on your mind.

„My Lord, what are you doing here?“ You sounded more rude than you intended. Prince Aemond’s puzzled look only added to your discomfort, as if to ask if you really thought that he couldn’t go anywhere he liked in his home. Though, he caught himself quickly.

„I was waiting for you, dinner is to begin soon“, he said matter-of-factly, the aloof expression back on his face. You looked at him questioningly, this wasn’t explanation enough.

„I thought it to be a good idea to go in together…“, he tried to make you understand. „Seeing as we are – well, this is the first time we will be seen together.“

Oh right, making a good first impression. You were almost grateful to him that he gave you this opportunity. Presenting a united front would provide less target surface to the rest of court. Surely, entering the hall together would be better, than hesitantly going in all by yourself. This still didn’t mean that it changed how you felt towards him, though. You were still peeved that he acted like he knew you, he didn’t know anything about you, and, even worse, you knew nothing about him!

„Alright, we shall go then“, you agreed and turned to the left, keeping your chin up high, leaving Prince Aemond standing behind you.

„Lady Barryn“, he called out lazily, „the hall is in the other direction!“ He wished he didn’t have to add to your mortification, he truly did, everything he had done today only seemed to further your discomfort. But he couldn’t help the smirk that snuck its way onto his face, when he saw you turn around, face red with embarrassment, and scurry past him, a flurry of skirts.

You slowed your steps when the doors of the dining hall came into view. Prince Aemond caught up to you quickly, looking like the picture of relaxation and self-confidence. You came to a halt a few paces in front of the imposing doors.

„You might want to take my hand“, he proposed bluntly, looking straight ahead.

„I shall do no such thing“, came your immediate defiant response.

„Look“, he said sharply, turning towards you. Shooting a quick appraising glance to the guards at the doors, he lowered his voice, so only you could hear. „I know that you are not simple-minded, I saw how quickly you caught yourself in front of my mother, and I know that you know that this first impression is crucial.“ He was so close to you now. In an effort to let only you hear his words, he had bent forward, to match your height. Tentatively, you looked up at him, daring to actually take a closer look at his face now. Your gaze shifted from his eye, down over his straight nose, and getting stuck on his mouth, that was speaking words that you weren’t hearing anymore.

„...and you might also like to call me by my given name, as will I, this will give an impression of us being much closer than we actually are“, he finished nonchalantly, awaiting your response. Apparently, he had invested much thought into his strategy of appearing united. Or at least not hostile towards each other.

His usual smirk came back on his face, when he noticed your spell-bound expression and lack of reaction to his words.

„Of course“, you were quick to murmur, trying to shake the dizziness that had taken you over momentarily.

„Alright then“, he turned to the closed doors determinedly, offering you his hand.

„Absolutely not“, you said, taking his arm instead, putting your hand around it gently. You swore you could see him roll his eye from the corner of your eye.

-

The dinner had gone as smoothly as you had hoped. As daunting as it was, you felt like you had navigated the situation quite well. Now in bed, you let everything pass through your head again. The presentation to the King had gone well, although in his weakened state, they had only told him the necessary news. He had seemed happy enough for the two of you. Aemond’s siblings – hah, Aemond, you were amazed how quickly you got used to saying only his name, leaving away his title. Well, Aemond’s siblings knew that this wasn’t a love match, however you didn’t think that they saw under the cover their brother and you had come up with. You especially liked his sister Helaena, she seemed very sweet, and you thought that you two might make good friends, over time.

The King’s Hand was there, as well as other people from court. You had tried to make enough polite conversation to not seem suspicious, but not too much as to not let them too close to you, close enough to see that Aemond and you were pretending.

Queen Alicent and your father had seemed honestly pleased seeing you and Aemond „get along“. All in all, you thought that you had put on a good display of affability.

Still, you felt unease at the thought that you couldn’t get through to Aemond. He seemed pleasant enough, but you felt a subliminal trace of menace about him. But surely, you were imagining things. He seemed intent on making the both of you invincible to the sharp-tongued plotting courtiers.

He was the only one who had been willing to help you today.

Relieved, that at least today was dealt with, you nestled into the plush pillows, falling into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

Chapter Two

[blumenflowergelb]

Love and Soulmates (1/2)

• Well, this day is as good as any other to be a ten name days old, Yn thought. He was sitting on his bed, staring and wondering what he had done to get this. If he was honest with himself, it was theoretically a good thing. However reality was often disappointing. He was in his ten years old body but with his seventeen years old mind. Of course, his actual age does not seem a lot but he was through a lot of shit; from escaping to Bravos to fighting while the Second Long Night to seeing the First Dawn. A journey which he did not wish to relive again. But as always the gods did not care about what a mere human thought. And Yn was sure that the Gods were behind it; even if he didn’t know which one.

• He didn’t know how long he spent lamenting about his life but a knocking on his door brought him out of his slump. It was his sweet sister, Margeary Tyrell. She came inside and begann to talk and talk, her voice cutting through Yn thoughts. She endlessly chatted mostly with herself, however she was not bothered. It was expected from the simpleton. Yes, Yn was a quit strange. He was always different from his siblings, he truly did not like anybody touching him, loud voices and things that were not in order. His fascination with reptiles outright creeped people out; even his oldest brother Willas. But after he fell down a tree and hit his head, he became worse. Loud voices, spinning around or tunes that were monotone left him feel weird. This feeling became so bad that he saw spots and often passed out. Obviously this was something which left him cut out of the better part of society. He did not have friends and even his brothers did not engage with him. Although it was probably because he despised fighting and horses. Fighting made his head spin and horses stank and their fur made him itchy. Nevertheless Margaery adored him. When they were younger Yn allowed her to changed him into women clothes and play tea party. As they got older they did not do this anymore but Margaery still spent a lot of time with Yn.

• The never ending chat of Margaery was a thing that Yn inwardly enjoyed. This was something that he had missed. After years the hurt of losing his family became manageable but it never truly disappeared. And seeing her alive and well was something that left Yn a bitter taste on his tounge. He was happy but he wasn’t. It was hard to explain; Yn was overjoyed to have a chance to change everything but on the other side he had lost people he cared about. Sansa with her fiery hair and face made out of ice, Arya and Rickon, the true wolf out of the Starks, and obviously Jon. Yn loved him. His red eyes and white hair did not make him afraid; only intimated. Yn loved the days where they sat next to each other, listening to the people around them talk and sing and boast. The Free Folk has never lost their hearts even after losing so many. They were the strongest, no matter what the others thought. Even the Long Night did not make the people of Westeros nice to them. Most still sneered and spat on them. But in Yn minds they were wrong. The Free Folk was the first place where the people didn’t care if he talked until he did his share of hunting and doing his chores. And he always did. Especially because of Jon. After Yn came back hunting he always smiled at Yn like he brought him the stars. The memory which always made him slightly blush and smile, now made him frown and his heart ache. Jon didn’t know him. Nobody did.

• This did not escape Margaerys‘ sight. However she interpreted the long face of Yn as a fear of what was going to happen. She was excited, especially because her brother was seen as an outsider. This was his chance to find the one who would love and take care of him for ever. She hoped that the woman was going to be very beautiful and very very good-hearted. She crawled closer to Yn and slowly caressed his cheeks. Whenever she looked at him she felt an overwhelming love. She truly loved her brother.

• Before Yn could blink he was spirited to his grandmother. Usually she was sitting outside with his mother and ten other girls. They all talked and Olenna crooked out her offensive opinions. Well usually. Today however was not usual. She sat still, facing the beautiful garden of Highgarden but only her son was there. As Yn arrived he only heard snippets of ‘money’, ‘cost’ and weirdly ‘fated’. Once he was standing before them, his grandmother shut his father up with a quick wave and smiled at Yn. He was not stupid, he knew that there was something wrong. His grandmother never smiled at him; she tried to conserve with him as little as she could. He was held in a higher regard than his cousins but it was clear that he was her least favourite. Nonetheless now she was smiling at him. Not only she was looking kind but she even ordered his favourite food, lemon cakes. At this Sansa flashed in Yn‘s mind. They shared a love for lemon cakes and every time they fought over the last piece. But his grandmother’s speech left his memory quickly fade away and fear replaced it. She talked about his ten and one nameday next day and a fated mark, the Will of the Seven, soulmates, the cost of his wedding and which people are going to be invited. Mace tried to talk but whenever he opened his mouth Olenna hushed him. Once she was done she stood up, kissed Yn‘s cheek and ordered her twin guards to her. But before she left Yn and Mace alone she turned around and sent a glare towards her son, telling him that it was time. This left Yn dreading whatever was coming.

• The awkward silence was not broken until Mace sighed, took a lemon cake and begann to eat. After some humming he was done and leaned back on his chair, hand folded over his stomach. He begann to humm some more and sighed again. Once Yn heard the famous sentence ‘ You know son, there are things which a man must tell their son.’ he knew he was done. But before he could stand up his father took an other lemon cake, quickly ate that and looked deeply in Yn‘s eyes. The conservation which followed was one of the most mortifying thing Yn has ever experienced. Not even seeing hundreds of dead people could make him as sick as this. His father talked and talked about girls and boys and their differences down there. Than he went over talking about babies, which then led him to gush about how damm cute all his children were. This was followed by him talking about weddings and ceremonien and the most important: bedding. At this point Yn has given up. He was less than a day in this world and he was given The Talk. And he couldn’t even tell his father that he knew! Well not much about women but more about men. And well not men but about Jon. He was the first and last person Yn has ever been intimate with. This confirmed Yn that he was a indeed a pillow bitter but he could hardly tell his father about that.

• One thing that was new to Yn were the soulmates. He was sure that they didn’t have that. After thinking long about what it meant, Yn decided that he was not in the same world in which he spent majority of his life. And that soulmates were cool. Almost everybody had them, from the lowest to the highest person on earth. Only men and women without a mark could become a maester, septon/ septa or priest. The marks were seen as godly and everybody had to obey to them. Breaking apart a bond like that was seen as a grave mistake and death was the punishment for who tried to break it apart. The good thing about the soulmark was the way it appeared. There were marks that displayed a picture of all kinds, some were words; some sentences. They were marks that only appeared when the soulmates touched or looked at each other. Some lost the colour of their sights and could only seen any kind of colour once they looked in each other’s eyes. Some had compasses that showed where their other was located, some had quotes that matched, others had half their hair the colour of their soulmate’s. This manifested once they had their ten and one nameday. And Yn had his the next day.

• He didn’t care about his birthday. It passed in a frenzy and once he was sent to his chambers to wait and sleep, he was in ecstasy. He wanted to stay up the whole night but the maester told him that he had to sleep so that the Will of the Gods would fulfill in secret. No human was allowed to see the manifestation. Still Yn could barely sleep. He was trembling with fear and excitement. He wanted a soulmate but was affraid to get one. The idea of not having one left him feeling devastated so he didn’t think about it. He wanted Jon but was affraid of who he was now. He wanted and wanted but was affraid of so many things until he fell asleep. Dawn was barely coming when Yn felt a horrible burning on his left wrist. It left him gasping and crying but the manifestation was done. He got a compass pointing towards the North. It was golden but elegant and had a quote around the compass saying, ‘Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle’. And if you looked closely there were six direwolf, each different, running around and playfighting. It was perfect, Yn whispered to himself with tears escaping his eyes.

• The second he left his room he was jumped on by Margaery. She led him to the dinning room to break their fast while talking and talking. One minute she wanted to see the mark, the next minute she didn’t until they were with the whole family. They quickly arrived and his family was immediately on Yn. Once they saw the compass and closely inspected it, they all fell silent until Margaery laughed. Better said she cried while laughing and gave a big hug to Yn. While they hugged, Mace begann to plan a letter for Ned Stark. Even for him was clear that his son was meant for one of wolf blood.

• Olenna slowly fanned herself. It was hot for her age; she was not as young and agile as she once was. Undertaking such a big journey to Winterfell from Highgarden had affected her health negatively. Regardless, she was sure that she would crawl to Winterfell if it must be. She would never pass such an opportunity. And she was needed to talk to his grandsons future father-in-law. She was throughly thinking about all the possibilities that their journey could mean and what she had to do for the better of her house. Such an union between great houses was not seen since decades, especially between a fourth son and a bastard. Olenna was sure that it was the bastard that was the soulmate of her simpleton but kind hearted grandson. If not then why did Lady Catelyn not boast about one of her children being the soulmate of a Tyrell? She was after all a Tully, a very proud house, Olenna thought. The marriage could mean a lot for the Tyrells. A lot of good and bad. Olenna could only hope that if the bastard was the one then her little spies were not wrong about his father’s affection. Nobody needed an alliance with a bastard that held no power. She even entertained the idea of overthrowing the bastard brother‘s but quickly desposed of it. The Starks were too loyal. And the compass showed enough. Six direwolfs playing. This could only mean one thing. Her inner discussion was stoped once a loud knock was heard. She opened the side pannel and looked at one of her twin guards. She burrowed her eyebrows after she heard her foolish grandson riding out to meet his future beloved.

• Winterfell was as big as ever, Yn decided. It certainly looked better than the last time he saw it. It was huge and dark. But it was warm; and that is what mattered. He knew that the walls were warm with spring water and that the halls were always kept warm. He couldn’t wait to bath and bask in the memory of Winterfell and their occupants. And to see Jon again. As excited he was, he was as fearful. He was sure that Jon and him were meant to be together, but still. It was weird and new and they were so young. Jon was not older than ten and three, an age which Yn has never seen him. The worst thing was the people he traveled with. Lord Stark has invited hundred of people of the North and South and thousands came. The North wanted to see House Stark marry as a rich House as the Tyrells and the South wished to see House Stark and the North. This journey and wedding meant a lot of new alliances and weddings for the Realm. Even the King has journeyed to the North, but Yn was sure that he wasn’t there for the wedding. Not truly. It was Ned he was there for. Saddly Jon Arryn was not able to attend since he did not want to leave the rest of the Realm behind. What surprised Yn was that the Martells sent Oberyn Martell and his paramour as guests. It meant that they were planning something. Or they were simply affraid that the Reach allied with the North that can give them enough timber for a new war.

• Yn felt butterflies fighting in his stomach. He was so nervous that even Garlan commented on his suddenly disappearing horse riding abilities. To this Renly begann to joke around about riding what else and instead of shutting him down Garlan laughed with him. If Yn wasn’t as nervous he would have told them already off. Shortly before they arrived Willas slowed them down and talked about whom Yn had to greet firstly and what to do. Even the common courtesies flew over Yn’s head. He hoped that he would not make a fool of himself because if he did he would die. Maybe the rumour of him being a simpleton would minder the embarrassment but Yn did not want to make a fool out of Jon. While Yn was deep in his thoughts they arrived at the gates. Everybody sat straighter and rode inside the castle.

• Yn was sure that he was going to die. His compass was going crazy, the pointer spinning around, meaning that his soulmate was very close. And he was. The first thing he saw was Jon and the first thing he did was blushing. He felt his face light on fire and he was sure that everybody saw that. He was so embarrassed that he didn’t even look at the Starks. The worst was when he almost feel down his horse and if not for Loras he would have facepalmed the earth. He saw Loras trying to hide his chuckle but as always he couldn’t. This made Yn face more redder, his ears were so hot that he wanted to just jump in the next snow pile. And than he had to walk to the Starks and greet each of them. Ned Stark was an imposing man, and even bigger when you were only ten and two namedays old. His eyes hid a certain amusement and he kindly greeted Yn. Lady Catelyn was even kinder and hoped that their visit went well. The next person was Robb. He was cute but Yn understood why he was made King so early on. He looked like his ladymother but his eyes shone like his fathers. However the next person took Yn‘s breath away. He went redder than he thought to be possible and shyly held out his right hand. There was hope in Jon‘s beautiful dark grey eyes, but it was replaced with uncertainty once they touched each other hands. It was clear that he expected something more from the contact but was greatly disappointed. Yn moved on, after he saw this, and greated the girls and Bran with enthusiasm. Rickon was not there, but Yn knew that it must be because he was still a babe. After they were done with the greetings and talking, Lady Catelyn sent servant go show each if them a room, while excusing the lack of grand food. She told them that they expected them to arrive the next day and could only offer them a humble feast. Yn obviously had to make himself more foolish and told the lady that they came early because he was excited. At this even Willas had a hard time not laughing and while they walked away Yn had to hit him with his elbow to shut up. Once they were out of hearing range, his brothers recreated everything and Renly instead of helping, laughed with them. Yn was mortified enough to not even say goodbye to them and he just shut his door. His chamber was very big and beautifully filled with furs and other animal skins but Yn couldn’t appreciate it. Without a second he jumped on his bed and hid his face in a soft pillow. He was so flustered, especially seeing Jon‘s face fall, that he decided to never move again. Well until a servant brought him warm water. After he cleaned himself and spent an embarrassingly long time to decide what to wear, he went out to look for his brothers and Renly. Then they went to the feast. After Yn saw what was set in the table he thought that if this was not seen by Lady Catelyn as grand than what was grandiose? For being in the North, where every grain mattered, it was rich. He knew that for Renly and even Loras, as vain and proud they were, this would not seem to be anything big;but for Yn it was. He saw firsthandedly what people ate in the Winter.

• The food was good, the conservation was firstly awkward but the Garlan and Renly begann to talk and it was good again. Yn didn’t speak but nobody seemed to mind. Robb openly stared at him, even when Jon discreetly poked him, and Arya and Bran were so captured by Garlan telling them stories of his training that they barely ate. Sansa spent her time looking at Loras and Renly. Willas was entertaining Lady Catelyn and Lord Stark listened to everything and only said something if it was necessary. Jon sometimes looked up from his food only go meet Yn‘s eyes, who then averted his gaze and once even let his fork fall. Everybody was kind enough to not say anything but Yn only became more flustered. After they were done Yn felt Jon‘s gaze follow him and he thanked the Gods for not making him trip. They did not converse on the way to their rooms and Yn again thanked the Gods for not making his brothers make fun of him. After that he quickly readied himself for bed and after Willas came in to say good night he walked around his new room. They were bear and elk furs and Yn was sure that the skin belonged to a boar. The tapestries were beautifully done and Yn could not marvel enough. While he tried to remember from whom he the story of the tapestry knew, Jon came in his room. Yn turned around and greeted him only for Jon to not move. Yn did not move either, so they looked at each other, assessing everything about the other. Yn felt his knees getting weaker the longer he spent looking at Jon. He was truly beautiful and breathtaking. After some more silence Jon moved towards Yn and held his right hand out. Yn held his hand out too and once they touched Jon frowned, but did not ask. He left his hand fall in disappointment but before he could speak Yn touched his arm with his left. The burn was strong but once it ebbed away both felt an overwhelming sensation of love and adoration. Yn cradled their hand together and pulled Jon to himself. Jon slowly caressed Yn‘s face, as if he was something valuable and then leaned to his face. The small kiss they shared made Yn‘s heart fly higher than a bird and left him feeling like he could burst to flames. It was perfect and even after Jon left, Yn couldn’t help but replay their kiss again and again.

[diana-prince43]

THE ONE

"When you find your soulmate, you will regain your mortality. When you find her, you will simply know it.”

Those had been the words the red priestess had told him after saving him from the mortal wounds that the same soldiers who had tried to rape her had inflicted on Jaime for defending her.

And that had been 500 years ago.

The first serious candidate had been Sansa Stark, a young redhead with a sweet smile, the eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, who loved sewing tapestries and humming love songs. Their relationship, however, ended up lasting a mere sigh and she ended up married to Jon Snow, Lord Commander of the Wall, so Jaime knew they had been truly happy.

The second had been Cersei, oh Cersei. Their relationship had been tumultuous and suffocating from the start, and yet he had truly believed that she was his other half. That all ended when, after ten years of marriage, she left him to marry her cousin Rhaegar, who also happened to be the true biological father of her three children.

Forty years passed and Jaime met Elia, a Dornish aristocrat as beautiful as she was candid. A true healing balm after what happened with Cersei. They were married for seven years and had a son, Tobiah.

Elia died of cancer when Tobiah was still a small child. The decades passed, Tobiah became an adult and Jaime was still immortal.

The third had been Daenerys. Daenerys Targaryen, his Lady of Light. The only one of them all to whom he had confided his secret, who hadn't judged him or called him mad after it. Her kisses had always tasted like lemon pie, and Jaime had loved chasing her on the beaches of Dragonstone, first just the two of them, then with Rhaella and Daemon behind them, and finally with Myrcaerys thrown in.

It was the longest marriage, twenty years, and for the first time in centuries Jaime began to notice some subtle wrinkles on his face.

But of course that would not have a happy ending either. Daenerys died during an attack on the NGO she had founded, being the only victim thanks to the fact that, in a cruel irony, she had previously ensured that all the others present were safe.

Of course, it was at her funeral that Jaime also realized that he was simply fed up.

It had been a seemingly routine day, with Captain Selmy introducing him to his new partner in Homicide, Arya Stark. Jaime preferred not to think about the possibility that she was a descendant of Sansa and instead focused on displaying his sarcastic and mocking personality before going to investigate their first case together: A young woman who appeared to have been murdered by her own boyfriend. Something horrible but not at all surprising or unusual.

Jaime was half jokingly, half seriously wondering which of his children to visit first when his shift was over. All of them had already become grandparents, in Tobiah's case even a great-grandfather, and he still looked no older than thirty-something.

Those thoughts were cut short when he suddenly saw the suspect of the crime heading towards the subway. He could have warned Arya but that would have taken too long and the girl would not arrive in time, so he decided to follow him alone.

After all, he was immortal, so what did it matter?

He didn't hesitate to catch up with him, and after the typical pleas of innocence, the man was convinced by Jaime to surrender just before the subway doors swung wide open.

And then it happened. A sharp, stabbing pain hit Jaime's chest, causing him to fall to the ground immediately, his face twisting in agony.

For a few seconds that felt like hours, Jaime only felt the echo caused by the commotion among the people until some large hands cradled him while a female voice seemed to speak to him in the background, unfortunately he could not make out the words and his consciousness also seemed about to fade away.

But whoever it was did not give up, as the hands sinking against his chest demonstrated.

Jaime opened his eyes once he was in the ambulance, and was greeted by beautiful blue eyes filled with concern.

The owner of those eyes turned out to be an incredibly tall, thickly muscled woman who was really not particularly attractive.

And yet, for some reason, seeing her brought back several emotions that he had long since buried. It made him feel… Alive.

The woman seemed surprised that he was conscious again and began to examine him with an even more clinical eye.

“Are you my guardian angel, miss?” he couldn’t help but comment ironically. She was startled but quickly regained her composure before answering him in a formal tone.

“You just had a heart attack. You should save your strength.”

"She has no sense of humor",he thought with annoyance but nodded.

“You were lucky, luckily I was there myself, in that very subway car,” the big woman continued speaking while putting on some medical gloves.

"Oh, so it was you who saved my life… I'm not sure whether to be grateful or resentful about that…"

"I've called the emergency contacts you had, Rhaella, Daemon and Myrcaerys Targaryen, they shouldn't take long to arrive once we're at the hospital"

The woman couldn't help but frown, wondering what connection he could have with members of the most powerful family in Westeros. If she only knew...

"By the way, my name is Brienne Tarth. Doctor Brienne Tarth" .

Silence settled again in the ambulance and Jaime felt his heart slowly regain its strength.

“When you find her, you'll just know.”

"Brienne… My name is Jaime"

[thot-chi]

Merlin/HOTD crossover where Arthur Pendragon is placed in the body of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Luckily both the Knights of the round table and Merlin are able to locate him.

[annachum]

Jonsa, Marisette and Raoulstine - Knight and Lady like dynamics

These 3 ship dynamics literally are amongst straighter plays of chivalric romances - fundamentally honorable knight like figure and a noble hearted lady

Christine, Cosette and Sansa been through hell yet came out singing and vow to be nothing like those that tormented them

Raoul, Marius and Jon all fight to protect their honors

Those ladies came to offer them a real home and solace

Those men came to offer them a real home and protection

[bananadrinkxxx]

THE BLOOD CROWN 🩸 👑

Aemond Targaryen Story

Fanfiction

Part 6

Rose felt like a play ball being tossed back and forth when she was told that she was now subject to Prince Aemond. She was not happy that she was now serving the prince, but someone in her position had neither a say nor a choice. The high lordships did what they wanted with people like her. She had hoped that Daeron would object, claim her for himself, but the only thing he did utter was his amazement. Otherwise, he had remained silent, leaving her to her fate.

Rose didn't know exactly what she had expected when it was said that she was now at Aemond's disposal, but she certainly hadn't thought of merely cleaning up his chambers. She felt useless. 

Rose had a curious nature and was quite adaptable in fixing a number of things. It was not an adjustment for the prince to work. It was just something she would have preferred to avoid.

"My prince," she greeted Aemond as he stepped into his room without announcement. She jumped up and bowed.

Rose fell into the most superficial politeness that decency would allow. She hoped, if she kept her eyes down and appeared almost mute, that he would stop showering her with death threats. Her mother had taught her early on that there was nothing more teachable for a servant than the ability to remain inconspicuous. Her hope died when she looked up again and his blue eyes studied her.

It was as if he could see into her soul, read her mind, know every secret. It was a disarming, frightening look. Eyes with so much power should not be surrounded by a face that looked almost sensitive.

Then he turned back around and ignored her.

How wonderful.

Just what she wanted and yet it annoyed her.

She stood there, like a fool, waiting for him to speak to her. 

He walked over to his desk and flipped through a wide variety of papers before looking up.

"Come here," he commanded, and she obeyed. "Here." He held out a document to her, which Rose accepted in surprise. "I want you to go to the library and get me the book from which these lines came. Maester Howart will give it to you."

With that all was said, and Rose did as she was told.

The library at the Red Keep impressed her. It was large and almost cavernous with its books reaching so high that one had to climb a ladder to reach some. She had spent less time here than any of the other rooms, but she had always liked the presence of books. There was comfort in knowledge.

Even if she didn't understand a word.

As a woman of low estate, she had never learned to read. It was uncharacteristic, but her mother had never taught her. Just like her, she had never been able to read a single word.

Rose stroked her fingers over the books. She loved the feel, and even more the smell. There was no smell more beautiful than the smell of old books.

"What are you doing here,?" a man's voice mobbed her from the side, and Rose flinched, startled. "Who gave you permission to be here?"

A man in a dark gray robe faced her, old and with a dogged, almost hostile expression on his face. He looked at her critically, as if she had intended to steal his entire library.

"Are you Maester Howart?" she asked politely.

"Ay, ay."

"Prince Aemond sent me. He needs this book," she held out the roll of parchment to the maester, who briskly snatched it from her hand. He raised an eyebrow and furrowed his brow. "Hmm, how interesting," he murmured, rubbing his chin. He turned and seemed about to search for it, when suddenly a guard stepped in and stood in his way.

"The hand requests your presence, Maester Howart."

Maester Howart looked surprised before looking back to Rose. He seemed to think for a moment before handing the document back to her. "In the third row, the blue book. And don't make a mess in here, girl," he warned her before stomping out of the room.

Rose was left alone in the library, completely confused about what to do. She stood like a fool in the middle of it before going to the third row to look for a blue book.

Which proved to be a bit difficult, however, because the third row was full of blue books. Confused, she looked at the writing that contained the name of the book. Maybe she could recognize it by its shape? Even if she couldn't read, she should at least be able to guess which book the prince was asking for.

But no matter how long she stood by the books, no matter how hard she tried, she could not find a book that was remotely close to what she was looking for.

"Either you're the slowest servant I've ever had, or I might suspect you're making me wait on purpose."

Rose winced and turned around, startled.

Aemond stood not far behind her, leaning against the bookcase, watching her with a raised eyebrow. His lips wore a smirk, a stark contrast to his eyes, which were dark on her.

"My prince," Rose said, humbled. "I could not find the book you seek." She bit her lip and glanced casually at the shelf.

"Is that so?" asked Aemond, coming closer. "How odd," he began, looking around briefly before stepping close to her and then reaching for a book that was right next to her face on the shelf. "Yet it's right in front of you."

A blue book.

Rose's stomach knotted.

She was so stupid.

She was so incredibly stupid.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, looking down at the ground in shame. "I wasn't mindful enough."

"Hmm," Aemond gave out. "I'd lie that it'd surprise me."

"If I have disappointed you, then I beg your forgiveness."

She avoided telling him that she couldn't read. As a servant in this position, it wouldn't be accepted.

"Disappointed me?"

"You gave me a task that I did not complete to your satisfaction."

"It's just a book, Rose."

She was surprised by his words. She would have thought he would punish her for her inadequate performance. He had always punished her with dislike and contempt, humiliated and frightened her. But now, at this moment, he didn't seem like the cold-blooded prince she had come to know.

"That's far from the worst thing you'd gotten yourself into the last few days."

He was speaking of Lucerys.

Rose stood in silence for a moment. She regarded Aemond, unsure of what to say.

"If I have upset you with my behavior over the past few days, I am sorry, my prince. It was unacceptable."

"I can't disagree with that."

Rose could only look at him. His eyes had their mystical quality again, where they seemed to see into her soul.

"Your behavior is flawed, and if my brother hadn't stood up for you, you would never have gotten to this position, you probably would have been whipped or banished to the streets if I hadn't been smart enough to distinguish your stupidity and naiveté from traitorous qualities."

Some of the worry must have come back to her face.

"But do not be concerned. I won't go back to it as long as you don't upset me."

Rose should have dropped to her knees and thanked him. Instead, she asked, "Why?"

Aemond raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

She nodded.

"You question my generosity?"

He looked at her with a mixture of amusement and arrogance. "Well, I think that's a mystery to both of us."

Rose could only look at him. Although she didn't want to admit it, she had to admit to herself that Aemond Targaryen was a handsome man. At night, by candlelight, with the light of the moon reflecting on his face, Rose could only think of how handsome he looked. He certainly did not have the good looks of his brother Daeron, no one did, but he had an indescribable aura that exerted an inexplicable attraction on her.

Even his scar did not change that.

She could only stand still as he reached out a hand to take a strand of hair that had come loose from her butt.

For a brief moment, she had thought he was going to hit her. 

"You look better with your hair down. That awful hood my mother forced on you doesn't suit you."

She watched as he played with her hair.

Rose could only sigh and forced her eyes up. She realized with some alarm that she had never been this close to him before. At least not yet in this way. The candlelight of the library made his fair skin shine. He looked graceful, the way one imagined a prince would look. She watched his face, saw his soft lips and perfectly shaped eyebrows. She also saw that he had eyelashes that rivaled those of a woman. What was she talking about? That dwarfed the eyelashes of women. Life was indeed not fair. Why did men always have more beautiful eyelashes than women?

His finger slid down her cheek and rested lightly on her chin. He left a burning sensation on her skin and awakened a feeling in her that was unknown to her.

Rose recognized two shocking things. The way he was looking at her was desire. It suddenly seemed like he wanted her. An irritating thought when she remembered his rejection of the last few days.

He wanted her. Did he? She didn't know much about men, she had no experience with them, but that look, she recognized it.

But, no. She had to be mistaken.

He hated her.

He had to hate her.

He despised her.

He left no doubt about that.

The second, probably the more shocking realization, was that he must be reading the same look in her eyes.

She swallowed and her hands tangled in her dress.

Her heart beat painfully against her chest and she wondered if he heard it too. That deafening sound.

"Let me kiss you," he whispered. She almost didn't hear him. 

"What?" Her voice trembled. Was this a dream?

"Allow me to kiss you. We both know that's what you want." His hand slid to her lips and stroked them tenderly. 

"You're asking my permission?" she asked, surprised. "You could just take whatever you want. You're a prince."

"Do you really think I would just grab you and press you against the shelf here and now, and take you? I don't think your prince made a good impression on you."

The gentleness and sincerity in that one sentence made Rose forget herself. The tingling in her belly slid further down, into a region she had never felt before, giving her a sinful sensation. It felt good to be desired, and that's exactly what Aemond seemed to be doing just now. Desiring her.

"I am not Aegon, if you don't want me, you say so, do you understand?"

She nodded. He desired her?

"We can't. That's not right," she said, pressing closer to him.

He smiled at the inconsistency of her words and actions.

"I am a prince and a Targaryen, I say what is right or wrong."

She swallowed. His words only excited her more. What was this all of a sudden? A few days ago he had hated her and she had feared him, and now here she was with him, pressed against each other, fighting over whether or not he should kiss her? How bizarre.

Aemond's eyes left her eyes and slid down her lips, down her body. The act itself left her feeling dizzy. As if his eyes, which could read her mind, might also see through her clothes. What would it feel like? If she could feel his hands on her most intimate parts? Was the feeling as sinful as the thought of it ? Or the desire ?

He pulled her closer, if that was even possible.

"You're a good girl, aren't you Rose? You do what you're told, don't you?"

There was no humor in his voice. No matter how hard she looked for it, she couldn't find it. Instead, there was something else in his voice.

Something forbidden.

"Prince Aemond-"

"Then tell me, do you want me to let you go?" She inhaled sharply. His words paralyzed her.

"Give yourself to me, Rose. Say yes."

There was no command in his voice. No demand. It sounded like a wish.

"I can't..."

"Why not?"

"It's a sin," Rose breathed. It sounded like an excuse. It was an excuse.

"Really?"

"You hate me."

He clicked his tongue as if he were talking to a naughty child.

He suddenly pressed his hand to her neck. His grip was gentle yet firm. He pushed her back and she let him guide her until her head knocked against the bookcase.

Suddenly he bent down to her neck and sucked on it. She drew in a startled breath. By the gods, what was happening here?

His tongue wandered down her neck. His fingers touched the neckline of her dress and played with it.

"You would like it, Rose. You'd like me," he said as if he still had to convince her.

Rose heard her heart racing in her ears.

The first touch of her lips was so soft she wondered if she had imagined it. Just a gentle press, tinged with a taste of something she didn't yet realize.

"Say, yes," he urged her again.

She felt Aemond's pull back slightly and his lips parted. They parted to breathe in much needed air. The taste was stronger and before she even knew what she was doing, she reached into his hair and pressed his head in her direction to taste his lips once more.

Her lips moved against his in a kind of dance. A dance she didn't know all the steps to, but was eager to learn. There was a gentle push against her lips that surprised her. His tongue. It asked for entrance.

And she granted him that access.

Rose moaned as the taste that had only been hinted at blossomed into its full flavor. A tingling sensation gripped her entire body. Her own tongue was hesitant and a little nervous, but Aemond's hand wrapped itself in her unbound hair and the vibration of his assenting moan destroyed any doubt that this kiss was anything wrong.

He wanted her.

And she wanted him.

It was a dizzying sensation. Aemond pressed her against the wall of books that shook with the impact and lifted her slightly so she could swing her legs around his waist. One hand was on her leg, pressing her closer, the other propped against the shelf. She knew she should be nervous. Indignant, even. A lady with purity would be, but neither was a lady nor did she care about her purity.

Instead, she sighed at the feeling of his strong body pressing her against the cold of the wall, men called books.

He was burning her with their kisses, making her body burst into flames.

Rose wasn't sure how long passed between them when she heard the sound of footsteps. She froze. Panicked, she drew in her breath and broke away from Aemond.

Suddenly, it all felt like a mistake.

A crime that the prince had persuaded her to commit.

"It was a mistake, my prince," she breathed, her voice trembling. If she were caught with a prince, she would be forever marked as a whore. She would be banished from the Red Keep in disgrace.

She pushed him away and Aemond let her.

He could have grabbed her instead and taken what he wanted, after all he was a prince and she was a nobody, no man would accuse him, but instead Aemond respected her words and let her go.

He watched her, lips parted, and he too looked taken by her kiss.

"Forgive me," Rose said, and without waiting for his permission, she ran out of the library. She didn't know where she was running to, but she didn't care. She needed to put as much space as she could between herself and Prince Aemond, so she realized again what reality was.

He was a Targaryen prince and she was a nobody.

[izzy140105]

Currently breaking my own heart by saying that this song is so Jon and Isabelle (oc) 🥹😭

[leeu16337]

Chapters: 12/18 Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV), Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen Characters: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Helaena Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Alicent Hightower, Otto Hightower, Aegon II Targaryen, Baela Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen (Daughter of Daemon), Joffrey Velaryon, Corlys "The Sea Snake" Velaryon, Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon, Vhagar | Visenya Targaryen's Dragon, Arrax | Lucerys Velaryon's Dragon, Game of Thrones Ensemble Additional Tags: Uncle-Nephew Relationship, Targaryens Being Targaryens, Valyrian Magic (A Song of Ice and Fire), Soul Bond, Period Typical Attitudes, Possessive Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Protective Daemon Targaryen, Slow Burn, Fix-It of Sorts, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

"Thread of green, thread of black, twined together in an ancient pact," Helaena recited as she compared passages and words. "Blood of blood, kin of kin, fire only burns for those against the sin."

A lump formed in her throat with every sentence she read. It was exactly as she'd feared.

[spiderliliez]

Each the love of their lives. 💔 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON: S2 (2024)

[+] LGBTQ 🏳️‍🌈 [+] EMMA D’ARCY [GIF Collection] ✨ [+] COOKIE [GIF Collection] ✨

[queen-helaenas-pet-spider]

Out of all the ASOIAF characters that want Sansa Stark, Sandor Clegane is the ONLY ONE that HATES HIMSELF for it! Unlike SO MANY other men in this series {who will see someone they like and take them with no hesitation, and zero regard to that desired person and everyone else around them}, from the moment Sandor laid his Stark like grey eyes on her, and every blessed second he had with her after that, he actually FOUGHT those desires {which were made worse by his alcoholism}! He KNOWS Sansa is far too young for him, far too sweet for him, and miles above his station! He's SEEN how the world treats people like her! And most importantly, Sandor WAS HER!

Like Sansa, Sandor thought his life would be like the songs. While Sansa dreamt of being some beautiful, brave, gentle, and strong man's Lady or Queen and then be the mother of his children, Sandor dreamt of being a knight. They trusted too much, wanted to be loved by everyone, and had their lives shattered in the most DEVASTATING ways. And while their traumas affect them differently, she's still the ONLY one on the entire planet that TRULY understands him {you could argue that Arya *Sansa's little sister* does too, but not as much as Sansa}. And while Sandor grew to HATE everything about knights, the songs, etc, part of him still WANTS to be the kind of hero that he and Sansa used to love. And despite his many flaws, he's actually one of the very few "true knights" in the series.

And so, unlike those many men, Sandor fought his feelings for Sansa by trying to DISTANCE HIMSELF FROM HER. He stayed close enough to be sweet to her and protect her, of course, but also tried to make himself look as awful as possible. Said lots of cruel and lewd things, called her Little Bird, Child, Girl, etc instead of My Lady, Lady Sansa, Lady Stark, or just Sansa. And even after she REJECTED HIM, he also reminded a group of men {as well as himself} who were speaking ill of Sansa that not only is Sansa a LADY, but a PROPER LITTLE LADY. But to his great surprise and even greater despair, instead of watching her run for her life like everyone else does, all of his attempts to preserve what little honor they have left, only make {sadly just Book} Sansa all but CLING TO HIM like a damn FACEHUGGER.

Sadly, there were a few times {mainly in the books} where Sandor slipped up {mainly while he was drunk, which was almost the whole time they knew each other} and almost turned into Gregor {Sandor's older brother that's like ten to twenty million times worse} and all of those other men. He checked Sansa out, made some sexual comments about her still growing body, grabbed her too tight, broke in her room while she wasn't there and slept in her empty bed, pinned her to her bed at knifepoint, allegedly led a raping and killing spree at Saltpans, and admitted to Arya that he regrets not raping Sansa and tearing her heart out before he reluctantly left King's Landing without her.

But as disappointing as it sounds, Sandor {who again was almost always insanely drunk during those times} realized what he was doing, quickly stopped, and then went back to being what she REALLY needed at that time: Her guardian angel. Her dearest true knight. {I know, I know! "The bare minimum!", "The bar is in hell!", but Sansa and all the other girls and women in this series are BARELY even getting that!} He's innocent of what happened at Saltpans {it was another huge man, Rorge, who somehow got his grubby paws on Sandor's famous Hound helmet, and then wore it during the spree}. Also, Sandor's "confession" to Arya was made while he was literally DYING from some injuries he sustained while fighting that same group of men that were speaking ill of Sansa {which in my mind was Sandor trying to kill himself cause he just learned that the one he loves most married a man that they hated *and for good reason*, is accused of killing a king that they hated *and for good reason*, and is now on the run} and was hoping to be PUT OUT OF HIS MISERY. And since Arya didn't want to, he said awful things that he DID NOT MEAN FOR EVEN A MILLISECOND, things he KNEW would finally get her to change her mind, only for it to backfire on him BIG TIME.

While everyone else that wants Sansa Stark only wants her for her CLAIM, her STOLEN ANCESTRAL HOME, and her STILL DEVELOPING WOMB, Sandor Clegane is the ONLY ONE among them that wants Sansa because he actually LOVES HER. And though he many never know that Sansa DOES love him back {the way Sansa talks about Sandor in her chapters is DEFINITELY NOT out of hatred, though it would be understandable if it was. And if I told y'all to take a shot every time Sandor is mentioned in Sansa's chapters, y'all would die of alcohol poisoning} and get to be with her in that way, just seeing her and protecting her one last time would probably be enough for him. And if it isn't, well, then he'll probably just leave her again {either the normal way or through dying}. Because the only thing WORSE than never ending up with Sansa Stark is turning into his older brother.