#ghost grey

[grrl-beetle]

MM6 x Salomon ACS Pro

[sailor-toni]

Danny Fenton Football Captain and the East Coast Vampire

Chapter 9: Casper High’s Losers

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The ballroom was in old Amity Park, stuck between two  small gardens. Its old antique facade was decorated in colorful streamers and lights. A large banner that read “Amity Park charity Masquerade Ball” hung above the large double doors. Even the statues and gargoyles that stood on the building had colorful paper masks tied to their faces. 

“Hey Danny,” Valerie grabbed his hand and pointed to the roof. “Did you know that each of the gargoyles on the roof are supposed to represent the founding families of Amity Park?”

“Really? Kind of a ugly way to show it,” The gargoyles had to be taller than his Dad to stand out against the ballroom's massive glass dome. 

“The gargoyles are there to ward off evil spirits but on their backs are the family crests. The one pointing to the West is supposed to be the gargoyle for the Manson Family. The one to the east belongs to the Sanchez family, the one pointing north belongs to the North family, and the one right above us is the south gargoyle. It belonged to the Master’s family.” 

“Hun - wait the Masters?”

“Yeah. My Dad said they used to be a big deal in Amity Park before their family died in some weird house fire. He said the whole city could see the flames.”

“Woah, that sounds horrible.”

“Yeah. The weird park was that the flames were pink, not red. I think the library has a book about it or something. My Dad has been getting into all that paranormal ghost business recently.” 

“Oh no. Let’s hope he doesnt turn into my parents.” Danny joked. 

“Oh god I hope not. I might have to disown him if he started wearing a bright yellow hazmat suit everywhere.” 

Speaking of hazmat suits, Danny could see his parents were already inside. His Mother was wearing a navy suit and the same simple black mask Danny had on. Meanwhile his father wore a full hazmat suit. The neon orange plastic squealed and rustled with every movement he made. The plastic around his face was half covered in condensation, but that didn’t stop his booming voice from echoing off the dark oak walls. Danny goaned and hid his face in Valerie's shoulder. 

“I’m sure nobody will even know you're related to them tonight Danny,”  She giggled at his misfortune.

“I hope not. Here, let’s go this way,” he led her into a crowd of masked people, quickly handing their tickets to the poor teenager collector with the red hat and thick glasses, and speed walked past his parents. Now away from the source of embarrassment he could finally see the interior of the ballroom. 

It was grander inside than it was outside. There were statues that hung to the gold balcony above them, each face was carved as smooth as possible to make them look as alive as possible. Their harsh gazes looked down upon them. Their strong wings looked as soft as feathers with the small carved details made. Greek columns lined the lobby walls with a dusting of gold on its stone face to spread more reflective light across the massive lobby. It looked like there was a dusting of gold on everything, from the ends of the tables to even the floor below them. The pitch black title had gold glitter embedded within the stone, it made him feel as thro he walked on the night sky itself. There was even a woman with a long black gown and ivory skin, playing a calming song on a golden harp above them. The balcony golden gates framing her thin arms.  As wonderful as it was he felt out of place, like an imposter standing with gods. His suit was a tad too small and his shirt collar felt like it was choking him. His cheap simple black plastic mask suddenly became itchy and his body felt hot under the crystal chandei;ler. But Valerie loved it. The lights reflected like stars in her beautiful teal eyes.  

He let her lead him around the old building. A child-like smile graced her face as they silently explored the hallways leading off the main lobby. The old gas powered lamps still hung above them, now modified to hold flame shaped light bulbs. Their soft light was brighter by the floor to ceiling length mirrors that hung on each side of the hallways. Each mirror was taller than the walls in Danny's bedroom and had been polished to a ridiculous extreme. He feared if he got too close he would see each and every sore and defect on his face. Valerie let go of his hand and began to twirl in the hallway, the mirrors catching her movement like clear shadows. The deep red of her dress sparkled in the light, and the low cut back caught his eye. He quietly came behind her, grabbing one loved hand and twirling her around the room. 

“You know there is a ballroom right?” He whispered into her ear

“Yes but it doesn't have mirrors like these.” she whispered back.

The two twirled and danced in the middle of the hallway, as dozens of their own reflection joined them in this clumsy dance. Big smiles were painted on their faces as their mess spanned the whole hallway, traveling up and down the length of the mirrors. Their movements matched a beat only they could hear. Their movements slowly falling to a close as sweat built itself on their foreheads. 

“That was great,” Danny whispered into her ear. 

“Yeah, it was,” Valerie wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering the words into his ear. The air tickled his ear and his face began to burn up. 

“Hey guys, what are you doing?” Kwan yelled down the hallway. The couple quickly broke apart, with Danny awkwardly coughing. 

“h-Hey Kwan, what’s up!” Danny said. 

“I’m good! What are you guys doing over there? The party right here! And Mr. Master’s is about to give a speech!” Kwan waved them over. 

    Danny offered his hand to his date and led her back to the main room. Kwan was wearing a sun mask while Star stood near him with a moon mask. Danny and Valerie chuckled at the mask choice but kept it mostly to themselves. The last two to join were... Dash and Paulina? Dash was wearing a pale pink tie to match Paulina’s pink princess dress, her mask was bedazzled with rhinestones and gold trim. Dash wore a silly grin on his face while Paulina looked less than pleased. He waved hi to everyone but Danny and stood on the other side of the group. Danny rolled his eyes but the lights began to dim and the Amity Park Historical society came up on stage with Vlad.

“Thank you everyone for attending our masquerade ball! Give yourselves a big round of applause as we have raised enough money to restore the old Master’s mansion and bring back a apret of our town’s great history!” Mr. Lancer said into the mic. The crowd began to clap and cheer. “Let’s also give a big round of applause to Vlad Masters, for none of this could have been done without him and his donation to hold this ball. Mr. Masters, do you have any words for the crowd tonight?” Mr. Lancer handed the mic over to Vlad. 

“Thank you Mr. Lancer. I would like to thank everyone who came to this amazing ball. The support for this has exploded in the past few days and it warms my heart to see the community come together to remember my family home and restore it to its former glory. My father would be amazed to see the support everyone has given.” His words were rewarded with another applause. “And with those somber words, let’s get this party started!” Vlad handed the mic back to Mr. Lancer, who was drowned out by the applause. The crowd broke up into little groups and many couples took the lead to the dance floor. 

    The ballroom was split into two floors. The bottom floor was empty save for a few candelabras, while the second floor circled the edges of the walls, leaving the center for anyone who wished to watch the people dance below. Punch and food was served on the second floor, of course. 

    Danny led Valerie to the second floor to quickly grab some of the rich food. Below them Kwan and Star had begun their dance, while Vlad and his wife Desiree watched from the doorway. She whispered something in his ear. He gave her a sweet kiss before departing the ballroom. Danny thought that was strange but shook the thought from his head,and he quickly filled his plate with all sorts of small expensive looking snacks. 

“Ohh what is that one?” He asked. 

“I don’t know. You wanna play rock, paper, scissors to see who will try it?” Valerie asked.

“Sure, but if you lose you can’t spit it out.” 

“Neither can you, dummy,” The first match Valerie won, the second Danny won with a quick slight of hand, and the third round was won by - 

CRASH!

    Danny felt something wet on his back. Behind him Paulina covered her mouth and looked embarrassed. 

“Oh my god. Danny I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to.” She said, grabbing a cloth and dabbing it on his clothes. 

“Really Paulina? You can’t let this go? You have to sink down to something like this?” Valerie spat back. 

“No this was an accident, I swear! I tripped over my dress. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay. I’ll go find a bathroom and see if I can get it out. I’ll be right back.” Danny said. 

“Wait Danny, I'm telling the truth. I didn’t do this on purpose!” Paulina tried to follow Danny but Valerie stepped in her way. 

“It’s fine. I’ll be right back I promise!” Danny scurried down the ballroom steps and began his search for the bathrooms. 

    The hallways got darker as he traveled down them. Every door he tried was either locked or led to an office. About to give up hope at office number five, Danny heard voices coming from down the hall. 

“Hello? Hey, do you know where the bathroom is?” Danny called out, but the voices continued on as if he wasn’t there. He rolled his eyes and made his way down to meet them. 

    There at an open door. Sam Manson and Tucker Foley were pulling books out of a bookshelf. 

“It’s not this one,” Sam said. 

“Not this one either,” Tucker replied. 

“What are you guys doing?” Danny asked, scaring the shit out of the two. 

“T-that’s what we should be asking you Fenton!” Tucker said. 

“I’m here on a date. Wait, don't tell me. Are you guys dating?” Danny gestured towards the two. 

“NO!” they both yelled. Their faces twisted in disgust. Sam pretended to be sick, while Tucker stuck his tongue out and gagged. 

“Jesus, sorry I even mentioned it.” Danny chuckeld.

“Well you should be sorry,” Tucker said. 

“Yeah! We know what you’ve been up to Ghost Boy,” Sam said.

“AUGH! We went over this already. I’m not the ghost boy” 

“Then why did you hide a bomb in the basement? We saw your ghost friends moving it yesterday!” Tucker said.

“What?” Danny felt his veins froze. 

“Yeah. You might not know it but my parents also gave a large donation to this event, and were involved with the planning,” Sam said with a smug smile. 

“Yeah, I bet you didn’t count on us seeing your goons yesterday during setup.” Tucker added on. 

“There’s a bomb?!” Danny yelled. 

“Don’t try and play dumb. We heard everything the metal guy said. Make sure you don’t mess up, or else the ghost boy will hear about it. Plus we know you lied to us,” Tucker said. 

“Yeah we saw you with the two color eyes. Your disguise was failing you and you tried to hide it,” Sam said. 

“NO! No, no, no. You guys got this all wrong. Wait, did you say metal guy?” Danny asked. 

“Yeah, he had metal skin,” Tucker said. 

“Did he have a flaming mohawk that was both green and blue?” 

“Yeah, we saw it all!” 

“Oh god. No, we need to get out of here. We need to get everyone out of here. God I didn’t think he would be back so soon,” Danny moved into the room and tried to pull the other’s out. Sam and Tucker pulled their arms from his grip. 

“Do you think we are stupid?” Sam said. 

“No, I don’t think that. I think we are in great danger and we need to get out of here!” 

“This boy thinks we are dumber than shit,” Tucker said to Sam. 

“No, please trust me on this. I know you have no reason to trust me, but please. We need to get everyone out of here right now.”

“And let you get away?”

“I didn’t plan any of this. Why would I do that?” 

“Well It’s no secret you don’t like your parents,”

“So, you two think I’m trying to kill my parents? You two are crazy!” 

“Are we crazy or are you the crazy ghost boy?” “Either way we are about to find out,” Sam pulled another book from the bookcase. A click followed it and it swung open. “Oh! I didn’t think that was going to work.”

Behind the bookcase was a long hallway down into the basement. Tucker and Sam rushed in, with Danny not far behind. His cried were ignored as they landed at the bottom. It was a small circular room with his parent’s ghost killer 9000 in the center. The timer was slowly ticking down from thirty minutes. 

“See, you were just trying to get us away from your bomb!” Tucker yelled. 

“I did not put this here,” Danny pleaded. 

“Yeah right-” Tucker took a step forward and a loud snap followed. A ball of slime injected itself from the wall and latched on to Tucker. Swallowing up his body and leaving only his head exposed. 

“Tucker!” Sam yelled. As the second ball shot itself out and latched itself to Sam. Locking her in place just like Tucker. A third ball shot out towards Danny, he ducked down and dogged it. The ball bounced off the wall behind him and got him by the back. Soon it too, swallowed up his body, leaving only his head exposed. He tried to transform but the slime was preventing it. 

“Ha ha! It looks like you got caught in your own trap!” Sam laughed. 

“That wasn’t his trap.” A deep voice answered. Skulker phased through the walls. His new body was fixed and shined to a fine polish. “Hello Ghost boy. How have you been?” 

“Oh well-” 

“I don’t care.” A green sword came out of Skulker’s arm. He grabbed Danny’s hair and pressed the blade to his neck. 

“WOAH! Wait, I thought you were working together!?” Tucker yelled. 

“AHAHAH! As if! This Ghost Boy is the only prey to have ever escaped me. And now I will cut his head off and mount it to my wall!” Skulker said. 

“Skulker! Put that away. I paid for your way out to help me with the bomb. Not to kill the boy,” A voice cut in. Skulker put his blade away and released Danny. Everyone twisted their heads to see who it was. Vlad Masters stood by the door with a sour expression. 

“Vlad Masters?” Sam said.

“That is my name child,”

“Vlad! What is going on? Why is my parents bomb here? I don’t understand,” Danny said. 

“I didn’t want you to find out like this Daniel. At least not until you were ready to know.” Vlad sighed. “As you know I went to college with your parents and we were close friends. A sort of found family if one must put a name to what we were. And we were determined to create a portal to the world of the undead, or as you buffoon of a father put it. The Ghost Zone . Bah! What a childish name. But we were young, dumb, and determined to make it happen. But something happened, as it always does. Jack turned the portal on while I was in the same room as it. He forgot to check if I had made it out or not. The portal was unstable and ectoplasm infused with my body creating a condition called ecto-acne. It creates boils on the skin and inner membrane of the body filled with ectoplasm that very painfully burst and the mix of puss and ecto-palsm can cause some very serious infections. For years the accident stole my life from me, leaving me in agony, and when I thought it was finally over. I found myself born anew. But the entire time I was trapped with my body revolting against me, you parents never visited. They left their mess behind to start a new life with a little family of their own. So tonight I thought it would be fun to reward them for their actions. Once this bomb goes off about half of the people here will get ecto-acne and when the police go to investigate. Your parents will be framed for the crime. Their life will be ruined just like mine was.”

“What if people die?” Danny asked. 

“This bomb will not kill any humans, as your mother designed it to only kill ghosts. But when you expose humans to that much ectoplasm, it creates ecto-acne. That is why I, and a few others won’t be here when the bomb goes off.” Black rings emerged from Vlad’s waist and moved across his body, enveloping it in a shadow. When the shadow dispersed Vlad’s skin was blue, his now black hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and his clothes were pure white. Gold fringe and lace were embroidered along the edges of the regal suit. “Daniel, you look surprised? Did you think you were the only halfa that existed? You are not the first of your father’s failed experiments.”

 Danny was stunned into silence. 

“Now you are a bright young lad. You can put together that while the meddling kids over there will survive the bomb, you might not. And I do not wish to see you die. So. I give you an offer. Join me. I have mastered my powers. I can teach you everything I know,” Vlad multiplied himself. His copies filled up the room before they disappeared in pink smoke. He made pink shields, and covered himself in bright pink fire before putting it out. Leaving him unhurt. 

“Are you serious?” Tucker yelled. “You got hurt in college and now you're going to make a whole bunch of random people suffer the same fate as you?”

“Yeah you should just get back as his parents instead of getting everyone else!” Sam backed her friend up.

“You two wouldn’t understand. Neither of you died and came back to a world that is against you,” Vlad said. 

“But you’re super rich now. You own like five different companies. You have more money than you could ever use! Yeah his parents fucked up but why not move on?” Sam yelled. 

“Because I will never get the life I could’ve had back.”

“Danny this guy is bad news! Don’t listen to him!” Sam yelled. 

“Look Daniel. A few moments ago they were accusing you of killing your own parents, and now they are begging you to listen to them. To do as they say. The people here are fickle and will discard you as soon as they get what they want,” Vlad said. “Everyone in this miserable town is like this. So, why fight to defend scum like this? When you can come home with me and Desiree and live like a king with people who understand you?” 

    Tucker and Sam tried to yell but their voices were cut off when Vlad snapped his fingers and the trap wrapped around their mouths. Danny’s own trap disintegrated around him. Dany fell to the floor and Vlad offered a hand to him. “What will it be?” Danny looked around the room, at the bomb ticking down, the two idiots in their trap, Skulker, and back to Vlad. The music from the ballroom was faint in his ears, and the image of his friends infected with ecto-acne came into his mind. Danny smacked Vlad’s hand away. 

“Thanks but no thanks. I have people I need to protect,” Danny stood up and let the white rings on his body transform him into his baggy hazmat suit. 

“Mr. Plasmius, do you need me to handle this?” Skulker asked. 

“No. Get to the safe house. I can handle this,” Vlad waved him away. Skulker phased through the ceiling and disappeared into the night. “If you are talking about your date, I will allow you to take her out of the building before the bomb goes off. But I would hurry. Time is running out,”

“No, I’m going to stop you. Before you can hurt anyone,” Danny said. 

“Don’t make me do this Daniel. I am more powerful than you can imagine.” Vlad started floating off the ground. Danny shot a green beam from his palms and cut into Sam and Tucker’s traps, freeing them.

“Make you do what?” Danny spat at him. Vlad Plasmius bared his teeth, displaying a set of sharp fangs, and he grabbed Danny, throwing him against the wall. “Get Star and Kwan and find a way to disable the bomb. I’ll handle him!” Danny shouted orders at Sam and Tucker. 

“You’ll deal with-” Danny’s blast hit Vlad across the face. Danny flipped the ol man off before phasing through the ceiling. Vlad was quick to follow behind him. 

Danny flew into the air with Plasmius hot on his trail. The clones tried to out maneuver him in the air, flying below and above him, trying to trap him in a clone bubble. But he let himself fall close to the ground. His body picked up speed as he raced along the road. He couldn’t fight him here, there were too many people and they might get hurt. Danny thought. But there was one place that was already destroyed and he was sure no one would be there. 

WHAM! A clone blind sided Danny, sending him flying towards another clone, who grabbed him and tossed him high into the air. A third clone grasped his collar and spun him like a top before letting go and watched Danny crash through a water tower.

“Daniel we don’t have to do this,” Vlad or one of his clones said. Danny phased through the water and flew towards his destination. He threw small blast that the clones easily dogged. 

“I won’t let you frame my parents!” Letting his emotions build up in his chest Danny let the hot beams of light shoot out of eyes. The beams hit one of the clones, reducing it to pink dust. “Yes, I got one!” 

A hand grabbed his collar, “Fine. If we must play this game, let it be known that it brings me no joy little badger,” Plasmius spare hand turned a hot neon pink, he then let the light shoot off directly into Danny’s stomach, sending him flying across the sky. The light burned through his suit and scorched his skin. A clone flew under him and blasted him in the back, sending him up. And then a third came in and blasted him again. He was popping pong through the sky till he saw the corpse of the old Master’s mansion. Danny used his own blast to break the cycle and send his body flying towards the house.

[youbutstupid]

2005 TV changed lives oh my god

[blueflipflops]

Another short DP X DC prompt

Shared custody au and divorced energy Danny x Val with Ellie being a new member of yj and them meeting her parents seperately and together making different assumptions all together.

They thought Ellie is a child of a messy villian/hero union. Ellie doesn't correct this. Too busy laughing at the thought. The feral gremlin then FULLY leans to it. Calling hero Red Huntress mom and ghost menace Phantom dad then vaguely mentioning how hard it is when mom and dad fights. Doesn't help that they saw how Phantom and Red Huntress immediately drop their arguing whenever they think Ellie is looking and restarts fighting after sge turns her back.

D & V: *fighting, gun shots, explosions*

Ellie as Wraith: hey mom! Hey dad!

D&V: *drops fists and weapons* *smiles attentively* hi sweetie! How are you? Are those your friends? Are you having fun?

Ellie: Yeah! The yj is really fun little guys. Theyre nice!

D&V: oh thats nice sweetie!

Ellie: haha yeah *turns her back to YJ*

D&V: *immediately starts fighting again with even more gun shots, explosions*

Ellie to YJ: they're ok.

YJ: *seeing them fight behind her* what the fuck

When they had to summon the ghost king for help for something and Red Huntress stomped away and came back into the room angrily drawing a summoning circle with spray paint. She said the encantations before anyone can stop her and threw in her necklace with a ring on it. It glowed instantly and came the glorious intimidating ghost king.

Before Constantine could bullshit his way to a contract, Red Huntress aimed her plasma gun and shot at the king. JLD paled at that and tried to stop her but the king just instictively dodged.

"Valerie."

"Phantom."

"How is our Ellie doing?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, your highness."

*Cue divorced energy bickering*

What the fuck is going on with their vibes.

Meanwhile...

John: Wait, Phantom is the ghost king?!?! You married the ghost king?!?! Wraith is a realms princess?!?!

[critterbitter]

Meet Ingo’s partner!

The one and only!

A Litwick!

Litwick’s a panic capture and she knows it.

As a firm believer of half the depot agents in BW2 being either ghosts or pokemon (or both), a litwick with vague telepathy isn’t too out of question, me thinks.

Bonus:

Feel free to add any headcannons! This is lawless lands now. (click here for submas masterpost!)

[hellofriendhawke]

This is why gray ghost is my favorite danny phantom ship 👻

[wispscribbles]

WISP WWIISSPP your retired ghost art is making me lose my minnnddd 😭😭😭😭 that man NEEDS TO BE SMOOCHED!!! but also do u think you will ever do a close up one day of retired Soap?? 🥺🥺🥺 it's just when I look at ur designs of retired ghoap it makes my heart feel like it's wrapped up in a soft, warm blanket but no pressure to draw him obvi 💖💖 hope u have a good day :3

aaAA thank you friend !!!! You're always too kind <333 and I actually tried doing a matching Soap for retired Ghost originally, but my art just didn't want to art for that one - so you're getting more of a doodly scene of the oldies

[temeyes]

simon sketches (cuz i forgot how to draw him)

[technically-human]

Can we see the dbda comics meeting the show? I know you haven’t read the comics, but I don’t think any of us mind. 

I think they'll get along fine

Ko-Fi

[bressynonym]

lunch date!! 😋

menu for today: boba and pho! 🧋🍜

[onlyinmywildestdreams725]

[auphaniim]

🐺❄️

[a-b-riddle]

Going back to the idea of 141 protecting accused reader

Check CW in tags

Price collects the names of everyone involved. Who accused you, who took you in, questioned you and anyone who laid their hands on you. Although Kate had nothing to do with it, the Americans, those fucking shadows overstepped. The best Kate can hope for is to avoid a charge with aiding in a war crime. Joining Kyle in interviews to find out the specifics. Who was cruelest? Did anyone touch you sexually? Were you starved? Questions they knew would overwhelm you if prompted.

Once Price’s job is done, Kyle starts to collect all the intel with a simple name. Digging into the lives of everyone responsible for breaking you as well as their loved one. It doesn’t take Kyle long to start planting things to make their lives go nuclear. Evidences of affairs that were AI generated sent to the wives waiting back home with their husbands attached with apology letters from the mistress. Insisting that she didn’t know he was married and to please use this as evidence if she chooses to divorce him.

Simon is the judge, the jury and executioner. Most of the shadows steered clear after everything came to the surface that you were truly innocent. That doesn’t stop him from beating them bloody during sparring. Challenging any one of them. Embarrassing them in front of their peers only to catch them off guard later in the night. Carving their skin, taking their fingernails as trophies. Having to refrain from showing you that he was giving you justice in the only way he knew how.

And then there was Johnny….

Sweet Johnny became your primary care taker. Isn’t phased when you need help bathing or going to the bathroom. Johnny who administered your pain medicine around the clock. Who was your advocate about dealing with the doctors and medical staff when you felt too overwhelmed. Who scheduled your medical appointments for your burns, lacerations and the other injuries and illnesses you sustained. Severed ACL. Upper respiratory infection. Kidney infection. UTIs from lack of hygiene items. Never once making you feel embarrassed. Getting you in touch with a therapist.

All of them doing their part to help you in anyway they can. All of them promising to never let you away from them again.

[novaursa]

Hello my love! I absolutely adore your writings and wanted to send a request that might prompt some imagination.

I would love a fic where the reader is velaryon (rhaenyras daughter) and married to cregan stark through a marriage alliance. They have grown to love eachother and have one child, a young son, and reader has a dragon. Reader is a dragon rider and may ride into battle with her dragon for her mother’s cause.

Whilst cregan is needed at the wall, a handful of men—sent by the greens in response to blood and cheese—sneak into winterfell with a mission; kill/take readers dragon or pay the price with her son. After killing the guards and a fight where reader tries to defend herself and her son, (maybe resulting in reader getting injured) the men give reader the option. Her dragon or her son. (I’ll leave the choice/what happens up to you 🤭)

cregan soon gets word about what has happened and rushes back to the aftermath.

it would be an honour if you were to even consider my ask 🥰

thank you for all you do and the joy you bring to this side of tumblr <3

The Cycle

- Summary: Cregan leaves with his duty to the Wall and you are left alone with a choice Larys Strong brings.

- Paring: velaryon!reader/Cregan Stark

- Note: The reader is Rhaenyra's daughter and is bonded with Grey Ghost.

- Rating: Explicit 18+ (just to be safe)

- Alternative scenario: one for the price of two

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @daeryna @melsunshine @21-princess

- A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind, dear anon. ☺️❤️

Winterfell is quieter than you have ever known it. The grand halls that once echoed with the clamor of swords and laughter are hushed, the absence of Cregan’s men leaving an emptiness that stretches through every corridor. Outside, the sky is smothered in a blanket of heavy clouds, the winds howling mournfully, as if they sense the danger that lingers just beyond the gates.

Your son, Eddard, sleeps soundly in his cradle, his tiny fists curled by his face, the sight of him softening the edges of your worry. You brush a gentle kiss to his brow, your thoughts drifting to Cregan, away at the Wall with his men, fulfilling his duties to the Night’s Watch. The last thing he said to you before leaving echoes in your mind.

“Winterfell is safe. You are safe.” His grey eyes were serious, his hand warm against your cheek as he spoke.

You had believed him then, believed in the strength of the castle walls and the loyalty of the men who guarded it. But you can’t shake the unease prickling at the back of your neck, a mother’s intuition whispering warnings in your ear.

The first scream splits the night like an axe through ice. You jolt upright, heart hammering, and before you can even grasp what is happening, the door to your chambers bursts open. Figures, shadowed and swift, flood the room. Larys Strong’s men, their faces obscured by masks, their blades gleaming in the dim light.

“Stay back!” you cry out, instinctively placing yourself between them and Eddard’s crib. Your hand reaches for the dagger hidden beneath your pillow, but one of them is faster, knocking it from your grip and seizing your wrist with bruising force.

“Princess Velaryon, or is it just Lady Stark now? There’s no need for heroics,” the leader sneers, his voice a sickly mix of mockery and menace. “We’re here to deliver a message.”

They drag you from the room, your protests muffled by a rough hand clamped over your mouth. Your heart pounds as they force you down the twisting stairs, through the empty halls, until you’re thrust out into the freezing night. Your breath plumes in the air as you look up, dread curling in your stomach.

Grey Ghost is there, your dragon, your bond. Chained and wounded, his scales stained with blood, his wings pinned cruelly to the ground. He lets out a weak, rumbling growl as he sees you, his eyes gleaming with pain and anger.

“No…” you whisper, struggling against the iron grip of your captors. “No, please—”

Larys Strong steps forward then, his smile a twisted, grotesque parody of civility. “You see, Y/N, the Dowager Queen in King’s Landing sends her regards. The blood of a child for the blood of a child, was it not?”

The horror of what he means dawns on you, a sickening wave of realization that turns your limbs to lead. The butcher and the ratcatcher. The trap your mother and Daemon had laid for the Greens. And now, here in the cold North, the Greens have come for you.

“Your dragon or your son,” Larys says softly, almost kindly, as if he were offering you a choice of fine wines. “One lives. One dies. You decide.”

You can barely breathe, the cold air clawing at your throat as you shake your head in disbelief. “No… please, don’t do this… Eddard is just a babe, he’s done nothing—”

Larys cocks his head, feigning sympathy. “Nor did little Jaehaerys. Yet your mother saw to his death, didn’t she?”

Tears blur your vision, but you force yourself to stand tall, to meet his gaze. “If you kill him, I swear on the gods, old and new, I will burn you all to ash.”

Larys’s smile widens, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Such fire. But threats won’t change anything, my lady. You have until the count of ten.”

The men around you tighten their grip, and you know, with a cold, sick certainty, that they will carry out his command. That you will lose one, either your sweet son, innocent and helpless, or Grey Ghost, who has fought beside you, who has bled and burned for your family’s cause.

“One,” Larys begins, his voice calm, measured.

You look at Eddard, bundled against the biting cold, his eyes wide and trusting as they meet yours. He doesn’t understand. He’s too young to understand what is being asked of you.

“Two.”

Grey Ghost lets out a low, mournful wail, his tail lashing weakly against the chains that bind him. You can feel his pain, his fear, through the bond you share, a connection forged in fire and blood.

“Three.”

The world narrows to the beat of your heart, the silent plea in Eddard’s eyes, the agony in Grey Ghost’s. How can you choose? How can any mother be asked to make such a choice?

“Four.”

Your hands are shaking, the words trapped in your throat. You want to scream, to beg, to offer anything, everything, if it will just make this nightmare end.

“Five.”

But there is no mercy in Larys’s gaze, no compassion in the men who hold you.

“Six.”

Grey Ghost’s roar rises, a desperate, broken sound that tears through the night.

“Seven.”

Eddard’s small, soft cry, frightened and confused, cuts through your soul.

“Eight.”

You look at Larys, the man who holds your fate in his hands, and you know that there is no victory here, no way to save them both.

“Nine.”

“I choose…” The words scrape out of you, each one a knife to your heart. “I choose my son.”

Larys’s smile is slow, triumphant, as if he had won some great game. He turns, gestures to his men. “Kill the dragon.”

“No!” The scream rips from your throat as they move toward Grey Ghost, their weapons drawn. You struggle, kicking, biting, but they hold you fast, forcing you to watch as the blades rise and fall, as your dragon, your beloved Grey Ghost, thrashes and roars, his blood staining the snow red.

You sob, your heart shattering with each cruel blow, each gasping breath your dragon takes. He fought for you, for your family, and now he dies, his life ended by your choice, your terrible, necessary choice.

When it is over, the silence is deafening, the night air thick with the smell of blood and death. Larys releases you then, his gaze almost pitying. “There, you see? It wasn’t so difficult.”

You collapse to your knees, your body shaking with grief and rage, unable to tear your eyes from Grey Ghost’s still form. Eddard cries out, and you gather him to you, clutching him close, his tiny warmth the only anchor in a world that has gone cold and dark.

Larys steps back, his work done, his men already withdrawing into the shadows. “Remember, Lady Stark,” he calls over his shoulder. “A debt paid in blood can always be collected again.”

As the night closes in around you, the promise of vengeance burns in your veins. You have lost so much, but you will not break. You will rise from this. For your son. For Grey Ghost. And you will see the Greens pay for every drop of blood they have spilled.

The journey back to Winterfell is swift and relentless, Cregan pushing his horse hard across the snow-swept landscape. There’s a weight in his chest, a gnawing dread that had taken root the moment he received the ravens’ grim message at the Wall. The North is no stranger to death and violence, but the attack on Winterfell, the heart of his home, is a scar he never thought he’d bear.

As the castle looms into view, his heart stutters at the sight. The once proud and imposing stronghold is shrouded in a somber silence, the gates barely guarded, the towers and walls bearing the signs of a vicious struggle. It’s as if the very soul of Winterfell has been drained away, leaving only a husk.

He rides through the gate, dismounting even before his horse fully stops. The few men left in the yard stand grim and silent, their eyes shadowed with exhaustion and grief. There are still bloodstains on the stones, patches of crimson stark against the pristine snow, a testament to the horrors that have transpired.

“Where is she?” he demands, his voice a low, urgent growl. “Where is my wife?”

One of his men, Ser Bryndon, steps forward, his face lined with fatigue and sorrow. “In the Great Hall, my lord. She’s… she hasn’t left her chambers much since the attack.”

Cregan’s heart clenches. He brushes past them, striding through the courtyard, the cold biting at his exposed skin, but he hardly feels it. Every step echoes in the eerily quiet halls, the silence pressing in around him like a vice.

When he reaches the Great Hall, he pauses, bracing himself for what he might find. The heavy wooden doors creak open under his hand, and he steps inside, his eyes sweeping the shadowed space.

There, at the far end of the hall, you sit by the fire, a small, fragile figure in the vast, empty room. You are clutching Eddard to your chest, his small form bundled in blankets, your body curled protectively around him. The flames cast flickering shadows across your face, highlighting the dark circles beneath your eyes, the pallor of your skin.

“Y/N…” His voice is rough, almost breaking, as he crosses the room in a few long strides.

You look up at the sound of his voice, your eyes red and hollow, and for a moment, you just stare at him as if unsure if he’s real or another cruel vision conjured by your grief. Then, with a broken sob, you are in his arms, clutching at his furs, your body trembling with the force of your anguish.

“Cregan…” Your voice is a ragged whisper, muffled against his chest. “They took him from me. They took Grey Ghost.”

He holds you tightly, one arm around your shoulders, the other cradling your son. His heart twists at the sight of you, at the haunted look in your eyes, the way you cling to him as if he is the only thing anchoring you to this world. “I’m here,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here.”

Your breath shudders out of you in a broken gasp, and you shake your head. “It’s not your fault… It’s them. Larys Strong… he made me choose, Cregan. He made me choose between Eddard and Grey Ghost.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He can feel your pain, your guilt, as if it were his own. He tightens his hold on you, his jaw clenched against the fury and helplessness threatening to overwhelm him. “You did what you had to do,” he says fiercely, his voice low and steady. “You protected our son. That’s what matters.”

But he knows, even as he says it, that it will never be enough to ease the agony in your heart. He can see it in your eyes, in the way you curl in on yourself, as if trying to shield yourself from a blow that has already struck. And the sight of it breaks something deep inside him.

“I should have been here,” he whispers, his voice cracking. “I should have protected you both.”

You pull back slightly, your hand coming up to cup his face, your touch gentle despite the tremor in your fingers. “You are here now,” you say, your voice a soft, wavering thread. “That’s what I need. You and Eddard… we’ll get through this. Somehow.”

He nods, swallowing against the lump in his throat. He looks down at your son, at the innocence in his small face, the way he sleeps so peacefully despite the storm that has raged around him. Cregan’s heart aches with love and sorrow and a fierce, unyielding determination.

“I will make them pay,” he vows quietly, his voice hard with the promise. “For every drop of blood, for every tear, I will see them suffer.”

He can feel the weight of your gaze on him, the fire of your own resolve rekindling in the depths of your eyes. “We’ll make them pay,” you agree, your voice firmer now, a steel edge beneath the sorrow.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin as if he can somehow shield you from all the hurt and loss that has been inflicted upon you. “Rest now, Y/N. I’ll take care of everything.”

But even as he says the words, he knows there will be no rest for either of you, not truly. Not until the debt has been paid in blood and fire.

Later, when you’ve finally fallen into a fitful sleep, he steps outside, his breath fogging in the frigid air. The courtyard is almost deserted, the few men left tending to the grim task of clearing the bodies, the fallen. And there, on the far side, lies the massive, still form of Grey Ghost, his once-silver scales now dull and bloodstained.

Cregan approaches slowly, his heart heavy as he takes in the sight of your dragon, his body broken and scarred from the fight that cost him his life. He reaches out, his hand resting against the cooling scales, and he bows his head, grief and rage roiling within him.

“I swear,” he murmurs, his voice a low, fierce vow, “I will see justice for you, for my family. The Greens will pay for this treachery.”

The wind howls through the empty yard, the promise of vengeance carried on its bitter, biting breath.

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HEHEH this was for a dtits challenge:)

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No Matter What- Aemond T.

Aemond is in love, and he refused to allow his nephew to have her. He will take her from Jacaerys by any means necessary.

Am I just going to keep writing my fics as if Season 2 didn’t happen at all?

Yeah…it’s very likely, yes🤣🤣

Also, for the person that DM’d me and asked if I have a name in mind for Y/n when I write for Aemond, yes. In my mind when I write, her name is Rhaella, I just think it’s the most beautiful Targaryen name I’ve heard. I also love Visenya but I feel it’s overused. The only other name I would potentially use would be Saera.

She was surprised by her Uncles attitude from the moment she first saw him again.

Y/n and Aemond had been best friends in their childhood. She had climbed onto the back of the Grey Ghost when she was only 5 years old (most people believing that the Dragon knew they were the same when it came to how shy and avoidant they were).

They hadn’t been close up until that point, only being 5 and 6 years old and both being outcasts among their family (though she almost preferred it that way). Y/n had offered to take Aemond with her flying one night after Aegon, Jace and Luke had ridiculed him again and he actually agreed, resting his hand on the nose of a dragon for the first time as Y/n calmed him. Climbing into the saddle and holding onto his niece had been awkward and a bit embarrassing until they were in the air and Aemond knew he was truly born for this.

From then on Y/n offered to take him with her quite often, always after their brothers had bullied one of them again. She comforted him, even once letting Aemond take the reigns and fly Ghost himself (which the pale dragon didn’t like at all sadly and only lasted a few moments), but the fact that she had done it meant the world to him. He promised to take Y/n with him on his dragon as soon as he mounts one, wanting desperately to impress her.

Aemond was Obsessed

Their friendship lasted like that for almost 4 years before that horrible night when Aemond was attacked by her brothers. He had been so excited to tell her about Vhagar, he had actually been running inside to wake her and take her flying like he promised when he was cut off.

She had held his hand from the moment she ran in, trying to comfort him as much as she was able until her mother pulled her away. Aemond raged when she was dragged away from his side but he was held down by Criston Cole from trying to take his Princess back, Daemon carrying the 9 year olds squirming body out and away from him.

As they all left the next morning he tried to find her, Rhaenyra glaring at him as he searched the courtyard and he knew her mother hadn’t let her come and say “goodbye”…that night was the last time he saw her for almost 9 years…

It was the worst thing Rhaenyra could have done. She had made her younger brother desperate, and desperate men do desperate things…he would have her back. No Matter What.

Aemond dreamed about nothing but his niece every single day after, determined to make her his despite the fact that her mother would never betroth her to him. He knew the only way he could make her his wife was to take her and make it the only option, Alicent would most definitely force their wedding very quickly rather than watch the only “legitimate” grandchild of her husband (other than his brother and sisters 3 children) carry a child unwed (as she was Daemons daughter “secretly” but could at least be passed off as not being Harwin Strongs).

When he finally saw her again he felt his breath stolen from his body, she was stunning, the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on. A women now, standing just shorter than Jace as she watched him in his training session with Cole. Aemond fought hard, determined to show her what he had become and he quickly ended the fight with his sword at his trainers throat.

‘Well done my Prince. You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.’

Aemond rolled his eyes at that. ‘I don’t give a shit about tourneys…nephews. Have you come to train?’ He questioned, looking over the both of them before making eye contact with Y/n who blushed heavily as he did. ‘Niece. It is a pleasure to lay eyes on you again…and you are truly a sight to behold.’ He stepped closer, shoving himself between the Strongs to take her hand in his, lifting it to his lips and looking into her lovely purple eyes. Aemond was comforted to see no fear or disgust on her face, but her beautiful blush was something he wanted to see forever. ‘You are just as gorgeous as I imagined you to be.’ He whispered, leaning close to her ear.

‘Thank you Uncle. You have become ever more handsome, a man grown. The ladies must be fighting tooth and nail for your affections.’ She teased, however before he could respond and insist that he wanted no affections but her own, her bastard brother snatched her hand from his.

‘I would thank you to keep your hands to yourself Uncle, my betrothed should not be touched by anyone but me.’ Jace spoke with a smirk on his face. Anyone with eyes knew Aemond had always been in love with Y/n and his nephew was smug to be able to take any kind of happiness away from him as he always had done.

Aemond composed himself immediately, smiling down at him kindly but Jace could see the rage in his eye, the silent threat that he was giving being clear. ‘I suppose congratulations are in order then.’ And though he said it, he gave none before smiling at Y/n who was then pulled in the opposite direction and out of the courtyard.

‘I do not want to see him touching you again, do you understand me?’ Jace demanded as they got into the castle, Y/n pulling her hand from his angrily.

‘You are not yet my husband brother, don’t you dare order me as if you are. I still have plenty of time to tell mother I would rather be betrothed to anyone but you and that Baela can be Queen by your side one day. I am not an object for you to take possession of!’ And with that she stormed off, Aemond around the corner having heard the whole thing. He knew exactly how to get his girl to be his…though he doubted it would be hard with how his nephew treated his Queen.

‘You should be kinder to your future Queen-‘

‘She is mine, whether she likes it or not. I am to be the King one day, she cannot refuse me.’ Jace joked with Luke who snorted, Aemond turning and leaving the hall. Y/n was his future wife, no matter what he had to do to make sure of it.

After the horrific meeting to attempt to give Driftmark to anyone but Luke he was sadly reestablished as heir thanks to the King and Aemond found himself in a bit of trouble with everyone at dinner after calling his nephews Strong.

All of them were sent to their chambers and he hightailed it back to her chamber, slipping in before his niece and her guard arrived, hiding behind the wardrobe in case anyone came in with her.

‘I am tired Jacaerys, all I want is a good, long sleep. Just leave me be for the night, I will not answer you if you come back! I need no protection from you!’ She snapped as the door opened.

‘If Aemond-‘

‘Aemond is not here! And now you are not here either, go to your own chambers and give me a night of peaceful sleep after all of this Bullshit!’ She slammed the door, locking it instantly and Aemond could feel his cock hardening in his breeches. Something about hearing her reject Jace was a turn on for him in a major way and he wanted to mark her neck up with as many bite marks as possible, he needed to show his nephew who his Princess truly belonged to.

‘That was impressive.’ Aemond spoke, seeing her nearly jump a foot in the air as she gasped. ‘Apologies, I didn’t mean to frighten you…I just wanted to see you. I knew your betrothed would not allow you even a moment in my presence.’ Her eyes were slit instantly as he said this.

‘Jace thinks he can control me but I will not let myself be that kind of wife! I am not an object to be owned, to be ordered around in front of his friends to make him look like a strong man or King! I do not want to be his wife or his Queen!’ She snapped and Aemond did his best to look at her softly, wanting her to see his empathy and her eyes widened as she realized what she had done. ‘I am so sorry Kepus! You did not deserve that, I am not angry at you. I am so-‘ (Uncle)

‘Breathe Byka Dārilaros…it is alright. I understand how angry he makes you feel, I hate him as well, remember?’ He teased and she chuckled before stepping forward and not hesitating to wrap her arms around his body, resting her head on his chest. (Little Princess)

‘I missed you so much Kepus…I wanted to write to you but my mother wouldn’t let me. She said it was a betrayal to Luke and that since you didn’t write to me, you clearly wouldn’t care but I-‘

‘I did write to you. I sent letters for months before I received one from my sister telling me to stop, that you did not want to hear from me but I knew that was a lie . There was not a single day that passed that I did not think about how much I missed you…’ Aemond looked down at her, his arms around her to hold her to him, hesitating only a moment as he looked into her soft eyes and pressed his lips to hers.

She surprised him a bit when she didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, her hands moving to hold his shirt tightly as he took her face into his and held her close. Y/n was his everything and he had been craving for this exact moment since he was 6 years old, wanting to kiss her since the moment they first flew together. She will be his and he will keep her close forever, determined to never let anyone touch what is his ever again-especially Jace.

‘You are so perfect…’ he mumbled against her lips before pulling away and resting his forehead on hers. ‘Do you want this? I don’t want to force you into anything you do not desire, my love…however I want you to be mine. I have craved you for so many years and I will cherish the ground you walk on if you will be mine.’ Aemond knew giving her the choice would make the difference in pushing her to do what she wanted even against her mothers wishes.

‘I love you Kepus, I always have…our mothers will never-‘

‘There is a way…My mother will insist upon it if I have already filled you with my son…’ he tried to speak softly, let her know that it is her choice to make. ‘I love you Byka Dārilaros, and I want you to be my wife more than anything. The thought of being forced to marry another turns my stomach however I will never force myself upon you. If you would marry Jace then I will love you from afar…but if you want me then I will make love to you right here and now. I will pleasure you all night long until you are so full of me there is no doubt you carry my son and then I will sleep inside of your pretty little cunt for our family to find come morning…let me love you in every way that he can’t.’ There were tears in her eyes as he finished speaking to her and he moved to wipe them away before she spoke again. Y/n reached up, taking the eyepatch covering his sapphire into her fingers before he caught her wrist awkwardly. No lady had ever seen his face and not been uncomfortable or disgusted by it which is why he always covered it whenever he wasn’t alone in his room or in the library.

‘I would look upon your face and see all that you are…while you fill me with our first child.’ He looked at her, startled for a moment before he released her hand and she pulled the eyepatch off.

‘First of many…I will fill you with as many children as you desire.’ Aemond promised before kissing her again, his hands moving to the back of her dress where he unlaced the corset and pulled it down her arms, lifting her out of the dress and moving to drop her onto the bed. She pulled off her small clothes as she watched him remove his shirt and breeches, leaving him bare and revealing his hard cock that was already leaking. ‘You are so beautiful, my love…tell me that you’re mine.’ Aemond insisted, his hand giving his member a firm stroke.

‘I’m yours Kepus, all yours forever.’ She promised as he crawled over her, kissing his jaw and down his neck sweetly. She was just so precious he couldn’t help the needy feeling in his chest demanding he take her.

‘All mine! Should any man look at you even a moment too long ever again, I will remove their eyes and feed them to the ravens.’ Aemond pushed her legs apart more so that he could settle between them, feeling her wetness on his cock for the first time and nearly cumming on the spot. He gave her a moment to relax herself upon pushing into her however she shocked him once again, moaning like a whore only a moment later prompting him to shove his hand over her mouth. ‘If someone hears you then your guard will come in here and we will be dragged apart. I would hear your lovely moans forevermore once I’ve filled your cunt but for now you must hush.’ She whined but bit her bottom lip hard to keep from making any loud noises. Aemond loved the knowledge that he could make her moan like that, in love with fucking her body already as he thrust up into her roughly. Her nails dug into his shoulders, scratching down his back painfully which sent a rush of pleasure through his belly upon him sucking hard on her throat, biting into her perfect skin quite hard and covering her mouth with a hand once again as she nearly screamed, her pussy tightening around his cock in a way he had never felt before which practically dragged his own end from his body. ‘Gods be good, I’ve never felt anything like that before…you felt good?’ It was an insecure moment of him needing that reassurance and while with anyone else he would have been instantly embarrassed, she nodded, quite dazed it seemed and he knew she didn’t judge him for a moment. ‘Your cunt is a form of blissful ecstasy I did not know was attainable. You are mine now Y/n…say it…’

‘Yours Aemond…all yours…you will be my husband as soon as next week and you will be able to have me anytime and any place you desire. I never thought it could feel like that…I love you Kepus.’ Her words touched him and in that moment Aemond knew that he would never need anyone else in this world again as long as he had Y/n and their future silver haired babies.

‘I love you too Mandianna, I always have. From this night on they will never be able to steal you from me again! You are all mine Y/n…and I will take pleasure in making sure everyone knows it.’ He made his point as he thrust his hard cock up into her once more prompting her sharp intake of breath, nails digging into his forearms before pulling him down to kiss her. (Niece)

Aemond spent the night filling his future wife with as much of his seed as his body held, biting her perfect pale skin everywhere he could reach and ensuring no one would ever be able to argue who she belonged to again. He finally had what he had always wanted, the only things left to do was put a tiara upon her head and meet their children.

The knock on the door was the thing that awakened the both of them the next morning quite early and far too soon considering how many hours Aemond had spent filling his bride…(6 hours). It was frantic and Aemond groaned, pulling Y/n closer into his chest as he was happy to ignore it before her mother shouted.

‘Y/n! You aren’t at breakfast and neither is Aemond! If he is in there with you…!’ She warned and Aemond found the half threat amusing.

‘Aemond! Are you in there?!’ His mother was the one shouting through the door now and he smiled, kissing his soon-to-be-wife’s lips before responding.

‘Good morning mother!’ He responded.

‘You Little Fuck! If you’ve hurt my daughter I swear to all of the Gods!’ Rhaenyra raged. ‘Daemon! Get This Door Open!’ She demanded.

‘He did not hurt me mother!’ Y/n stated just before the first loud hit to the door causing his girl to scream, turning to hide her face into his neck as he sat up. It took 2 more strikes before the door burst open and their mothers entered along with Daemon and Otto. Y/n was covered up to her waist while her upper body was pressed to his leaving only her back exposed.

‘Aemond! What have you done?’ Alicent asked sadly, clearly trying to think of a solution, knowing there was only one in this situation.

‘You all know that we have loved each other since we were children. Did you think that would go away just because you didn’t give her my letters sister?’ Rhaenyra’s eyes widened before she glared at him in a rage.

‘What is he talking about?’ His mother asked.

‘I didn’t want him speaking to her! She will not marry her Uncle like-‘

‘Like you did?’ Alicent deadpanned making the Princess look to her. ‘She will actually marry her Uncle, from this moment they are betrothed-‘

‘My daughter is already betrothed to-‘

‘Not anymore!’ Otto cut her off. ‘From this moment on the Princess Y/n Velaryon is to be wed to Prince Aemond Targaryen. The wedding will take place at the end of the week, we cannot have anyone knowing of these indiscretions when she begins to show as I am assuming she is likely pregnant?’ He asked Aemond who grinned.

‘Oh, most definitely. I’ve left no doubt that she carry’s my son. I was actually planning on filling her with another one before you so rudely broke the door down-‘

‘Do not push your luck Aemond!’ His Grandsire warned.

‘I should remove your head you insolent little shit.’ Daemon growled, Aemond seeing the rage in his eyes.

‘Then your grandchild would be without a father, Uncle. What purpose would that serve except ensuring your daughter hates you?’ Y/n moved her hand to pinch his side making him jump. ‘I’m sorry Byka Dārilaros.’

Aemond could see the surprise at his apology in his mother and Grandsire’s eyes. ‘Maybe this will be a good thing after all.’ Otto considered before turning to leave the room.

‘No more fooling around. Get dressed and get to breakfast. Now.’ With that his mother guided Rhaenyra and Daemon reluctantly out of the room.

‘Can your husband help you get dressed my love?’ Aemond questioned and she kissed his shoulder before biting his neck as he had done to her about 30 times the previous night, the evidence of which was very clear to see all over her chest and breasts. Aemond was proud though, because while she could hide those the 5 marks on her neck were not able to be hidden before breakfast where he was eager for Jace to see them.

They were both dressed 10 minutes later, their hair staying down until after they broke their fast for the day, Aemond leading her down the halls and enjoying the smile on his girls face as they entered the room with their family. He sat her down beside him and watched her fill her plate and eat, clearly hungry from their previous nights activities which filled him with pride at being able to satisfy his wife.

‘What is that?’ A voice demanded and everyone looked up to see Jace pointing at Y/n’s neck.

‘Jace, we will discuss this after we eat. You-‘

‘No!’ He cut his mother off, jumping up from his seat and moving to Y/n’s side in an instant, yanking her hair to the side and looking at her neck. Aemond heard her whimper in pain as he pulled her hair, holding her chin to expose her throat to him and he was instantly up from his chair with his hands on Jace.

‘That’s Enough!’ Rhaenyra shouted before Aemond punched his nephew who nearly flew backwards at the force his fist caused before he moved to grab him again, a voice calling his name through the jumble of people yelling which had his attention immediately.

‘Come eat with me Kepus, please?’ Y/n asked softly and he couldn’t deny her that as she held her hand out. Aemond moved to take it, lifting her onto his lap and sitting to eat, feeding her and feeling proud at providing her what she needs, thoroughly enjoying her feeding him as well.

It seemed that everyone was shocked at Aemond disengaging from the fight but his attention was on his soon to be wife as it should be. ‘We should go for a morning flight after breakfast…let me take you for a ride as I promised, late as the kept promise may be.’ Y/n looked up at him and he could see her surprise which he found adorable.

‘You…you want me to-to ride Vhagar?’ She questioned and he chuckled.

‘Not alone of course but yes, I had wanted to take you up with me the night I mounted her but that clearly didn’t happen. It will be fun, I promise.’ The smile on his girls face was worth everything to him. She was precious and he would keep his wife happy no matter what. If that meant that his nephews and older sister needed to be un-happy, then that was just icing on the cake for him.

He finally took her flying with him later that day, though it made her own dragon quite grumpy and forced her to take Ghost for his own flight before they could go back home. Aemond had finally kept his promise, and had ensured he got exactly what he wanted in the end.

Now all that is left for Aemond to do is figure out how to make Y/n his Queen and fulfill his dream of his wife riding him on the Iron Throne.

That one may take a bit more work, but he would ensure it, No Matter What.

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