#oc: maris baratheon

[gryffneedsabreak]

the lucerra & elaenor verse baratheonlings:

the children of lord borros baratheon and princess elaenor targaryen

cassandra baratheon, born 106 AC

the eldest of five, and the first of of borros and elaenor's children to make it past infancy. cassandra is a lover of animals and fashion. she mislikes the intrigues of court and many find her a little odd. this doesn't seem to bother cassandra.

aegon baratheon, born 112 AC

named after his cousin the prince, aegon is the heir to storm's end. he's a studious boy with a love for history. he takes after his mother in many things, including his fascination for dragons. his closest confidant is his twin sister alyssa.

alyssa baratheon, born 112 AC

alyssa is the twin sister of aegon. she is named after her maternal and paternal grandmothers. she has a mind for politics and little patience for fools. she likes horses and sword fighting, which her sisters deem most unladylike.

maris baratheon, born 114 AC

maris is independent and intelligent but a romantic at heart. she and alyssa are often at odds and competing against each other but at the end of the day maris loves her family a great deal.

ellyn baratheon, born 115 AC

the youngest of the bunch, and her mother's favourite (though elaenor denies having a favourite child). ellyn is coddled and spoiled by all her family. she, like her eldest sister, likes animals and nature. ellyn may seem kindhearted and naive, but she has an ambitious and ruthless side hiding beneath the surface.

big thanks @thecreategatsby for helping me brainstorm faceclaims❤️

[alyrie-targaryen]

Alyrie's Ladies-In-Waiting

Bethany Hightower (Played by Holliday Grainger), Daughter of Lord Ormund Hightower

Sansara Tarly (Played by Amelia Gething), Younger Sister of Lady Sam, Daughter of Lord Tarly

Maris Baratheon (Played by Sai Bennett), Third Daughter of Borros Baratheon, One of the Four Storms

Valaena Velaryon (Played by Stephanie Levi-John), Daughter of Aethan Velaryon, Niece of Corlys and Vaemond Velaryon

Tyshara Lannister (Played by Tessa Bonham Jones), Heiress of Casterly Rock, Eldest Child of Lord Jason Lannister

Cerelle Lannister (Played by Tamzin Merchant), Second Daughter of Lord Jason Lannister

Alysanne Blackwood (Played by Anna Popplewell), "Black Aly", Lady of House Blackwood, Sister of Lord Samwell Blackwood and Willem Blackwood

[playlistashton]

The Baratheon

‘‘Our masked faces, dead but still going through the motions, just as fingernails continue to grow in the coffin because they don’t know any better (Though this too is just a story)’’

-Joan Tierney

Index

Maris Baratheon

[theenchantresx]

Flames of the North

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/Elyria Stark (OC)

Summary: Sent to Storm's End as a messenger of her House, Elyria Stark did not expect to find herself in the midst of courtly intrigue. But when she catches the eye of Prince Aemond Targaryen, duty and desire clash in a dance of fire and ice.

Word Count: 3,900 words

Warning: smut, violence ... Nothing else (?) not proofread

The storm that battered the walls of Storm's End was a mere whisper compared to the tempest within Elyria Stark. The winds whipped her cloak around her as she strode through the castle's halls, her thoughts a tangled knot of duty, desire, and fear. She had never expected her simple mission to deliver a message from the North to Lord Borros Baratheon to spiral into this—a dangerous dance with a prince as wild and untamable as the dragons his House commanded.

From the moment she had arrived, she had sensed the undercurrents of tension in the air, but she had not anticipated the force of Aemond Targaryen. He was not like the stories she had heard, not just cold and calculating, but something fiercer, darker—a man driven by a fire that threatened to consume everything in its path.

She had witnessed that fire firsthand, seen it in the way he looked at her, a gaze that seemed to strip away her defenses and expose the raw, vulnerable heart beneath. Aemond was not a man to be crossed, and yet, she found herself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

It had been a mistake, she knew that now, to think she could remain unaffected by him. She had come to Storm’s End with a single purpose, to serve her House and return to Winterfell unscathed. But Aemond had a way of unraveling her carefully laid plans, of igniting something within her that she had long kept buried.

Now, as she stood in the great hall of Storm's End, facing the furious glares of the Baratheon sisters, she realized just how deeply she had been pulled into Aemond's orbit. The storm was no longer just outside; it was here, in this very room, crackling in the air like lightning about to strike.

"You've bewitched him, haven't you?" Maris Baratheon hissed, her voice dripping with venom. The eldest of Lord Borros's daughters, Maris had always been the most ambitious, the most determined to secure her place as the future queen consort. "Prince Aemond was meant to choose one of us, to unite our houses. But now, thanks to you, everything is ruined."

Elyria held her ground, though her heart raced with the tension in the room. "I have done nothing but fulfill my duty as a Stark. Whatever choices Prince Aemond makes are his own."

Cassandra Baratheon, ever the composed one, stepped forward with a steely gaze. "Do not play coy, Lady Stark. We all saw the way he looked at you, the way he followed you out of the hall last night. You have stolen his attention, and with it, our future."

"I did not ask for his attention," Elyria replied, her voice firm despite the unease gnawing at her. "I came here to deliver a message, nothing more."

But even as she spoke, she knew it was a half-truth. She had felt the heat of Aemond’s gaze, the way it burned into her, the way it had made her pulse quicken and her breath hitch. There was no denying the connection between them, no matter how dangerous it was.

Ellyn Baratheon, the most hot-tempered of the sisters, sneered. "Lies. You’ve bewitched him with your northern coldness, made him forget his duty to the Crown. But we will not let you destroy what is ours."

Before Elyria could respond, the door to the hall swung open with a force that made everyone flinch. Aemond Targaryen stood in the doorway, his presence like a thunderclap, silencing the room. His silver hair, tousled from the storm outside, framed a face carved from marble, cold and unyielding. But it was his eye—the one not hidden by the patch—that held the room captive, a blazing violet that promised retribution to anyone who dared cross him.

"What is this?" Aemond's voice was a low growl, each word laced with the threat of violence. "What are you saying to Lady Stark?"

Maris, ever bold, met his gaze, though her voice trembled slightly. "We are speaking of your duty, my prince. You were sent here to choose a bride, to secure the loyalty of House Baratheon, yet you have been distracted by this… northern girl."

Aemond's lip curled into a snarl, and he took a menacing step forward. "My duty? Do you dare to lecture me on my duty, Lady Maris? I know what I was sent here to do, and I do not need the counsel of girls who think they understand the weight of a crown."

Elyria could see the fear in the sisters' eyes now, the realization that they had pushed too far. But Aemond was far from finished.

"I came here out of obligation, not desire," Aemond continued, his voice rising with barely contained fury. "But let me make one thing clear: I am not a prize to be won by the highest bidder, nor a puppet to dance on strings. I choose my fate, not my brother, not my grandfather, and certainly not you."

Cassandra, always the peacemaker, tried to step in. "Prince Aemond, we meant no disrespect—"

"Enough!" Aemond snapped, his eye blazing. "You speak of disrespect, but you stand here, daring to question my choices, my will. Do you think I do not see through you? You, who would tear each other apart for a chance at power, dare to challenge me?"

The hall was deathly silent, the sisters too stunned and terrified to speak. Elyria, too, felt the raw power of Aemond's wrath, but there was something else beneath it—a dark, simmering intensity that called to the very core of her being.

Aemond’s gaze finally turned to her, the storm in his eye softening ever so slightly. "Lady Stark, you will come with me. Now."

There was no room for argument in his tone, but Elyria found herself rooted to the spot, caught between the fury of the Baratheon sisters and the inferno that was Aemond Targaryen. "I—"

"Now," Aemond repeated, his voice a dangerous whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.

She nodded, unable to defy him, and followed as he turned and strode out of the hall, the tension in the room suffocating. The sisters watched them go, their resentment palpable, but none dared to stop them.

As they moved through the corridors, the silence between them was heavy, filled with the things neither dared to say. When they reached a secluded part of the castle, Aemond suddenly stopped, turning on her with a ferocity that took her breath away.

"Do you know what you’ve done?" he hissed, his hands gripping her arms, pulling her close. "Do you have any idea what you've unleashed?"

Elyria’s heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to flinch. "I did nothing but exist in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Aemond’s grip tightened, his eye blazing with that same dangerous intensity. "You have no idea, do you? From the moment I saw you, I knew—I knew that you would be my undoing, and yet I couldn’t stay away. You’ve stirred something in me, something dark and wild, and I am not a man who enjoys being out of control."

His words sent a thrill through her, mingled with fear. "Then let me go," she whispered, though even she knew it was a lie. "Release me, and we can both return to our duties, to our lives."

But Aemond only laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "Release you? No, Elyria. I cannot. You are mine now, and I am yours, whether we like it or not. We are bound by this fire, this fury, and there is no escaping it."

Elyria’s breath caught as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a wave of heat through her. "You’ve awakened something in me, something that will not be tamed. Do you think I care for the Baratheons? For alliances? I care for one thing, and one thing only."

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze piercing, unrelenting. "You."

The word hung between them, heavy with the weight of all that it implied. Elyria’s heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. She should be afraid, should be running as far from Aemond Targaryen as she could, but all she could feel was the pull, the inexorable draw towards the flame that was him.

"You are playing with fire, Aemond," she whispered, though there was no strength in her words.

Aemond’s lips curled into a dangerous smile, his thumb brushing against her jaw. "I am fire, Elyria. And so are you. Together, we will burn the world if we must."

And with that, he claimed her lips in a kiss that was fierce, demanding, full of the raw, untamed power that had always simmered beneath the surface. It was not a kiss of gentle affection, but one of possession, of dominance, as if he was marking her as his own.

Elyria responded in kind, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. There was no room for hesitation, no room for doubt. In that moment, nothing else existed but the two of them, the fire that consumed them both, and the storm that raged within.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, their gazes locked in a silent understanding. There was no turning back now, no returning to the way things had been before. The path they had chosen was fraught with danger, with darkness, but it was theirs.

"We are bound," Aemond said softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "By blood, by fire, by fate. No one will come between us, not the Baratheons, not my family, not even the gods themselves."

Elyria nodded, her own voice barely above a whisper. "Then let the world burn, Aemond. If that is what it takes."

Aemond’s smile was fierce, triumphant, as he pulled her into another kiss, sealing their fate with the heat of their shared desire. And as the storm outside battered the walls of Storm’s End, inside, two forces of nature collided, forging a bond that would either lead to their destruction—or their ultimate victory.

[daenystheedreamer]

i have a feeling you want to tell us about your ocs, i for one i’m curious

OKAY YAY I WILL TALK AHOUT THEM funnily enough though i get asked to post about ocs more than i post about them like i should be posting more but i forget... this post will be about KINGS OF OMAEGORVERSE TIMELINE

important concepts:

visenya & tyanna used valyrian blood magic on prince viserys the son of aenys (canonically squired for maegor and killed by him in retribution for percieved murder of visenya by alyssa). he's not an omega thats just a joke i dont have concrete thoughts on the biology of it all. i think it would be fun if he had tyanna or visenya's womb... oo or alys harroway's

maegor introduced the concept of a "wife in the blood" and a "wife in the faith" so he could have his cake and eat it too in regards to betrothing his kid to both aerea targaryen and a hightower oc

this is my sick and twisted psychopath joker au oc timeline. prepare yourself ^_^

MAEGOR I

rules until 66ac when his nephewwife viserys and daughter daenys kill him

consort(s): ceryse hightower who retires to the hightower after the viserys thing cos she's like "yeah this is the line in the sand for me" and grooms her niece to marry maegor's heir, tyanna and alys like in canon and then prince viserys random son of aenys no one remembers except me

child(ren): jaehaerys, viserra and daenys

JAEHAERYS I

ruled 66-92 AC

named after canon jaehaerys who gets killed by maegor in this. viserys wanted to name him that and maegor though it was funny.

physically and emotionally abused by maegor cos he wasn't masculine enough in childhood. bad bad childhood. got the stoicism beat into him. has an oedipus complex towards viserys

consort(s): princess aerea targaryen (betrothed from birth, she dies the same way she does in canon but its during her bachelorette party), lady maris hightower (ceryse's niece, my fave)

child(ren): aegon, aerion, helaena, daenerys, viserys, maegelle

AEGON II

ruled 92-99 AC

his life and rule was marked by his rivalry towards his twin brother aerion and their shared obsession with their sister helaena. was his mummy's favourite and the rejection by his father def made him who he is. however after his brother aerion killed the high septon and got exiled, the roles switched and he became daddy's favourite and abandoned by mummy

consort(s): queen jocasta lannister (daughter of viserra, bit crazy, mad that she's the wife-in-the-faith when she's more closely related to aegon than daenaera is) queen daenaera velaryon (half baratheon half velaryon, more normal but gets depression later) both his wives hate each other and despise jaehaerys a bit for obviously being in love with his sister (weirdo..)

child(ren): by daenaera- monterys, lucerys, jacaerys by jocasta: rhaena laena jaehaerys helaena aegor by helaena: rhaegar (bastard)

VISERYS I

ruled 99-120 AC elected king by a great council since aegon's kids were too young. daenaera also absconded to dragonstone and locked her kids in with her + no one trusted jocasta and her kids

jaehaerys is super weird about viserys cos kid viserys looks like a clone of mummy viserys. tries to beat masculinity into viserys like maegor did to jaehaerys. viserys is a bit whimpering and limp wristed likes playing with his sisters and a bit scared of his older brothers. shoving the kid into the training yard and to the kingsguard to toughen him up did NOT help. he just got a bunch of dogs basically

consort(s): alyssa arryn (alyssa was affianced to aerion targaryen, but aerion killed the high septon and got exiled which was a bit of a downer one could say so she was then married to his younger brother viserys. alyssa is undiagnosed paranoid schizophrenic and becomes enamoured with a red priestess >:))

child(ren): visenya/aegon/rhaenys (failed blood magic babies) maegor/daenys/alysanne (successful blood magic babies)

PRINCESS DAENERYS (QUEEN REGENT)

not technically a queen, but ruled 120-128 AC

viserys dies but his heir daeron (jacaerys' son by aerion and helaena's bastard son daemon, dont worry about it) is still 6 years old so daenerys swoops in and takes the role of daeron's regent.

consort(s): corlys velaryon (oc but like barely its jsut corlys from canon)

child(ren): valaena velaryon, laenor velaryon (he's straight here), naerys velaryon

DAERON I

ruled 128-136 AC

son of prince jacaerys (the child of king aegon i and queen daenaera) and daemon of qohor the bastard son of helaena and aerion. dont worry about the genders its a whole thing

obsessed with joining dorne to westeros. thought dorne was soooo cool. nymeria kin. though KL politics were a distraction and loved glory etc. pov youre told youre a god king from birth etc. hes gay but normal about it

consort(s): princess maryam martell to peacefully join dorne to the seven kingdoms but they never married. their wedding ended up being a slaughter committed ostensibly by dornish rebels who didnt wanna be westerosi but actually by his uncle jaehaerys (son of aegon and jocasta)

JAEHAERYS II

ruled 136-144 AC

son of aegon ii and jocasta lannister. huge inferioty complex and soooo mad that he's not the heir. orchestrates the death of his nephew daeron. he's very affable and personable and counters daeron's "lets go to war and get glory" with "that costs money asshole". he's at court while daeron is playing with dorne and makes friends there.

consort(s): princess aerea (bastard daughter of helaena and aerion, she dies before he becomes king. his great love that he never really understood and basically killed) queen alysanne tully 'red alys' (his wife-in-the-faith who double married him with aerea) queen alysanne targaryen 'blue alys' (replacement wife when aerea died, daughter of viserys i and his wife alyssa arryn. she's a blood magic baby) queen alysanne hawthorne 'aly hawberry' (originally a mistress, married her in 144AC right before he died)

child(ren): FUCK okay by aerea- elaena by red alys- maegor, jaehaera, aegon, viserra, aemond, aerys by blue alys- viserys daenerys naerys vaella rhaelle by aly hawberry- aelinor aemma aethan waters

AEGON III

ruled 144-147 AC

his elder brothers maegor and viserys were killed in a jfk style assassination by their sister elaena and he became king immediately after they and their father all died so its bad for him. went crazy trying to solve their deaths. killed by the most devout (faith of the seven) to put his brother aerys on the throne

consort(s): queen lianna redwyne (she was swapping with her twin sister larissa though. aegon was being gaslit by literally everyone in his life lmfao)

child(ren): helaena, baela, saera (saera was larissa's, though aegon and everyone thought she was lianna's)

AERYS I

ruled 147-184 AC

radicalised/groomed by the faith as a child. obsessed with his sister rhaelle. obsessed with religion and finding meaning in life but also in using the faith to not have to feel guilty for being a huge POS

his reign was hijacked by his nephew hugor stone who became the youngest high septon and who led a sect who became the "faith protectorate".

consort(s): lady agnes blackwood (never consummated cos he was obsessed with his sister, she ran off to the iron islands) queen rhaelle, queen helaena hightower

child(ren): by rhaelle- aemond aegon daeron helaena by helaena hightower- alysanne maegelle

DAERON II

ruled 184-204 AC

raised in the religious hell that was aerys' reign. when his sister helaena was confined to the maidenvault (yeah i kept that, aerys makes it) he tried to break her out with aemond and got sent to a septry as punishment. rhaelle switched him with a cousin and sent him to dorne instead where he was raised by daeron i's sister daena who had wed the prince of dorne. married her granddaughter. eventually besieged king's landing and took the throne for himself. forced his father to abdicate and kept him locked up.

after he became king, he tried to keep things cordial with the faith protectorate without just wiping them out. well they staged a coup and killed his wife and nearly killed him but it failed he just got major brain damage and his wife died :( his son baelor ends up mercy killing him

consort(s): tyshara dayne 'the evening star'

child(ren): baelor, rhae, daenys. his sister helaena later has some bastard kids with a knight of the kingsguard and he pretends they're his bastards by a random maid

BAELOR I

ruled 204-?

im up to about here on my family tree. not 100% on where everything will go from here on out

he's called the bloody for having killed his grandfather aerys and for killing some faith millitants during that coup when he was 9

consort(s): princess rohanne martell 'the rosy dawn' (she's half-martell :)) also has some dalliances with a baelon plumm and a barbrey bolton

child(ren): aerea, aegon, aemon, aenar

AEGON IV

married his sister aerea, remarried to a teora hightower after she died

AERYS II

born princess naerys targaryen. MEGA crazy. omegafies the guy her dad arranged for her to marry. rules as king aerys >:)

thats my current list ^_^ it gets hazy after aerys im still building my masterpiece. this has been in the works since omg april last year (though i restarted in september last year) so the concept is now a year old, happy borthdayyy

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

🐉𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰🐉 (WORK IN PROCESS)

Including warnings, wether they were one-shots or bigger stories and other useful things like when I wrote them and how dark Aemond is in the stories. The list is a work in process so please be patient as I try my best to get it together:)) The princess of Dragonstone is fully published her and on archive.

My one shots are here as well.

The list is devided into older more dark and less polished content and warnings should be headed before clicking on anything of it.

BIGISH STORIES

🐲The princess of dragonstone🐲 Completed.

THE PRINCESS OF DRAGONSTONE IS COMPLETED AND HAS HER OWN BEAUTIFUL MASTERLIST HERE. DO MIND HER WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ. THANK YOU.

🐝FIRE AND BLOOD🐝An intense story about two rivial brothers, doomed to always wanting to outshine each other, a civil war, and a noble girl who loses everything caught between them. Aemond x oc, Aegon x oc. Smut, dark smut, sharing, non-con, dub-con, brat-taming, slavexmaster things dom/sub themes and sadism as well as major characters death (but not aemond nor aegon or mc)

Chapter one: Lessons and punishments

Chapter Two: Plans and plots

Chapter Three: First times

Chapter Four: Jealousy

Chapter five: Death and duty

CHAPTER SIX: Punishment

Chapter seven: Aftermath

Chapter eight: Drinking

Chapter Nine: Battubs and compensation

Chapter ten: Pain and pleasure

Chapter eleven: The death of duty

Chapter 12: The death of duty

Chapter 13: That still small voice

Chapter 14: Kinslayer

Chapter 15: Dragons and the bee

Chapter 16: Last fluttering of wings

Chapter 17: The new norma;

Chapter 18: Reunion

Chapter 19: Queen of the Hive

Chapter 20: Fire and blood

Chapter 21 :the dance of two dragons

Chapter 22: a unwilling queen

FUTURE CHAPTERS ARE PLANNED FOR THIS FIC!!

❄️Snow Falls❄️ (x Aemond only) deliciously dark!Aemond, some say the darkest out of them. Aemond Targaryen is looking for allies in the North, for his brother's cause. So, he goes to the second biggest house in the North: House WyldeWoods of WyldeCrest. He takes a interest in the daughter of Lord Wyldewoods, the coy and mysterious lady Willa. She was never mentioned in the books discussing her familiy, and he wonders as to why that is. After Lord WyldeWoods makes some rather anti-Valyrian comments, Aemond takes you prisoner and beheads your family, claiming you as his wife and spoils of war.

CHAPTER ONE: Winter is coming

CHAPTER TWO: FIRSTS

CHAPTER THREE: SNOW DRIFTS

CHAPTER 4: THE PRICE

CHAPTER 5: ESCAPE

CHAPTER 6: THE FOX AND THE DRAGON

CHAPTER 7: THE THING YOU LOVE MOST

CHAPTER 8: THE PRICE OF GOLD

CHAPTER 9: SLAUGHTER OF INNOCENCE

CHAPTER 10: THINGS WE DO IN THE DARK

CHAPTER 11: The North remembers

CHAPTER 12: NIGHTMARES AND DAYDREAMS

CHAPTER 13: THE BURDEN

CHAPTER 14: REBELLION

CHAPTER 15: Fire and Blood

CHAPTER 16: AWAIT OUR TURN

CHAPTER 17: IF THE CARRIAGE IS ROCKING-

CHAPTER 18: READING

CHAPTER 19: KINGS AND QUEENS

CHAPTER 20: LESSONS IN THE BEDROOM

CHAPTER 21: The prince and the fox

Chapter 22:The bathroom

Chapter 23: The library

Chapter 24: The dining room

Chapter 25: Running around in circles

Chapter 26: Attonment

PILLARS OF SALT AND PILLARS OF SAND

Story about Harwins and Rhaenyra's daughter who bends the knee to Aegon to save Luc life. (Aegon central fanfic) Darkish (but aegon is not dark)

Chapter one: Storm's end

Chapter two: Alternatives

Chapter Three: Prisoner

Chapter four: A demented idea

Chapter five: The wrath of a mother

Chapter six: A shadow of a conquerer

Chapter seven: Two princesses, one dreamer

Chapter eight: Of wives and kings

Chapter nine: Those last moments of what we call ''freedom''

Chapter ten: The realms villian

Chapter eleven: One soul, one heart, one flesh

Chapter 12: The house that carried the dragon

Chapter 13: Gods, guts, gifts.

ONE SHOTS

Due to space issues, the one-shots wont be on my archive. You can find them here on tumblr:)

🦌Storm's ends fury 🦌

A short story about Maris Baratheon and her kiss with Aemond Targaryen at Storm's End. (Very short, barely 400)

🦌Fury's Storm, alternative version🦌

A short story very samilair to plot above might be a rewrite i did i cant recall how this ended up on my profile. Bratty Aemond though.

🐧The things we do for love 🐧(Dark!Aemond and Aegon capture daemons lover. Smut and other things) part 2 and now recently part 3

🧀Untiteld genderbend cheese assasin x aemond fanfic🧀 x aemond mostly

🌓The first night x aegon mostly🌓 A story about a girl marrying her love and Aegon and aemond getting upset with her breaking the laws.

🔫the devil made us sin criminal au story about criminal aegon and aemond 🔫

🌖For the night is dark and full of terrors: 🌖Priesteress mc who loves Aegon and her mother wants his throne

🔫The devil made us sin other version 🔫

🔫The devil made us sin gore aemond or aegon snippet🔫

🦌Storm born baratheon x aemond one shot. part 1 and 2 🦌

The maid of the red keep oneshot

Pirate mc one shot

The final devil made us sin and the best one at that part 2 is here

Lion brat part one

Spy queen x prince regent aemond

Aemond x Daemon one shot

GOTXHOTD One shot

ashes burn

The girl in the silver dress

Daddy dearest

Sandstorm

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Updated on October 22 2023

[branwendaughterofllyr]

maris fic????? im soo curious about it👀

Evidently the people want to know about Maris. So to be clear, I currently have no plans to post any Maris fic, it was just one of the ideas I was playing with before I ended up writing a poison tree. I don't think I even have the draft anymore, and all I can remember about it is the line "Maris was not the prettiest of her sisters. Which was fine, for she certainly was the cleverest." I believe it was an Aemond/Maris fic, with a focus on the Four Storms.

I actually think the Four Storms get a bad rap in the fandom, considering three out of four of them ended miserably, and we don't know what happened to the other one.

And there's a very telling detail, I think, that most people miss when it comes to Elenda Caron and her daughters.

Lady Elenda Baratheon, the widow of Storm’s End, also took a new husband that year. With Lord Borros dead and Royce an infant, Dornish incursions into the stormlands had grown more numerous, and the outlaws of the kingswood were proving troublesome. The widow felt the need of a man’s strong hand to keep the peace. She chose Ser Steffon Connington, second son of the Lord of Griffin’s Roost. Though twenty years younger than Lady Elenda, Connington had proved his valor during Lord Borros’s campaign against the Vulture King, and was said to be as fierce as he was handsome.

And I honestly think this hints at something darker about the way that Lady Elenda unloaded all of her daughters off, either as septas or wives, since her new husband would have been closer in age to her unmarried daughters. Maris joins the Silent Sisters for unknown reasons, and while it probably is just a rumor her tongue was cut out, considering that her sisters also ended pretty miserably and she was partially blamed for Aemond losing his temper and killing Luke, I am side-eyeing it.

And I also think that Cassandra gets a bad rap, as well, despite her being in pretty uncomfortable straits after the Dance. Casssandra is likely around twenty (based off of Floris' age) and unmarried, no longer the heir to Storm's End because of her new brother, has lost her chances to be princess and then queen, and now a large chunk of the eligible men have died during the recent Civil War. And I don't think she was the one who killed Jaehaera, and I think that all of the above issues made her a great target for possibly being framed in the matter of the poisoning. Or if she was actually involved, she was likely an easy mark for manipulation (and considering that Tessario was an Unwin Peake appointment.....). And her punishment being to get married off to an old man with a bunch of children, while her mother declares it will stop her plotting..... Idk, maybe you should have been more on top of things, Elenda!

And then we finally have Floris getting married off to a man old enough to be her grandfather at age 14/15, who had SEVEN sons from two prior marriages but still gets her pregnant almost immediately, leading to her dying in childbirth at only 16. I don't care how sad Thaddeus Rowan was anout his teen bride dying with his twentieth kid, you can't make me like him!!!!!!

The Four Storms are really canon OCs to me, so I'm more than a little disappointed how slept on they are, and I think Maris and Cassandra are the real standouts here.

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An Eye for an Eye Ch.11

MASTERLIST / ao3 / wattpad

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC

"A dog that kills is no different whether it weeps after or not. Your guilt will not purify you."

Summary: Lady Cassandra Baratheon, the new sovereign of Storm's End prepares for her new duties while Daenys Velaryon returns to Dragonstone where her impulsive actions are disapproved of, but no amount of guilt can absolve her now.

Word Count: 4.3k

Cassandra Baratheon, now the lady of Storm's End, stood in the courtyard of her home, surveying the horizon. The knight in front of her whom she had spared the wrath of her friend's beast dropped to one knee before her with a graceful flourish, bowing his head in a gesture of reverence.

"Lady Cassandra," he began, his voice steady and unwavering, "I pledge my sword and my life to you. From this day forth, I swear to honour and protect you with all that I am."

A soft laugh escaped Cassandra's lips, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes as she regarded the knight before her. "Ser Reynard," she replied with a playful smile, "you always did have a flair for the dramatic."

"I...do my best, my lady."

"Of course you do. And I suppose I could do worse than having you as my sworn protector."

"You will not regret it."

"I know I won't. You know I don't make wagers when the odds aren't in my favour," she nodded, a smirk lifting the edges of her lips. "I knew I liked you for a reason."

Ser Reynard's expression softened at her words, a hint of pride shining in his eyes as he rose to his feet. "I am at your service, my lady," he said earnestly, "whatever you may need, I shall endeavour to provide."

"You better."

As they turned to make their way back into the castle, Cassandra's satisfaction was short-lived as she was met with her sister's fiery gaze and even sharper tongue. Maris Baratheon stood at the entrance, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression one of undisguised anger.

"Are you fucking insane?"

"I'm afraid you're going to have to be more specific, dear sister."

"You...you killed him. You killed Father!" Maris's voice dropped into a furious whisper, eyes darting around as her hand closed around her sister's bicep in a vicelike grip. 

Cassandra scoffed, sending a cursory glance toward the charred corpses that still littered their grounds, "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. I had nothing to do with that."

"Liar! You really expect me to believe-"

"I do actually. You are now in the presence of the head of our house. I do hope I do not have to remind you of your manners again, Maris. What happened was surely a great tragedy, but this is what happens."

"What happens when one murders their father!"

"No, what happens when one breaks an oath," Cassandra corrected with a magnanimous smile. "Father broke an oath, and he paid the price with his life. I do not intend to make the same mistake."

"Have you no sense of honour?" Maris snapped, her grip growing tighter. "No filial piety at all?"

The lady of House Baratheon wrenched her arm away from her sister, meeting her gaze with cool defiance, her chin held high as she squared her shoulders.

"Respect for our family's honour?" she echoed, her tone laced with sarcasm. "What filial piety do I owe a father who would never have handed over my inheritance?"

"So you allied yourself with a psychopath?" Maris laughed, a short derisive sound. "She fucking set him on fire! She set him on fire and you watched her do it. 

No, I practically begged her to do it. 

"Is that truly the kind of person you wish to ally yourself with? She could turn on you any day, and then it will be you on the receiving end of her destruction. She'll set her god-forsaken dragon on you one day!"

"Is that what you're afraid of, Maris...being the target of the princess's rage?" Cassandra's eyes flashed as she took a step forward, her voice taking on a sickeningly saccharine tone. "Afraid she'll find out what you said to her husband?"

Maris blanched and her sister's serpentine smile grew wider at the confirmation. 

"I hear what you said to him. I heard how you toyed with him, how your words sent him practically sprinting into the storm after the little prince. I heard it all, and you're right to be afraid. She would practically skin you for it."

Cassandra wasn't entirely sure how much of what she had just said was true. She had never known Daenys to be a particularly violent person, but her earlier display had silenced any doubts she may have had. She hadn't even known if Daenys would take her bait, but it seemed that her rage overshadowed any sensibility she may have possessed. 

"You wouldn't dare tell her," Maris snarled. "Even you have to have some sense of loyalty to your family. And besides, it would not endear you to her, which I know you so desperately want."

Cassandra hummed in agreement, "You're right. I will not tell her. The princess has other matters to concern herself with, and I would be a fool to make an enemy of her, especially after what I have seen her to be capable of."

"Mother will not be pleased to hear of this."

"Well, then aren't we lucky she is not here to show her displeasure? She is away in Nightsong and we have work to do, so do excuse me, dear sister."

"You're making a mistake. What happens when the other side comes knocking on our doors, asking about the promises Father made."

"And they say you're supposed to be the clever one," Cassandra rolled her eyes. "We will have protection of course. The princess murdered our lord in cold blood. Surely she owes us that much. We shall summon her should the need arise."

Maris scoffed incredulously, her hands curling into fists at her sides. 

"The princess is not some bloodhound you can whistle at and she'll come running."

"No? I have a feeling she just might."

Cassandra had gotten to know Daenys quite well over the years, and she was familiar with her tendency to allow guilt to weigh heavy on her mind. She was almost certain that the Targaryen girl would prove herself useful should Cassandra ever need her. She had always come running in the past when Cassandra would invite her as a friend, and now in her mind, she owed the Lady of Storm's End a debt. She would hasten twice as fast. 

With that, she turned on her heel and strode purposefully into the castle, leaving Maris fuming in the courtyard behind her. There was much to be done to clean up the macabre sight outside, as well as to look over her father's affairs and put them in order. There would be time later for Cassandra to examine the slight thrill that she felt at the pure venom in Daenys's voice at the mention of her one-eyed husband. Aemond Targaryen had lost his place in her heart, so perhaps there would be space for another.  

Rhaenyra stood at the head of the grand hall of Dragonstone, her regal stance not betraying the turmoil of her thoughts. The flickering torches cast dancing shadows upon the walls, and at her side stood Rhaena, whose presence brought both comfort and distraction. She insisted on Rhaena's attendance at every meeting, a decision born of a desire to involve her in matters of state, but today, it was also a means of filling the void left by her other absent children.

Lord Celtigar, one of her most trusted allies, spoke with urgency, his voice echoing off the stone walls. His words were of great import, no doubt, but Rhaenyra found it difficult to focus. Her mind wandered, pulled by the invisible strings of worry and uncertainty.

Daemon was away at Harrenhal, while Jace and Baela remained in Winterfell, esteemed guests of House Stark. It was a strategic move, one she had orchestrated with the hopes of strengthening alliances, but it left her feeling vulnerable, bereft of the familiar faces that had always stood by her side.

Her thoughts drifted, inexorably drawn to the daughter she had sent off that morning, to the place where her son had met his tragic end. Would she lose Daenys too, as she had lost Luke? The thought clawed at her heart, filling her with a deep, gnawing fear. Then came another, far more worrying, for her daughter's intentions had been difficult to predict, her emotions hidden behind a mask of forced stoicism. 

She was brought out of her reverie by the gentle touch on her shoulder. She looked up to meet her daughter's concerned eyes, raising an eyebrow in response. Rhaena tipped her head toward the entrance where a knight stood waiting for her attention.

"Yes?" she inquired.

The knight bowed respectfully before delivering his message, "The Princess Daenys has returned from Storm's End with urgent news, Your Grace."

Lord Celtigar, sensing the gravity of the moment, paused in his address, his gaze shifting towards the entrance with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. When Daenys finally stood before her, Rhaenyra could see the weight of her daughter's burden etched in the lines of her face, and yet she looked the same, making the Queen almost sigh in relief. 

She inclined her head in acknowledgment, silently urging Daenys to speak, and the girl did so, bowing her head respectfully before handing a sealed letter to her mother. 

"Your Majesty, Queen Rhaenyra of the Seven Kingdoms, Storm's End is now yours," she announced solemnly.

Oh. 

She wasn't quite sure how to react. Rhaenyra had become so accustomed to receiving bad news that when finally, she was met with something promising, she did not know how to accept it. She did not know what she was expecting but it was certainly not this. Her daughter stood before her whole, not a single new scar upon her where it was visible —because of course a mother charted the course of marks across her child's skin like constellations. It was only her hair that was in disarray, and fresh blood seeped from the bandage wrapped around her eye. 

With trembling hands, she broke the seal of the letter, her eyes scanning the words penned within with building confusion. The contents confirmed Daenys' proclamation, detailing the surrender of Storm's End and the unconditional pledge of fealty to the new queen of Westeros, although the most baffling part was the name signed at the bottom. 

Lady Cassandra Baratheon. 

Lord Celtigar and Rhaena scrutinized her for a reaction, and Rhaenyra felt almost suffocated. She wanted to send them away but instead, she had to stand here and endure their eyes. Her life had made her accustomed to people staring at her, watching her every move, but sometimes their gaze still pricked. 

"I'm not sure I understand," she began, "Why has Lord Borros not signed the letter?"

Daenys avoided her gaze guiltily and immediately her mother's blood ran cold. 

"May I suggest that you send your condolences to House Baratheon on the passing of Lord Borros, my Queen."

"What have you done?" Rhaenyra whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of her blood rushing through her ears. Horror crept into her words, chilling her to the core.

Daenys met her mother's gaze with unwavering resolve, her expression impassive and her single eye empty. "Only what was required," she replied calmly, her tone devoid of remorse.

Rhaenyra recoiled inwardly, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. The realization dawned upon her with a sickening clarity – her child had played a hand in the death of the Lord of Storm's End. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her – disbelief, anger, and a profound sense of betrayal. How could her own daughter commit such an act, knowing the consequences it would bring? She wanted to scream at her, to drag her into a standing position and shake her until she had pried lose the information from between her clenched teeth, but she found herself unable to confront Daenys, to demand answers that she feared she already knew.

The new Lady of Storm's End, content with the arrangement, sent her regards in a letter that seemed penned much too eagerly – a hollow gesture that carried the weight of bloodshed and treachery.

The Queen's mind raced with the implications of her daughter's actions. The lords would surely cause an uproar, their outrage fueled by fear. The fragile alliances she had painstakingly forged threatened to unravel, their foundation shaken by the spectre of bloodshed and the promise of violence. However, there was potential too. 

If a King isn't feared, he is powerless. If you are to be a strong queen, you must cultivate love and respect, yes, but your subjects must fear you. 

Daemon's words echoed in her head once more, reinforced by the weight of Daenys's actions, and Lord Celtigar's incredulous expression as he watched on. 

Well, they certainly would have some cause for fear now. They would fear what else she might be capable of. They would wonder who she would set her hunting hound upon next, for that was the only way she could describe the desperation with which Daenys looked up at her now, still on her knees. It was the expression of a dog so wretchedly yearning for its master's approval after presenting its latest kill. 

The image of her son flashed in her mind too, her brown-haired babe who would never again ask her to hold her hand. Very well then, Rhaenyra Targaryen was done being forgiving. She would remove her hand from the cage and allow her daughter to carry out her revenge in her name. 

A daughter and a dog. They were not so different. She felt guilty for placing such a burden on Daenys, but there was nothing else to be done. There was no one else who could bear it like her, and in time she would forgive her for it. Daughters and dogs were like that, so loyal, so forgiving. 

How did one deny a weapon that was so eager to be used, that practically begged you to set it upon your enemies? 

You didn't. 

With a heavy heart, Rhaenyra turned away from Daenys, unable to meet her gaze. "You are dismissed," she said curtly, her voice equal parts displeasure and regret.

It pained her to be this way, but she could not appear too eager at the news. She could not express enthusiasm or approval at her daughter's misdeeds, not while Lord Celtigar waited to relay the news of their victory to the rest of her council. 

As Daenys made her way to her chambers, a heavy sense of unease settled over her like a suffocating shroud. She couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt at her mother's coldness, though she knew deep down that it was to be expected. After all, she had orchestrated the downfall of a noble lord, a deed that would not go unpunished or unnoticed. But even so, the biting chill of her queen's demeanour cut deeper than she had anticipated, confirming her worst fears of who she was becoming. 

In her chambers, Daenys noticed that someone had already drawn her a bath, anticipating her return, although its water was now cold and forgotten. Despite the chill in the air, she refused to call for her handmaidens, choosing to instead undress herself with shaking hands. The tremours had returned and she knew she would have to raid Maester Gerardys's storage chambers once more if she was to quell them. 

The bandages that wrapped tightly around her arms felt constricting, like shackles binding her to the consequences of her actions. As she carelessly peeled them away, the fabric clung stubbornly to her wounded skin, sending tendrils of pain shooting through her body.

It was a welcome relief. 

As she scrubbed at her wounds raw, the tears she had been holding back welled in her eye, blurring her vision with a veil of sorrow, and with each sob that wracked her body, Daenys felt the weight of her guilt pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. What else was there to do with so much remorse, so much regret? How could she ever hope to atone for the sins she had committed, and those she had not?

She did not touch the bandage around her eye, even though she could feel its uncomfortable dampness pressed warm against her skin. Every twinge of discomfort served as a cruel echo of the torment her husband must have suffered, and it was a cruel twist of fate to be haunted by the memory of a man she despised, his mark etched into her very being. To wish to forget someone, only to have a permanent reminder of them carved into you, by your own hand at that. Her hatred for him was only slightly tempered by her pity. Perhaps, she mused darkly, she should have blinded herself long ago, before his scars had hardened into permanent reminders of his past. Perhaps then, she might have understood him better, seen the world through his tortured eyes.

Later, Daenys sat in solitude, the silence broken only by the sound of her own ragged breaths. Still in just her shift, she wrapped fresh gauze around her arms, the texture chafing against her wounded skin as she tightened the bindings roughly with a grim determination.

With each turn, memories of that fateful night flooded her mind – the night Aemond had tended to her wounds with a gentleness she had not known him capable of after all that he had done. It had been the last shred of kindness she had received from him, the final flicker of warmth in a marriage fraught with bitterness and betrayal.

Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't hear the soft knock on her door, nor did she notice the presence of her mother as she entered the room. It was only when Rhaenyra cleared her throat that Daenys turned around abruptly, her eyes widening in surprise.

She scrambled to her feet, the instinct to show deference to her queen kicking in, but Rhaenyra shook her head, a troubled expression clouding her features. 

"Oh, none of that in here, my darling."

Daenys faltered, unsure of what to say or how to react. Her mother's presence was both a comfort and a source of unease, a reminder of the terrible deeds she would go on to commit in her name. 

Rhaenyra approached her daughter with a measured step, her gaze searching her face for signs of distress, "I came to check on you."

"I'm fine, Mother."

"You don't have to bear this burden alone, Daenys," the Queen out to brush her daughter's wet hair away from her neck. Her gaze drifted across her arms and her lips twisted into a grimace. "I never did ask you how you got these. What did they do to you? What happened there?"

Daenys did not know what to say. How did one talk about such things, and to their own mother? Above all, she did not want to be the cause of more worry or pain, for the one woman who had suffered the most. She gently shrugged off her mother's hands and hurriedly dressed herself to cover her arms and all the painful reminders they bore.

"It is nothing, Mother. It is the least of my problems, to be truthful. They are already beginning to heal."

"Then perhaps we should talk about Storm's End. What happened there?" 

"There is nothing to talk about Mother. We have the alliance we need. And House Baratheon is no longer headed by a disrespectful man. I see no problem," Daenys's voice came out slow and measured.

"You blame Lord Borros for Luke's death? Is that why you are so angry? Why you feel like you had to do this?"

Daenys tried not to acknowledge the bitter feeling at the mention of Luke. Every time someone mentioned him, she felt a hot stab of self-loathing. It opened up a well of resentment inside her so deep that she thought it would consume her.

"I blame many people for it Mother. And all of them will suffer for it!"

"Do you blame me then? Speak the truth. Do you blame me for sending him, for if anyone is at fault, it should be me for making that sweet boy go when I could see so clearly that he desperately didn't want to!"

"I don't blame you. How could I ever blame you? I just..." Daenys was at a loss for words once more.

Rhaenyra's sigh echoed in the quiet chamber, and with a resigned expression, she settled down beside Daenys, drawing her daughter gently into her lap. With careful hands, she began to undo the bandages around her injured eye, revealing the raw, tender skin beneath.

As she pressed the poultice against the wound, Daenys shifted uncomfortably, a protest forming on her lips. "Mother, you'll get your dress wet," she murmured, attempting to rise from her lap.

But the queen only scoffed, her expression one of unwavering determination. "I don't care about the dress," she replied firmly, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. "All that matters is that you're taken care of. I do not know how much longer I will be granted the privilege of caring for my children, but I will ensure that I make the most of our time."

It was cruel to be constantly waiting for the shadow of death. 

After several moments of silence, in a voice tinged with sullen defiance, Daenys spoke, "I will not apologize."

"I do not expect you to."

"It was necessary. You know that it was necessary. We cannot allow these foolish men to keep spurning you simply because they do not think you are worthy enough. They think Aegon will make a better king just because of that thing between his legs. And well yes, I will admit I had a personal grudge to settle against Lord Borros. My brother died on his lands. He could have saved him, protected him, but instead, he let that monster go after a little boy!" 

She felt her mother flinch under her, and she felt guilty again. The whole ordeal brought out something ugly and vicious within her, something that did not care who got hurt as long as someone did. The tendency of the wounded to inflict wounds upon others. She waited for her queen to bring up Luke's true killer. For her to voice the thoughts that plagued Daenys every single day. For her to finally say that all this anger was simply displaced and that her brother's true murderer was someone who used to live in her heart. But perhaps Rhaenyra had seen the fragile thread of composure near its breaking point and she remained blessedly silent. Thank the gods for small mercies. Daenys didn't think she could talk about him.

Rhaenyra watched her daughter cautiously. Others might have thought that her daughter's reckless viciousness was akin to Daemon's but surely that is who the lords would liken her to once they heard of her misdeeds. However, there was another to whom she bore an even closer resemblance. The queen was familiar with what the people whispered about —once upon a time she had shared those thoughts herself. 

Foolish Harwin's foolish daughter. So much like him in every way except for her appearance. She had named Daenys her heir, and the silly child had begged so desperately to give up what had been her divine right. Content to watch from the shadows in the name of love and loyalty, satisfied with pecking crumbs when she could devour. Still, everyone forgot that Harwin Breakbones Strong once beat a man to a bloody pulp for insulting her honour, the honour of the woman he loved, and he would have ended Ser Criston for it too. When it really came down to it, love was violence, devotion was violence, and he knew it well. 

Harwin Strong had more in common with his daughter than most imagined.

Rhaenyra sent him a silent prayer to spare Daenys. 

You have our son. Do not take our daughter from me too. 

"Ah, there she is. The girl I have always known. You were most like your father. So fiercely loyal and stubborn to a fault. And so protective of those you love. As Queen, I should be most thankful for your loyalty but as your mother, it gladdens me more that he passed on his love for family to you. If anything were to happen to me, I know you would protect this family with everything."

It was difficult for Daenys to muster within her some sort of positive emotion but she tried. It was some reassurance that her mother saw fragments of Ser Laenor within her; that she wasn't a complete and utter disappointment to his memory. 

What she did not know was that Laenor was not who Rhaenyra spoke of at all. There was only one person Rhaenyra could refer to with that kind of grief in her eyes. The kind of grief that spoke of not enough time and a love that went unexpressed. 

"Nothing will happen to you Mother. I swear it. I swear by all the gods that I will not let anything happen to you. I will not fail to protect another person that I love."

Rhaenyra swatted at her arm gently, "Enough with your oaths. You have given too many in too few days. I wish you would give me truths instead. I cannot stand not knowing."

"One day you will have all my truths. I promise."

"I suppose that day will not be today, will it?"

No. 

Some truths were meant to be carried to the grave. 

A/N: likes/reblogs/comments are highly appreciated, would love to hear your thoughts <3

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Aemond Targaryen x Fem!OC

genre—smut, dark romance song inspo—bad omens - death of peace of mind, billie eilish - my boy, halsey - young god, isabel larosa - i'm yours, florence & the machine - seven devils, 070 shake & christine and the queens - you can't kill me summary— Aemond indulges in his twisted desires with a woman who knows his every need. They meet in secret, their passion driven by his anger and her willingness to submit to his painful advances. Aemond craves her, yet despises the intimacy that follows. He questions why she always returned to him, knowing that she did not love or care for him. The cycle of desire and anger persists, leaving him yearning for more, caught in a tormented state until their next encounter.

Alicent could not bring herself to speak to Adiel again without someone else present. Their previous conversation left her shaken, worried about the girl’s motives. Adiel was bound to be underestimated by many if she had not already fooled them into trusting her innocence. Never before had she spoken in such a manner in front of the Queen, let alone at all, for she usually stayed silent by Drystan’s side when she accompanied him to small council meetings. Alicent did her best to shake off the feeling as the council gathered once more.

Aegon stared them all down as they took their place around the table, setting their respective stones before them to indicate their willing participation for the day’s discussion. Aemond sat across from his brother on the other end, silent and curt as he usually did. Alicent couldn’t keep herself from glancing especially as Drystan and Adiel arrived, the last of their guests for today’s meeting.

They all took turns speaking. Aegon responded apathetically, nodding every now and then, contributing enthusiastically only when it was a topic he felt particularly passionate about or didn’t agree on. Aemond remained without a word.

Though now, it was obvious. Alicent saw his eye follow Adiel as if he couldn’t bare to look away. And while Adiel stood diligently off to the side, Aemond’s stare would not divert.

Alicent tried to call his attention, but even saying his name aloud would not steer him away.

Drystan, though active in the discussion, noticed the Queen’s anxious grimace. He followed her eyes, seeing they lay upon her son. And when he followed once more, he found himself turning to Adiel who kept her attention to the floor.

Aemond took his goblet, still filled to the brim with wine, and stood.

Aegon grinned, motioning for his brother to speak.

“I have decided to take a wife,” Aemond began, keeping his gaze forward.

The members of the small council muttered to themselves before they joined with joyful jeers, congratulating the young Prince for having chosen to further his influence.

“Lord Borros has accepted the King’s terms then?” One asked.

Aegon nodded, “He has indeed. Lord Borros has diligently declared his loyalty to the Iron Throne, and we shall expect his armies to follow should there be a need.”

“Is Prince Aemond set to wed Maris Baratheon? Or perhaps Floris? Regardless of his decision, this will be a most fruitful union.”

Drystan watched closely as Aemond’s gaze fell on Adiel at the prodding of his choice.

“Lord Tyrell,” Aegon turned, “I owe you a congratulations. The Tyrells have remained neutral in this conflict thus far, but once my brother is married, we shall see to it that the bonds between our houses are strong.”

“Your Grace?” Drystan couldn’t bring himself to ask for clarification.

Alicent stood, realizing her mistake at not telling Aemond that she had not yet spoken to Drystan about the arrangement. Before she could explain further, Drystan looked at her. His expression then grew dark, finally understanding what was being laid out before him.

“Am I to understand that Prince Aemond has chosen my daughter as his betrothed?” His voice shook.

Adiel’s head flicked forward, though her stare remained cold.

“Lord Tyrell—”

“My Queen,” Drystan cut Alicent off, “I must insist this is most irregular. This is the first I have heard of—”

“Do you object to the Prince’s decision, Lord Tyrell,” Aegon cocked his head to the side.

With every prying question, Drystan grew more and more frustrated, and Aemond’s lack of contribution to the matter at hand only furthered his ire. Aemond put down his cup, folded his hands behind his back, and simply waited for the utterances to cease.

Drystan would not have peace if the Prince would not explain himself. Slamming his fist down on the table, he stood, pointed a finger at Aemond, and lowered his voice to a menacing tone, “You do not ask for her hand. You do not approach me when this decision was made. You left King’s Landing for Storm’s End with the understanding that you should return betrothed to a Baratheon, and here you are! Declaring that you are to take my only child for a wife. You—a kinslayer—will shift your gaze, sir! I will not allow this—”

“—Lord Tyrell, you will hold your tongue!” Aegon wailed, and it silenced the room.

Drystan faced Alicent, pleading with his eyes, “My Queen, please, if there is an explanation for this decision, I must insist that you deliver it.”

Alicent looked around the room. She waved her hand, “Out—everyone. I must speak with Prince Aemond alone.”

All, save for Aegon, quietly shuffled away. Drystan took Adiel’s hand and led her out.

Alicent placed her hand on Aemond’s cheek, resisting the urge to strike him and his ill-timing. She drew a sharp breath, “I know you were not able to provide a reason for your decision before, but given what has just transpired, I must know.”

Aegon ran his fingers across his chin before leaving for the opposite side of the room.

Aemond stared down at his mother, taking her hand in his, and spoke, “I cannot provide the answer you desire.”

“Aemond, if you do not give me a reason, then I am inclined to respect Lord Tyrell’s wishes. With what happened at Storm’s End, we cannot afford anymore sudden movements for selfish reasons.”

His eye would not shift, though he was deep in thought. He knew there would be questions, but not to this extent. Had he ever wished for something in the past, there was no argument, only silent grief. He searched for his words carefully, “I fear that her absence may drive me to madness.”

Alicent backed away, shocked at his sudden gentle speech.

“I do not ask much of you, mother,” he beseeched, “My brother is king, a seat which you and I both know I am more deserving, and now I ask you to spare me from insanity. Give me Adiel, and it will silence me of this matter.”

Alicent searched her son’s face for anything she might have missed within the shallow reason, and what she saw was her son, longing in anguish. This may have been the first time she ever really saw this kind of grief within him. Then again, Aemond was always a child in silent distress. This was not a child’s sadness, it was that of a man who wanted something so badly, and did not know how to express it outside of his body.

Alicent opened the door and summoned Adiel. Drystan tried to step forward, but she held her hand up, halting him as she shut the door.

Adiel stood before Aemond and Alicent with her head hung low.

Alicent propped up the young girl’s face with her fingers, studying the vacant expression, “You are still in search of a husband, yes?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“And…” Alicent took a deep breath, “Do you understand what is being asked of you?”

“I don’t believe my feelings on this matter will effect the outcome, Your Grace.”

Alicent nodded curtly. The girl’s defenses were surely up again, and there was to be no honest response that would be received well, “Will you accept Prince Aemond’s hand?”

Adiel only looked forward, “Does the Queen demand my acceptance or does the Prince?”

"The Prince asks for it," Aegon stepped out of the shadows. The smirk on his face slowly dimmed to seriousness. He parted his mother and brother, looking upon the girl directly, "Your King demands it.”

[alicent-apologist]

Hello, call me Mari! This is my House of the Dragon and a Song of Ice and Fire tumblr.

This is a very pro-Green, pro-Alicent, pro-basically anyone on team green, pro-Sansa Stark, pro-Catelyn Stark, anti-Targaryen tumblr

I like to write!

I have a House of the Dragon AU series called 'The Targaryen Doe'. It's an Aemond/OC story, where Aemond marries the eldest daughter of Borros and Elenda Baratheon called Camyla Baratheon, the year before Vaemond goes to petition Alicent for the Driftmark throne. The second fic in the series is called 'Something's Coming (so out of breath) and it will encompass the entire Dance.

I have another House of the Dragon AU called 'You Only Get What You Grieve'. It started as a little 'what-if?' ficlet exploring what would have happened if Borros Baratheon had when Aemond and Camyla were aged 10 and they had to marry so Camyla is there when the events of 'Driftmark' occur. It's now grown into a full-blown fic.

An as of yet untitled future story exploring what would happen if Viserys had married a Montoon daughter and Alicent had married Harwin Strong.

[west1rosi]

STARTER CALL: DANCE OF THE DRAGONS ERA.

like   this   post   for   a   starter   from   one   of   the   muses   of   the dance of the dragons / house of the dragon era.   if   you   are   a   multimuse,   please   specify   your   muses.   make   sure   to   also   choose   one   of   mine   or   at   least,   choose   a   few   for   me   to   pick   from.   only   liking   and   not   specifying   will   be   ignored.

muse list of the dance of the dragons era:

prince daemon targaryen. faceclaim : matt smith.

king viserys i targaryen. faceclaim : paddy considine.

princess rhaena targaryen. faceclaim : vanessa morgan.

queen heleana targaryen. faceclaim : ida marie nielsen.

lady tyshara lannister. faceclaim : freya mavor.

lord cregan stark. faceclaim : leo suter.

lady lynara stark. faceclaim: caitriona balfe.

lady cassandra baratheon. faceclaim : alessandra mastronadi.

lady allya greyjoy (oc). faceclaim: alexandra dowling.

lord kermit tully. faceclaim: max parker.

lyra strong (oc). faceclaim: rebecca ferguson.

lady mya costayne (oc). faceclaim: michelle jenner.

lady oryena hightower (oc), sister of alicent. faceclaim: jenna coleman.

bartimons celtigar. faceclaim : daniel wu.

clemont celtigar. faceclaim : lewis tran.

merynda celtigar. faceclaim : zhu zhu.

*gendry baratheon. faceclaim: joey dempsey. has a hotd verse.

[damn-daemon]

Links to their posts below the cut. Happy voting!

Leona Risley

Maris Baratheon 2 3

Daeva Seaworth 2 3

Nell 2 3

Della Lannister

Gwyndolyn Smallwood

Daenys Targaryen

[noeverse]

noe | xxii | 🏳️‍🌈 | writer and stuff | chronic oc maker | multifandom | spaniard

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... @rosesnink - visual novels & interactive fiction

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post dead poets society;

- kara salguero | pinterest | story |

bridgerton;

- lady marie beauchamp & esme holstershire | pinterest | story |

peaky blinders;

- lisbeth foy | pinterest | story |

grishaverse;

- nadja & mikhail rustova | pinterest | story |

a song of ice and fire;

- bronwyn & sabitha tully | pinterest | story

- lucena waters & elissa baratheon | pinterest | story

- aurynn & rodrik mormont | pinterest | story |

- evelyne & rosyn westerling | pinterest | story |

- farryn celtigar | pinterest | story |

percy jackson and the olympians;

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- mina & sienna fitzpatrick | pinterest | story |

[darkestspring]

Who are Baelon's children again? And which lucky women were they with? Sorry for asking, get slightly confused with all the OC's!

okay so baelon have five children with maris baratheon: rhea and viselon (twins), argella, marleina, and vevienne.

and baelon have three children (four actually because they have a baby right before blood and cheese and helaena's death who is still unnamed): aella, rhaenar, ilysaendra, and the unnamed baby

[daenystheedreamer]

i hope you don’t mind, but talking of deviantart targaryen ocs, i though you might appreciate my freaky boy, baelor… he’s the son of aemond and maris baratheon, has erb’s palsy from a traumatic birth. a weird, sickly kid who’s daddy’s favourite unhinged bastard in-the-making. his dragon is a wingless lindworm-esque thingy called dusk. grows to be the size of a lion and is crazy possessive.

YES SICKLY BOY PRINCE YESSSS i need more sickly boy princes....

[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Here is part 5 of my Interview With a Writer series. I have interviewed @aspen-carter​ before and she was kind enough to let me bother her again. 

You can go to this post to review the other amazing authors I have spoken with ♥ Just a BTS of some of the talented minds on Tumblr and ao3.  

Name: Ezran

Story: Deep Rivers Run Quiet

Paring: Aemond x original female character (Baratheon OC)

Rating/Warning: Explicit, sexual themes.

Where did the plot for Deep Rivers Run Quiet come from? I kept reading all those stories about Aemond being self-assured and confident in bed, and while it makes sense, I wanted to write something different. The scene where he and Cole search for Aegon stayed with me; I kept imagining a 13 year-old boy in a brothel, surrounded by adult women and it made me feel uncomfortable. The way he talked about it to Cole and the way he subtly avoided direct eye contact with the Madame - it told me that he had found the entire ordeal distasteful. 

Later on I came across a one-shot on tumblr where Aemond gets insecure about his eye, and it all clicked in my head. I thought, what if he was insecure about intimacy and sex as a whole? How could this experience in the brothel have shaped his sexuality? 

 In both fanfiction and in real life, reaching climax is often portrayed as the endgame, and for men it often means showing off their virility and I wanted to explore what was left of a man's sexuality if you took that off the equation.

Explain your interpretation of Aemond in DRRQ. What drives him? Can you expand on why he is the way he is? In this particular setting, what drives Aemond is what I perceive to also drive him in canon: his sense of duty. He prides himself on being loyal and devoted, on doing his duty as thoroughly as he can. He trains, he educates himself, he rides the largest dragon in the world - he's the perfect Targaryen, by his standards and the ones set by his ancestors.

The last thing that is missing in an heir to what he's built. He needs a child as some sort of last piece to his great construction.

And at the same time, he's a wounded man, both physically and mentally. He was wronged many times as a child, bullied by his own brother and nephews, humiliated even. Then his eye was taken out and his own father, the King, did nothing to avenge him. And lastly his bad experience at the brothel ; it all surely has a negative effect on a man's self-worth, especially when all of it happened in his formative years, before puberty and at the start of it. It all happened at pivotal ages. And so when he became a man, with it came a desire to prove himself as a man. And the best way he can prove to himself and to others than he is strong, and manly is with the most primal thing there is: getting his wife pregnant. It's the ultimate show of strength and virility.

And lastly, he wants to prove to himself that he can move on, that he can conquer his own fears and traumas. Despite what Aegon put him through by taking him to the brothel, he can still come out victorious. 

You picked one of the Form Storms, one of Lord Borros' daughters. What inspired your portrayal of Ellyn Baratheon? When it comes to OCs, I love to use what's already there and build on canon facts. I started writing before choosing one of the daughters in particular. I read all I could find on the four sisters and eventually chose Ellyn even though not much is known about her, which I realized was exactly what I needed. 

Since Maris is the one who taunted Aemond into going after Lucerys in the books, I thought she didn't fit my purpose in this story (which was for Aemond to build a safe relationship with his wife, and I couldn't see him opening up to Maris the way he does with my OC). 

I tried to portray Ellyn in a realistic way. I asked myself, how would a young woman of her education react in that situation? It naturally brought me to her feeling somehow responsible and in turn insecure as well. Also that's what motivated me to write this story in the first place: I wanted to two of them to learn together, and I molded her in a way that achieved that purpose.

Why do you think Ellyn compliments Aemond so well? I think Aemond needs a balance between a kind woman that makes him feel taken care of, and a strong woman that knows how to take the initiative. Ellyn complements him because she's patient and gentle, but also assertive enough that he can trust her and follow her lead ; and subtle enough in her assertiveness that he can lose himself in her without feeling exposed.

Also, she has a similar temperament to his. She's quiet and has no interest in small talk, and she's intelligent. She knows when to push back and when to give him space. I believe they understand each other and that they ultimately want the same thing: to fulfil their duty and make this marriage work. They're both committed people - and I could see them eventually falling in love.

Do you think you would add onto this? A sequel perhaps? Honestly, no. I love Ellyn and I love what I've been able to do with her, and I wouldn't want to add to it. I think it's just right the way it is, and if I want to explore more facets of Aemond, I'd rather do it with another OC in a separate story.