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The Snap Of Thread.

—£ Yan!Aemond Targaryen x Maid!Reader. (Slight Yan!Alicent & others)

—£ Ask!“Hi. Can i ask for yandere aemond with lowborn/maid reader? They have a friendship and one day she tells him that she is pregnant, even trough they never even share a kiss he starts to believe in his mind that the baby is his.”

—£ Warning: Spiders, Yandere behavior, Violence, Killing, Stalking, Being held captive of some sort, Pregnancy, Reader having a baby out of wedlock, Pregnant!Reader, Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

—£Taglist: @watercolorskyy

You had been working in the castle since you were just a child. You and your mother had come to Kingslanding for work and you found it right away. Thankfully the work load was easier on you since you got placed under the Young Princess. You washed her clothes, made sure to prepare her bed and room to the way she likes, even running around the castle with a few extra tasks for others.

Helaena was a delight to work under since she was not cruel or demanding. She just wanted to be alone and lifted to her wonders and insects. Of course, you never really spoke with her since the maids above you had made sure to be near her at every moment. The only time you saw her was when you took trays full of food to her or cleaned them up but most time she was out when you worked.

Much like any other night you had gone to her room to clean, other maids helping around and you had gotten done pretty fast. The sweet princess not being messy at all. When things got done the others left but you stayed to finish up. That’s when you saw a spider with long legs cling to the wall. Your first instinct was to kill it but you remember the princess. This spider was from your hometown and not harmless at all, not even a bite.

So you catch it in your hands and when you did the panic set within you. Where would you put it? You couldn’t throw it out the window, couldn’t kill it, and it was over extreme to walk to the ends of the castle to release it, so you move around the room in panic looking for a place.

The princess came back and wondered what you were doing, seeing you in such a state confused her. When you told her she grew a smile and reached out her hand to take the creature and you gladly gave it over.

“Many people are scared of spiders, they fear what is small to the eye. But you did not kill like others,” she looked at you. “I like that.” You had told her you knew from your hometown of the spider and couldn’t kill it, she was overjoyed. That’s when you two started to hang out more and she called for you. You listened to her when she would talk about all the creatures she had, she liked you.

It was natural for you to met aemond when you hung around his sister so much and he usually was too shy to say anything. So you both only shared a few glances and only talk to heleana. And seeing you so nice and sweet to his dear sister, it mesmerize him to no end. He was taken aback by your kind natured and looked at her like a normal person or as normal as she could be for a princess. And you never look at him like someone weak among his kin but only as a boy.

Aemond started to follow you around when he would see you around the castle and watch you closely. He noticed the wrinkles in your fingertips when you washed clothes for long periods of time. He noticed how you worked like it was a passion and left nothing undone. How you helped the elders when they needed it. And how tired you worked yourself and had to take a breath but look around for anyone before doing so.

It was only a few times you both actually spoke. When he asked for something when helaena wanted cakes or anything, he always joined in even if he didn’t want anything. He wanted your gaze, your focus and pretty eyes on him.

Soon that sweet and shy boy was replaced with a ruthless man who was not shy. He was cold and sat back quietly knowing he could take anyone in the room or fed them to his dragon. He was a warrior now. The boy you had known died and was now a man..

A man who was obsessed with you.

He called for you now, making you clean his rooms or fetch him someone to eat. He’d just sit in his room as you replaced the “Scratchy” bedsheets and claimed only you knew the right ones. But he kept his eye on you the whole time as you would bend over or a stretch yourself over his bed.

At dinners you stood close to Helaena because you had moved up in ranks now you were a young woman and stayed close to her. So he got to see more of you.

Aemond was always hiding in the shadows while you worked. He was much more sinister with his watching now and did it every second of free time. And would get angry when you weren’t where you usually were.

When you looked at him he saw it as you taking him in and being deeply in love with him. You’re just shy, nervous the prince wouldn’t like you make. Oh, boy is he just so delusional about you. Once you laughed at his joke that he made to helaena and he was just stunned. In his mind you were giving him hints. Everything you do is to get his attention.

Through all these years you both spent much more time together so much that you watch him when he trains, he walks with you when you have a pile of clothes in your hands. You considered him a friend.

So when the words. “I’m pregnant, I have not bled in mouths.” He was frozen.

Aemond first reaction was to hunt down the man who had done it to you. Then something snapped within him as his mind was lost, all reality was rewritten. He had done it. That was his child.

He bowed down to the floor and hugged your waist and leaned his ear to the stomach, “Our child.” He whispered and your eyes went wide. His words and actions made no sense and you were slightly afraid to move from his hold.

From there he dressed you in the finest clothes and demanded you were to be kept in his room at all times, or Helaenas. The only time you could go out was with him by your side. And everyone had to agree, he had already killed five people who spoke wrong of you.

Alicent didn’t like the idea but her son made her with his actions saying he loved you so much. Of course she liked how sweet you were to her daughter so she was more than welcome.

Aemond would fall asleep holding your belly, he’d whisper to the child in your womb. He truly believed he was the father. Going as far as to say he took you months ago in a passionate night in the moonlight. And it freaked you out how he knew about all the skin details without seeing you without your clothes.

You become a bird in a golden cage. The life you always wished you had was now given to you but with no escape or freedom.

The child was born and aemond forced his way into the room when he threaten to cut off the maesters fingers. Aemond could never forget when he saw his son for the first time, bloody…

And with white hair.

His held his son and cradled it with a loving smile. Saying the name you had picked out, saying he was going to be such a brave warrior.

But the other prince only smiled at the news when he heard of the white haired son “born” to his brother.

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

"So many vows. They make you swear and swear... Defend the king, obey the king, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak." | Daemon Targaryen and Criston Cole for the @hotd-bigbang May prompt.

[chicagosavant]

Sooo, no one sees the spitting image similarity of profile here???

[just-some-user-hunny]

Yandere team green and bastard! reader

(Aemond edition)

~ At your arrival, Aemond would have been particularly indifferent to it at worst, and bluntly curious at best. He would be a little taken back that you were even brought to live in the castle, let alone given an official princes title, but over time of getting to know you in your shadow, his opinion would grow fonder.

~ He'd watch you interact with Helaena with interest, and how you grow to defend yourself from Aegon as you grow. He hated watching Aegon torment you, because it reminded him too much of himself and his own situation. In a way, he can find himself seeing a small part of himself in you. The dragon-less targaryon prince, and the half-blooded bastard princess. Both not really fitting into the family, but somehow surviving on the sidelines. Onlooking upon each other's misery.

~ Aemond feels rather misunderstood and lonely, more now than even since he lost his eye. His detest towards your brother's would grow when you cradled little lukes face in your palms, watching you intensely with his remaining eye as he got stitched up. He wanted that attention. That care, that affection.

~ in a way, later on you mirror him. You see the disfigured prince become somewhat of a shadow of himself, growing quiet and focused and resentful. Driven to create a name for himself other than the frightful prince with a gouged eye. Later on, when the fretful ruckus of children and adults alike grow tired and fall upon their pillows with heavy upset still lingering in their hearts, you may sneak your way to Aemond to ask how he is. Everyone seemed to neglect how he felt after everything, and although you feel a little angry at how he treated your half-sisters and brothers, you're too soft-hearted to let him go alone with such a gruesome injury. He's spellbound once he finds you at his chamber doors, and before he can hide his face from you, you quickly hug him before leaving for bed. Telling him you're sad that he lost his eye, and that you hope that he and your brothers can make it up.

~ ever since that night, he confirmed his status as a yandere towards you. Now that he was given a glimpse, a simple brief taste of genuine care, he wanted more. Now more than ever he is proud of his claim of Vhagar, seeing himself as a capable and strong rider that you may be impressed by. He'll make work to often fly above you whilst you are in the gardens, or perhaps in front of your view of your chambers windows that look out upon the sea. He wants to impress you, give you a reason to keep giving him attention.

~ when training with your brother's, he especially tries to show off whenever you're around. The poor boy always seems to get distracted however, and gets knocked to the ground by Aegon of Jace. It's a laughable sight really.

~ He hides his disfigured eye behind an eye patch now, hoping it distracts you from the glaring scar that peeks behind it. Regardless of how sympathetic and non-judgemental you were, he's still a little self conscious about his appearance.

~ his actions are boyish and clumsy. Unsure and over his head, but he's determined- unlike his on and off drunkard of a brother, to win your affection and acceptance.

~ Older Aemond is something else, you may find. He's more poised, confident, and conniving.

~ as a yandere, he's possessive, protective, and demanding.

~ And boy is he intense. If you thought his distracted glances and focused stares on you were a lot, he's even more intense now. Even more so with one eye somehow.

~ You can bet Daemon is not a fan of him being oh so focused on his daughter. There's lots of tension between the two. Whenever Aemond watches you unblinkingly at the dining table during meals, Daemon isn't keeping his eyes off the one-eyed prince. Man is ready to get the shotgun Caraxes.

~ With his sharpened skills with a blade and fighting tactics, he can confidently show off in front of you without worrying about falling on his behind like a clumsy fool as he once did as a fumbling young boy.

~ Alicent would be his wingman ultimately. She wants you as her own, whether it be daughter or daughter in law. You can imagine her shooting him with stern looks at the dinner table to stop staring at her like that, it's frightening. Invite her to dance instead. Oh my god this is going to take some coaching isn't it.

Ultimately she would be completely behind his actions, encouraging it, even- although she would at least try to direct him in a more sane and gentle manner, than his outwardly possessive and demanding visage.

~ However your relationship will strain greatly once he kills Luke with Vhagar, and his grasp on you slips away the moment you look upon him with resentment and anger. The last thing he ever wanted from you. Alicent would be furious, tenfold after realising that a war will begin, and the family will split in two and how she knows that daemon and Rhaenyra will keep you in their grasp to stay on team black.

~ Alicent and Aemond would probably scheme to somehow kidnap you, or at least persuade you to visit under the false presence of making peace, and keep you trapped with them. (For plot hole sake, let's just say Cannibal was off on his little personal vacations, so unfortunately you had no big goth dragon to save you 😓).

~ during the duration of dance of the dragons, you'd be yearning and fighting to get back to your dragon to escape the bloody and blazing war that will inevitably ensue. It all becomes too much, you need to escape and somehow get back to your real family, just like you've yearned for as a child.

~ Aemond will also inevitably perish in a battle against your father, but until then, he'll keep an iron grasp on you as he hopelessly scrambles for any sort of power to back himself up.

[zorossugarmama]

Jace x Cregan Headcanons Part Two

Jace wakes up sometimes in the evening to hear Cregan talking in his sleep. Many times it’s senseless mumbling. Other times its words such as ‘hunt’, ‘onward’, ‘keep watch’. Little things that sum up the menial tasks the Lord does while guarding the North. Jace finds it cute, but on rare occasions when his name is whispered so softly he can’t help but blush. He wonders what the Lord dreams of on those nights. Where he has the whereabouts in him to mumble his name so sweetly. These are the things that Jace keeps close to his heart.

Jace, on the eve of their first anniversary, had gone to special lengths to forge a sword that would never dull for Cregan. The Velaryon house was home to only three ingots of Valyrian steel, saved from Valyria itself. It took Jace several months of negotiating with not only his mother, Rhaenyra Targaryon, but the Lord of Driftmark, Corlys Valeryon, and his lady wife, Rhaenys Valeryon. In the end they sought it as a prudent sign of thankfulness to the North for having faith in the crown and houses Targaryon and Velaryon. Cregan was speechless when his partner presented him with the sword.

For years Jace had tried time and time again to get Cregan to take a seat on his Dragon, Vermax. He had done so almost incessantly when Vermax was old enough to hold two riders. After a year Jace slowled in his pursuit to get the Lord of the North to take a seat. Yet, like water to stone, he wore down his partner and had successfully gotten Cregan to agree to a short flight around Driftmark. He had told his partner that there were only two things that made dragon riding uncomfortable. When Crregan asked what it was Jace replied that it was the take off and landing. Gliding through the air, amongst the clouds and setting sun were the easiest. 

Cregan, who had begrudgingly said yes to a short flight around Driftmark, held his hands around Jace’s waist with a vice grip. Jace laughed with a smile so wide it nearly touched his ears. After a while Cregan loosened his grip on his partner and slowly relaxed. It wasn’t so bad, the sky was pretty above the clouds. Even prettier with his partner alight with the red and pinks hues of the setting sun. 

After their flight, Cregan swore Vermax nodded its head towards him. As if affirming his own courage and strength to stay on while in the air. Cregan although nearly shaking like a leaf smiled softly at the dragon. Such strange and empathetic creatures with a penchant for fierce and fiery destruction. 

Nightly lessons on High Valerian were a common occurrence when Cregan told Jace that he wished to tend to Vermax 

Sassy Jace is what Cregan loves the most. His stiff lip, firm and unwavering eyes that glint with a hidden fury. Oh how he loves him (Just don’t tell Jace that he sometimes does it on purpose)

[alexagirlie]

Jacegan Week 2024 : Modern AU - Harrenhal 2024

A/N: Here is my drabble for the Modern Prompt for Jacegan Week! A lil Olympics AU

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Ship: Jacaerys x Cregan

Rating: M

WC: 1033

Summary: Jace and Cregan have a secret relationship during the 2024 Harrenhal Olympics.

TW: secret relationship, sneaking around, sexual content, jealousy, possesive thoughts and behaviours.

Taglist: @legitalicat @arcielee @thenameswinter99

They thought they had everyone fooled, that they were being subtle and no one else from their respective teams knew they had been sneaking around to fuck since the moment they arrived ahead of the Harrenhal Olympics. 

Jacaerys Velaryon was a platform diver for Team Crownland while Cregan Stark was captain of Team North's beach volleyball team. Their paths should never have crossed but they stumbled across each other during a welcome party in the village and they found themselves in an empty closet with Jacaerys on his knees before the night was over. 

They continued their clandestine affair between preliminaries and the semi finals. Their teams were fierce competitors, the rivalry going back generations and so they couldn't risk any hint of their actions getting out. Sneaking into empty washrooms and unused hallways and closets. Anywhere they could be alone and get their hands and mouths on each other. 

They thought they had done a good job keeping their fucking a secret from their teammates but were worried they were acting suspicious. Both athletes had gotten teasing and probing comments from their teammates about sneaking off alone on their down time, and excuses about exploring the surrounding city had quickly worn out. They were given a golden opportunity to divert attention away from their relationship when they each received an invitation to one of the village's notorious sex parties. They could flirt or mess around with other people, convince their teammates they had nothing secret or incriminating going on, then sneak off at the end of the party to fuck. 

It should have been the perfect plan, these parties were glorified orgies, they were hosted in one of the villas and were big and chaotic. Alcohol flowed freely as the athletes hooked up openly and without discrimination or worry. Everyone had the unspoken agreement that what happened at these parties stayed at these parties and were not discussed once they were over. It did not carry over into the competition or change of fiercly each athlete fought for their medals.

It should have been the perfect opportunity for Jace and Cregan to openly flirt and touch but neither expected just how far they would go in front of their colleagues and competitors. 

Cregan was sitting in the corner of a cozy living room, TV blaring while he seethed with burning jealousy as he watched Jace with flirt with one of the other athletes from Team Crownland. One of their star fencers, Aemond Targaryon, whom Cregan *knew* had been pinning after Jace since the start of the games. He had spotted the blonde haired man watching Jace during his dives and at other mixer events they had all attended while Cregan had been forced to keep his distance.

It had been Cregan's idea for them to start the night with other people, they were just fucking around together, it wasn't supposed to be anything serious, so no harm in messing around first to keep their team mates of their trail. He didn't expect how much he would *hate* watching Jace with other people.

Jace was seated across Aemond's lap and had his hands buried in the fencer's long hair as he angled the older man's face up for a heated kiss. He could feel Creagn’s eyes on him, could only imagine the look on his face as he allowed Aemond's arms to wrap around his waist and pull him tightly against his toned frame. 

He enjoyed making the large volleyball player jealous and Aemond was an excellent kisser, but he was ready to feel Cregan's large hands touching him, to feel his huge cock inside him, fucking him, perfect and hard, and he decided it was time to move on to the next stage of their plan. 

He detached himself from Aemond's grasp, ignoring his displeased frown, and left the room in search of a quiet spot where he and Cregan could be alone, confident his lover would follow. 

Cregan was just about at the end of his rope when he saw Jace stand and leave the room, not sparring Aemond a backwards glance but he locked eyes with Cregan as he disappeared from sight through a doorway. Cregan was less than subtle when he immediately followed but he didn't care anymore. He didn't care who saw them or what they thought, he had to make sure everyone knew that Jace was *his*. 

Cregan followed Jace into the large sunken den area in the villa, the room already crowded with other athletes in various states of undress or scandalous acts but he didn't care. He quickly caught up with Jace, grabbed him by the arms and pressed him against the closest wall and kissed him. He no longer cared about who could see them, he just wanted Jace. 

It doesn't take long for the kiss to become heated, for hands to wander under clothing and soon Cregan had Jace bent over the back of a nearby couch with his trouser pulled down just enough for Cregan to get access. 

The moan Jace let out as Cregan pressed first his fingers then his cock inside his already lubed up hole was loud and obscene but no one even spared them a glance. He was hot and tight around Cregan's cock, squeezing him so perfectly and he pressed a kiss to the smaller man's shoulder as he waited, pressed into the hilt as Jace shuddered around him and adjusted to his girth.

When Jace looked over his shoulder at Cregan his eyes were hooded with his pupils blown so wide there was only the thinnest purple ring left, and his cheeks were stained pink with his arousal. 

“Fuck me.” 

Cregan was powerless against Jace's command and he started to fuck the diver hard and fast. His hips pistoning in and out as Jace begged and moaned, louder and louder, not caring how they had started to attract the attention of others in the room. 

Eventually the volume of his noises attracted the attention of the one person Cregan cared about and he looked up to locked eyes with Aemond from across the room as Jace spilled without a touch on his cock screaming Cregan's name.

[silens-oro]

Spoils of War wip

Aemond Targaryon x f!Targ!reader

Synopsis: A snippet of my upcoming multi-part fic.

No "y/n" mentioned

Warning: heavy angst. I have given zero context as to how we get to this point lmao.

AN: I got a DM from an anon to post some more snippets of this fic. Ask and I shall deliver. The full fic will be filled with darkness, hope, betrayal, love, death, misery, angst, hatred, and light.

House of the Dragon requests are OPEN

“I will not fight you.” Luke spoke, taking your mother’s words to heart. He knew she would be upset at the scene you had already caused and he did not need to add onto it. The wrath you'd face would surely be punishment enough for the both of you. “I came as an envoy, not a warrior.”

“A fight would be little challenge.” The idea was laughable to Aemond. “No…” He removed the leather patch from his face, revealing the sapphire that lay in his eye socket, encased in the scars of what was once his eyelids. “I want you to put out your eye as payment for mine. One will serve.” He swiftly removed his dagger from his hip and made a show with the blade.

Your arm crossed over Luke's chest in protection, your hand meeting the hilt of the sword at your back. You would never beat Aemond in a fight -not in a million years- but it would give your brother time to escape. 

“It will be me who removes the one you have left, Aemond, if you send another threat his way. I promise you this.” He grinned at you and tossed the blade at Luke’s feet. “Blood will not be shed, and you shall still return home just as you came - with one eye short.” You spat at Aemond. He paid you little mind, enjoying the fear that permeated off of Luke at his mere presence.

“I would not blind you.” He promised Luke, his voice soft. “I plan to make a gift of it to my mother.” Stepping on the blade, you kicked it clear across the room. 

“No.” Luke did not entertain him.

“Then you are craven as well as a traitor.” Aemond declared.

“Not here!” Borros demanded. “Blood will not spill in my halls!”

“You seem uncomfortable, Lord Borros.” Your voice boomed in the vast hall as the not so proud lord shifted on his throne. “If you choose to lay yourself amongst the serpents…” You motioned to Aemond with your eyes, “…you best get comfortable with how they slither.” 

“Give me your eye!” Aemond's voice boomed as he took long, purposeful steps towards Luke. The boy jumped back in fear. Once more, you kept yourself firmly planted between Luke and Aemond, fury filling your soul. You held an arm out, your hand pushing against Aemond's chest. He sneered over your shoulder at the quivering boy.

“If you want his eye, you will go through me. I am done entertaining this foolishness any longer.” You said pointedly to Aemond. His breathing was heavy and he looked down at you with a wild eye. You saw the hurt and the anger that swirled in his grey iris, the minute clench of his sharp jaw. 

“We take our leave, Luke,” You hissed over your shoulder, not taking your eyes off of the man in front of you. You hoped Luke could hear the seriousness in your voice and would obey you without argument. “Ignore his words if he continues to speak, I beg. He will do you no harm so long as I am here, I promise you.” You looked Aemond directly in his eye as you said this. “Go!” You demanded. You heard Luke’s quick steps out of the Round Hall, but you stayed behind.  

“Run along, boy!” Aemond called out to Luke.

“You would best a child and call yourself champion?” You laughed cruelly at Aemond. “I do not doubt my father was right in his refusal to give you my hand.” You spoke loudly for the Lord Borros and Aemond's betrothed to hear, much to Aemond’s embarrassment. “I was blinded before by your pretty words, but I’ve seen who you truly are, Aemond. Such a cruel fate I would have met bound to such a weak man who seems to still suckle at his mother’s teet.” Did you mean your words? It did not matter. They were meant to cut and dissect Aemond, to hurt him as he has hurt you, and they did just that. His reaction was a subtle tick of his jaw, a twitch of his eye, but it was there. 

Your words ruined him.

“It is more than just your eye that bothers you when you look at Luke.” You continued. With each word you took a half step forward, causing Aemond to step back. He could not understand where this side of you came from and it sent him off kilter.

“Is it envy you feel towards Luke and Jace? That you are true-born yet your father would not give you, any of you, the time of day? Is it that they are loved and supported, regardless of who their sire is? Or is it the love I feel for my brothers? That I would die protecting them while your own brother could not care less about what happened to you?” This finally elicited a reaction. Aemond’s bottom lip trembled in anger. Your words rang true, it would seem.

Aemond's hand shot up to grasp your face harshly. Your own latched onto his forearm, trying to wretch yourself free. He only squeezed tighter.

“You will bite your tongue or I will take it!” He hissed as he shook you, his face inches from yours. The fires of rage burned in his eye.

“As a gift to your mother?” You taunted. “My tongue will stay where it is. You do not like to dirty your own hands, as I have witnessed, my Prince.” You spat. He stared at you, panting. For the sheerest of moments, you saw devastation flicker in his eye, the slight downturn of his brow. A mere glimpse through a single crack of Aemond’s carefully crafted facade.

The last shard of your heart cracked with it.  

You ripped his hand free of your face for the final time and swiftly made your exit. 

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Deathbringer -Part seven final

Masterlist

That evening you stood tall, all your wounds turning quickly to scars.

“How did this happen?” The new queen asked you, pouring wine into her goblet.

“I have no idea.” You reply.

Heleana danced into the room, her arms out beside her. “The Gods of Old Valyria have gifted them the blood of the dragon.” She sang.

“Is she making sense or have I gone mad?” You ask with a smile.

“When the conqueror came to take the seven kingdoms he dreamt of the past. He saw the birth of two children in the mountains. The clutch of a wild dragon. Only two eggs survived, one birthed a mighty dragon, the other a pale child with white hair. The girl child was wed to the first Targaryon and so the bloodline was mixed with the dragon. It is said their child could command dragon and blue flame.” Heleana explained as she played with the spiders in the window.

“Well, you and your prince are now the might and strength of our name.” Rhaenyra proclaimed. She held your hand as you walked down to the throne room handing you to your father so she might take her place. Daemon looked over the black dress you wore, adorned with red and gold. The three headed dragon embroidered into the material.

“You look delightful, my dear one; but I much prefer you in breeches upon a dragon.” He gave her a sweet smile.

“Father, if only we had been allowed to fly the skies together forever.” you take his arm.

“Your flight will be with Aemond now. I am ashamed that you felt you could not tell me of your love.”

“Would you have allowed it?” You both laugh as the doors open and you are told it is time. Your father walks beside you through the gathered lords and ladies of the realm. At the head of the room Aemond stood with his younger brother and sister. Daemon passed your arm to his and the grand maester performed the wedding of the seven. The two of you drank from the same golden goblet and the wedding is blessed by the new gods and the Queen.

A great feast is held with much dancing. You and Aemond perform the dance of the dragons and and not long after excuse yourselves. The queen stops the Lords from following for the ritual of bedding.

In Aemond’s chambers you stood before him as he dropped his belt and removed his tunic. He brushes back your hair, running the back of his fingers over your jaw line.

“I have never seen you nervous.” He said softly.

“I have never been in this position.” you admit.

“Don’t be frightened I will be gentle. We will do exactly what you feel comfortable doing, what comes to you naturally.” you nod to his words. Stepping behind you he unlaced your dress letting it fall to the ground, leaving you in the undergown. The thin white cotton left nothing to his imagination. With the softest of touches he pressed small kisses to your neck, below your ear, trailing them down to your shoulders and pushing the flimsy dress away. Your hands instinctively go to cover your body.

“There is no need to feel embarrassed.” He whispers.

“On the contrary I am naked and you are very much not.”

He laughs, a sound you once thought you would never hear from him. “You are very correct.” He pulled the strings of his breeches pushing them down his legs and stepped out of them. Turning back to you, you saw his full length before you. He kissed you again and guided you back to the bed laying you on the soft cushions. His hands slowly traced your body, cupping your breast.

Sex with Aemond was soft the first time. He spent time searching your body and touching you in the places that made you feel warm. Whispered affirmations of his love came with every touch. He moved slowly when he first pushed himself inside you, allowing time for you to adjust to his size before he began moving again. His hipped pumped into you over and over with you calling out his name. When your walls began to tighten he reached between to rub your clit. He found his own end moments after yours. Panting, he dropped down beside you.

“Are we to have children, do you think?” You ask.

“Should you wish it, and each will ride upon a dragon.” He laughed as he rubbed your stomach, a happiness he thought was meant for everyone but he filled him when he thought of your belly swelling with his children.

The second time you laid together that night was more passionate. Filled with fierce kisses and wanting movements. He showed every way a woman could be pleasured. By the third you had him teach you how to pleasure him. By the morning both of you were convinced it would not be long before you were with child.

Epilogue.

176 years later.

176 years later. “Brother, tell me about the dragons of Rhaenyra.” Daenerys asked, her brother playing with wooden dragons by the fire.

“Well the dragons were once simple Targaryons until their blood bonded, pleasing the old gods. Aemond and y/n rode the skies, with their seven children. It was them who renewed the fervour of the dragons. In their time the dragons bred more than ever and soon we rose to higher skies than we ever have. Your cousin Aegon the third my son and your betrothed is their descendant. Many years later when they had both been long gone and the wars came Deathbringer led the dragons against our enemies with no riders. It is said he and Vaghar still haunt the seas far away in Old Valirya." The white haired king spoke.

“Will our children be dragons?” Daenerys asked with her eyes wide. Her brother laughed.

“I am the dragon!” Viserys scowled.

“Oh my dear little brother, one day you may find a dragon. You will be forever the second son. Perhaps I shall send you to the wall as your name sake did to his brother.” Rheagar grinned. “There are statues of y/n and Aemond outside Dragonstone, the castle they called home. It will be yours little sister, when you are of age. And perhaps you will see the prophesied return of the blue flames.”

“Where they happy?” Danny continued her questions.

“Very happy, the happiest marriage in all the lands I believe.”

[whenisaypostquam-yousaynumquam]

Okay so, I am planning to do an Aemond Targaryen smut that will be both very plot based and very smutty (haven't even written the smut yet and I'm already 2k words in whoops)

Yes... no... any thoughts??

It is a going to be an afab reader insert, but I did mention that she had a few extra pounds, not conventionally attractive, and not tall like her family... so you can honestly interpret that fairly loosely.

Here's a little exert from what I've written thus far, nothing crazy, but let me know what you think and if I should continue on!

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To make myself seem less conspicuous on my way into Kings Landing, I decided to backtrack from Storm's End into the Red Mountains so that my route into the Kingswood avoided the watchful eyes of the soldiers and guards stationed there. The trek up the mountains was grueling at best, and by the time I was making my way down my energy had depleted substantially. Although I was a skilled warrior, the few extra pounds I carried made me huff and puff my way across steep rock faces and cliffsides until I almost reached the mergance of the forest. I say 'almost' because as soon as I made my way down to the last cliff, a jutted out sudden drop of 100ft, a group of ten Targaryen soldiers emerge from the shadows the setting sun cast of the rock face.

"My, my, my, what have we here?" The tallest of them said, the red notches upon his crest insignia telling me that he is their leader. "She's a pretty thing, isn't she? If not a bit wild." One of them said, causing them all to snicker as they steadily closed in on me. This wasn't good, not in the slightest, and if it wasn't for the deadly drop behind me I would have thought this was an easy win for me. Apparently, my luck has run out.

"I guess Daeron was right when he reported a lone person wandering the mountains while he patroled the sky." A shorter one clucked his tongue as he eyed me wearily. Shit. In my haste to get all of my brothers stupid wishes over and done with I had forgotten about the fact that the Targaryon's rode dragons. Of course, if my mind wasn't as sidetracked as if was I would have travelled in the dead of night through the cover of darkness instead of in the light of the sun. The quick shuffling of boot on stone caught my attention, and when I looked towards it's source I saw the leader of the group take a confident step towards me, smirk plastered across his face, "Comere lovey, wouldn't want you to get lost out here." He said, mud brown eyes gleaming with sexual depravity, "We'll take good care of you." It was with that one look my body was set into motion. Beneath the thick layer of my worn cloak I unsheathed my sword made from the strongest of Valyrian metals, with bright blue sapphires glittering in the guard and handle while a large one sparkled as the entire pommel. The light weight of the steel felt like home in my hand as the blade glimmered against the setting sun's rays, and as I looked into the shocked eyes of the men before me I couldn't stop the mirthful twitch of my lip before I moved.

[lady-ashfade]

So the baby is actually Aegon's?

Shhhh! Don’t let any hear you…Spending “lies” like that! No of course not….

….(yes but you didn’t hear it from me)

[chicagosavant]

I am shamelessly shipping the Power Trio—Aemond Targaryen-Baela (Velaryon) Targaryen-and Rhaena (twin sister-Velaryon) Targaryon…

…where are these stories, my friends???

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Omg just saw your answer on Sirius 😍 it's amazing! Now that makes me want to ask about If Only She Knew 🤔 also Game of Veils and Just Once, what are their fandoms?

So, full disclosure, all of these are Sirius Black fics. Still waiting for the inspo bug to hit me for Drexyl because I need to write that filthy animal 😆 and eventually, I may do a Gordon one too, but as the oneshots I've done have basically followed the same reader, I may just stick with those for now until a bigger idea strikes.

As for the other fics:

We'll start with Game of Veils since that one will be a crossover with Game of Thrones. It'll take place after Sirius goes through the veil and lands in Westeros. I'm still debating on whether I want it to be a Sirius/Robb Stark pairing or Sirius/Daenerys Targaryon.

If She Only Knew may end up being a mini fic and will follow Sirius after he escapes from Azkaban. That one I just have general notes for:

Sirius Black has just escaped from Azkaban. Tired and weak from his journey to Surrey, he ends up in the care of a young muggle woman who nurses him back to health. She decides to keep him after her vet finds no chip in him, and Sirius decides to stay until he's strong enough to go and find Harry. The woman is a historian, and after seeing a news segment about the escape of Sirius Black is haunted by his image so much so that it makes her want to know more about him. Meanwhile, for her job, she has been interpreting an ancient text found (where?) that so happens to be a magical artifact. Sirius sees it as a way to buy his freedom, only he's begun to fall in love with the muggle.

Just Once is another Sirmione fic where they hook up one night and agree it'll just be the one night, but they keep hooking up again and again, even though they keep saying "this is the last time". This one might be posted out of order because that one also started as an odea for a one shot that was one such time that they hool up again, but then I wanted to write the whole relationship arc 😭 Here's a snippet from the first one I started writing (not the first time they hook up)

"Let's go on holiday, she said. It'll be fun, she said. Let's leave our wands and do it the muggle way, she said." There was a scowl that had formed on Sirius' face as he recited the last quote he'd been mocking. "Piss it, I say. Now we're stuck here, no wands, and snow coming down like a unicorn stampede! Can't get out! You've really done it now, Love."

Hermione rolled her eyes; after a long talk with her therapist, she'd decided to plan a family holiday. "For one, we needed a holiday, it was fun and we didn't need wands to have fun! All we need to do is make it through the night and they'll dig us out in the morning." She looked up at him incredulously. "Honestly, Sirius, it was your bloody idea to stay an extra day."

[stuckyhahaha]

“Despite the fact that he was missing an eye, Aemond Targaryon grew to be a handsome man with a tall and slender figure, sharp chin and stoic face, when his amethyst eye locked gaze on you, it was hard to keep your posture.”

“They went to dinner.

Aemond brought roses, Lucy dressed in a tight fit fine silk sea blue dress with waves on the hem, pearl headband and earrings gifted by Aemond, and an aquamarine ring he made with his mother.”

[keepingupwiththeboltons]

Imagine if the dragons just like dipped on the targaryons, like ehh fuck these guys and just fly the fuck away

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Deathbringer - part five

Masterlist

Alicent slammed her father's door open brandishing a parchment at him.

"You tried to murder my son! He has bent the knee to her. Do you understand what you have done? Aemond is going to marry that Targaryon animal and switch sides. No one will stand with us now. You have condemned us all." She screamed at him.

"The king is bedridden, unable to move, smother him and crown your son quickly." Otto rounded his desk. "If you do not wish to do it, I can have it done for you."

"Treason? No, no more bloodshed" she rounds the room stepping to the fireplace. For many years it had been a room of confidence and her father's schemes. "I will beg for my children's lives, but you, I will send Aemond your head for this and perhaps he will return to me." Four guards marched in behind her, taking hold of the king's hand and taking him away. Two days later the royal family pulled up to the gates of Dragonstone in the royal carriage.

"After all these years you now want me to relinquish the kinghood you coveted?" Aegon asked again.

"Yes, we will bend to her and beg for our lives." She hissed at him before leaving the carriage. Heleana, Aegon and Daeron behind her, each of them adorned in the black and red of the Targaryon family. Daemon stood with several guards behind him. Rhaenyra her children, Aemond and you stood just behind them.

"See , this is how one welcomes family to their door." Daemon quipped.

A guard steps forward holding a box which Alicent directs toward her once dear friend. Rhaenyra coming to the front, with one hand on her swollen belly opens it, seeing Otto's head on a platter.

"What is this?" She asks.

"A gift to my son, the head of the man who attempted his life." With you still holding his arm Aemond comes forward looking over Rhaenyra's shoulder at the head.

"This is not a gift for me. It was not me that was grievously hurt." He spoke through gritted teeth and his mother's eyes fell on you.

"We are so very sorry, Y/n." She said softly

"Sorry only because she could kill you where you stand, even now." Daemon growled.

"Rhaenyra, stepdaughter and friend, I bring the saddest news of your father. He has passed three days since. Hail the king, and long live the Queen Rhaenyra." Alicent dropped to her knees, followed by her children. There is a beat of silence as a master steps forward with the king's crown. Daemon lifts it, turns it with his hands then lays it on his wife's head.

"Mount your dragons Targaryons the iron throne is left unmanned." You call from your place beside Aemond. As if every dragon had heard you they flew up from their resting places and dropped around the family.

"y/n will you allow your cousin's to ride your dragons back to Kingslanding?" Rhaenyra requested.

"Of course my Queen. I shall ride with Aemond." You turn on unsteady legs holding your betrothed's hand for strength.

"ride dragons?" Alicent asked. Rhaenyra laughed as she remembered the fear Alicent had always held for the beasts.

"You may ride with one of the children, if it suits you better." She answered amusedly. As children she had spent many days trying to get her friend to ride dragonback with her, now she would get her wish.

Aemond kept his arm around your waist and you moved slowly to Vhagar. The great dragon lowered her body for you. Allowing Aemond to guide and help you up onto the giant beast. The action takes much of your energy so you rest back on his strong chest, his arms surrounding you to hold you and the reins. As the two of you waited for your family to mount the other dragons he brushed back the shorter hairs around your face. Your eyes close as you rest into him and he presses a soft kiss to your head.

"Brother, broken by duty, remade by the dragon." Heleana repeated the sentence she had spoken of her brother many times. Now finally making sense, he had once believd it was gaining Vaghar that had fixed him. Now he knew the dragon was you. He has called you a true dragon himself. You were the one rebuilding him. Feeling his mother's eyes on him he glanced up at her. Her heart ached to know he would never forgive her.

The ride to Kings Landing was quick for you as you drifted in and out of sleep, comforted by Aemond's heat. You each landed at the dragon pit and slid off the dragons. Daemon checked on your health before stepping up to walk alongside his wife. Aemond gave you his arm once more and you held him tightly. Walking was still painful, the wound to your hip was just nearly healing. Joffrey came up and took your other hand. Together you all walk up into the castle into the throne room where you see the iron throne, void of your uncle. A sad sight to you.

Rhaenyra stepped toward it, lifting her father's crown to her head and sitting in her rightful place.

"Bring the great houses here, I will have them see you all bend to me before the two sides of our family are joined by blood." She said.

"Yes, your Grace." Aegon bowed his head before leaving the room with his wife and children. Alicent stepped toward you and Aemond, taking his hand.

"My son, will you come with me? I will help you prepare for your wedding. Perhaps the tunic your father wore for ours would suit you?" She was all but begging her second son to follow her. He looked to you, then to the black clothing he wore. The three headed dragon emblazoned across his chest.

"No thank you, Mother. I am dressed exactly how I wish to be for my wedding." He slid his arm around your waist once more and pulled you into his side.

"Very well." As Alicent turned to leave Beala cut off her path.

"I think it would be best if you stayed with us, Aunt"

Daemon and you laughed at your sister's boldness. The once Queen looked around herself, discovering she was amongst only those she had wronged in many ways. Rhaenyra, Daemon, their nine mixed children and the son she had treated so badly. She moved across the room and sat in a wooden chair.

Moments later a panicked Heleana came rushing into the room, her children quickly beside her. The young princess dropped to her sister's feet. Tears streaked her face.

"What is it?' The queen asked.

"When the dragon falls, darkness comes. When the dragon falls two hearts shall beat as one. A crown will fall, one shall rise." Heleana cried out.

"what is this?"

Alicent dove forward to her daughter's side.

"She has dragon dreams." Aemond offered up quickly.

"What does it mean?" Daemon asked.

Aemond could not answer, blood bubbled from his gut and he turned to look at you. His brother held you by the shoulders, a knife edge poked through your clothing. Aemond dropped to his knees, a wound that matched yours weakening him.

Daemon drew Dark Sister pointing it at the prince. Upon Aegon's head he wore the crown of the conqueror.

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