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Honestly, I never got the hate for the frozen storyline in Once Upon a Time.

I loved it and loved seeing Emma's storyline in that season.

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"I want Y/N." Aemond Targaryen Scenario Pt. 3

Continuation

Reader is Rhaenyra and Harwin's daughter

Female reader

TW: possessive thoughts, yandere, uncle/Niece, reader is Aemond's niece

Sounds of crickets filled the night air as you stood in the courtyard, hand loosely wrapped around the hilt of a random sword, you did not know how to wield, so you did not.

You just stared at it, your eyes narrowed in bitter anger at the iron material. You did not know why you even came to the courtyard, perhaps it was because you could not sleep.

“Y/N,” The sound of your uncle's voice interrupted your angered stare.

You turned your head to the side landing on the man's tall form. 

His own gaze dropping down to your hand, gripping the sword's hilt, his lips quirking up in a small smirk. “Would you like me to show-”

“No.” Your response came firm, a sigh escaping your lips as you then hesitated.

Perhaps, you could allow him to show you how to use a sword. It was not like it was his fault you were stuck here, thoughts bubbled up in your mind. 

“Yes,” you stated after a few quiet moments, shifting your grip against the sword hilt to be firmer, hearing your uncle walk behind you, his footsteps slow and precise. 

Aemond gently gripped your wrist with his own slender hand, he carefully adjusted your grip on the sword, shifting you in the proper stance, his other hand briefly hovering over your waist before dropping it, making your chest clench for reasons you did not know.

“Hold it like this. I will show you how to swing it, properly,” 

He leaned forward, his voice a low whisper in your ear, making you shiver slightly though you blamed the cool night air.

Perfectly normal, it is chilly afterall, you thought to yourself briefly as the man guided you through the basics of how to wield a sword.

You could feel the warmth of his hand as it rested against your hip to steady your stance, as he moved your body, showing you how to swing a sword, though you could hardly focus on the sword's movements,

Because it was cold, that was all, you swore.

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(Same thing only in Aemond's p.o.v)

Aemond had not expected to find you in the courtyard, the moonlight shining against your hair, reflecting in your angered gaze the sight alone made his breath hitch.

“Y/N,” he called out, interrupting your angered stare, turning your head to look at him, your eyes narrowed in slight anger.

Striking 

His gaze dropped to your loose grip on the sword's hilt, a smirk tugging on his lips,

Perfect, a perfect situation to be near you. This was perfect.

“Would you like me to show-” 

“No.” Your response came firm, but Aemond noticed how you hesitated. 

Of course you would change your mind, 

He could remember all those times when you two were children bugging and begging him to teach you how to wield a sword, much to the adults dismay. 

There was no world where you would deny him now that he would agree to teach you. 

“Yes,” you stated after a few quiet moments,

Just like Aemond knew you would.

He walked behind you his steps slow and precise, his eyes lingering on your shoulders, the way they tensed up at him no longer being in your line of sight.

Had you truly distrusted him so? He could fix that.

Aemond gently gripped your wrist with his own slender hand, he carefully adjusted your grip on the sword, shifting you in the proper stance, his other hand briefly hovering over your waist before dropping, feeling the warmth of your body just from hovering over it.

“Hold it like this. I will show you how to swing it, properly,”

He leaned forward, his voice a low whisper in your ear, he could feel you slightly shiver, his lips tugging in a smirk at the sight of it.

He guided you through the basics of how to wield a sword, placing a hand on your hip to shift your body while he showed you how to swing a sword.

Though he could tell the unfocused way you swung the metal, 

And he knew it wasn't from the cold

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What type of yanderes they are- Twilight

TW: Clingy behaviors, yanderes

Bella Swan: 

Bella is an obsessive and clingy yandere. She wants to know everything about you, every single thing, every secret you have she wants to know.

If you are a vampire she would be instantly drawn to you by your nature, wanting to know your secrets and be in your world, fascinated by your vampiric nature and all that comes with it.

If you are a human it would take longer for her to grow attached due to you just being normal, but if you are consistent with your caring nature she would find herself attached to you. 

She has had to care for everyone in her life her entire life, so if you were someone who likes taking care of others she would find herself wanting to be everywhere you are, finally being cared for instead of being the caretaker. 

Alice Cullen: 

Alice is a protective and obsessive yandere. She would already know who you are before you knew who she was. She would have constant visions of you, your face consuming her mind.

She would bounce over to you while you were in the school halls, introducing herself as your classmate.

 You two would become fast friends, how could you not?

 You two seemed to click on every single level, almost too easily, like she already knew what your hobbies were beforehand, knew what you were wanting to do during the weekend. It was almost eerie.

Soon, she would be introduced to your family as your girlfriend, the two of you would be inseparable.

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I think I like the face shot better but yeah

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Age Swap Platonic Helaegon

Short. Wanted to do something cute but got mind blocked

Platonic, no warnings

Aegon/Young! Helaena:

Aegon would still find her strange and annoying, but would also feel a sense of protectiveness over her due to her being much younger. 

When he was told about the betrothal of Helaena and him, he would be disturbed that their mother would even think of pairing someone as quiet and delicate as her with someone like.. him. 

He, however, would not fight against it not wanting Helaena to be betrothed and eventually married to someone worse, to someone that would hurt her.

Aegon would wed her, but refuse to touch her just treating her as much as a ‘normal’ little sister as possible in their situation. 

The fact that the small council expected him to perform his husband duties with her was sickening, her being so young. 

He would not be above lying to them and saying that they had performed their marital duties even though they had not. 

Helaena would embroider bug patterns and leave them on his bed to show him

Though they would not speak much she would watch from afar to see his reaction.

Helaena would want to connect with Aegon but not know how to.

Helaena/ Young! Aegon:

Helaena being the eldest would feel a sense of protectiveness over him. She would try to convince not to drink so heavily, worried for his health.

She would invite him to embroider despite the boy whining that it was boring.

Aegon would find her constantly inviting him to embroider and do more quieter hobbies annoying. 

He would humor his older sister though, despite whining about it.

Helaena would try to be a good influence for him despite her not being very social, liking to remain alone with her insects and hobbies

When she heard the news of their betrothal, she would not know what to think of it, but would not argue with their mother

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"I want Y/N." Aemond Targaryen Scenario, Pt. 2

Continuation

Reader is Rhaenyra and Harwin's daughter

Female reader

TW: Lies and manipulation, possessive thoughts, yandere, manipulative Aemond, mentioned bastardphobia, implied Uncle/Niece, rumored Jacaerys/reader

The doors slammed behind Aemond as he returned to the Red Keep, his boots echoing throughout the halls, his footsteps heavy, a scowl present on his sharp features. 

A refusal. A fucking refusal of her daughter's hand. She had no right to refuse, it was the least she could do after what her spawn had caused, what her damn bastard took from him. To condemn him to relearn how to walk and read, and yet she would refuse such a simple thing. 

All she had to do was give him Y/N, damn Rhaenyra. It was not a hard task.

He paused in his footsteps, briefly thinking of his father, lying and rotting away in his chambers. He wondered if he went to him and proposed his desire would he allow it and go over Rhaenyra's head? 

Possibly not. Aemond was not even sure his father knew his name. 

Gods, things used to be much easier when they were children. Days spent reading in the library, you chasing him around the castle halls, footsteps echoing, as he ran after he stole one of your ribbons from your hair.

But, now it was not so simple as stealing a ribbon. He had to steal something else, your freedom perhaps, perhaps your dignity. He could start rumors of your virtue, make sure no other suitor would have you so they would be forced to wed you to him.

Jacaerys, you two were close, he could start a rumor that you two were engaging in improper acts, make sure it spreads the castle then Dragonstone. He knew it likely was not true but it was worth a try.

The ends of his lips quirked up in a slight smile as he knew who exactly would be perfect at spreading such a thing,

Larys Strong

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“I- no, no. That - I would never.” Your voice wavered in slight anger at the vile accusation brought against you and your brother, you sitting before your grandfather and Alicent in Kingslanding having been called for by your grandsire.

Untrue, utterly untrue. 

You and Jacaerys had never had anything that was not purely platonic. He was betrothed and in love with Baela, and you love Baela. You would never do anything to ruin things between them. 

“Your family has always had queer ways.” Alicent commented, causing your eyes to narrow heavily. 

How dare she comment on any of their traditions when she had married her own children Aegon and Helaena?

“Alicent, let the girl finish.” Viserys sighed out, his gaze soft, causing Alicent to snort.

“I did not do anything like that with Jace- Jacaerys, or anyone for that matter.” You spoke clearly though you were still enraged, your cheeks burning as you tried to stay calm.

“We still need to understand you would levy such rumors.” Your grandsire spoke his tone gentle yet firm.

You swallowed, not having an answer for that. You had no clue who would even think such a thing, it was obviously not true. Anyone who knew them could see that.

Viserys let out a small sigh, “until we find out who started the rumor, you need to stay in Kingslanding to prevent the further spread of it.”

You felt your heart drop. You had not wanted to stay here without any of your family, not in the place with such bad memories, the place where the bastard rumors started and now another rumor had been born.

A rumor that stated she had.. been intimate with her brother, her very betrothed brother. 

You gave a small nod, not having much of a choice. You waited until you were excused before rushing out of the room, your eyes burning with unshed tears, beyond humiliated.

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Aemond felt a satisfied grin spread across his face at hearing the news of your arrival. He mentally reminded himself to thank Larys Strong, he had assumed it would take a month or two for it to spread, but it had only taken mere days.

Aemond knew that man would be good at something.

It had worked better than expected when he heard news of you having to stay in Kingslanding. This was perfect he could take this time to rebuild the connection you two once had to get you to willingly agree to marry him. 

Aemond stood from his chair, brushing off his clothes, his fingers readjusting his shirt, before exiting his chambers, searching the halls for you.

The satisfied grin spread further on his face, his remaining eye glinting with pure excitement.

 It looked unsettling to anyone that had seen him pass the halls. A question lingering on the servants minds; What was he up to? 

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Spouse Reader caught cheating- Yandere! Greens

Gender Neutral reader

TW: Infidelity, Murder, blood, threats of harm, forceful kissing, violence, possessive behaviors, yandere

Helaena Targaryen: 

Some part of Helaena knew already, deep down, but she had not wanted to believe it and yet now she could not refute it, standing in the opening of the doorway, seeing you entangled with another person, struck her heart pain flooding in her chest, though she tried to push it down, to conceal it. 

Helaena brows furrowed as she stayed silent, her eyes staring at the other person then to you, then back to the woman before taking her leave. 

She would not hurt the other person you cheated on her with, but would say subtly unsettling riddles to you about infidelity, not enough to terrify you, but enough to make thinking of having an affair again uncomfortable.

Aegon II Targaryen:

Aegon would walk inside of your chambers and take a seat in one of the chairs, a grin spreading thinly across his lips that did not reach his violet eyes, what-so-ever, narrowed heavily as he stared at them like a predator would before butchering its prey. 

His blood-shot eyes trained on the person that had been on top of you, imagining them hanging on the wall.

As the person was hurriedly dressing and rushing out of the room, attempting to run down the hall, he let out a dry, humorless laugh.

“Oh, was I interrupting?” He leaned in the chair, gesturing out of the doorway for the guards to seize him,“Perhaps, you would be more comfortable on the wall then?”

Your eyes widened like a frightened doe as you witnessed this, your mouth opened yet all the words, the excuses you could make died in your throat. You sat up however, clutching the sheet to yourself to save yourself some modesty, at least whatever you had left.

When Aegon finally turned his attention to you, his grin dropped from his face, staring at you, his eyes latched onto you. He stood up, taking slow, purposeful steps over to you. 

The air surrounding them was thick with a dangerous silence. 

He stopped in front of you, his hand gripping onto the sheet you were clutching so tightly,

“Have I not been satisfying enough for you?” He questioned his tone low as he gave a light tug on the sheet, the corners of his lips briefly drifting upwards in a sarcastic manner at the way you tighten your grip on the thin sheet, his blood boiling at the sight.

Why? How could you? How could you allow another person between your legs when you had him? Had he been too bland?

“You are mine,” Aegon murmured, his voice low as he yanked the sheet from your grasp, revealing your naked form in all its glory, something he was possessive of, “and yet you let another touch you.” 

His eyes roamed your form even as you rushed to cover yourself with your arms to spare yourself the humiliation. He made no move to stop you, letting you have what little control you held onto.

 He let out a dry laugh, causing your hairs on the back of your neck to stand. His eyes never left you, roaming over you possessively, hungry for what belonged to him. 

“Aegon, I- I am truly sorry-” 

Another laugh followed by your apology, shaking his head,

“No witty excuse?” He questioned, a grin that didn't reach his eyes spreading across his face as he let out another laugh, a cold chill in the air. “you expect my forgiveness just like that?” 

“You are mine,” He repeated, leaning forward to invade your space as the grin dropped from his face, his gaze flickered down to the bare skin of your shoulder.

His head ducked down, placing his lips against your flesh, the touch of his lips gentle against your trembling form. 

Your breath hitched, your mouth opening to speak once more before a pained hiss left your lips at a sudden cold pain against your shoulder blade, his teeth clamped down, inflicting the pain he thought you deserved for your betrayal. 

Your eyes clamped shut, teeth clenching as you were determined not to show weakness, not to let out any pathetic whimpers at your husband's actions.

“You are mine and you will not replace me. I am your husband, you will love me and you will respect me.” Aegon murmured against your shoulder, releasing the tender flesh from his teeth, placing a few gentle, loving kisses against the fresh imprint of his teeth on your shoulder, blossoming red. 

He inhaled your sweet scent growing silent as he shifted, moving his head to bury into the crook of your neck, his arms snaking around your waist as he leaned against you. His grip was tight but not painful, he only wished to keep you from escaping his embrace.

He kept you there in those chambers, in his embrace until far after your lover was hanged on the wall, at least sparing you from seeing their lifeless body with your own eyes, because he loved you. 

Are you not so lucky?

Aemond Targaryen:

It was unexpected one minute you were underneath your lover, without a care in the world. 

You had expected your husband to be gone for longer, but the sound of medal slicing against skin and the warm blood gushing against you as your lover limply fell to the side, snapped you to your senses. 

The disgusting smell of metallic iron filled your nostrils as you wretched and gagged, shoving yourself away from the draining corpse of your former lover, standing above you two was none other than Aemond. 

He was silent for several moments, his remaining eye glinting as he stared down at you, in his grip a bloodied dagger before tossing it to the ground with a clank. 

“Get up.” He simply stated his voice cold and even. 

You staggered up, off of the bed you once were laid on, your legs trembling with every move you made, your heart pounding against your chest as you stood.

“Aemond,” You started your voice barely above a whisper, fearing that if you spoke any louder you might suffer the same fate as your former lover, but before you could continue you were interrupted

“Mmph-”

His lips crashed into yours, his movements rough and frantic as his other hand cupped the back of your hand, pushing you deeper into the kiss. 

You froze, your mind processing what was happening, before slowly and hesitantly moving your lips against his, despite the heavy guilt forming at what you had caused.

He broke off the kiss, allowing you to catch your breath as he spoke lowly, his hand tangling in your hair.

“You ever so much as make eye contact with another, I will have you thrown in the dungeon like the pest you were so willing to portray yourself.” He growled against your lips before pulling back, his eye glancing over at the mess he made. 

“Go, I will.. have someone handle that.” He spoke, his cruel words cutting through the air like a knife, disregarding the life he had so easily cast aside. 

You gave a haste nod, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat before scurrying out of the room. 

Unable to face what your actions had caused.

Alicent Hightower:

Alicent was livid she had not personally witnessed it, but a servant had and it had gotten back to her. 

She stormed into your chambers, her curly hair cascading and bouncing along with her movements, her eyes filled with anger as they trained on you, sitting there and reading a book like you had not just betrayed her trust.

She struck you across your face, the sound echoing throughout the room. You face had snapped to the side, a red handprint across your cheek, starting to mix with purple hues. You turned your head over to her, your eyes widened in shock.

She had hit you, she had never hit you before.

She launched forward, gripping your chin in between her fingers as she jerked your face forward,

“You flaunt your indiscretions behind my back for all to see, how dare you?” She hissed through clenched teeth,

“I could have you and your lover sent to the wall if I wished.” She added, causing your blood to freeze in your veins, fear filling your irises. 

Alicent released her grip, taking a deep breath at the expression of fear taking over your features, causing her rage to simmer.

She would not actually hurt you, not entirely, but your lover, whoever they might be was lucky she did not know who they were because she was heavily considering having them sent to the wall, for the audacity of touching you when you were hers. 

“Alicent-”

She rose a finger, letting out a hissed shush as she turned around, her back to you as she crossed her arms over her chest, thinking of what to do with you, until she could trust you again. 

“You are to stay in these chambers, no one may enter or leave.” She finally declared before swiftly leaving you in there, the door slamming behind the woman as she left, ordering guards outside of your rooms.

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God, I miss longer seasons and filler episodes, I would chew off my leg to get them back

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Little sister- 🖤 Yandere Ver.

Female reader

TW: possessive behaviors, mentions of maternal death

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

Oh, Rhaenyra would love to have a younger sister, but it would be bittersweet if you were born to Aemma and ended up being the cause of her death.

Rhaenyra would not hold it against you and would be overprotective over you since you were the last thing she had from her mother, and once Alicent married Viserys, she would cling to you closer. 

She would carry you around the castle with her, whenever she had the chance, trying to teach you how to say her name. She would dress you up in fancy dresses as well like a doll, being so excited to have a sister. 

“Rhae- nry- a, Rhaenyra.” She would pronounce carefully, bouncing you in her arms with a small smile on her face. 

You would grow up viewing her as more of a mother than a sister from the age gap and the fact that she was always around you. 

Rhaenyra would convince her father to bring you with her when she had to move to Dragonstone, along with her children, not trusting the Greens enough to leave you behind.

She would be livid if her father had paired you up to marry Aegon, since you and him were close in age. 

She would do everything to avoid the marriage, even hiding you away and claiming you went missing, until Aegon was married to someone else, because she would never allow the Greens to get their vile hands on you.

Rhaena Targaryen:

If your dragon egg also didn't hatch then Rhaena would grow attached to you, her younger sister, because she could finally have someone to relate to, someone who could understand how she felt. 

She would be closer to you than anyone else and be a little clingy over you, though quietly, you and anyone else around would never notice how she would interrupt conversations you had with other people without her. 

She just doesn't want to be left out like she already felt with being dragonless. 

Jacaerys Velaryon:

Jacaerys would be overprotective and possessive over you, especially if you shared a father. 

He would want to protect you from any rumors of bastardy, that meant keeping you by his side so he could hear what people were saying around you.

He would snap at anyone who would try to bring those rumors up and would never allow you to hang around Aemond after the eye incident and why would you?

You were much safer with him and the rest of your side of the family,  an arrogant, rude, cruel prince like Aemond or a pervert like Aegon.

He absolutely would lose it if anyone proposed that you be betrothed to anyone, he did not approve of, which is everyone. You don't need to be married, at all.

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"I want Y/N." Aemond Targaryen Scenario

Reader is Rhaenyra and Harwin's daughter.

Female reader

TW: yandere, possessive behaviors, Bastardphobia, Aemond's inconsiderate

“Aemond, what will it take for you to-”

“Y/N Velaryon,” Aemond's voice interrupted his mother, his voice eerily calm as he leaned back in his chair, already knowing what she was going to ask of him.

“What..?” Alicent questioned, her palm cupping his cheek in a gentle, motherly hold, her brows furrowed as she gazed down at her son, her dutiful son. 

Her eyes held longing for her friendship with Rhaenyra to return, after all these years apart.

“If you wish for me to give up on avenging my eye, to let her bastard get away with it, then I want Y/N Velaryon.” Aemond repeated, not wishing to even speak his half-sister's name.

Alicent pursed her lips together in a firm line at his response, she had not wanted any of her children to be married to Rhaenyra's plain featured children, but with wanting to return to her friendship with Rhaenyra, perhaps she could let it be? 

Though would Rhaenyra even agree to her son's demands, she doubted it. Not her only daughter. 

“Aemond, that is not my decision-”

He interrupted her once more, leaning his cheek out of her grasp, “Are you not still queen, can you not whisper into my father's ear to make it happen?” 

He rose from his seat, his singular eye staring down at his mother, almost pleadingly behind his stoic facade. 

“Your father would not so easily go against your sister's-” 

“Then I will go to Rhaenyra.” Aemond cut her off once more, speaking with conviction, before walking out of the room his steps swift and purposeful.

Besides the rumors of you being a bastard was well-known and while your brother's were engaged to Daemon's daughters, there was no one to wed you too. 

What man from another house would so willingly ask for a bastard's hand? No one but him, Aemond hoped. 

He knew that if it had been any bastard other than you, he would not want their hand either, but you, you were different. His childhood friend, someone who had always been by his side, before the incident.

It had been a betrayal for you to side with your brothers over him, but lucky for you he was a very forgiving man.

Soon, he was saddled on Vhagar, planning on taking a trip to Dragonstone. Though, he swore to himself, he would be on his best behavior when he asked for your hand.

Only you could make him force his rightful hatred down to speak to his half-sister.

You should be grateful.

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It had just been another peaceful, boring day om Dragonstone, you as usual walking across the sand as you gazed out into the sea watching the waves roll in.

You found that you loved the sea, the smell of the salty air, the feel of the breeze against your hair, everything. 

Though you could not help but feel bored, nothing to do besides spar with your brothers who you knew were going easy on you. It irritated you to no end.

You took a deep breath, turning around to head back into a castle when you heard a deep petrifying screech filling the air. You swung your head upwards, seeing Vhagar, the largest dragon in existence, soaring through the skies over to… 

Why was he flying to Dragonstone? What in the seven hells?

You swiftly ducked to the side, the wind caused by the dragon's powerful wingspan, your hair blowing backward, you squinting at the wind slightly burning your eyes. 

Your eyes widened in surprise and perhaps a tad bit of anger, at seeing your uncle wearing a smug grin on his lips, sliding off of Vhagar onto the ground, his boots hitting the ground with a thump.

Your lips parted as a million questions swirled in your mind.

 Why was he here? Was he even allowed to be here? 

Aemond stopped in front of you, his singular dark violet eye twinkling as he roamed over your form. 

You just stood there, mouth agape as you were struggling on what to even say.

“You have gotten taller.” He commented cooly, his head tilted to the side as he continued to intensely stare at you, raising the hairs on the back of your neck.

A slight laugh slipped from your lips, an awkward sound as you shook your head, folding your hands behind your back.

“I would hope so, it has been years after all. We aren't-" 

“Children anymore?” Aemond interrupted, his tone now cold at the remainder of it, the air tense between the two former friends.

 “Yes, precisely which is why I am here. Where is your mother?” He questioned, walking past you, his shoulder slightly brushing against yours, his arms folded behind his back, but not like you do it. 

You do it casually, relaxed, he however, folded them in a rigid almost knightly manner cold and professional.

You let out a scoff at him brushing past you, before speeding up so you were walking ahead of him. This was your home so you were going to escort him not the other way around. 

You supposed it was fine for him to be here since he didn't seem to come with ill intent, but something about him speaking to your mother did not sit well with you.

“Why?” You finally asked after several moments of silence as you walked through the gates, glancing back occasionally at him, his face the same, smug grin on his lips that made his eye twinkle in.. unsettling ways. 

The last time you saw him he was bleeding heavily after stealing a dragon and nearly smashing your brother's head in with a rock.. so yes you thought his twinkle in his eye was unsettling and who could blame you?

“She is my sister. Is it so strange to speak with her?” He questioned, tilting his head once again as his eye roamed over you in intent focus. 

“Half-sister,” You corrected, “and you two have never spoken much before.” 

“Well, dear niece, I have something important to speak with her about.” Aemond let out a dry chuckle, his grin spreading wider across his face at your remark, there's the fiery girl he missed so much. 

“About what?” You questioned once more, crossing your arms across your chest as you spun around, standing in front of the man, preventing him from entering the grand entrance. 

“About you.” He simply stated before pushing past you, walking into the grand entrance, his expression smug.

Was he truly not intending on telling you what this important topic about you was about? 

You let out a scoff before following in behind him, entering the large entrance, seeing familiar stone walls alike the rocky surfaces outside of it. 

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Rhaenyra swiftly ran down the stairs leading to the entrance having just been informed of Alicent's son's visit, being alone with her daughter, her only daughter. 

Her brows were furrowed in rage at the audacity to show up to her home unannounced, had Alicent's son not learned any manners, or did that vanish along with his eye?

She took a deep breath, reminding herself to stay calm. She continued to rush down the stairs, seeing her daughter now in her eyesight. 

Once she descended down the stairs she folded her hands together, squeezing them as she kept her nerves at bay.

“Aemond.” She stated her voice cold as she stared directly at Alicent's son, keeping her face as stern and blank as possible.

“Rhaenyra.” Aemond responded, the grin now vanished from his lips.

“Y/N,” Rhaenyra called out, briefly glancing at you then the stairs, silently ordering you to your room, or at least upstairs away from him.

You gave a small nod at noticing her order turning to leave up the stairs, but not before she reached out and gently squeezed your hand before redirecting her attention back to Alicent's son. 

Once you were out of sight she spoke once more, “What is the meaning of this?” She questioned the boy harshly.

“I have come here to ask for Y/N's hand in marriage-”

“No.” She immediately responded, her features scrunching up almost in offense at the mere suggestion. 

“You once proposed Jacaerys’ hand for my sister, Helaena. How is it any different for Y/N and I?” Aemond questioned, keeping her tone measured and calm. 

Rhaenyra let out a scoff, faltering slightly at his words.

How did he even know about that? That was years ago.

“That was- Does Y/N even want your hand in marriage?” She raised an eyebrow at him in question.

 She doubted her daughter would still be fond of him after years of distance and at the boy hurling insults at her and her brothers. 

Aemond paused, his face stoic as he nearly let out a scoff but stopped himself, it didn't matter if she wanted his hand now. 

She was once fond of him and she would be soon again, all she needed was time, and if they were to wed she would have nothing but time. She would have no choice but to return his feelings.

Though Aemond could not just say that to Rhaenyra, he knew she would not have a good reaction to him wanting to force her into a marriage just for his own desires.

Perhaps he could mention the stolen eye of his like he did his own mother, but he knew she would not react well to that. What could he say.. to convince her?

 Oh gods, he should have thought this through.. or just snatched her when she was outside with him… Perhaps - no, he could not, not while he was inside with tons of guards lurking around. 

“No. No, and that is final.” Rhaenyra's words cut through his thoughts like steel.

Aemond swallowed thickly at her denial, reminding himself to stay calm, just stay calm… 

“It would bring the family together and as you know there is tension in court. I am sure having your daughter and I betrothed would lessen the tensions -” Aemond sucked in a breath once he was interrupted, biting back his annoyance. 

“I already have the Velaryons and I am the rightful heir, the court will soon fall back once they realize.” Rhaenyra stated her tone was measured.

“You truly think that would be enough, it would help bring us together if your daughter was wed to me.” Aemond responded, his tone calculated. He had no desire nor intention to help his half-sister's cause he just needed her to agree to give Y/N to him. 

Like she should have been the moment his eye was stolen, he should have had her by his side to ease the pain, the humiliation, but no she took her, she took the only thing that was truly his and he will get it back, by any means necessary.

Y/N. Was. His. Now and forever more.

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Little Sister reader sneaking out- Yandere! Greens

Female reader, reader, is Alicent's daughter

TW: Yandere, light possessive thoughts, mentions of being locked in a room, not explicit targcest

It had been easier than you thought to sneak through the gates without the guards spotting you.

 A simple cloak over your head and it seemed you could sneak past them with ease. It almost humorous to you, though you didn't suppose your family would think the same…

(Platonic) Alicent Hightower:

When your mother learned you were missing from the Red Keep she was furious, demanding you be found immediately.

For all her efforts to keep you safe, you decide to sneak out? To expose yourself to outside influences? She expected this from Aegon, but you?  Oh, she is furious 

Once you were escorted back into the premises, she would look over you to make sure you were okay before locking you inside of your chambers, keeping you there for weeks on end until you've learned your lesson.

Aemond Targaryen:

Aemond learned you had snuck out from your mother and he was furious, immediately going out to find you himself. 

Once he found you watching one of those gods awful plays he pushed himself through the crowd gripping onto one of your shoulders and spinning you around to face him.

 His singular eye dangerously narrowed as he stared down at you, intense as he stared not blinking for what seemed like an eternity.

“Well?” He questioned, raising a brow as he waited for your explanation as to why you were here instead of in the Red Keep where you belong.

Watching as you simply shrugged and didn't answer his question, he turned on his heels, pushing you forward in front of him, hand still gripping onto your shoulder in an iron grip as he escorted you back home.

“Walk.” He demanded leaving no room for argument. 

You didn't try to run as you knew it would only end up with you being wrestled to the ground and possibly a worse punishment from your mother, you knew you were getting when you were home. 

Though that didn't stop you from dragging your feet in slight disobedience.

Aegon II Targaryen:

Aegon had watched you sneak through the gates, raising a brow at your actions.

This was new. Were you in a rebellious phase or just bored?

He couldn't help but follow behind you, watching as you made your way into the city then turned onto the Streets of Silk -

Absolutely not. 

He may spend the majority of his time there, but you, you were not to follow in his footsteps, he could not stand the thought of men having their hands on you.

He rushed forward, his hand grabbing onto your arm and spinning you around,

“Where are you headed?” Aegon questioned, keeping his voice calm and nonchalant as he waited for an answer.

“To see a play..?” You responded, your voice confused on how long he had been behind you. You did not see him leave with you, so…. You supposed it did not matter. 

That response brought a wave of relief through your eldest brother, though he mentally chimed himself for thinking otherwise. 

Of course you weren't attending any of the brothels, you probably didn't even know what they were, under your mother's sheltering.

He released his grip against your arm, switching it to your shoulder, stirring you in the direction you were previously headed.

“Well then, I will join you.” He stated, following behind you over to the play, something about their family no doubt, though he hadn't been paying attention. His violet eyes focused on you and your expressions, your eyes twinkling in excitement as your eyes latched onto the stage. 

He felt his lips curve in a slight smile at being witness to your excitement, his fingers rubbing gentle circles against your shoulder. Once he finally glanced up away from your face, he spotted Aemond pushing through the crowd, before disappearing himself.

He did not need to be found with you on the streets of silk, already knowing what would be assumed.

Helaena Targaryen:

Helaena had not noticed your absence at first, not until she went looking for you to show you what she had embroidered just to find you were not in the Red Keep.

She would enter your chambers and sit down on one of your seats, waiting intently for you, already assuming your mother or Aemond would bring you back. 

Once you were back she wouldn't lecture you and would proceed to act like you hadn't snuck out at all.

She knew you were not in any danger or she would have seen it.. at least she hoped she would see it. 

(Platonic) Criston Cole:

Cristion would notice your absence from the Red Keep hearing your mother, Alicent demand to know where you are. 

He would accompany Aemond to find you.

 He would not show it through his stoic exterior but he would worry for you.

 He had a soft spot for you, viewing you as a daughter though he knew you weren't, but he had been watching over you and your siblings for you entire lives so it was hard not to view you that way.

Once he saw Aemond push through the crowd to reach you, he let out a sigh of relief. Though that relief would not last long when he caught a glimpse of your eldest brother, Aegon in the crowd.

What was he up to now?

He shook his head slightly, but decided not to pursue him that day, just escorting you and Aemond back to the castle.

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Honestly, Helaena's stronger than me. If I saw visions of bad things happening to my family, I would have gone mad before anything actually happened.

Like, especially if a few of my visions became real?? I would have been crazy

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Little Sister! Reader Scared of Storms- Yan! Greens

Female reader, Little sister reader

TW: Targcest, mentions of alcohol smells, slight yandere

Aegon II Targaryen:

The skies were dark and each blinding strike of lightning followed by the bellowing thunder behind them, made you flinch, wrapped in soft blankets as you watched the storm from your window, unable to sleep.

Several moments went by, your room lighting up briefly with every strike of lightning that lit the space up. Every bellowing thunder that seemed to shake the walls around you. 

Before you knew it, you had already vacated your chambers, your bare feet, padding against the cold stone floors down the hall, standing in front of your eldest brother's large chamber doors. 

You hesitated on whether you should go in or not. You had no issue when you were younger going to either your eldest brother's or your eldest sister's chambers when you were anxious, but now that you were older would that be considered proper? Would it be improper to-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the chamber doors creaking open, revealing your very disheveled and intoxicated brother, Aegon, the smell of sweet wine waffling off of him. 

“Y/N, you're up late.” Aegon commented, his voice still husky from sleep, leaning against the doorway, his lips curving in a knowing smile, gesturing you inside with his hand. 

Of course, he knew you were afraid of storms. Despite not paying too much attention to you when you were younger, he still always allowed you to stay in his chambers, by his side whenever you were scared. He could not deny when your face was so tearful.

Now that you were older you weren't tearful but he could still tell you were scared with the way you flinched every time the thunder rumbled out against the sky. 

Aegon followed behind you into his chambers, closing the door behind him, his violet eyes followed you as you plopped yourself atop his disheveled sheets, scooting over before curling up on his bed. You looked so fragile, with your brows furrowed, your eyes staring up at him, he had to remind himself not to attempt anything indecent, though he could not help to think about claiming you in every way. 

He shuffled into the bed beside you, slinging an arm around you, shaking his head from those thoughts. 

He knew they were wrong, that you were too pure for him, so he pushed those thoughts away, down where no one would ever discover them.

He pulled you against his bare chest, so you could feel his warmth, hear his steady heartbeat amongst the storm.

Helaena Targaryen:

Helaena's fingers slowly traveled through your hair, the touch soft and comforting as the thunder bellowed in the skies over the Red Keep. 

You were the only one that she felt comfortable enough to show small types of physical affection, though it was few and far between, but she did love to play with your hair, she often braided it when she had time. 

So she ran her fingers through her hair, twirling it around her fingers and playing with it as you lay beside her. 

The both of you were bundled in blankets, she let out soft hums, her lilac eyes gazing down at you, her younger sister. 

She could not help but try to peer into your future, slightly squinting her eyes, but she knew there was no use. She could not control her dreams, though she wished she could. She would give anything to know everything that could possibly happen to you. 

Aemond Targaryen:

Your shared chambers were dark, except for the brief flashes of lightning that lit up the room. Aemond could hear your shaky breathing beside him, growing heavier with each loud roar of thunder.

He let out a small sigh, sliding his hand against your shoulder, leaning down to press a chaste kiss against her soft skin, his other hand sliding into your hair, traveling through it in gentle, comforting touch. 

His fingers continued their gentle touch before starting to braid the strands together, in small loose braids. 

You could feel your heartbeat slow down to your baseline, your breathing slowing, becoming more steady. 

You slowly rolled over, snuggling into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso before slowly slipping into a comfortable sleep. 

Aemond wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you firmly against him, feeling a spark of pride in his chest that you, that his younger sister, his wife was in his arms, his bed and not anyone else's.

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holi me gustaria una solicitud para yandere aemond targaryen con una pariente lejana ella es sobrina lejana de viserys y cuando matan a su familia la acogen ella tiene rasgos valyrios la hacen verse como una hada es vegetaria, pintora tiene un cachorro solo que es el diablo acepta el amor yandere de aemond pero es peor que el dios loki es la replica de aerion llamabrillante porfiss y perdon que este algo largo

Female reader

Reader has Valyrian features, silver hair

TW: Yandere! Aemond, possessive thoughts, grabbing a dog by the scruff of their neck. Dog is okay

Apologies if I got it wrong, I am not a Spanish speaker

Request translation to English (Roughly): Hello, I would like a request for yandere Aemond Targaryen with a distant relative, she is the distant niece of Viserys and when they kill her family, they take her in. She has Valyrian features, they make her look like a fairy. She is a vegetarian, a painter, she has a puppy, only he is the devil. She accepts Aemond's yandere love, but it is worse than the god, Loki. 

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When Aemond saw you he knew he had to have you and when you so easily accepted his love it just made him even more possessive of you, though he did try to handle you with a certain level of tenderness especially after your acceptance.

He would wed you as soon as possible, wanting to claim you as his as soon as possible, so he could deflower you without dishonoring you. 

You having valyrian features would be perfect, no one would refuse such a wedding between the two of you, as it would strengthen the blood of Old Valyria.

He would not be intimidated with your puppy, he was a dragonrider, he could handle a puppy's tantrums. 

If the dog was bothering him too much, nipping at his shoes or pants leg, he would bend down and grab the small pups scruff of their neck, carrying it out to the garden for the time being.

 He would never hurt it, not when you cared so much for the dog, as long as you loved him the most. 

Aemond loves to walk behind you and just watch as you paint, running his fingers through your silvery hair tenderly as you did so. His remaining eye filled with such strong affections for the girl.

Though, you being a vegetarian would make him worry that you were not eating enough. He might try to convince you to eat some meat for the nutrients, but as long as you seem healthy, he would not raise a finger to force you to. 

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Little Sister- Yandere!Greens

Female reader, little sister reader, Alicent's daughter reader

TW: targcest, possessiveness, arranged marriages, mentions of violence, yandere, bastardphobia

Helaena Targaryen:

Helaena would spend the most time with you as you are her only sister. She would teach you how to do embroidery, being patient as you made mistakes. 

She would show you her insects and bugs, and would go out of her way to seek you out if she had not seen you that day, always wanting to make sure you were okay. 

You would notice her acting a little distant and irritable towards Alicent after the news of you being betrothed to Aemond. 

(Platonic Yan!) Alicent Hightower: 

Alicent would be overprotective over you, practically smothering. 

She would make sure you attended the church/cathedral (I forgot what they called their worship building in the show, forgive me) with her, and would push you into being faithful to The Seven instead of the old gods.

She would hardly let you out of her sight, making sure you were not spending time with any of Rhaenyra's children. No, she would not want those bastards to corrupt her sweet, innocent, pure daughter. 

If Rhaenyra even suggested marrying you to one of her plain featured sons, Alicent would immediately wed you to Aemond to prevent it. 

Though she would not make the same mistake that she made with Helaena and would make sure that you and Aemond waited until the appropriate age to consummate.  

Aemond Targaryen:

Aemond would be possessive of you, completely, especially after you and he were betrothed and wed. 

You were his and only his. It was like he had finally claimed a dragon that had not had a previous rider. 

He would absolutely loathe any of Rhaenyra's sons being anywhere near you. 

Why would those bastards need to be anywhere near you, his precious little sister?

He would have no issue making snide comments towards them, even goading them into a fight while sparring so he would have an excuse to beat them down and of course it isn't like Cole would stop him. 

He would be even more possessive of you after he had lost his eye, wanting- needing you to be next to him at all times.

You would be one of the main reasons he would train as hard as he does, to be able to protect you. 

Oh, and if you happened to be dragonless that would be even more reason for his possessive and protectiveness. You could not protect yourself, not without a dragon. Could not fight in any wars, but lucky for you he had the largest dragon and he would train hard enough so that you would never even have to lift a sword. 

Aegon II Targaryen:

Aegon would not pay much attention to you during childhood, too busy with other things to notice you, especially since you were the youngest and there wasn't much you two would have in common with the age groups. 

Though, he would absolutely help Aemond beat Rhaenyra's boys during sparring just for the principle of it. 

He would start to take notice of you after you were all older, he would notice how beautiful you were and wouldn't be able to help wanting to spend more time with you. 

He would occasionally run his hands up and down your sides,while you hung out, seemingly innocent, not long enough to cause suspicion, but definitely long enough to linger. 

He could not help but feel a slight jealousy at the fact that you were married to Aemond and not him, but.. he was to be king, so perhaps he could have you anyway. 

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Types of Yanderes they are

Female reader, yanderes,

TW: possessive behavior, mentions of groping

Aegon II Targaryen:

Aegon is a clingy and possessive yandere, you would barely have a moment to spare. He would be constantly around you, wrapping his arms around your waist, making sure you would not stray too far. 

Those hands would have a tendency to wander, pinching and fondling over your clothing, with no shame.

Why should he feel shame touching what belonged to him?

He would not allow you to leave the castle without guards with you, to prevent you from running away.

He might even try and wed you, despite already being married to Helaena, after all he had the conquerors name, could he not follow in his footsteps and have two wives as well?

Helaena Targaryen:

Helaena is an obsessive yandere, she would not crowd you, she respects your boundaries, but she would also observe you from a distance. 

She would leave you little gifts, some being rare butterflies, jewelry in the shape of insects, anything to share a part of her interests with you. 

She would notice little details about you that no one else would. 

You would have the most freedom with her as a yandere as she does not want to hurt or restrict you, she just wants you in her orbit. 

Whether that is just sitting in the same room as her, speaking with her, staying quiet as long as you're near she's happy. 

Aemond Targaryen:

Aemond is a possessive and a slightly impulsive yandere. 

He would want you all to himself and would not hesitate to swoop down on his dragon and grab you. 

Why would he wait? He had the largest dragon, who could stop him from grabbing you?

He would not allow you to leave the castle without him, he would not even trust the guards to escort you, no.

 No, he would not humor the thought of you growing close to one of them, if you wanted to leave the castle he and he only would be the one to escort you.

You would have the least amount of freedom out of the three with him. 

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Asking would they would love you if you were a worm

Gender neutral reader

Aegon II Targaryen:

“Would you love me if I was a worm?” 

The question would make him laugh at its absurdity, 

“No,” He would reply with a chuckle, grinning as he stared at you, his eyes flickering over your face to figure out why you would ask such a foolish question, “in fact I'd step you.” 

He then would take a swig of his wine, before adjusting his sitting position on the loveseat,

“Alright, perhaps I would rip you in half so I could have two of you.” He spoke, simply in jest as he beamed over at you. 

Aemond Targaryen:

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

Aemond would stare at you, his expression stoic for several moments, deciding whether or not to even entertain that foolish question. The silence deafening 

“No,” he would state bluntly, his expression never shifting, “your stupidity is astonishing, do not bother me with such questions again.”

Jacaerys Velaryon:

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

Jacaerys would let out a slight laugh at that question before ultimately playing along. 

“I shall love you even if you were a worm.” He would respond, shaking his head.

 “Though you would not be sleeping in my bed.” He added, a grin spreading across his face. 

Helaena Targaryen:

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

Helaena would glance up at your question, pondering it for a few moments before replying in her soft tone,

“Yes, I suppose I would.” She told you, her tone full of earnestness, taking the hypothetical question seriously.