#female prince Adam

[southernpeach13]

Have a pissed-off Adam

Y'all can decide on why she's angry

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Can I please request thiccc Aegon being obsessed with eating his wife’s pussy

Appetite

PAIRING: Chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader

WORDS: 1,102.

WARNINGS: female oral receiving, swearing, chubby!aegon ii, stomach riding, teasing.

A/N - apologies for the long wait. although this request was too delicious. hope you enjoy x

It was no discrete feat that your beloved husband, Aegon the Second, was known for his grand appetite.

As a young prince, suffering the constant scrutiny of the burden of high expectations, as the eldest sibling and the potential heir, Aegon sought comfort in the company of women, and most often food... With maturity, transforming from a scrawny figure, as his body grew so did his stomach. Much more portly and round, more visible softer edges and a pooling stomach that grew further out of his waistline, Aegon, handsome nonetheless, was a formidable figure.

And as his wife, it was your duty to uphold favors for your husband...

"Today could not have been more unbearable. This family of mine continues to prove to be a complete pain and bore—” Aegon cooly whimpers, his rotund body waddling its way towards you ever so slowly from the doorway, his familiar, heavy footsteps echoing between the stony walls of your shared chambers.

"Is that so? Does your Grandsire still talk your ear off in pursuit with talks of you being King? Has Cole worn you out with your royal training? Mayhaps you’ve grown lazy, as you spend more time shoving that pretty mouth of yours full.”

Aegon’s thick arms snake around your waist, pulling you inch by inch closer towards his larger frame, the warmth radiating from him. Your breasts press against his plump chest, pushing your cleavage upward, only a teasing distance away from Aegon’s face.

“Must you always tease me? You and I both know just how much you rather enjoy this pretty mouth of mine… Although, your absence was greatly felt today. I could not stop thinking about you and…”

"Hmm, and what, Aegon?" You seducingly whisper, your lips ever so lightly grazing against Aegon's plump mouth, as your grip tightens around his clothed, excess adipose.

"That pretty, tight cunt of yours."

With only a mutual exchange of beaming smiles and darting eyes, you found yourself comfortably sat atop your husband's curvaceous hips: feeling the growing stiffness bulging beneath his trousers, the more you shifted and pressed your aching cunt against it, the more it stirred. Earning a groan or two, Aegon sat shirtless, his soft, wife belly exposed, tits growing exponentially, you could practically hold them by the handful.

"Up, baby- I need you now. But turn around. We're doing this a little differently."

It took you a minute or two, steadying yourself with your back facing towards Aegon, as you carefully aligned and planted your exposed bare cunt onto his ravenous mouth. His lips felt moist against yours, although adamant on sucking, his latch was strong feeling his thick, warm tongue slither between your throbbing, velvet folds.

His deep moans, although muffled, were penetrable enough to hear, his grip tightening, a hand clasped at each of your thighs: you felt secure atop of him, as your husband kept you confined in place. Uncertain of your stance however, for this was a first, naturally your hands fell onto his meaty rolls, manoeuvring between the plump folds of his sides, and his ample tits.

"Gotten s-so, s-so big I can practically h-hold onto these t-teats to keep me s-steady, y-your Grace-"

"K-Keep it up, a-and you'll have the most g-gracious tits th-than all the m-maidens, I-I fear."

Your jaunts and jabs seemed only to heighten Aegon's lustful drive, his head pushing in further against your backside as his hands gestured your lap to fall deeper against him: his eager tongue delved deeper between your walls, gently biting at the tender skin of your entrance. Naturally, your nails clawed and dug deeper against the paleness of his paunchy blubber, leaving remnants of red marks to grow visible instead.

Your mind no longer coherent, felt senseless and weak in such a vulnerable position, whimpering for your husband, begging aloud his name, as your cunt began to ooze eagerly with your wetness. Hearing the messy, sloppy sounds as Aegon hungrily devoured and slurped at every inch of your cunt, savouring your delectable flavour, his grand appetite did not cease either in the bedroom...

"S-So fucking good- No craving in the world could appease me, only that of my wife's glorious fucking cunt."

Your elbows grew weary, your inner thighs trembling as the strength you mustered to keep balanced lessened: Aegon kept you secured against him, his hold unmatched you endured the feast he devoured of you.

"Now, my baby's turn. I bet this aching cunt is dying to feel this against her clit- Don't think I didn't feel you groping me that entire time. You love me being fat."

As you delicately shifted yourself to face Aegon, his stocky arms guiding you with assistance, you now sat atop his lap, gazing upon his handsome face, and the glistening, milky film that intoxicated his pouty lips.

"Taste it, my love. Taste yourself. Taste how divine you are, I can never get enough of it."

With impeccable obedience, your lips instinctively plummeted against Aegon's, his tongue remaining ever so keen, pushing through into your mouth, entwining with your own: a sneaky grin echoed across his lips pressed against yours, as you devoured yourself.

Preoccupied, Aegon's meaty forearms, had snaked their way once more around your tender thighs, lifting you gently upwards, nestling you atop his round, rotund belly. Your slick cunt leaves the residue mixture of your ooze with Aegon's own saliva, a glistening trail against the fleshy, fair skin of his prominent gut. Your pace slow, only began to quick as your steady breathing began to hasten with excitement. Your nails once more, digging into the soft flesh of his broad shoulders, claw marks like of some untamed animal, grew vibrant red in contrast with the paleness of his Valyrian skin.

"Mhmm- my beloved, you were so quick to taunt at how fat and round I have become and yet you crumble at the mere sight of me. Look at you, bouncing on this gut, as if you bounce on my cock. Need I grow fatter for you to accept that you relish in lying and mating with a fat man."

"A-Aeg- N-Not just any fat man... J-Just you, my G-Grace. I l-love you for th-this and s-so much more."

The natural friction brewing from beneath, a potent heat feverish against your inner thighs and entrance, against the portly double belly of your husband: feeling his fat meekly squirm between your folds was enough to ripen an excitement only your husband's cock could genuinely deliver. Falling into his cosy embrace, you shared the rest of the evening welcoming dusk in the intimate seize of your husband.

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[cleopatra-x]

The Garden (18+)

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x female reader

Summary | An heated argument in the gardens with your husband leads to something else.

Warnings | SEXUAL CONTENT - MINORS DNI; oral (f receiving), exhibitionism, spanking, rimming (f receiving), hair pulling, aegon making a small appearance

word count | 1.5k

Notes | The reader is a Martell but you may imagine her however you see fit. Please don't put a community label on this.

“You are unbelievable,” you grumble loud enough for him to hear, stalking away from your husband, to annoyed to be in his presence.

It’s been a year since you and your husband have been wed. Leaving your home in Dorne was not easy, but with time Kings Landing became your second home. Your marriage with Prince Aemond has been a dream come true. Despite him being cold in the beginning. He was always understanding of you, caring, and catering to your every need.

But sometimes he did things you hated. Like, making decisions without consulting you. The both of you are a pair, you felt you should be included.  

As you enter the gardens, you are greeted by the fresh scent of flowers and the sound of rustling leaves. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, the sky transforming into a canvas of vibrant colors.

You could hear his heavy footsteps catch up to yours, “Stop making a scene,” He gripped your forearm, causing you to face him.

“Let’s go back inside.” He attempts to stay calm, although you could tell he was ready to pounce.

You scoffed, releasing your arm from his tortuous grip. “It’s like you to back down from a fight.”

Not being able to stop your rouge tongue, your blood boiling at the fact that he’s always so calm. You wanted him to lose control.

He fixes you with a curious stare and tilts his head to the side, studying you intently as you stand there. “You want a fight?”

You can’t help but let your eyes wander his prominent Adam’s apple as he swallows heavily, framed by the shades of orange and red hat colored the sky. Whether it was just from him sleeping, reading, or doing basic activities, the very sight of your husband always made our stomach churn. You were obsessed.

Aemond takes a step closer towards you, and you put your hands on your hips, standing your ground. You glance around the deserted garden, knowing it was most inappropriate to be this close in public, even as man and wife.

“You are clearly aroused by this, my love.” His voice noticeably dropped an octave as he corned you.

My love. A static hot shiver slides down your spine. Your arousal seeping out of you, to trail down your thighs. You look down at the ground as a silent confirmation, suddenly not having the courage to look him in the eye.

His grin widens into that rare, arrogant face he typically reserves for when you're pleading for him in bed.

“Turn around” he commands, his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for your movement.

“Aem-,” you begin, your eyes widening in pure shock. Aemond was not the kind to do such things in public. Everything was saved for the privacy of your martial chambers.

He dares to take another step closer, your breasts now pressed up against his chiseled chest. “don’t make me repeat myself, dōnus riñus.” Sweet girl.

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, before turning your body away from him. Your chest heaved heavily at the thought of what’s to come. You could not believe that he would touch you where anyone could see.

You grip onto the wooden edge of a picnic bench; you knew that you should prepare yourself before he ruts into you.

You hear your husband drop to his knees behind you, causing you to turn your head to glance at him. His eyepatch abandoned onto the stone ground, the sapphire that sat in his empty socket, shining in the sunlight. You clenched down on nothing at the sight.

More often than not, Aemond would bring you to release with his tongue or fingers, but never from behind. You would always look upon his face. You audibly swallowed, opening your mouth to protest.

“Do I have to keep telling you, wife?” A slap to your backside caused you to let out a high-pitched, breathy whimper. You chew on your lip once again, before turning back around.

You feel him lift your dress up, settling it at your hips. Both of his hands grabbed your ass cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing you.  The wind grazing against your most sensitive parts had you whimpering. Your hips rolled against the air, seeking out any kind of friction. He groaned from behind you, squeezing your cheeks.

“You’re fucking dripping.” His finger ran up the back of your thigh until it ghosted over your cunt, collecting some of your slick. He popped a finger in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, making sure it was nice and clean. “Gods, I can’t get enough of how you taste.”

You gripped the edge of the bench, trying to compose yourself. 

Aemond slapped your bottom again, making you jolt forward. He placed a hand on your lower back, bending you over the bench. 

You let out a shocked moan the second you felt Aemond lick up from your sopping wet cunt all the way up to your puckered, brown hole. You squeezed your eyes closed, embarrassment flooding through you as you moaned loudly. It was always lewd when Aemond fucked you, but this was new and entirely improper.

A stinging slap was served to your backside, causing your eyes to snap open. “You know you like it.” Aemond mumbled behind you, the vibrations of his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“Aemond, please.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head just as the tip of his tongue circled your tight hole. Your husband is a patient man, he could tease you for hour on end, if he truly wanted. It was dirty and disgusting, yet you feel your stomach clenching from the extreme pleasure.

You were mewling freely now and attempted to sneak a hand between your soaked thighs to relieve the ache. Aemond slapped it away immediately, a silent warning to not do it again.

Aemond finally wrapped his lips around your pearl. “Oh- yes!” You reached a hand around and held into the back of his head, grinding your hips back against his exploring tongue. 

“Mm, mhm.” He couldn’t say much, but Aemond was showing just how much he loved the taste of you. Letting his tongue dip into your cunt for a moment before licking up towards your ass, getting it all nice and wet with his spit. 

Aemond was slurping, licking, and sucking. He was doing everything just right and you felt as if you were in heaven. You aren’t certain how he can much air with his face pressed so deeply against you, but you cared naught. Not when you felt this good.

The hand you had in Aemond’s hair pulled at silver strands. “So good, Aemond, so fucking good!” 

It was hard to keep your balance and not fall straight to your knees. The pleasure was growing and you could feel your release fast approaching, making your toes curl in your shoes.

Aemond knew you were close too, and he wanted to feel you spill all over his face. He pulled your folds apart and suckled your pearl back into his mouth, shaking his head side to side, letting his teeth barely graze it. 

Your pearl throbbed in his mouth as your stomach caved in, your wanton moans loud and clear for anyone to hear. You were humping his face, needing everything he had to offer.

“I-Im close!” You were afraid that Aemond would stop, edge you until you couldn’t take it anymore. But he let you speak, kept sucking at your pearl like his life depended on it, making obscene slurping noises. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and slammed your hand on the bench, spilling yourself on his tongue. It was taking its time running through you, letting you feel every bit of pleasure it had to give. “Fuck, fuck!” 

He drunk every last bit of your spend, groaning at the taste. “So delicious.” He spanked you again before standing on his feet again.

Your brain turned the mush, vision blurry, barely registering your husband’s words. Your thighs shook as he pulled your dress back down. He snaked his arms around you, helping you stand up straight.

Aemond wiped his mouth before pressed a loving kiss to your temple, parting his lips to speak.

“Yet, you call me depraved.”

Both you and Aemond turn to the unwanted voice behind you and you were met with eyes of his brother, Aegon.

A pang of cold sweat ran through you as your heart dropped to your gut. Has he been there the whole time? Did he see everything? Will he tell everyone?

You watched as Aemond’s lips pursed into a tine line. If looks could kill, you were sure Aegon Targaryen would be long gone.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Aemond seethed. “Before I kill you.”

Aegon drunkenly giggled before taking a sip of wine from his giblet. He turned his back not before mumbling, “Can’t even enjoy a stroll in the garden these days.”

You wished you could vanish into a hole at that very moment.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖆𝖒𝖇 𝖍𝖍 𝖃 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Prologue

Chapter 1 Chapter 3.5

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Once upon a time, a long time ago there was a glowing city protected by golden gates known as heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light, angels that worshiped good and shielded all from evil.

Lucifer was once, one of these angels, blessed with beauty and wild mind for creativity. But, he was also reckless, for his ideas while creative, were dangerous and could threaten the safety of heaven.

Soon, as the angels began to expand the universe, from the dust of earth they created Adam and Lilith. Equals, the first of mankind. But something went wrong, Lilith rebelled the orders of the angels and fled the garden.

Lucifer, soon found her, drawn by her rebellion against order, the two soon fell in love, a love not holy a love that went against everything heaven stood for.

The two rebels, not yet had their fill of their chaos and rebellion, turned their attention towards Eve, Adam's new bride. Lucifer and Lilith tempted Eve, with the apple of knowledge, and Eve was not strong enough to resist.

With this simple act of disobedience, evil finally found its way to earth, with it a new realm of darkness and sin.

As the council of angels tried desperately to maintain the chaos, they knew Lucifer and Lilith has to face punishment. As punishment for their crimes, Lucifer and Lilith were sent to dark pit he had created, becoming the worlds first fallen Angel.

Despite the angels best efforts, they could not completely rid sun of the world, Lucifer's and Lilith's damage had already been done. But the angels not letting their hope be lost, worked harder then every before to fix the damage Lucifer and his lover had cost in both heaven and earth.

The angels created judgement, each time a mortal soul would pass on from earth they'd be judged on the goodness of their soul. If they lived a good life, with no temptations to sin, they'd be granted the privilege to be in heaven. If a soul lived a life full of sin, choosing to follow after Lucifer and cause damage and destruction in their wake. They'd be sent to the pit full of darkness where such a soul belongs, hell.

Despite a new wave of sin, ramping the earth, the dream of a world without sin and a heaven brother than ever before, was passed down to the seraphim sister's younger brother. The prince of Heaven.

As the voice finished speaking, a hand closed the book titled 'The story of Heaven'. The bright gold and white adorned key, clutched in a dark greyish hand. She stared at the key, longingly before a small hand and a high pitched voice called out to her.

"Sera! Sera!" The little boy pleaded

"Yes, y/n?" The female Angel asked, as she placed the book down on her lap, the key transforming in a bright blue puff of smoke, into a white, three eyed, winged puppy.

A child sat not far from the angel, on a bed way to big and elegant for a 4 year old. 'Y/n' blinked, as the puppy nuzzled into the child's hand as it sat beside them. "Um...why?"

The female blinked, "why what?"

"Why did Lucifer go against everyone?"

Sera blinked, "Well, he simply got cocky thought he knew everything better than everyone else did" she replied.

"But...why?" Y/n asked again, frowning.

"Because, Y/n" she replied once more.

"But because why?" He repeated. Sera sighed, rubbing her temple.

"Y/n..."

"Why did Lucifer think he was better? Why did Lilith leave the garden? Did she think she was better than Adam too? But why would she do that? Also why did they give Eve the apple? Why did they-"

As the little boy went on and on with his questions.

The snow haired Angel sighed once more. Before she could could get Y/n to quiet down, she was snapped out do her thoughts by the door creaking open.

Sera snapped her head, over to the door only to see a familiar short figure, adorned in a similar dress like hers. The older female smiled, " Good evening, Emily. Nice of you to join us"

The said Angel smiled, "Evening!" She said enthusiastically. "I just wanted to check on how your mission to get Y/n asleep was going."

Sera groaned, "Not very well, as you can tell" she gestured to the boy who was still talking and rolling around in his bed, while Skelly, the dog, happily began to roll around with the child, only to roll a bit too far and fall off the bed.

Emily chuckled, "I told you, that book would have been too much for him"

Sera frowned, "I don't think it's funny, I just wanted him to know the story of our people, he's never too young to learn". Emily's smile dropped for a moment.

"Well, of course not but he's only 4 years old Sera. I don't think he'd be able to fully grasp all that information." She replied, "at least not in word form, let him have his childhood a bit more. I'm sure when he's old enough he'll understand." She suggests.

Sera pauses, thinking over her sister's words, "I suppose you're right."

Emily smile once more, before turning towards the bed where Y/n was still blabbering on about Lilith and Lucifer and such. "Now, how about we get him to bed."

Sera nods, "Alright, but how? I've nearly tried everything...I wasn't expecting children to be so hard to handle". Emily chuckles once more, "maybe he'd like a song? Oo! What about the Lantern show!"

The other angel rose a brow, "Are you sure, that'll get him to sleep? The lanterns are pretty bright." The shorter female pouted "Cmon' Sera! We planned the show specifically for him! We do it every year since he'd been born!"

At the mention of lanterns, the lamb boy perked up. "Lantern show! Lantern show! Can I watch it please please please!" He asked, sitting up right immediately.

Emily motioned over to Y/n "See! He wants to, cmon!". The taller Angel rose a brow, still a bit unconvinced. That's when the others decided to pull out their ultimate move.

Puppy dog eyes.

Emily and Y/n pressed their faces together, as they pouted,making their eyes as wide and as large as possible, dilating their pupils as they looked up at Sera. The said Angel blinked, trying to resist the urge to give in to such cute faces. She almost did.

Key word. Almost.

Then Y/n grabbed Skelly, and pulled him in between his and Emily's faces.

He was also doing puppy dog eyes.

Sera groaned, "Fine." She finally gave in.

Emily and Y/n grinned as they cheered, "Yay!" While Skelly barked happily. Sera shook her head playfully before smiling, "alright, alright come on"

She placed the book back on the shelf, before she leaned down and scooped Y/n into her arms. The boy smiled, nuzzling into her chest for warmth.

Sera smiled softly, at the affection as both her and Emily made their way out onto the balcony. They both sighed contently as the fresh air hit their faces.

The peaceful moment was interrupted by Emily squealing as she clapped her hands, "ooh ohh! It's starting!" She cheered, as Skelly joined in on her cheers by barking.

Y/n fixed his position in Sera's arms a bit so he could get a better look over the balcony. His eyes widened in awe as multiple "lanterns" began to be released by the other angels of heaven as they floated up into the sky.

They weren't actually lanterns, they were bits of heavy magic, the angels began to send to earth to spread a new wave of hope in the human realm. This tradition started, on the day of y/n's birth. But of course y/n didn't know that, he's only 4 years old after all.

Y/n turned to look up at Sera. "Can we make one! Please please!" He begged, jumping up and down slightly in her arms.

Sera smile, "I don't see why not"

"Yippee!" Y/n cheered, before he focused on his older sister's palms. As goldish hue began to burst from their palms, he watched in awe as two 'lanterns' appeared in front of them. The younger Angel smiled, concentrating on his palms as he closed his eyes in deep concentration.

Emily had to stifle a coo at how adorable her little brother was.

A little 'poor' sound followed shortly after, Y/n fluttered his eyes open to see a small little lantern, with a lamb symbol on it. "I did it!" He said, triumphantly.

"That you did" Sera said, smiling. "Good job"

"I wanted mine to be a bit bigger tho.." the youngest muttered. Sera patted her younger brothers head, as she restrained a laugh.

"You'll get there eventually"

"Let's send them off! Ooh! I cant wait any longer!" Emily whined, impatiently.

Sera rolled her eyes playfully, "Very well". All three of them held onto their lanterns, Sera rejusted Y/n so she was holding him one of her arms. In perfect synch, they let go of their lanterns. The siblings watched as they floated up into the sky, in a peaceful silence.

"Mary, did you know that your baby boy

Is Lord of all creation?" Sera broke the silence as she sang, in a elegant yet soft tone.

"Mary, did you know that your baby boy

Would one day rule the nations?" Emily joined in her sister.

"Did you know that your baby boy

Is heaven's perfect Lamb?" As they both sang, they joined in harmony, Y/n's eye began to feel heavy. He yawned.

As they sang, Y/n couldn't help but let his eyes drift down past the other angels of heaven, and towards the golden gates. "What about down there?" He asked, breaking the two out of their lullaby.

Noticing his sisters confused looks, he reiterated. "Down there!" He pointed past the golden gates. "Why don't we send lanterns down there? Maybe the demons just want a little light?" He says.

It was quiet for a moment, but Sera visibly tensed. "No Y/n," she said. "We don't send ourselves or our magic down there." She sounded stern.

"But why?" The lamb asked. "Maybe they're scared of the dark? Maybe that's why they're so bad, I'd be bad too if someone forced me to stay in the dark all the time! It's so scary! maybe if they saw some light, they won't be mad all the time"

Sera remained silent, as she did Emily began to speak up. "Y/n,...we don't worry about what goes on below, okay?" She says, she seemed a bit nervous.

"But why?"

"Because, we have our people to worry about" Sera spoke up once more. "We need to keep our people safe okay? We can't worry about the affairs of demons. You want to keep our people safe dont you?" . The child nods. Causing his older sister to smile, "good..now let's get you to bed.."

As Sera readjusted Y/n once more, Y/n nuzzled into her shoulder, but he couldn't help but look out at the sky longingly savoring the fresh air before the balcony doors shut.

If you think the name Skelly is weird for the dog, i don't blame you. Lmao, it's supposed to stand for skeleton key. That's all I could think of. If y'all have better suggestions lmk

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I am back again because I can not get enough of your writing (plz inject it into my veins). I would like to request for the kinktober Aegon ii T x fem!Stark!Reader with gif #4.

the kinks I would LOVE to see -

breeding kink

praise kink

innocence kink

I love love LOVE YOU 🥹💋

- @lovelykhaleesiii xoxox

KINKTOBER SLEEPOVER.

No. 7 -> GIF.

Aegon II Targaryen x fem!Stark!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; NON/DUB-CON, p in v, breeding kink, praise kink, innocence kink, loss of innocence, loss of virginity, female Reader

WORDS: 1.6 K

NOTES: Ahh, thank you so much for this request, Hel! I hope you like this. It was a good way for me to practice writing Aegon, but also made me terribly aware of how difficult it is for me to keep my stuff shorter than 1.5 K words. @lovelykhaleesiii

Regardless of how many times you had told Aegon that you were betrothed to someone else, his advances towards you didn’t falter once. Lingering glances whenever you crossed paths in the hallways of the Keep, subtle touches to your hand when he walked past or even bolder approaches at feasts – he was relentless. 

The thought of a charming, young prince of the noble house Targaryen pursuing you enthralled you, considering Tyland Lannister was not your betrothed of choice. With that in mind, you eventually gave into Aegon’s advances, but never doing more than tempt him with your words or eyes. 

The hour of the ghosts had been close to passing over to the hour of the owl when the adamant knock on the door to your chambers tore you out of your sleep. Grabbing the robe that hung over a chair, using it to conceal your body and nightdress to whoever disturbed you at this hour, you stalked towards the source of the sound.

Despite the uneasy feeling in your gut, you opened the door to be greeted by none other than Aegon himself, and with the lewd whispers of court you had heard about him, you were more than glad to be clad in the thick robe. He was charming, knowing what to do and what to say to get what he wanted, yet it was well known that he was promiscuous and one should not underestimate the things he was capable of.

Meeting his eyes, you practiced restraint, trying to keep the sense of modesty as you tightened the robe around your waist – until Aegon’s nimble fingers started to peel it off of you. 

And if there was one thing you had learned in the moons you had spent at court, it was that Aegon always got what he wanted, regardless of it being promised to someone else. 

“Prince Aegon,” you whispered, your wide eyes watching him, while your hands came up to stop him from undressing you. “We can not... we should not.”

Aegon just shushed, and in a matter of seconds, the gray robe fell to the ground. “Don’t fret, little wolf,” he drawled. “I shall not hurt you. I am just… curious.” There was a glint in his lilac eyes at the last word, betraying his gentleness. 

Your mouth opened and closed in silence, and he continued to open the small buttons in the front of your nightdress, his hooded eyes locked on his own fingers fiddling with the small knobs. 

“Ser Tyland… he–”

“Is a dull fool.” He finished the sentence for you, completely ignoring the tight grip of your hands on his wrists. 

His words caused you to gasp, however, you knew it was no lie.

Goosebumps prickled on your skin as his warm hands slipped past the nightdress, rubbing the smooth, warm skin of your waist. Only then you noticed how close he had gotten, hardly any space left between you. The tip of his nose dragged along your cheek, prompting you to turn your head slightly to chase his lips with your own. 

Aegon brushed his lips against yours, and you inhaled sharply at the faint touch, your first kiss claimed by the lips of the young prince. He kissed you slowly, coaxing you into opening your mouth for him with his tongue. The skill he possessed of doing this subtly enough you barely noticed, implied that he was not doing it for the first time – in contrast to you. 

The breath you released, when Aegon trailed his lips down to your neck to lick your pulse point, trembled, shuddering from how much so little effort already affected you. 

“P-Please… no,” you whimpered, yet you tilted your head up to grant him even more access to your neck. 

His following words ignored your silent plea. Smooth as ever, he fisted the skirts of your nightdress, lifting it over your head. “Let me help you,” he said, though you weren't sure what you needed his help for. Then, his big, pleading eyes flickered up to yours, gruff voice ringing out. “Just want to prepare you for the bedding ceremony.” Oh.  

Not one thought was wasted on you standing almost completely bare in front of him – not when you could watch him undoing the buttons of his raiment and the laces of his breeches. 

As every piece of clothing fell to the ground, you quickly averted your eyes from him, embarrassment coloring your cheeks – more because you were not sure how his cock was meant to fit than actually being embarrassed of seeing him bare. Aegon merely scoffed, before his head tilted sideways as he carefully examined you. “Undress for me and get on the bed,” he instructed, and the dominant edge in his gravelly voice made it clear you had no other choice. 

Everything that followed after that happened in a blurr, the aching between your legs so prominent and adamant, it drowned out your ability to think and act straight. 

Figuring Aegon was more the type of man that relished in letting other people do the work, it had started with you mounting him like a horse, allowing his hard cock to breach your maiden cunt. The acute pain was torturing, and with your first peak approaching not long after, your legs gave out. 

With his arms wrapped around your waist, he gently guided you to lie down on your side opposite of him. It was his doing that your foot was propped up on his thigh, making room for you to accommodate his still throbbing cock. His hand rested between your shoulders, keeping your body close to his, as that position soothed the uncomfortable feeling that took over your body after your peak subsided. 

“What a good girl,” Aegon cooed, and you keened at the praise. Each word of his, regardless if it was a grunt of ‘so good’ or ‘taking me so well’ quelled your inhibitions. 

When Aegon’s hand entangled in the hair at the crown of your head, yours reached to cup his cheek, fingers mindlessly caressing and rubbing his skin, enjoying the feeling of his light stubble beneath your sensitive fingertips. 

His cock was sheathed deep inside of you with each gentle thrust of his hips, and his ‘you were made to take my cock’ elicited a new wave of arousal to drip out of your cunt. The squelching sounds were lewd, and loud enough to be heard despite your heavy breathing and sweet cries of pleasure.

“I shall fill you with my seed,” he gruffed, which had you clamping down on him. “To put a child in you.” You couldn’t reply, and you couldn't even be afraid, not when he leaned in to drag his nose and stubble along your flushed skin while you arched your back each time his cock brushed the sweet spot inside of you. 

A meek hum rumbled in your chest at his words, not at all processing what he haid said and the repercussions it would bring. 

“You are taking me so well,” he praised, breath fanning over your skin. His hand from your back came up to grope at your breasts instead, nimble fingers teasing your sensitive buds. It made you whine in bliss, and the knot in your stomach you had grown to love so quickly tightened again. 

“And mayhaps, when that bastard is born with my hair and eyes, your dim-witted husband will realize that he has married a whore.” Him noticing would most certainly cost your head, and you were sure that, once you were in Aegon’s possession, he would lose interest in you quickly. 

Tears pricked at your eyes. The dragging of his cock, his lewd words, his gentle touches and the soaring pressure within you leaving you utterly confused. “Mhm,” you whined wantonly, tilting your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. 

Aegon had kept his promise, saying he would not hurt you and take it slow, but you knew he wanted more. It was your second peak tightening in your belly, and with the way your cunt was choking his cock, it was not long before he picked up the pace – rutting into you like a wildling.

“Peak for me,” the blonde groaned, accentuating his words with three, harsh thrusts that pushed you over the edge. A cry of pleasure ripped itself from your throat as heat surged through your body like fire, filling your veins. The second peak was even more intense than the first, and the clenching of your cunt tight enough to force Aegon to his own completion. 

You could barely breathe with Aegon shoving his length into you at a pace that had you whining his name. You bowed your head forward against his chest, making it easier for him to wrap both arms around your neck and body, while you milked him for his seed. 

Aegon let out a heavy groan, his thrusts faltering as he rode out his pleasure. He resumed his earlier slow and deep thrusts, until they stilled completely. 

His arms around your neck didn’t release you until you both caught your breath, and while you were surprised at the gentle kiss he pressed to the top of your head, the way he practically jumped out of your bed to get dressed juxtaposed any of his previous actions and words. 

“I shall find you on the morrow,” he said, fixing his attire before heading toward the door. “I am looking forwards to many more nights to come.”

[lacebvnny]

- Bound to you, among the flames -

Aemond Targaryen x Female!reader

Summary: Set after Storm's End. You are to marry prince Aemond Targaryen -the killer of your beloved friend Lucerys-, in the old Valyrian way.

Rating: +13, arranged marriage

A/n: Okay, I was pretty unsure to post this one. Keep in mind English is not my first language. Enjoy! Feedback will be appreciated 🥺

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Her feet sank in the softness of the damp sand, and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore tore her attention away from the speech of the monk standing next to her and her husband.

/Hen lantoti ānogar/

No, he wasn't her husband yet. This wasn't a customary wedding, at least not in westerosi tradition. Perhaps that's why the dowager queen let her dissaproval be known and refused her attendance that morning, forcing the solitude and the intimacy in the ceremony to stand out in the vast coast where Aemond decided it would be held.

She cursed him in her mind when the heaviness of her eyelids made the restlessness she had the night before become more evident, as the prince instructed her days prior that she should be present before the break of dawn.

There was a chill in the cold, morning brisk that made her skin shiver, and the flames coming from the fire holders surrounding them weren't enough to warm her.

/Va syndroti vāedroma/

Y/n felt ridiculous, out of place even, when she saw herself wearing the ornamented headpiece and the silky, oversized robe meant for her to use that morning. It wasn't at all what she expected, not in the least close to the frugality of the dress she would be wearing in the evening at the sept.

Isn't this meant to be used only by pure blooded valyrians?, she wondered, but she was well aware that wouldn't be a fact Aemond would let in into his obtuse, stubborn mind.

She even imagined how Aegon the conqueror and his sisters would turn in their graves if they saw them tanting the millennial ritual by binding a Targaryen with a puny westerosi. Hell, even Aegon -the drunkard- laughed his ass off when he received the news of his younger brother being wed to her in the old fashion.

/Mēro perzot gīhoti/

He wore the same muted robe as she did, but this time a heavily decorated eyepatch adorned his angular face, besides the relaxed smirk he had from the second he spotted her moments before she stood next to him.

It was unfair, she thought, how the dressing fitted so well on him, as much as she hated to admit.

The ancient outfit was meant to combine with his valyrian, regal features, and the statuesque demeanor he showed made her feel like a fragile and simple peasant, as if he was a prince who came from the Old Valyria to be bound with her for eternity.

/Elēdroma iārza sīr/

Y/n spotted the pink wine tint on their shoulders and immediately reasoned how it blended together with the warm sky above them, the same as the creamy soft color on the ends of the robe, just like the sand where they stood.

Oh, so this is why he chose the sunrise...

/Izulī ampā perzī/

The lady felt her legs quivering when the monk handed the prince a small knife, but then she recalled how the main point of the ceremony centered around joining their blood together.

Aemond turned to face her, with a reassuring look on his only eye, as if he knew he frightened her by holding the small, glassy weapon. He closed the distance between them and raised her chin with his cold digits as he lifted the dagger near her face.

Hearing him mutter a soft look at me, y/n felt a sharp sting on her bottom lip, which made her eyes water as the cold material left a fresh wound where it slid down.

The Targaryen traced her pillowy lips with his thumb, collecting blood to draw a small figure on her forehead with it.

She didn't understand what it meant, and y/n wished, if he was so adamant on being wed to her, that he could at least had the consideration of taking his time to explain to her the vows the priest spoke in that rich language of theirs, and the blood sigils they were supposed to mark on each other.

/Prūmī lanti sēteksi/

Before she could ponder on the strange words, Aemond grabbed her hand giving her the knife with a determined look on his face, expecting her to do the same to him.

She stepped closer to him and, much to her dismay, her trembling hands dropped the knife to the ground. Y/n felt her face burning with shame and heard a small chuckle coming from the prince standing in front of her.

Asshole, prick, jerk, accursed kinslayer. A whole cascade of insults towards him crescented in her mind.

Clenching her teeth with anger she crouched, swiftly picking up the instrument while holding her headpiece in place to prevent it from falling. She didn't need to embarrass herself any longer that morning.

/Hen jeny māzīlarion/

Y/n held the dagger tightly and she stood on her tiptoes so she could allow herself to reach the towering valyrian, finding balance gripping his upper arm and finally giving him the small cut on his lip.

Aemond had to lower his face for her to draw the bloody symbol on him, and she prayed in her mind she drew the correct figure as she remembered it was.

Once his hand reached hers to take the knife, the knot on her throat tightened almost constrictingly as she observed Aemond giving himself a long slash, feeling immediate nausea when she saw the sanguine fluid pooling on the palm of his hand.

She was certain Aemond probably knew she wouldn't have the courage to cut herself, and proved right when he extended her arm by the wrist firmly to prevent her from pulling it back.

Without warning, the icy steel bit her and y/n flinched in pain, choking a small whimper as Aemond put their hands together intertwining their fingers, almost as if he tried to comfort her.

Her blood mixed with his when her palm rested between his long calloused digits, dripping through the small spaces allowing them to be joined together in this old rite the prince insisted so much to carry out.

The seeping crimson liquid gave his usually cold skin an odd warmth, almost nostalgically so.

/Qēlossa ozūndesi/

The priest approached them continuing his chanting, offering her a wooden cup to drink from. Y/n inspected the small runes carved on it before putting it to her lips and taking some slows sips of what appeared to be spiced wine, with her tongue starting to burn fiercely.

It seemed Aemond wasn't bothered by the fiery sensation after his turn to drink from the cup, his usual calm facade remained intact.

/Syndroro ōñō jēdo/

His feet took a step closer to her, as she tried avoiding the intense stare from his one eye while he slowly leaned down to caress her cheek.

The soft stroke became a strong grip on her jaw, and the prince began closing the distance between them, placing his lips on hers, need and want emanating from the rythm of his breathing.

Much to y/n's surprise, the kiss was soft, slow, maybe too passionate for a religious ceremony as his mouth found hers with boiling desperation, forcing the hotness under her skin rush to her cheeks in seconds.

One of his hands kept her in place while the other found rest in her shoulder, gently tugging at her robe as if he couldn't wait to free her from it.

Nevertheless, y/n had no other choice but to return the kiss, closing her eyes and imagining the one kissing her was the sweet prince who spent his afternoons on the library with her reading about history, and not the murderer who plotted her dear friend's death.

/Ry kīvia mazvestraksi/

She heard Aemond groan softly in frustration when he pulled away, as if he had to refrain himself from claiming her mouth how he truly wanted.

When the priest finished his vows, they both stared at each other while the fires cracked vigorously before being put out.

Y/n was too well aware Aemond could see the fear and rejection in her eyes, unlike him, whose gaze was so ardent it made her shrink into a tight knot of nervousness.

- Our blood is bound together now, Rūs.- he expressed, a hint of excitement blossoming on his voice,- ... I will finally make you mine tonight.

The soft burr from his tone and the lascivous threat almost made her spun on her heels to run away.

- I won't allow you in my bed!- she replied with irritation.

Aemond only chuckled, wearing his usual stance with his arms behind his back.

-Hm... I will be your lord husband once the high septon anoint us with the Seven's blessings, so...- the prince dangerously leans over her, revelling on her anxious state.

I think I'll have the right to do as I want with you.

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Missing (Part 3) [Aemond Targaryen x Reader]

Warning: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON 1 EPISODE 10. Be careful!!!! And please comment with your feedback! ❤️

"I couldn't possibly-" you said, shaking your head violently, an incredulous smile on your lips. "I will burn to death."

"You must, sweet one," Jacaerys implored, the Lords gathered around the Painted Table nodding solemnly.

It was then that you turned to Prince Daemon. "I have no Valyrian blood in me, My Prince. How could I possibly even hope to bond with a dragon? Let alone ride it into battle?"

Threat of the looming war was now closer than ever.

Ever since Princess Rhaenys had flown to Dragonstone on Meleys, bringing the news of the death of King Viserys The Peaceful and the crowning of Aegon instead of the rightful, named heir, Princess Rhaenyra, chaos had erupted.

Queen Alicent and her Green Council had successfully managed to usurp the Iron Throne.

Ser Erryk had arrived to Dragonstone mere hours after Princess Rhaenys, carrying with him King Viserys' crown, the same crown Prince Daemon had placed on The Black Queen Princess Rhaenyra's head during her coronation, days after Aegon's coronation at King's Landing.

The House of the Dragon was now officially divided, ready to tear itself apart in the midst of war.

During the discussion around the Painted Table this morning at dawn, the topic of adding more dragons and dragonriders to the Black faction had arose.

Princess Rhaenyra had Syrax, Prince Daemon had Caraxes. Princess Rhaenys had Meleys while her two granddaughters, Rhaena and Baela had Morning and Moondancer respectively. Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey were bonded to Vermax, Arrax and Tyraxes respectively.

This brought the number of dragons on the side of the Blacks to an impressive eight.

The Greens, Queen Alicent's party only had three dragons for her three children, Sunfyre, Dreamfyre and Vhagar each bonded to Aegon, Helaena and Aemond respectively.

Even though the Blacks vastly outnumbered the Greens in terms of dragons, Prince Daemon and the young princes Jacaerys and Lucerys were adamant that more dragonriders were needed on our side.

You yourself had been a witness to Prince Daemon awakening Vermithor, a dragon once ridden by King Jaehaerys I Targaryen.

"We need more dragons with us, little one," Prince Daemon urged, the anger at his wife being robbed of her crown palpable in his temper. "You must try to bond with one of the dragons here at Dragonstone."

Jace and Luke spoke up in your support, trying to bolster your courage. "We won't let anything happen to you."

But it was when you looked at Queen Rhaenyra, who had just suffered a miscarriage of the daughter she carried, Visenya, you found your own resolve hardening.

It was the news of Aegon's coronation that had sent The Black Queen into an early labour. Far too early, leading to considerable blood loss and the birth of a stillborn baby girl, Visenya.

While your healing powers had restored the health of the Queen and brought her to her feet, she was stricken with grief over the loss of her sixth child and only daughter. Just a few days ago, you shuddered at the memory of how the Queen had wept and cursed as she bled during her premature labours. The tragedy had shaken all of you to the core.

You knew you had to bind yourself to a dragon, even if it killed you, for the sake of the Queen.

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Your years of studying and training in combat had done nothing to prepare you for this moment, as you stood within one of the largest pits of Dragonstone, staring up at the beast that slumbered before you.

A female dragon, the size of a mountain, she had scales of lavender interlaced with aquamarine.

"She's… formidable," you chuckled nervously, glancing at Prince Daemon, Jace and Luke, who stood on the sidelines, nodding encouragingly along with the dragonkeepers.

Steeling yourself, you slowly approached the dragon, reaching out tentatively with your palm.

"Dohaerās!" you called out, your voice echoing in the cave, awakening the she-dragon who looked at your comparitively miniscule figure with aqua coloured eyes.

"Dohaerās!" repeating the command with a determination in your voice that impressed you, given how much anxiety was gnawing away at you.

The dragon huffed, it's breath washing over your face as it raised its head.

Please don't open your mouth, you silently begged. Please don't burn me.

"Lykirī!"

Sensing the dragon's uneasiness, you attempted to calm it, but you knew that it wasn't listening to you. One wrong move and you'd be burnt till even your bones disintegrated. But you were desperate to bond with the dragon. You didn't want to disappoint the Queen when she needed you the most.

You stepped even closer to the dragon, right in front of it and all of a sudden, it opened its mouth, letting out the most thunderous roar that shook you to your bones.

"Dohaerās!" you commanded, yet again, undeterred.

"Stand your ground, little one," came Prince Daemon's advice. "Be firm."

Taking a deep breath, you kept your eyes focused on the dragon's.

"Dohaerās!" you cried out, your own voice echoing in the cave, almost as fierce as the dragon's roar.

The silence following your cry rang through your ears and you were certain that at the very next moment, you'd be burned alive by the irritated dragon.

You closed your eyes, bracing for the worst…

Instead, you felt the nudge of the dragon's head against your still outstretched palm.

"Gods be good, you've done it," Prince Daemon exhaled.

You opened your eyes to see the she-dragon bowing its head before you, a wild and unrestrained smile breaking across your face.

You had bonded with a dragon.

"Mount her!" Jacaerys shouted, rushing to his own dragon, Vermax.

"Fly with us!" Lucerys urged, already climbing Arrax.

Suddenly emboldened, you found yourself climbing swiftly up the dragon's back, patting it encouragingly as you gave it the High Valyrian command to fly. "Sōvēs!"

Laughing, Prince Daemon clapped his hands, moving aside as your dragon now rushed toward the exit to the cave, breaking all her chains in the process.

"What will you name her?" he asked between chuckles.

"I'll call her Aquerion!" you screamed back as the dragon spread its lavender aquamarine wings, ready to fly.

Perhaps your ancestry did contain a drop of Valyrian blood after all, you thought, exhilarated by the wind in your hair as you flew skyward, Arrax and Vermax flanking Aquerion on either side.

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While you spent your subsequent days training and honing your dragon riding skills with Jace, Luke, Rhaena and Baela, the Black Council made a decision to send envoys to the various powerful houses of Westeros, hoping that they'd swear themselves to Queen Rhaenyra's cause.

A raven came to Dragonstone, containing a message from one of Prince Daemon's spies in King's Landing that Prince Aemond had flown on Vhagar to Storm's End to secure House Baratheon.

This elicited a roar of laughter considering that Lord Borros Baratheon was a cousin of Princess Rhaenys and a staunch supporter of King Viserys. There was no chance that he would ally himself with the Greens, you were told. He was certainly going to support Queen Rhaenyra's cause, you were told.

You weren't so convinced, knowing full well that Borros Baratheon had four unmarried daughters. A betrothal to the new King's own brother could easily sway House Baratheon over to the Greens. And given that the Greens were not above usurping the Iron Throne from its rightful heir, you knew they were now capable of anything to secure their position in the approaching war.

As much as the idea of Aemond marrying a Baratheon girl perturbed you, you were even more disturbed when it was decided that Lucerys would fly to Storm's End as an envoy of Queen Rhaenyra.

Alone.

"My Queen," you begged the night before the morning of Lucerys' departure. "Please let me accompany Luke to Storm's End. He might need me."

Over the course of the years you had come to think of Lucerys as your little brother. Naturally, you had grown very protective of him.

"There will be no need for that, my dear," Queen Rhaenyra said, waving off your suggestion. "Luke is certain to receive a warm welcome at Storm's End. House Baratheon favours Princess Rhaenys and us."

"But, My Queen, Aemond will be there," you insisted in urgent but hushed tones. "He has no love for Jace, Joffrey and especially Luke since the incident at Driftmark."

"Dearest, are you questioning my decisions now?" she asked you, a brow raised.

You were suddenly flustered. "Of course not, My Queen, I was merely concerned about-"

"Lucerys will be fine, dear," she said, giving your hand a squeeze. "He is eager to prove himself and I've made him swear to the Seven that there will be no fighting on his end with that Aemond."

You bowed your head, agreeing reluctantly to her decision, an inexplicable sense of dread overcoming you.

The very next morning as soon as dawn broke, all of you assembled in the Great Hall to say goodbye to Lucerys.

"Don't fret, little one," Prince Daemon remarked, noting your concern. "Lucerys will be fine."

"Of course!" the boy said, hugging you tightly and giving you a bright smile before moving on to hug his mother.

As much as you wanted to believe it, something in your heart made you quite unsure, leaving you feeling unsettled as you watched Lucerys take to the skies on Arrax's back.

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Hours had passed with no word from any raven of Lucerys safely reaching Storm's End. He had promised you and Jacaerys that he would send a raven as soon has he landed at the Baratheon stronghold.

Prince Daemon had watched your mounting anxiety, noting how you did not indulge in even one of your favourite sweetcakes at breakfast that morning.

Jacaerys could tell by how distracted you were during your morning lessons with Maester Gerardys that you were still apprehensive about Luke. You paced restlessly through the hall while Jace studied High Valyrian with the Maester, before running to consult the great almanac that sat open on the stone table nearby.

"It predicts a cruel storm at Storm's End today," you read, murmuring more to yourself than to anyone else. "Gods, Luke…"

While you were almost sure that Lucerys could deal with Aemond well enough by himself as he had already done during that night at Driftmark, you knew that Aemond and a storm made for a rather difficult combination to navigate for little Luke.

"Maester, may I be excused? I'm feeling quite unwell," you said, placing a hand on your stomach to feign a stomach ache.

Jace eyed you with suspicion, not believing your excuse for a single moment but letting you leave nevertheless.

You rushed headlong down the corridors, making your way down to the basement of the building.

The armoury, I need a weapon, you thought, a plan already formulating itself in your head as clear as day.

Sneaking into the armoury, you found a vast array of blades. Swords, daggers, spears, bows and arrows. All fashioned from either Valyrian steel or Dragonglass.

You picked a sword you knew you would be able to wield, along with a couple of Dragonglass daggers.

Prince Daemon is out searching for more dragon eggs, you thought to yourself, running toward the dragonpit before quickly changing from your gown to your riding leathers. Queen Rhaenyra is abed, resting. Princess Rhaenys is tending to Rhaena and Baela…

You found Aquerion waiting for you, the gorgeous she-dragon having already anticipated your arrival with the sound of your footsteps. Perhaps you had gotten more close to your dragon than you ever realized.

Climbing up on her back, you mounted the supple leather saddle, grasping the reins in your gloved hands, looking around for any dragonkeepers guarding her nearby. There were none present.

"Sōvēs, Aquerion!" you commanded, your voice confident and crystal clear.

As you leaned down to pat your dragon as it charged toward the entrance of the pit, you knew that you needed to get to Storm's End and quick.

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Aquerion, being a mighty dragon had large, well-built wings, the wingspan almost double the size of her body.

She carried you swiftly up the sky and within a few hours of flying, if the change in landscape was any suggestion, you were nearing Storm's End.

It had begun to drizzle, the clouds growing thicker and more grey the closer you flew to your destination, a thin mist permeating the air. Hampering your visibility.

Wiping a stray lock of wet hair away from your face, you silently prayed that you'd reach your destination safely.

Gods, I only hope that Lucerys is alright…

You flew straight into the eye of the storm where the wind was whipping at you, the rain coming down thick and merciless. Drenching you to the bone through your riding outfit.

You were flying right above a ravine when a blast of fire cut through the storm.

Dragonfire.

Heartbeat rising tenfold, you turned Aquerion in the direction of the fire only to find a small dragon being violently pursued by a giant one.

Arrax and Vhagar.

Despite the rain and the mist, your eyesight allowed you to make out the silhouettes of their dragonriders, Lucerys and Aemond.

"There is a debt to be paid, boy!" Aemond bellowed, chuckling ruthlessly as he pursued Luke.

"Lucerys!" you cried out for the Prince, seeing him turn to see you and Aquerion approaching from the right.

Queen Rhaenyra's son shouted your name in palpable relief, seeing your much larger dragon arrive in the middle of the chase.

"Dracarys, Aquerion!" you commanded, aiming her dragonfire at Vhagar in an attempt to distract Aemond. "Fly away, Luke!"

Your dragonfire hit Vhagar's wing, a pained screech emitted by the old dragon almost shaking you to the marrow.

On Vhagar's back, Aemond looked bewildered, looking hard through the rain and fog to see who it was who had dared to attack him.

When he spotted you on Aquerion's back, for a moment in time, Aemond looked shell-shocked.

"Dracarys!" you roared yet again, sending more dragonfire at Vhagar, aiming at her head this time as you charged head-on at her with Aquerion.

Over your shoulder, you looked to see Lucerys staring at you with worriment etched on his face, even as Arrax safely carried him out and away from Vhagar's reach, to Dragonstone.

He was safe, you thought, the ghost of a smile gracing your own face as you became distracted for a fraction of a second…

All of a sudden, it felt like the air had been knocked from your lungs, your dragon, Aquerion colliding with Vhagar.

The momentum of the push was powerful enough to send both dragons plummeting toward the ground, their roars echoing in the skies. You clutched desperately at her reins to prevent yourself from being knocked off the saddle, bracing yourself for the impact at the top of a cliff.

Vhagar fell first, with a screech, Aquerion falling a few yards away from the other dragon with a pitiful whine.

For a moment, it felt like the world itself had been plunged into darkness, unconsciousness tugging at your senses, trying to pull you under to keep you sheltered from the immense pain you felt.

A broken arm for sure. Perhaps a few broken ribs?

You fell from the back of your dragon, collapsing to the ground before hesitantly raising a hand to your abdomen, feeling blood weep from a wound there.

It almost felt like a rush of energy, when you heard footsteps approaching you, making you rise shakily to your feet as you raised your sword.

"You would dare to raise a sword against me? Your childhood friend?" Aemond asked, his own sword now unsheathed, as he stood before you, bleeding from a gash on his head.

"You would dare to attempt to slay your own kin? Your own nephew?" you asked in retaliation, stepping forward, sword raised, should he attack, a hand pressing into the wound in your abdomen.

There was no chance in seven Hells that you'd survive a swordfight against Aemond Targaryen. But you weren't going to perish without a fight.

"I see you ride a dragon now," he said, nodding toward Aquerion where the poor beast lay in pain. Recovering from the fall.

"Which Baratheon girl did you betroth yourself to?" you taunted.

It was this that sent Aemond charging at you, your swords clanging as you held the blade up to defend yourself against his every swing.

Matching his reflexes as best as you could.

"Oh, wait," you sneered, between offensive blows of your own, blows that he dodged with ease. "You've been too occupied with your sister to take someone else to wife-"

With a roar, Aemond slashed violently at you, the blade of his sword cutting into the wrist of your dominant hand. Disarming you as your fingers let go of the sword from the sudden pain.

You cried out as he pushed you onto the ground with astounding force, straddling you with his sword now at your neck. The blade pressing into the column of your bare throat.

"Kill me," you urged him, the pain in your heart far greater than the pain from any wound you had suffered. "Kill me and be done with me."

Aemond looked pained, wrenching the patch away from his eye to reveal the sapphire underneath it. To show you who he really was.

"Do you truly think I would kill you?" he asked, aghast from your words. "Do you truly think so low of me?"

"You only ever needed me around to heal your wounds, to heal your eye. I was nothing more to you than my abilities," you said, your heart breaking at the pain you felt, your own eyes burning with tears.

How had years of friendship and affection come down to this?

Hearing him growl, you felt the blade vanish from at your neck as he threw his own sword to the side, his gloved hands finding your face.

"You were my best friend. The best part of my life," he said. "I loved Helaena but I loved you more, you fool."

He pressed his forehead against yours, a single tear from his own eye falling on your cheek.

"You were my solace, the only one who ever gave me true peace. When you left, I lost a part of who I was," he said and you felt your eyelids fluttering, your strength seemingly abandoning you with every drop of blood that gushed from your abdomen. "When will you ever understand this?"

Tears now felt freely from your eyes as you whimpered quietly, a sudden relief filling you at his words. For how many years had you ached to hear them?

You felt his own chest wrack with sobs, raising your bloodstained hand to touch his cheek underneath his scar. Mixing your blood with his, flowing from his head.

"You're hurt…" he said, placing his palm over your hand, his eye examining the huge bloodstain on your waist, terrified.

"But your children? With Helaena?" you asked, struggling to keep your eyes open.

He opened his mouth to speak but your mind tuned out the words he said, too exhausted and fraught to stay awake.

Seconds later, your world turned black.

Part 4

[thesithdiaries]

From the Vale (Harwin Strong imagine)

From the Vale (Harwin Strong imagine)

Pairing: Harwin Strong x female Targaryen!reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: spoilers for the show i guess, the bronze bitch lives and she's thriving, daemon is totally a girl dad and we love that

In the beginning, Daemon despised the idea of being married to Rhea Royce. He despised her and the Vale. However, they had to perform their duties as a couple and therefore, had to be together to conceive an heir. They were both against it, the thought of sharing a bed seemed so absurd and repulsive, yet it had to be done… a couple of times. 

Thankfully, it was successful. Lady Rhea Royce was with child shortly after. Prince Daemon proved to be a good father, trying to be involved as much as he was allowed to. Rhea was surprised, she initially thought he would leave the Vale once it was official but he proved her wrong.

Daemon flew to King’s Landing with Caraxes to get an egg for the child, because it was tradition to place one in the cradle. Rhea was adamant at first, about possibly having another dragon in the Vale but after she knew the child was a Targaryen and it was their right to have one. 

After a long pregnancy, Rhea gave birth to a girl. She only cared for a healthy child, so it did not matter if it was a boy or a girl. Daemon, to everyone's surprise, also did not care. He was in the room as Rhea delivered, he felt grateful that she let him be part of it since they had not discussed it before.

Something changed in Daemon’s heart when he first carried his daughter. He vowed to protect her from anyone and anything that would harm her. Y/N was the light of his life.

Seventeen years later

“My prince, Lady Rhea, and Princess Y/N have returned from their hunt,” a servant informed him. 

Daemon smiled, getting up to go greet them outside. He and Lady Rhea put aside their differences years ago, for the sake of their daughter, and it went surprisingly well. However, there is not any sort of sexual attraction between them, just deep care and affection.

When Daemon stepped out, he could see the yard had many deer and rabbit carcasses. Rhea looked clean and polished while Y/N did not. She always had fun during the hunts, not caring if she rolled in dirt or blood. 

“Darling, what did you do?” Daemon laughed. 

“Oh,” Y/N messily wiped some dirt from her face laughing. “One of the deers had me chase it.”

“She fell down a hill,” Rhea whispered to him.

“Mother!” Y/N gasped, feigning anger. “You promised not to tell.”

“Come on, love. You must change before we go with Carexes and Aelyx would let you near them in this condition.” Daemon softly pushed her towards the castle. 

“But I must prepare the deer-” she tried to argue but he laughed, still urging her to go inside.

After being bathed and scrubbed by the maids, Y/N was ready to continue her day but her father was waiting for her outside the chambers. “Darling, you have a moment?”

“Of course, what is it?”

“I received a raven from the king, he is asking for us to go stay in King’s Landing. I have not answered yet, but I wanted to ask you first.” Daemon always made her feel included in his decisions, communication was very important between them.

“Yes!” She exclaimed happily, earning an eyebrow raised from her father. “I mean, yes, of course, we can go. I would love to see Rhaenyra.”

Daemon gave her a knowing look. “Alright. I will write back to my brother. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

Y/N scoffed playfully, “I think mother is the one that should be saying that, not you.”

“I do have some authority around here,” he reminded her.

She kissed his cheek and said, “no, you have none.” Daemon threw his arm over her shoulder for a hug, laughing at what she said. It was true though, Rhea and Y/N never listened to him.

-

Daemon and Y/N arrived in King’s Landing a few days later, deciding to go travel with their dragons instead of going on horseback.

Rhea decided to stay behind, stating that she did not want to be around the king’s wife, which was understandable. They did have a significant confrontation a year ago and although there were no repercussions for her, Rhea did not want to do it again. The words “bronze bitch” were brought up but not for her, they were for Y/N. She did not care in the slightest but Rhea and Daemon were furious.

Rhaenyra and Y/N embraced as soon as they saw each other. Alicent felt a ping of sadness, since Y/N was her friend as well, but all that changed when she had to marry the king. After saying their hellos, Viserys went to speak to Daemon privately, leaving the girls by themselves. Alicent knew she would not be included, therefore she left without saying a word.

“Father told me you had to get married,” Y/N said, linking arms with Rhaenyra while they walked along the castle. “Is it true?”

The princess sighed, “unfortunately yes, it is.”

Y/N pitied her cousin, she cannot even imagine the type of predicament she has been in since being named heir. “Is there someone you fancy? You know, to at least make it bearable.”

“No, not a single suitor interests me,” Rhaenyra confessed.

“There are many handsome men in the Vale,” Y/N nudged her playfully. “Perhaps someone could catch your eye there.”

Rhaenyra laughed, nudging her cousin back. “I doubt it. Besides, father has been talking about Laenor.”

“Laenor?” Y/N stopped and gave her sister a grimace. “I do not think Laenor would approve of this union.”

“I know, but I suppose we both have to do this, it is our duty after all.”

“We could just go on our dragons, fly away to the Free Cities and eat only cake,” Y/N suggested. 

“Your father would throw a fit if he heard you,” Rhaenyra told her with a smile. 

They spent the entire afternoon talking, eventually resting in the Godswood. Viserys and Daemon were looking for them but decided to leave them be when they eventually found them.

-

Coming to King’s Landing usually meant Y/N had to act like a princess, to “please the people at court”, as her cousin says. She usually wears her riding leathers when she is back home, but now all she had were beautiful dresses her uncle had gotten for her.

Y/N got the idea to go hunting in the Kingswood. Rhaenyra, her father, and her uncle were stuck in a small council meeting, so she was all alone during the day. She wrote a letter to Daemon, instructing a Kingsguard to give it to him when he was available.

I went to the Kingswood to hunt. I will be safe. Do not come looking for me because you will scare away all the boars like the last time.

Love, Y/N

She did not have any appropriate clothing for the hunt. Y/N opted to wear a more simple dress so she would not ruin the one she had previously. It was still very pretty and it was “court-approved”.

Y/N walked through the stable getting everything she needed when she hit what felt like a wall. It was a man. He held her before she could hit the ground. “Oh, I apologize.”

“It is my fault, princess,” the man replied. Y/N looked at him, completely blown away by how handsome he was. “I was not paying attention.”

She cleared her throat, subtly looking around to check if there were other people. “You know who I am, but I do not know you.”

The man smiled, “Ser Harwin Strong.”

Y/N’s face was flushed, suddenly remembering his nickname. “You are the man they call Breakbones.”

“Men talk about me in the Vale?” Harwin asked, both surprised and amused.

“Some of the knights are still recovering from fighting you,” Y/N told him. “It appears the nickname suits you.”

They laughed for a moment. “If I may ask, where are you heading?”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. Why was she nervous? “Hunting.”

Harwin shot her a genuinely surprised look. “Hunting? By yourself?” She nodded, mounting her horse. “Princess, it is not safe for you to be alone in the woods.”

“I can take care of myself, Ser Harwin.” 

The man stammered, holding onto the horse’s reins before they could run off. “Princess, I insist. Let me accompany you, by the very least.”

“It is alright, Ser. I am very sure you have other things to tend to.” Y/N softly removed his hands from the reins and sped off.

Harwin stood there, bewildered. He had heard about the princess before, the knights he had met from the Vale always spoke so highly of her. According to them, she was kind and fair, always searching for a way to help others. What he did not know was that she was that reckless.

-

It was almost dusk. Harwin sat close to the gate, waiting. He could not get any of his duties done, the nervousness he felt was asphyxiating him. 

When Y/N walked in, Harwin felt that his soul returned to his body. There she was, dragging three boars as if it was nothing. She was covered in dirt and blood, her dress was ripped. Despite how worried he was, Harwin felt a sense of pride when he saw her in that state. She looked beautiful.

“Princess,” he called for her, his voice waiving a bit.

“Ser Harwin!” She greeted him back. “I thought you would be in your bedchamber by now.”

“I… I could not go inside while you were out alone in the woods,” Harwin confessed, and Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“Look at me, I am in one piece. The boars were not so lucky,” she chuckled but Harwin did not find the amusement. “It is alright, Ser. I have gone hunting by myself numerous times. I know what to do.”

Harwin did not know what to say. She did seem alright, although the blood on her made him think otherwise. The princess was staring at him with a reassuring smile. 

“I have to go get scrubbed down by the maids but perhaps we can speak later?” Y/N suggested.

“Of course, princess,” Harwin grinned.

-

Y/N entered her chambers, getting startled by her Daemon, who was waiting for her. “I thought you were going to sleep in the woods,” he told her, waving her note.

“Sorry, father. Lost track of time,” she admitted, itching her temple awkwardly.

“Is that all of it or were you just distracted by the knight that was speaking with you?”

They stared at each other silently. Y/N's face flushed instantly while Daemon smirked. Was it that obvious?

“I see things, Y/N. I know everything,” Daemon reminded her. 

“Now that you mentioned it,” Y/N felt nervous, what if he said no? “I was going to meet with him later, to talk. He seems like a nice man.”

Daemon wanted to make fun of her but decided not to, at least for that night. “A nice man to marry?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Father!”

“What?” He asked, feigning innocence. “Harwin Strong could be a nice match. Besides, you are prettier than the sheep.”

“Oh, gods,” she covered her face with her hands, feeling embarrassed. “I will let you know if it comes to that.”

“I will know regardless, you are very obvious-”

“Father, stop!” Y/N pleaded, making Daemon laugh.

//

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[1800-fight-me]

Bloody desire

Aemond Targaryen x Petite!Female!Reader

Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Explicit (somewhat rough) sex, the reader is described as small, and canon typical violence and misogyny

Word count: 3.4k

Synopsis: You are captured and held for ransom, will your husband be able to save you? 

Author’s note: I absolutely could not stop thinking about Aemond covered in blood from killing people in my defense so.... this is what happened sorry not sorry lmao 

Aemond Masterlist

It was only supposed to be a short trip to your nearest relative. 

Aemond had been adamant that he come with you but you promised him it would be fine. It was only a short trip after all and he was busy with his current duties, so it only made sense for you to go without him. 

You did miss him dearly the whole time you were gone, however. You couldn’t return home to him soon enough and your eagerness led you to cut the trip short. 

He sent you with ten of his most trusted guards and still it was not enough. 

You screamed as the men took you and killed every one of your protectors. 

They silenced you quickly with a blow to your head and you immediately lost consciousness. 

When you woke, your mind was muddled. 

You were thrown over a broad shoulder and the person that carried you walked swiftly. 

“Aemond?” you croaked out. 

You felt a wave of nausea and kept your eyes closed. Why did your head hurt so bad? You groaned. 

Perhaps you had too much to drink and Aemond was carrying you off to bed. 

A spiteful laugh you were not at all familiar with rumbled in the chest your legs were pressed against. 

You blinked your eyes open and as you saw that you were not in the halls of the Red Keep and instead in a forest, it all came rushing back to you. 

You screamed and kicked your feet and wiggled in an attempt to be released from the grip of your captor. You pounded your fists against the man’s back as you continued to struggle.

“Stop that now,” a gruff voice yelled at you and a hand smacked the back of your leg. 

You gasped in pain. 

“Let me go!” you cried out. 

Your stomach churned and threatened to relieve itself in the form of vomit. 

“Shut up,” said the man. 

“I demand you put me down,” you yelled. 

The man groaned and suddenly dropped you onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. 

“Oof,” you lost your breath as you landed harshly on your backside. 

You looked up in fear at the large terrifying man. 

“W-why have you taken me?” 

The man once again laughed, the laugh malicious. 

He looked over and you saw he had companions, all as rugged looking as he was. 

You counted six men in total. 

Fear nearly stopped your heart. 

“Well, we’re bandits that make our living from stealing from those who travel this road. And as luck would have it we stumbled upon something even better,” he said and the look in his eyes turned your blood cold. 

Some of the other men chuckled. 

Your breaths became shallow and quick. 

“You traveled with the King's Guards. At first we didn’t know who you were. You don’t look like a Targaryen, do you?” he sneered at you. 

One of the other men piped up, “But then I remembered. Prince Aemond recently got himself a pretty little wife.” 

The urge to vomit came once again. 

“So, Princess,” the first man spoke again, “we’ll present your ransom to the king and if it’s paid you will be returned safely home.” 

You didn’t believe him. 

“He’ll kill you all,” you croaked out, your throat dry with terror. 

“Who, the king?” one of them asked and they all laughed. 

“My husband, you dullards,” you snipped. 

They all laughed again. 

The man who was carrying you leaned down and got close enough to your face that you could smell his rotting breath. 

“He’ll never find us, Princess,” he crooned. 

You jerked back but suddenly two men were behind you and yanked you to your feet with a tight grip on both your arms. 

“Let’s keep moving,” he ordered. 

One of the men bound your hands together with rope while the other held your arms so you couldn’t fight against him. 

“Bind her feet as well,” the man in charge ordered. “I don’t want her kicking me again.” 

They did as they were bid and you were thrown over the man’s shoulder once again. 

They walked all day and well into the night. 

Though you didn’t walk yourself, instead you were passed between the men who all took turns carrying you, you were exhausted. 

“We’ll camp here. No fire,” the one in charge ordered and you were once again unceremoniously plopped onto the ground. 

“Ugh.” 

“You’re on first watch,” the larger one said to one of the men as he shoved on his chest. 

Two of the men pulled out more rope from a pack one of them carried and tied you to the trunk of a tree, the rope too tight around your stomach. 

“It’s not like I can run with my feet tied together,” you muttered. 

One of the men with very few teeth grinned at you. “Would you rather share my bedroll with me?” 

You shuttered and looked away. 

He laughed cruelly before he and his companion walked away. 

“Can’t we have a little bit of fun with her?” you heard one man complain to the larger man in charge. 

“No, you idiot. If we just ransom her we can make it out of this alive but if we hurt her…. the one eyed prince is a cruel man to his enemies, do you not remember the stories?” 

He nodded and sighed. He grumbled something else but you couldn’t quite hear him well enough to make it out. 

You let out the breath you were holding in relief. 

Once all the men but the one on watch fell asleep you finally let the tears fall as you looked up at the sky. 

You kept your crying quiet so as to not wake anyone or get the attention of the man on guard. 

You looked at the stars and wished you could make out Vaghar’s form in the sky. 

You yearned for the warm safety and comfort of Aemond’s arms. 

How long would it take him to figure out that you were missing? 

You could imagine his rage when he was told you had been taken, and found it was strangely comforting. 

Your prince was a protective and possessive man and had never let anyone hurt you. Violence was second nature to him when it came to protecting your honor. 

With your thoughts full of your husband, you finally drifted off to sleep. 

You were woken by a rough hand that shoved on your shoulder. 

“Wake up, Princess,” a gruff voice ordered. The way he spat out your title was in juxtaposition to the gentle and loving way Aemond always said it. 

“Ugh,” you groaned. 

Your back ached from sleeping sitting up tied to a tree. 

Gods, you missed your Aemond and the gentle way he would wake you on days when he had extra time. Long fingers he grazed up and down your skin as his perfect lips pressed to your neck. 

Your captor untied the rope that fastened you to the tree and you stood on tentative feet. 

“Let’s go,” the man said and you resisted the urge to snip something back to him. 

The day brought monotony, it was nearly the same as the day before, the men walked and you were carried.

You quickly tired of hearing their disgusting conversations and tuned them out as you thought of more pleasant thoughts, most of them about Aemond. 

As night began to fall you came upon a small cave. 

“We’ll camp here,” a gruff voice ordered. 

It was only large enough to fit a handful of people so most of the men camped outside. 

You pressed yourself against the rock, as far away from others as you could. 

There would be no running away tonight either, there were far too many men between you and the exit of the cave. 

Your wrists were chafed and aching from the rope that still tied them together. 

You settled and watched the men set up camp. 

You were grateful for the shelter from the wind that the cave offered but loathed that you could not see the night sky. 

There were no tears to shed this night, only exhaustion and the relief from your waking nightmare that sleep offered. 

In your dreams Aemond kissed you gently as he made love to you and reassurances dripped from his perfectly shaped lips. 

You woke with a start. 

It was still dark outside and you couldn’t figure out what woke you. 

Then you saw a dark hooded figure. The person darted swiftly from the cover of the woods and slit the throat of the man on watch before he could alert anyone. 

You covered your mouth with your still bound hands to muffle your gasp. 

The man looked up and your breath quickened as you recognized the sharp planes of your husband’s face. 

A razor sharp smile was upon his lips as he lifted a finger to them to warn you to stay quiet. 

“Do not look,” he mouthed to you as he shook his head. 

You nodded as tears filled your eyes at the sight of your rescuer. 

You turned your head and wished you could drown out the quiet but unmistakable sound of Aemond’s dagger as he cut through the men one by one. 

You whipped your head around as a man yelled out. 

“Shit,” Aemond muttered as he slit his throat as well. 

The three remaining men between you and Aemond woke and began yelling as they charged him. 

He pulled his sword from its sheath at his trim waist and engaged two of the men while the other lunged for you. 

You squealed as the man yanked you off your feet and against his body. 

Aemond’s attention darted to you and he snarled as one of the men took advantage of his distraction and cut his arm. 

He ran his sword through the man’s stomach and then kicked him as he yanked the sword out of him. 

He twirled and blocked the other man’s sword before he could put it through his back. 

The man holding you pulled out a dagger and held it to your throat. 

You quit your attempts to fight your way out of his arms as the cool steel brushed your skin. 

Aemond bested the man before him and looked up at you and your captor. 

His chest heaved as he glared at the man who held you. 

His lip curled in anger and disgust as he growled out, “Let her go.” 

Blood coated his hands and was splattered across his torso and face, even across his eyepatch. 

His hood had fallen off his head in the tussle and his snow white hair was mottled with the bright red blood of the men he had slain in your defense. His blue eye was molten with fiery rage. 

You whimpered softly with need to be in his arms. 

His eye flickered to you then back to the man with the knife to your throat who took a shuddering fearful breath as he took in the glorious savagery of your husband. 

“I will not ask again,” he demanded, his voice rough and low. 

“T-the plan was just to put her up for ransom,” the man stuttered out. 

Aemond smirked devilishly. “Release her and I will reward you with your life. An offer your companions did not receive.” 

“You swear it?” the man asked, his voice shaky. 

Aemond nodded slowly, his lips pressed together in barely repressed rage. 

“Deal,” the man said as he lowered his knife and shoved you towards your husband. 

Aemond threw his sword to the side as he stepped forward and caught you against his chest before you could fall. 

You looked up at him but his gaze was not on you as he held you tight against his body with an arm around your waist. 

He was still carefully watching the man across from the two of you while one hand was on the dagger at his belt. 

“Run, before I change my mind and kill you. Tell others what happens if anyone dares lay a hand on my wife,” Aemond said and the words dripped from his lips like acid. 

You watched your captor scramble away and when you turned back to Aemond his gaze was intense upon your face. 

He placed a large hand on your cheek and you didn’t care that he smeared blood on you as his lips crashed into yours. 

You melted into his embrace but he pulled back all too quickly. 

He rested his forehead against yours. 

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked and concern strained his voice. 

You nodded as tears started to spill from your eyes. 

He leaned down and kissed the tears from your cheeks. 

“Did they hurt you?” he asked softly as he took your hands in his and cut the robes that bound them together with his dagger. 

“No,” you said, and your voice trembled with emotion as he knelt before you and cut the ropes around your ankles as well. 

You ran your fingers through his tangled and blood soaked hair. 

As he stood to his full height again as he pulled you into a passionate kiss. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back deeply and desperately. 

“Aemond,” you whimpered as he ended the kiss.

He gently grasped your wrist and pressed a soft kiss to the bruise there. 

You rested your other hand on his arm and he hissed sharply in pain. 

“Oh I’m so sorry,” you gasped out but he waved your worries away. 

“It is nothing, truly,” he said. 

You shook your head. “Let me see,” you asked. 

He reluctantly shucked off his overcoat and let you examine the wound. 

It was not thankfully not too deep. 

“Hand me your dagger,” you said as you held out your hand to him. 

“Is the arm truly unsaveable?” he teased and you rolled your eyes but the small smile on your lips showed your amusement and he smirked triumphantly. 

You took his dagger, lifted your skirts, and cut a strip of fabric that was clean enough. 

“They did not touch you?” he asked gently as you worked. 

“No, they feared your retribution too much,” you said. 

You wrapped the fabric tightly around the wound.

“Good,” he said darkly, his voice low and dangerous.  

“That will work well enough for now,” you said and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Thank you, my love,” he said as he put his coat back on. 

“No, thank you, dear husband,” you said as you gripped his hands and tears filled your eyes again. 

“Shhh,” he said as he pulled you into his embrace again. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. 

“There is nothing to thank me for. You are mine and I will always protect you,” he said, his voice so full of love you felt another wave of tears overcome you. 

You didn’t care that you were now covered in blood as he was, the comfort of your husband’s arms soothed the raging turmoil in your soul that had been there for days. 

He held you and rubbed a hand up and down your back until your tears finally ceased. 

He pulled back enough to look in your eyes. 

“Let us go home,” he said. 

But you surged up and pressed your mouth to his, messily and hungrily as you intertwined your fingers in his hair. 

He groaned into your mouth as he tried to pull back but you used it as a way to tangle your tongue with his. 

“Need you to make me yours,” you practically begged as his grip on you tightened. 

He growled in frustration as his self control snapped and he backed you up enough that your back hit the rock wall. 

“You are never leaving my side again,” he groaned out as he gripped your hips and lifted you up. 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist as he used the wall behind you as leverage to hold you up. 

“Never again,” you panted and he kissed you, deeply and messily as he claimed your mouth. 

“You’re mine,” he said as his bloodsoaked hand roamed under your skirt and ripped your panties off, tearing the fabric. 

“Yours, yours, only yours,” you gasped as your fingers scrambled to unlace his pants and free his hard cock. 

“Are you ready for me?” he asked as you finally gripped him. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined and he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

He adjusted you slightly before he slid himself fully into your wet heat. 

You both groaned in pleasure as he filled you. 

“Tell me, little wife, did you become this wet as you watched me kill for you?” he asked as if he already knew the answer, his voice again low and dangerous. 

You whimpered in embarrassment as you hid your face in his neck. 

“Tell me,” he ordered as he punctuated his words with harsh thrusts. 

“Yes,” you whined and bit his neck to get him back for making you admit it. 

He hissed and placed his hand lightly around your throat as he brought your lips to his once again. 

You moaned as you clenched down on him as he continued a brutal pace that had you keening. 

“Fucking perfect,” he said through clenched teeth. 

You slid your hands to his arms and gripped the strong muscles there as he continued to move inside you. 

“Aemond,” you moaned as he hit the spot inside you that made you see stars. 

He groaned your name as you gasped. 

“Fill me, my husband, make me yours truly,” you whimpered as you neared your peak. 

He growled as he came and pulled you to the edge with him. 

You moaned his name as your release and his filled you. 

He panted as he pressed his lips to yours. 

“My perfect little wife,” he murmured as he kissed your tears, this time from overwhelming pleasure, away. 

He gently pulled out of you and placed you back down. 

Your legs felt unsteady as you attempted to stand on shaky legs and fixed your skirt. 

He chuckled pridefully as he watched you. 

You pulled him down for one more kiss. 

“I love you,” you said softly as you stared into his pretty blue eye. 

“And I love you,” he said as he took your hand and led you through the woods towards where Vaghar was waiting for the two of you. 

When you arrived back at the Red Keep, Aemond helped you climb off Vaghar’s saddle with large hands on your waist. 

Alicent was there waiting and gasped as she took in your disheveled state. 

Blood and dirt smeared over the two of you, the bottom of your skirt was in tatters, you surely looked as filthy as you felt, and though she didn’t know it you had no underwear and Aemond’s seed was sticky as it ran between your thighs. 

“Are you alright, my dear?” she asked desperately as she pulled you into her arms. 

“I’m okay,” you reassured her as you hugged her back. 

She pulled back to look at you as she cradled your cheeks in her hands. 

“Were you hurt?” she asked. 

“No, I am unharmed,” you reassured and it seemed she finally remembered to breathe. 

She reached behind you and grasped Aemond’s hand and gripped it tight. 

“I am so relieved the both of you are safe and home once again,” she said. 

“As am I,” you said and she nodded as she smiled at you. 

“Mother, I do believe my wife needs a bath and some rest now,” he said gently. 

She nodded and released the both of you. 

Aemond immediately wrapped his arm around waist and held you tight. 

It seemed you were going to be kept close and held tight by the Targaryens for the foreseeable future. You were happy with that prospect. 

Aemond led you to your shared rooms where a servant had already prepared a bath and left food out for the two of you. 

He dismissed your handmaiden and all others from your rooms. 

He carefully unclothed you and led you to the bath. 

“Get in with me,” you asked sweetly and he complied with a soft smile. 

With tender kisses and gentle hands, you scrubbed one another clean and he even let you wash his hair like you loved to do. 

Then your husband led you to the bed and pressed soft kisses to each bruise left on your body by the terrifying ordeal. 

Because he always knew what you needed, Aemond made love to you, slowly and gently. 

When you woke the next morning in his arms, content, safe, and sated, the terror of the previous days felt like a distant memory. 

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[southernpeach13]

Y'all know that song Perfect by Ed Sherren. That's their theme song

[blackterrae]

Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

Vinnie Hacker

Tiktokers

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Cruel Intentions

Burnt

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Nicolas Galitzine

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

New York Undercover

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James, PRETTYMUCH Bay(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

The Sympathizer

The Invitation

Jawbreaker

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

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[helloanthy]

🗒️ 24.04.2024 ⋅⋅⋅ 🥀

some notes for 20.09.2023 post and a separate cut out for utena because i spent a very long time rendering her ... the original concept i had in my head for this art was very different. it was just supposed to be a style study of this an official anime prop design art, and i'd thought to draw anthy in a similar pose across from her like in the shown version, but with her wearing her prince outfit from the manga. something something another form of female competition under the patriarchyyy stop pitting 2 girlprinces against each other omg etc (side note, how sick would it have been in an AU where akio made anthy fight against utena in the ring? like i dont think it would hav added more to the story or made it better really ... probably would've diluted the message to be honest ... but everytime i see that manga art of prince anthy i imagine some convoluted black rose arc AU where utenas dodging anthy getting her hair hacked off left and right like himemiyaaa nooo snap out of it this isnt uuu while anthys silent and dead eyed hahaha) but then after i drew prince anthy, the picture looked rather empty ... so i thought to add a few decals or borders in the style of the show & official arts but aaahh ... there was still too much negative space. i had to scrap anthy's prince outfit and put her back in her rose bride dress 😭 man !!! he cant keep getting away this !!! [blames akio the figurehead of patriarchy instead of taking responsibility of my own actions] which made me sad because i was pretty satisfied with the way i drew her pose and legs ! but i had to cover it up 🥲 ... the composition overall looked better though. and then after that it kept spiraling. i just kept adding more and more things until i lost control of this drawing and it plagued my WIP folder for months ... i dont want to try and connect all of it in words so ill just lay out all the pieces for you so you can connect them yourself. and you can experience my art thought process in fraction of erraticity and frustration as i experience it myself. this is a lot neater than what happened in my head though because i bothered to put it in order. honestly if i can make you feel a little bit insane trying to scroll through and read all this than i can make you understand how annoying my brain is when all i wanted to draw was utenanthy girlprinces fighting starting references & inspiration: utena prop reference sheet & manga prince!anthy

the tower & the lovers tarot

above: the lovers as depicted in the tarot of marseilles deck, tarocco bolognese deck, & tarocco piemontese deck the lovers (tarot card) wikipedia: The Lovers is associated with the star sign Gemini, and indeed is also known as The Twins in some decks. Other associations are with Air, Mercury, and the Hebrew letter ז (Zayin). In the Rider Waite deck, the imagery for this card is changed significantly from the traditional depiction. Instead of a couple receiving a blessing from a noble or cleric, the Rider–Waite deck depicts Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.

a.e. waite, the pictorial key to the tarot, part III, section 3, no.6: UPRIGHT: Attraction, love, beauty, trials overcome REVERSED: Failure, foolish designs. Another account speaks of marriage frustrated and contrarieties of all kinds a.e. waite, the pictorial key to tarot, part II, VI. the lovers: In the foreground are two human figures, male and female, unveiled before each other, as if Adam and Eve when they first occupied the paradise of the earthly body. Behind the man is the Tree of Life, bearing twelve fruits, and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is behind the woman; the serpent is twining round it. The figures suggest youth, virginity, innocence and love before it is contaminated by gross material desire. This is in all simplicity the card of human love, here exhibited as part of the way, the truth and the life. It replaces, by recourse to first principles, the old card of marriage, which I have described previously, and the later follies which depicted man between vice and virtue. In a very high sense, the card is a mystery of the Covenant and Sabbath. The suggestion in respect of the woman is that she signifies that attraction towards the sensitive life which carries within it the idea of the Fall of Man, but she is rather the working of a Secret Law of Providence than a willing and conscious temptress. It is through her imputed lapse that man shall arise ultimately, and only by her can he complete himself. The card is therefore in its way another intimation concerning the great mystery of womanhood. going off of the rider-waite tarot deck: the pictorial key to the tarot—biddytarot's interpretation of the lovers: UPRIGHT: Love, harmony, relationships, values alignment, choices REVERSED: Self-love, disharmony, imbalance, misalignment of values In its purest form, The Lovers card represents conscious connections and meaningful relationships. The arrival of this card in a Tarot reading shows that you have a beautiful, soul-honoring connection with a loved one. [...] The Lovers is a card of open communication and raw honesty. Given that the man and woman are naked, they are both willing to be in their most vulnerable states and have learned to open their hearts to one another and share their truest feelings. [...] On a more personal level, The Lovers card represents getting clear about your values and beliefs. You are figuring out what you stand for and your philosophy. Having gone through the indoctrination of The Hierophant, you are now ready to establish your belief system and decide what is and what is not essential to you. It’s time to go into the big wide world and make choices for yourself, staying true to who you are and being authentic and genuine in all your endeavors. At its heart, The Lovers is about choice. The choice about who you want to be in this lifetime, how you connect with others and on what level, and about what you will and won’t stand for. To make good choices, you need to be clear about your personal beliefs and values – and stay true to them. Not all decisions will be easy either. The Lovers card is often a sign that you are facing a moral dilemma and must consider all consequences before acting. Your values system is being challenged, and you are being called to take the higher path, even if it is difficult. Do not carry out a decision based on fear or worry or guilt or shame. Now, more than ever, you must choose love – love for yourself, love for others and love for the Universe. Choose the best version of yourself. Finally, The Lovers card encourages you to unify dual forces. You can bring together two parts that are seemingly in opposition to one another and create something that is ‘whole’, unified and harmonious. In every choice, there is an equal amount of advantage and disadvantage, opportunity and challenge, positive and negative. When you accept these dualities, you build the unity from which love flows.

the tower (tarot card) wikipedia: The Tower is widely associated to danger, crisis, sudden change, destruction, higher learning, and liberation. In the Rider–Waite deck, the top of The Tower is a crown, which symbolizes materialistic thought being bought cheap, downcast. a.e. waite, the pictorial key to the tarot, part III, section 3, no.16: UPRIGHT: Misery, distress, indigence, adversity, calamity, disgrace, deception, ruin. It is a card in particular of unforeseen catastrophe REVERSED: According to one account, the same in a lesser degree also oppression, imprisonment, tyranny (the wikipedia included a.e. waite's upright meanings, but i have no idea where they got the reversed meanings) going off of the rider-waite tarot deck: the pictorial key to the tarot—biddytarot's interpretation of the tower: UPRIGHT: Sudden change, upheaval, chaos, revelation, awakening REVERSED: Personal transformation, fear of change, averting disaster The Tower shows a tall tower perched on the top of a rocky mountain. Lightning strikes set the building alight, and two people leap from the windows, head first and arms outstretched. It is a scene of chaos and destruction. The Tower itself is a solid structure, but because it has been built on shaky foundations, it only takes one bolt of lightning to bring it down. It represents ambitions and goals made on false premises. The lightning represents a sudden surge of energy and insight that leads to a break-through or revelation. It enters via the top of the building and knocks off the crown, symbolizing energy flowing down from the Universe, through the crown chakra. The people are desperate to escape from the burning building, not knowing what awaits them as they fall. [...] The best way forward is to let this structure self-destruct so you can re-build and re-focus. [...] with a card like The Tower, you have no choice but to surrender to the destruction and chaos, no matter how unwanted or painful [...] After a Tower experience, you will grow stronger, wiser and more resilient as you develop a new perspective on life you did not even know existed. 

infant stars taken by NASA hubble used in the background overlay of akio's tower star birth | cool cosmos: Stars form from the simplest of building blocks - huge clouds of gas and dust that permeate the Galaxy. [...] While these big clouds of dust and gas lay dormant for many millions and perhaps billions of years, eventually some of them are disturbed. This can happen gradually, maybe caused by the approach of one of the Milky Way's spiral arms as it slowly sweeps around the center of the galaxy, or it can be a sudden event, like a nearby supernova explosion that blasts a shockwave through the cloud. Either way, a small increase in the pressure and density of the cloud forms knots in the gas and dust that eventually collapse under their own gravity, pulling more and more of the surrounding material in, and forming the stellar "seeds" known as protostars. From Protostar to Star: As the clouds collapse, they start to rotate, and, like a spinning skater pulling in her arms, each of these seed protostars begins to spin faster the more it collapses. The material falling towards the protostar flattens out into a rotating disk of dust and gas encircling the central core. The protostar warms up, as the potential energy of the material falling in is converted into kinetic energy, but it has not yet ignited to form a fully-fledged star. For the next few million years, the protostar's gravity pulls in more material from the surrounding cloud into its disk. That disk transports the gas and dust onto the protostar, causing the protostar to grow. The increase in mass causes the gravitational field of the protostar to increase and so even more material is pulled into the disk. The addition of more material, in turn, increases the gravitational field even further, pulling in more material, and so on, creating a feedback loop that keeps the whole process going. [...] The density and temperature of the protostar keep climbing higher and higher, until eventually the core grows to about one tenth the size of our Sun, and becomes hot and dense enough for hydrogen nuclei to spontaneously stick together to form helium, in a process called nuclear fusion. At that instant, the core ignites, and the new star is born. Meanwhile, in the disk, clumps of material have been forming, which are the seeds of new planets. These seeds sweep up material in the disk in a process called accretion, forming the planets of a new solar system. Once the star has started nuclear fusion, the heat and wind from the infant star begin to blast the gas and dust away, creating a cavity in the cloud. As more and more matter gets funneled onto the star from the disk, the star gets larger and larger, causing it to push harder and harder against the cloud and the disk, enlarging the cavity, vaporizing the disk, and halting the growth of planets.

deadheading (flowers) wikipedia: Deadheading is the horticultural practice of removing spent flowers from ornamental plants. Deadheading is a widespread form of pruning, since fading flowers are not as appealing and direct a lot of energy into seed development if pollinated. The goal of deadheading is thus to preserve the attractiveness of the plants in beds, borders, containers and hanging baskets, as well as to encourage further blooming. Deadheading flowers with many petals, such as roses, peonies, and camellias prevents them from littering.

[...] Ornamental plants that do not require deadheading are those that do not produce a lot of seed or tend to deadhead themselves [...] if the plant bears attractive seeds or fruits, deadheading is normally avoided

ladybird, ladybug, lady beetle: scientific name "coccinellidae" wikipedia: Etymology: [...] The common English name ladybird originated in Britain where the insects became known as "Our Lady's birds". Mary ("Our Lady") was often depicted wearing a red cloak in early art, and the seven spots of the species Coccinella septempunctata (the most common in Europe) were said to represent her seven joys and seven sorrows. Trophic Roles: Coccinellids act both as predators, prey and parasitic hosts in food webs. The majority of coccinellids are carnivorous and predatory. [...] Cannibalism has been recorded in several species; which includes larvae eating eggs or other larvae, and adults feeding on individuals of any life stage.

Defense: The bright warning colouration of many coccinellids discourage potential predators, warning of their toxicity [...] Species with more contrast with the background environment tended to be more toxic. Coccinellid haemolymph (blood) contains toxic alkaloids, azamacrolides and polyamines, as well as foul-smelling pyrazines. Coccinellids can produce at least 50 types of alkaloids. When disturbed, ladybirds further defend themselves with reflex bleeding, exuding drops from their tibio-femoral (knee) joints, effectively presenting predators with a sample of their toxic and bitter body fluid.

despite said being named after the lady virgin mary they are known to be promiscuous breeders, who's habits have been documented to result in epidemics of sexually transmitted infection in large populations, subject to various academic studies

lyric from lady oscar's theme song "the rose perishes beautifully"

ok there was more but its been like 8 hours it turns out trying to put my thoughts into words even if its just a bunch of copy pasting is even more annoying than just thinking them im ending this post 😭

[mrfanlow]

I'm writing this thingy in 2:20 am...

I wanna write ao3 fanfic about past- not so interaction with Captain Marvel and Diana Prince.

Like how we imagine Marvel to be a few billion years old and Diana being 5000 years, don't you think that they will meet up in the past somehow? I can easily imagine Champion of Magic seeing everything that happened to her, like her being created as a statue and always looks at it when she(I do think it will be female champion) walks past by it and when the statue gets hit by the Zeus lightning, Champion will be allowed to hold her and promising to protect her like themyscira lands and their people. Diana will hear the story of the Council of Wizards and their Champion when she's growing up. There must be some battlefield where they properly meet up and just talk...

Diana should have been 2000 years old or so, cuz after the Black Adam incident there wasn't Champion of Magic for 3000 years. So it's add up for her to be 5000 years old and be one of the trinity in JL. She will be suspicious of the new Champion(Captain Marvel aka Billy Batson) when he joins into their team. Captain just looking at her and remembering the detail of past life's how she was a little baby and that how she was so small in his hands looking at him with wonder, he giggles at that and oddly feel old.

I REALLY WANT TO WRITE IT ARGHHHH!! But I'm not really good at it and I need to read origins of the Wonder Woman and some shenanigans to add up the story. I already having full of bucket of Champions history and OC's for that.

Just typing this if anyone want to write something like this or I will eventually come to this.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Kindergarten au

School Play

Imagine that child record of ragnarok characters are fighting because female child reader is going to be a princess in the school play, and now the boys are now fighting because they want to be a prince

-For some reason your teacher had been rubbing her temples a lot, as she was planning on having your class perform a play at the next parent’s night, however, the only issue was that she was having issues deciding which play to do. She knew that she couldn’t do anything with princesses, as the others would all fight over you over who gets to be your prince!

-You brought this to the attention of all your friends, unaware of the reason behind your teacher’s anguish, as you asked them all their opinion on which play you should all do.

-You were all smiles when they all started saying they wanted to do a play with a princess, so you could be the princess and they could be your prince!

-They all started fighting about who would get to be your prince, not even choosing a specific play to perform, and you were frazzled, trying to get everyone to stop fighting!

-Your teacher had to pull everyone apart when they started fighting again, looking exasperated before you sat on her lap, looking at a book of fairy tales, trying to pick one that didn’t have a princess.

-Adam had his hand over his mouth, holding the camera up as he was recording the performance about a week later, watching your class singing Sweet Caroline, tears in his eyes on how adorable you were.

-All the boys in the class were banged up from constantly fighting over who gets to be your prince that it was decided you all would just sing instead.

-Your friends decided that it was worth it, getting to hear you sing and seeing you smile.

[drinix]

A Vow for Eternity

01 - Before it all began

Pairing: General Kirigan X Female Reader

Part 02

Warnings: None at all. This series encompass mainly romance, fluff, angst.

Summary: A Princess embroiled in an arranged betrothal to the most feared General Aleksander Kirigan, the leader of the Second Army in Ravka. Would this be a mere political alliance or something more than it meets the eye?

Bonus: I couldn’t stop listening to the soundtrack while writing this chapter.

General Kirigan stood skimming the map of Ravka which was laid down on an enormous table that ran almost half of the space in the room, immersed in his thoughts. The sound of firewood crackling is the only thing that could be heard in his dark-lit war room. The room was cramped with cabinets loaded with maps, artifacts, paintings, books and whatnot. Beside him was his untouched Kvas, in front of him, on the wall was a black banner showcasing his coat of arms, embellished with glittering intricate silver details, which depicted the Sun in Eclipse but not a single star was there to adorn it.

He had found his Sun Summoner whom he had been looking for centuries after making many endeavors. He had made sure to keep an eye on her every step of the way because he wanted to make sure nothing goes awry so that everything could be executed according to his whims and fancies.

His eyes rested upon the banner of his symbol for a while. “It feels empty and lonely, just as my soul”, He thought to himself. He was too adamant to admit that he was lonely in this world after spending centuries on his own.

General Kirigan’s train of thoughts was interrupted by subdued knock on the door.

“What is it, Ivan?”, the General asked in his husky voice.

“The King’s brother, Prince Richard is here for an audience with you, General”, Ivan replied. He was one of the General’s Oprichniki and most trusted soldiers.

General Kirigan knew why the Prince requested an audience with him that evening. Few weeks ago, the King himself communicated to him about his betrothal to the Princess Y/N, which was indeed considered as an emblematic union that benefited both parties by the King and his advisers with the intention of bolstering the alliance between the Grisha and the people of Ravka. Even though, the General didn’t have a speck of an hope to get married, it was not his position to defy the King. Whether he wanted or not, he was deprived of any choice but to concede.

“Ah yes. I was informed about this meeting. Don’t keep him waiting, Ivan.” said the General while fixing up his kefta.

Ivan opened the door for the Prince to enter.

“Moi tsarevich, it’s an honor to have you in my chambers.” The General bowed to the Prince.

“It’s pleasure meeting you, General. I wanted to meet you myself here because of the gravity of the matter I intend to discuss with you.” The Prince said glancing at Ivan.

“Ivan, you may wait outside” Ivan bowed to the General and the Prince and took his leave, closing the doors behind him.

“A glass of Kvas for you, moi tsarevich. Let me send a word to the kitchen to bring some refreshments for you” The General offered a glass of Kvas to the Prince.

“Thank you, General. No need for other refreshments. Let me cut to the chase.” The Prince uttered with a grave expression on his face. “ I hope you’re aware that my daughter will return to the Grand Palace on the day of the Winter Fete.”

“Yes. The King informed me about her arrival few days before” The General nodded in agreement.

“There’s something about her that others are not aware of, specially the Royal Family which puts her safety at peril” The Prince muttered, turning towards the General.

The General furrowed his brows. “ What is it, moi tsarevich? If it concerns her safety, it must be a grave matter.” Anything that would put his prospective bride’s life in harm’s way, would affect him as well, at least remotely.

The Prince stared at the fireside for a while, swirling the glass of Kvas. “This is a secret that should be kept between us, General. Otherwise, the Princess’s life will be at an immense stake”

“I give you my word, moi tsarevich. You have always been an ally and a pillar of support of Grisha.” General bobbed his head respectfully.

Your father had been supportive of Grisha in many respects for many years. He always believed that they should live in harmony without being downtrodden or marginalized. As a matter fact, he had played a integral role in holding discussions with the Fjeardan government on behalf of the royal family of Ravka regarding the Grisha held in custody at the Ice Court of Fjearda and even gone out of his way to help them escape from the Fjeardans. Therefore, your father was a well-respected royal by Grisha. You, his only child, well, there’s a saying that an Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

“ I trust you, General and you’re her fiancé. It is the reason for me to have this conversation with you” The Prince stepped closer to the General. “My daughter, Y/N is capable of wielding the powers of Small Science”

The General was astounded by what the Prince just said. He found himself dumbstruck for a moment as a pin-drop silence loomed over the room for a minute or two. He couldn’t believe his own ears for moment. A Grisha in the Royal family was such a rare occurrence. It had never been known for Grisha to have a Royal descent; A Grisha Princess.

“You mean, she is a Grisha, moi tsarevich?” General Kirigan broke the silence. There was a scintilla of uncertainty in his voice. “Was she tested when she was little?” The members of the royal family were hardly tested by Grisha examiners as the chances of a Royal being a Grisha was minimal. Until this moment, it was reckoned null.

“No. We got to know it few years ago, before she was sent to Ketterdam” The Prince added. “Now that she will be here, I want to ensure that her life is not at stake. I have heard many rumors about attempts to kidnap the Sun Summoner.” He paused for a while before uttering what he really wanted to say. “You will not, by any means, use her as one of your Grisha soldiers, General.” It sounded more as if the Prince was commanding the General, rather than engaging in a typical conversation between soon-to-be father in law and his son in law. “It will only transpire more chaos than what our family already has”

“You have my word, moi tsarevich. I’ll personally see to her safety concerns. She’ll be safer here than being at her home. Don’t worry” The General’s assuring words appeased the Prince’s doubts about your safety to some extent. “As far as this alliance goes, I don’t intend to make her one of the soldiers.” Besides, his focus was mainly centered on Alina Starkov in that period of time.

“It’s a relief to hear those words from you” The Prince placed his hand on the General’s shoulder. “Thank you, General Kirigan. From the day of Winter Fete onwards, she will be one of your prioritized responsibilities, in addition to, leading the Second Army of course” The Prince chuckled, looking at the war table which denoted the current positions of the army encampments.

“It’s my honor and duty to you” The General said reassuringly.

“Then I must take my leave, General Kirigan” The Prince walked toward the door with the General to his left side.

“ Looking forward to meeting the Princess, moi tsarevich” General Kirigan paused for a while. “Before you leave, do you know what order she belongs to ?”

The Prince turned back to face the General.

“An etherealki, technically.”

General Kirigan’s eyes gleamed as a smile settled on his lips.

The General sat on the edge of his war table after the Prince left. A prickle of excitement went through his skin, engulfed with impatience to meet the Princess. He was never fond of this alliance, until he heard the word that you were a Grisha, just like him which piqued his enthusiasm to see you and get to know you. The crowning glory was he was the first to know and nobody else in the Royal family knew about it. At least, he knew he didn’t despise the idea of being introduced to you.

There’s not any dull moment nor rest where youth and pleasure meet.