#the stormsender's daughter

[sunnyhvnny]

Sunny’s Masterlist

Updated; 7-11-24

Most of these include adult themes and contain extreme trigger warnings. So before you decide to send me hate messages look at this warning again.

Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Aegon The Conqueror

Yandere!aegon

Aegon kidnaps Martell Reader

Married a Widow who Favors Her Child From Her Past marriage

Yandre!Aegon In Love W/ Sister Reader Who Doesn't Feel The Same

Maegor the Cruel

Falling For Their Child’s Wet Nurse

Asking the reader's Father’s Hand in Marriage

Finding His Wife Pleasuring Herself

Giving His Wife Flowers

His Wife Dies In Childbirth

His Heir Looks Nothing Like Him

All of His Children Resemble Their Mother

Married to a Wife by who his Wife Favors her child from a previous marriage

Wife falls in love after giving birth

Roughly Breeding His Wife

Maegor's Naive and Bubbly S/O

Yandre!Maegor Loving His Sister But She Doesn't feel The Same

Wife Starts To Love Them After Having Their First Child

Maegor + His Nieces Wedding Night

Daemon Targaryen

Falling For Their Child’s Wet Nurse

Asking The Reader’s Father For Her Hand in Marriage

Finding out His Wife is Using Moon Tea

Yandere!Daemon

Finding Out About a Secret Child

Daemon with a Dom

His Wife Starts to Love him after childbirth

Forcing Himself on a Reader To Make Her Marry Him

Threesome with Aemond & PoC Female

Deamon + PoC spanking

Daemon Learning He Has a Secret Child From an Affair

Wife Starts To Love Them After Having Their First Child

Rhaenys Targaryen

Rhaenys Is Jealous of People Flirting With Her Lover

Jacacerys Velaryon

Finding Out That His Wife is Taking moontea

Finding out about a secret kid

Forcing Wife To Get Pregnant

What Jace really did with Lady Arryn in the vale

His Wife Invites her handmaiden into her and Jace’s bed

Jace With a Breeding Kink

Jace Learning He Has a Secret Child From an Affair

Jace's Twin Convincing Aegon and Aemond To Join Them In Bed

Jace and His Youngest Aunt's Wedding Night (Black Wins au)

Aegon Helps His Twin Seduce Jace

What Happened In The Vale

Aemond Targaryen

Falling for Their Child’s Wet Nurse

Asking The Reader’s For Her Hand in Marriage

Finding out his Wife is Taking Moon area

Finding out about a Sercet kid

Forcing Wife To Get Pregnant

Finding His Wife Pleasuring Herself

Aemond + Virgin Sister

Married To a Widow Who favors her Child from a previous marriage

Threesome with Aegon and Aemond

Going into Labor After finding out what happened at Stormsend and getting her pregnant again anyway

His Wife Starts To Fall in Love After Giving Birth

Yandere!Aemond reacts to a friend joining Team Black

He and His Sister are Into voyeurism

Threesome with Daemon & PoC woman

Aemond Learning He Has a Secret Child From an Affair

Aemond Taking His Nieces Maidenhood || 2 || 3 ||

Aemond kidnaps and impregnates Rhaenerya's Daughter

Yandere!Aemond Loves His Sister But She Doesn't feel the Same

Wife Starts To Love Them After Their Having Their First Child

Aemond Running Into a Childhood Friend Who Is Hot Now

Aegon Targaryen II

Asking The Reader’s Father for her Hand In Marriage

Finding out About A Secret Child

Falling For Their Child’s Wet Nurse

Forcing Wife To Get Pregnant

Finding His Wife Pleasuring Herself

Wife rides his face

Threesome with Aemond and Aegon

Yandere!Aegon reacts to a childhood friend joining Team Black

BDSM with Aegon

Throuple W/ Aegon & Helaena

Learning He Has a Secret Child From an Old Affair

Aegon + Commoner Lover || Pt.2

Aegon Breeding Rhaenerya's Daughter || 2 || 3

Aegon Loves His Sister But She Doesn't Feel The Same

Aegon Shows His New Wife SunFyre

Dad!Aegon || Pt. 2

Alicent Hightower

Yandere!Alicent reacts to a childhood friend joining Team Black

Helaena Targaryen

Throuple W/ Aegon and Heleana

Heleana & Tyrell darling

Helaena + Her Ladies in Waiting || Pt. 2

Helaena Running Into a Childhood Friend Who Is Hot Now

[myladysapphire]

My Lady Strong (I)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 1,645

CW: childbirth, Aegon being Aegon, Bullying, child abuse, fear of the dark, refrences to torture, loving parents, oc is described to have brown hair, streaked with silver and purple eyes

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen (can be read as x reader)

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disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire charecters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all charecters are his  except for my OC          

When Rhaenyra fell pregnant for a second time, she knew it would be different.

For the birth of Jacaerys, her pregnancy was followed with mass celebrations, house Veleryon showering her with gifts, proud that a child with Velaryon blood would sit on the iron throne. But after his birth, the celebrations ceased. Whispers swept through the court, questioning his birth. But after a few months, many came to the agreement it was his grandmother Rhaenys Baratheon’s blood shining through, she once looked more Baratheon than Targeryen and the child was merely taking after her.

But then she fell pregnant again, and though she was once more greeted with celebrations, the court held its breath.

One child born with the Baratheon looks was one thing, genetics was a mystery and it was pure chance he had brown hair and eyes.

But if this child too had the ‘Baratheon looks’ then it would all but confirm the rumours queen Alicent spun.

But that was not why Rhaenyra felt this pregnancy to be different, unlike her first pregnancy, she had different symptoms, morning skinniness, new cravings, and where before she had always had clear skin she was getting pimples and spots. She hoped for a girl, having always wanted a little sister, and now she would have a daughter. She had only ever imagined having girls, and though she was not disappointed at having a boy when the masters spoke of their predictions of it being a girl, she got a little jump in her step.

So, when she went into labour, whilst the court held its breath waiting for the legitimacy of her children to be confirmed, she held her excitement over having a daughter.

The day of her labour was not cheerful, the skies were grey and cloudy and when her contractions began rain fell from the sky, a storm from Stormsend having reached KingsLanding.

With the wind rattling against the windows, and thunder striking down from the sky, the family waiting outside, Viserys pacing the halls. Alicent biting her nails. This labour was tough, though Jacaerys birth had been easy, this had taken double the time his had, her screams, louder than even the storm raging outside. And when it all stopped the family feared the worse.

The young prince Aemond, only eighteen moons old had awoken, screaming insisting he is with his mother. Only to arrive just in time to hear his niece's screams and his eldest sister's laughter.

He rushed into her room, not even allowing time for his father to check on his daughter, before jumping up (as well as a toddler could) and sitting next to his sister insisting on holding his niece. Tired from the labour Rhaenyra agreed.

When her father and Alicent finally entered, they were quick to approach. Alicent caught a glimpse of black hair streaked with silver.

“A girl?” Viserys questioned, smiling down at the babe in Aemonds arms.

Nodding, Rhaenyra smiled “Aemma” she declared, causing a delighted laugh to leave Viserys mouth.

“She looks just like her, the Arryn genes are strong with her it seems, she even has your mother’s eyes.” And she did, Arryn blue eyes, not violet, as she had dreamed, but perfect.

She had attempted to take Aemma back from  Aemond, but he had not let go, simply smiling and babbling to his niece, his Aemma.

As the years went by Aemond continued to stay with Aemma, scarcely letting her stray from his sight, his hand always holding hers. Where one was, the other was always near. Being the only two without a dragon, his never hatching, and her own destroyed along following the storm on the day of her birth, they had the same lessons, with no dragon lessons, they were very rarely apart.

Aemma had grown into a sweet, beautiful, and intelligent girl. Her looks compared to that of her great-grandmother, Daella, alongside her sweet nature. She had an innocence around her, being the middle child and only girl of her mother, her mother wished to preserve the child-like wonder for her daughter, wishing to grant her daughter the childhood of being the heir and the only child of a king stolen from her. Aemond was all too pleased to keep her like this, wanting to preserve her wonder, her need for him. Though book smart, the sheltered life she lived kept her from the real world. She was even protected from rumours, though they still were whispered, all desired to keep her from them.

She was a kind girl and underserving of the cruelty of court, but even that did not protect her from her family. Alicent had always been fond of her, always allowing her near her children, being kind, braiding her hair and even commissioning gifts for her. She was close to Heleana, the pair, whenever Aemond left her alone, often found each other’s company. Aemma was one the few people to share her interest in insects, even going out of her way to collect any that she thought Heleana might enjoy. But Aegon and her brothers were another story. Aegon was a jealous person, envying his niece for the kindness his mother never found him, so he took it out on her.

When Jacaerys let slip Aemma’s fear of the dark, an idea struck him.

The black cells.

Aemma rarely slept alone, with Aemond often sneaking in and sleeping with her, hating the moments apart even when they sleep. When he was sick, they often slept apart, his fear of catching his illness, however little or contagious it was. And her chambers always had candles lit for when she did sleep, a reassurance that whatever lurked in the dark was stopped by the glow of a candle.

Aegon waited for Aemond to fall ill, for a time he knew she would be alone. And snuck into her chambers, her brothers by his side.

It was the dead of night, the boys aged 9 and 6 tired but willing to please their uncle, snuck into her rooms and carried her through the keep down to the third level of black cells.

Being a deep sleeper, she didn’t wake once, not even flinch when Aegon picked her up and then dumped her in the cells.

They had run off giggling, thinking it a brilliant prank, and a way to cure her of her fear, as Aegon put it.

They had thought it would be overcome morning, that she would wake in the dark before finding the door and leaving.

None of them expected her to be locked in there for a week, they did not know the doors were locked and only opened from the outside.

The keep was in disarray searching for her, neither boy spoke up, fear of their punishment keeping them.

Aemond was driving everyone mad, ordering and screaming for her to be found. He was normally a shy quiet boy, unsure of himself. But with his Aemma missing all that was left of him was a madman.

The rest of the keep was in disarray. All guards were on the lookout for the princess, searching high and low. She had completely disappeared, without a trace.

The boys were growing nervous, they couldn’t admit to what had been done and they feared the black cells too much to return and retrieve her.

Aemma had woken in complete darkness, she could even see her hand it was so dark.

She could hear screaming as if they were her own, but she didn’t notice, she didn’t even notice as she crawled forward in her small cell and pounded on the door, begging to be let out. Or as she threw her guts up after hours of screaming and pounding.

She did notice when it all went quiet. When even her screams stopped when the screams of the criminals being tortured turned quiet.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, there was no way to tell day from night.

She slept when she collapsed, her tears lulling her into a tormented sleep, her stomach empty and churning.

She had no food nor water, the dungeon master had no clue she was down here, and no one did.

 Not until a week had passed and Aemond dreamt of the black cells. She had refused to rest till she was found, but collapsing from exhaustion lead to his dream, leading his startling awake, and his racing to the cells. Ser Criston Cole was quick to follow him, though he did not care for the girl he still had a duty as a kingsguard. She was found after three hours of searching, three hours of Aemond shouting and ordering guards to search every cell on every level.

Ser Harwin Strong found her, he and her mother had, like Aemond, not stopped, fearing the worse, had not rested. When he found her she was sitting in the corner, head between her legs, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down her face. She was thin, with chapped lips, her face red and puffed with her never-ending tears.

She screamed when the light poured in, shuffling back into her corner.

“Aemma” Harwin breathed, before alerting the rest of the guard, Aemond came running over, taking her into his arms.

“Aemma” he cooed, taking her hand, she had flinched back from Harwin when he took her hand, but with Aemond she took it, and jumped in his arms, tears falling from her eyes once more. “it’s ok…it’s ok… your safe now” he spoke softly, stroking her hair.

Maesters were quick to attend to her, she was weak and dehydrated. And her mind was still in a panic. She refused to let go of Aemond, using him as a shield when her brothers and Aegon paid her a visit.

She never said who had done it, but her distance and new timid nature around her brothers and uncle was proof enough for Aemond.

But he couldn’t do anything, he was a victim of their bullying. Though they never did something similar or remotely as cruel again, Aemonds crazed state was enough for them to leave Aemma and him alone, at least until the pink dread.

a/n more of an intro chapter, half edited

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[arabellasleopardcoat]

request: Can you write a Persephone and hades type of story with Aemond and his niece. She goes to Stormsend instead of. Luke and gets abducted by Aemond. She gets married to him and Rhaenyra reluctantly agrees to not start a war if her daughter spends half a year at Dragonstone.

Dear anon, I have written you a monster. It will be up tomorrow (I want to iron out some details after seeing tonight's episode) I have called it Young Gods and I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it.

Update: It's up!

[in-any-universe-ever]

Aemond coming back from stormsend like: yes mother I did in fact get engaged to someone with Baratheon blood :D

Aemond: Technically I did what you asked

Alicent: I said one of Lord Baratheon's daughter's

Aemond: ....yes but which Lord Baratheon

Alicent: *facepalm*

Aemond: and gender is a social construct, Mother. It's 132 AC, get with the times

[loksthegreat]

Queen Visenya II and her daughter Princess Aenna I Targaryen in 141 AC

››Princess Visenya had given birth to 12 living children, 4 daughters and 8 sons by the time she fell pregnant once more in the year 122 AC amd gave birth to a daughter in the early moons of the following year. The girl, pale and small, was named Aenna, and in the following years many would compare her to the good Queen Alysannes youngest daughter, the winter child. Aenna was for fragile and gentle than her siblings, older and younger. She was soft spoken and easily exhausted, and while her sickly and smallish body seemed to see a swift recovery after being introduced to a pale violet and pearl colored hatchling, named Starsight by the princess, a certain shortness of breath and lingering dizziness after running or dancing to quickly never left the princess. Aenna was in need of reassurances and frequent attendance more often than any of her siblings, most of them sharing their mothers warrior like stubbornness and single minded determination. This however only served to bind mother and daughter more closely, after the disappearance of prince Baelor at sea and murder of princess Aerea in 120 and 126 respectively, Princess Visenya sent most of her young children away to be fostered elsewhere, but Aenna she feared would not be meet with the gentle hand she so needed and the princess could not bear to see her go. Instead the girl became her constant companion, joining her on dragonback, at court and in council meetings, a upbringing that supposedly served to further sharpen the skills in writing and diplomacy that the young princess would later display. When Visenya fought with her older daughters Alysanne and Alyssa later in live, after both girls had wed against the queens wishes in 134 AC, Aenna was said to have promised her mother to never trouble her with such harshnesses, she had already known her future then, to wed her younger brother Aegor, the sun to her moon and to di, as she did, at the age of 73, thrown from the cliffs of Stormsend after being held captive by King Baelor the Brights allies, an act that would lead to a brutal civil war lead by her husband prince Aegor, that would rage throughout the seven kingdoms and only find its end five years later, with the death of both King Baelor and the last of Visenyas children, Aegor, the last prince.‹‹ - A Bloodline of Dragons and Queens, 25 generations and 500 years of Targaryen women by Maester Rhaegel

[unohanabbygirl]

Your newest story!! Omg!!

Aegon I looking down from Targ heaven with Luke like…ye let’s wrap this up…our involvement in the long night is cancelled.

Rhaenyra and Helaena ending the same way on the spikes. Oh I know Alicent went from visiting her in her chambers every night (unwanted) to sleeping in Rhaenyras chambers long after she was gone.

I understand he needed to get rid of threats but now he won’t have an heir at all. I can’t imagine him taking well to anyone implying Luke can’t give him his heir however. So people are just waiting for him to die. Like the realm will tear itself apart to try rule after him. He really is mad.

Is Anne’s mam really still seeing Alicent as this paragon of the Seven and blaming Luke on aemonds shit?? The call is coming from inside the house sis. Alicent directly fanned the flames of this obsession. Luke was a corpse at the tourney right? Or is that pre-stormsend?

Do you see Lucemond as canon in this fic or is this delulumond in full force?

Thanks so much for sharing with us!!

Aegon I is so fed up after seeing each one of his descendants wiped out while the last man standing has lost his mind to such an extreme degree that he’s violating his other descendants corpse. Visenya is pissed off that Aemond’s gross hands are touching all over her sword and Rhaena is just like “damn, maybe we shouldn’t have come to Westeros.” Meanwhile Luke is sitting in the corner trying to figure out how all this happened? Rhaenyra keeps trying to console him but he’s too busy attempting to string together the events that led to his uncle becoming this damn crazy.

Babes, if Alicent was going to do anything she was going to seek Rhaenyra out nightly. Even though there came a point where Nyra stopped screaming and crying and just went radio silent until hearing the news about her last two babies deaths and deciding there was nothing left to live for. Alicent is so in love and exceptionally delulu just like her son that in her mind, Rhaenyra only jumped out of that window because she knew it would hurt her. Most insane mother-son duo in history me thinks.

The chances of Aemond having an heir are zero at this point. There’s not even a chance that Dany will be born to bring back the dragons because that dude isn’t laying down with anyone but Luke, you hear me? And its not even just because his shattered mind somehow thinks he can simply have a baby with Luke/refuses to cheat on his queen, but that no woman would ever sleep with him knowing what they do. They’d likely off themselves before they could even make it to the sept (very understandable)

Though this won’t stop his council from trying to work out something behind Aemond’s back. It comes to the point where one of his men is like “what if we drug him with an aphrodisiac and try to find a noble lady who’s willing to…you know? Then kill him after the child is born in secret? Twins are common for them so we might have an heir and a spare or a future king and queen.” But the idea is so outrageous with so many plot-holes and chances to go wrong that everyone just slowly begins to accept the war that’ll break out over the crown once Aemond croaks. Only thing they can do is hope they’re long dead once that time comes because the thought of another civil war is so draining.

In a last ditch effort his hand goes digging around with hopes that at least one of the deceased Targ men have a living bastard that they could legitimize but comes up empty handed. All Aegons died tragically, Jace was obviously too busy in Cregan’s company to go out and sire a child, Daemon only had Nettles who they can’t even confirm was his daughter + she’s been missing since the war, Daeron was a nerd who would rather pray at the sept, and Viserys could barely wipe his own ass in his last days let alone find the energy to cheat.

It’s heartbreaking when you think about because literally everyone, including Alicent is just waiting for Aemond to go to sleep and never wake up.

Lol, Anne’s mom is my favorite because she’s somehow more obsessed with Alicent than Alicent was with Rhaenyra which is such a hard thing to accomplish that she kinda deserves a medal?? Her character is simply an embodiment of parasocial relationships and viewing the monarchy as these figures who are above everyone else. Appointed by the gods and all that nonsense. And yes, the tourney was pre Storms end!

Hmmm, personally I see it as a mix of the two. Lucemond had feelings for each other (Aemond more than Luke) but never actually acted on them let alone reached the extent of what rumors suggest. Though certain points like them meeting up before the dinner failure to talk things out did happen but without the ‘making love’ part. However those are just my own thoughts because I intentionally left those details up to the reader.

Thanks babes, I always love hearing from you 🩷

[poorshadowspaintedqueens]

I can’t stop thinking about how stannis and robert were in KL since 283/284 when renly was around 6, and renly stayed at stormsend until he was 16/18 until he came to KL, besides the odd visit. So apart from the odd visit he had no one to properly family love and properly raise him, and his mother died when he was around 1. What difference to do you it would’ve had on renly’s personality and substance if he had a family member to have raised him for those 10/12 years? The “look at me” kid

I also got an ask about Stannis' misogyny, so I'm going to fold both of them into the same response because I do think they're related.

So, Stannis is a misogynist. That much is quite clear from what we see in canon. He's gruff with his daughter, cold and dismissive to his wife, and even when he listens to Melisandre, he's clearly resentful that he has to.

Renly is...also a misogynist, in his own way. He's carelessly dismissive of Brienne; while he's kinder to her than anyone else in the vicinity, he's also aware that she worships him and encourages that because it inures to his benefit.

Frankly, all three of them are misogynists. Robert is a serial philanderer and womanizer who views women as largely interchangeable vehicles for his own pleasure. Westerosi culture in general encourages privileged young men to think of women--especially lower-class women--this way. Stannis is clearly uncomfortable with his older brother's overt and exaggerated sexuality. Robert is the sort of person who makes everything about sex, especially if he's hanging out with just the guys. And given what we know about Stannis' other hangups--that he's not as charismatic as Robert, not as obviously martial (despite being a perfectly competent fighter), and simply not as loved--it's not surprising that he'd take a hard turn in the opposite direction and avoid women as much as possible.

We do get the impression from the ACOK prologue that Stannis wasn't always that way, and that the trauma of having to watch his parents die in a shipwreck with no way of saving them shaped his inability to form emotional connections. Other than Maester Cressen and Ser Cortnay Penrose, Stannis' next father figure would have been Robert, so he's got no way of getting any sort of positive view of women after losing his mother. Even at court, the woman he probably interacts the most with is Cersei, and she exemplifies everything he already hates.

As for Renly, he at least has Robert's charisma and ability to attract people to him, and everyone indulges him for it much the way they do Robert. I'm willing to bet that both Cressen and Penrose heave sighs of relief when Renly isn't impregnating every servant girl in Storm's End as a teenager, so much so that they don't notice that he's selfish and egotistical and thoughtless enough to claim a throne for the lulz. Stannis is the outlier, he can see this on both ends, and the resentment just builds over the years until it becomes insurmountable.

[marvelita85]

You were in rage you didn't want to believe it but it was true, Alicent and that C*nt Hightower has put Aegon in the throne

- we need to go and make them pay for this treason

- y/n our father wouldnt have want this, they have dragons too

- three we have more, besides only Vaghar and Sunfire i doubt Helaena would rise with her dragon to war, Caraxes and Darkshadow, Mealys

- and you will have to go against your brothers... only 2 dragons know about war and they have one of them

- he is an usurper and i dont have love for Aegon i never did

- Im not talking about Aegon sister... - you looked away knowing who she was refering too but no matter whst you felt about Aemond your mind and hesrt will always be with Rhaenyra

When Jacaerys and Lucerys offered themself to go send the mesage of the queen and their alligence you would fly too

-I'll go to Arryn, our mother was an Arryn they will be on our side, Lord Corlys Velaryon appeared and to your surpise declare to your sister full suport of the fleet and Drifmark was an ally

You saw your sister saying goodbye to her sons

- you take care of youselfs and Im not your mother so just come and hug me - Luke and Jace huged you and you close your eyes smiling - I'll see you when you come back... you flew part of the jorney with Jace, Vermax and Shadow together till you part ways

You werent there and it pained you but that pain soon become rage and you left Arryn when tou heard from your uncle that Like was dead and by the hand of tour brother who was too in stormend

He was flying with Vaghar when you appeared in the sky, he couldnt see you but he saw your dragon and even Vaghar was bigger Darkshadow was faster and deadlyyou turn knowing he would follow, you were ready to go and light king's landing up but you hesrd your sister when drsgon's go to war everything burn

- is it true? -you asked looking at him walking to you Vaghar was at a distance ftom Shadow and his footsteps heavy on the sand

- it was not on purpose... it was an accident...

- was it? - you hold your sword to his chest - tell me the truth Aemond... you killed Lucerys...

- it was Vaghar I coulnt make her respond to me... please sister you have to believe me...

- you coulnt control her...what were you doing in stormsend?

- to close a deal with Borros Baratheon...for my brother...

- so I imagine Lord Borros offered you one of his daughters?

- how would you know that...

- I just know... go and marry the whore of Stomsend, next time we see eachother again... we will be enemies and as you took my nephew's life for your eye, Im going to take yours

- you cant hurt me as much as I cant hurt you...

- you did hurt me, you never though about what would Luke's death mean to me to Rhaenyra's... in means war

- we can leave... to Essos... together...

- is too late for that Aemond... our desteny is already ser in motion... and I will probably die but I swear to you the Hightowers will desapear from this world and no memory of them will remain you make sure you tell your f*cking grandfather that he will be the first

- it didnt have to be this way... we could have been married and happy

- we could have, keep the blood pure as Targaryen do... but you are only half Targaryen and I cant marry my enemy - Aemond has an anguish look losing you was the last he would have wanted but for you Luke was the draw line you flew away from the beach leaving Aemond behind but your rage was somuch and flew over the plantations of kingslanding...

- dracarys... - you set them on fire and if they wanted a sign that you were saying the truth... now they knew

[writingsofwesteros]

So a bit of something angsty and happy. Fair warning it's really long🙈but super fluffy in my opinion. Hopefully you actually get all cause I made myself sad writing them out😅. When y/n and Robert are old and have seen all of their children and grandchildren happy, Robert knows his time is coming cause he feels like he's getting weaker. He collapses one day and they take him to his room to let him rest. He asks y/n to lie down with him and they speak about their life and even though it was hard at first they enjoyed it and how stormsend would always be their "little paradise" as it's where they started and wanted to stay but life had other plans. She's lying with her head on his chest and he tells her he loves her, she actually says "I love you" with tears in her eyes and hears his heart slow as he takes his last breath with a smile on his face. She let's out a gut wrenching scream as she cries. Rogan and his siblings run in and have to pry her of him as the maester confirms the king is dead and Rogan tries to hold her up as she collapses to the floor crying. This is the first time anyone has ever seen true emotion from the queen in all the years she's been alive(She didn't even show this emotion when she heard the news of her mother and siblings). In the Sept of Baelor Rogan as the eldest stands vigil over his father's body but his siblings get him to agree that they'd take shifts as he needs to prepare to be king and he does have 5 brothers who can also stand vigil.Y/n refuses to leave the Sept and stays with Robert's body through out the rights no matter how much her children urge her to rest. She says that Robert would have done the same for her. Robert's body is then taken to stormsend to be laid to rest with his ancestors as that was his wish(in book and show). He is accompanied by y/n, their children and grandchildren. Before he is sealed in the crypt y/n places one last kiss upon his head and says she loves him.Afterwards the family is eating together and remembering Robert and all the joy they had in their life. Y/n is sitting there and listening with a slight smile on her face hearing stories and laughter from her children and grandchildren and watching them play and talk. She then gets up and says she's going to lie down as the journey tired her. She goes to her and Roberts old room and lies down.She talks to him and says she's so happy that they finally got to come back home and that their family can finally have peace. She then smiles closes her eyes and let's out her last breath. Her eldest daughter (Steffanie - named after Robert's father Steffon baratheon) comes to check on her and finds her dead.They give her a proper targaryen funeral at stormsend and scatter her ashes there per her wishes. And as they watch their mothers funeral pyre they swear they could see her and Robert dancing together in the smoke and embers as they rise.Upon return to KL Rogan is corinated and commissions maesters with the blessings of his siblings to write the true story of his parents life and seal it away below the keep with his mother's letters and journals which she wrote in till her death only to be read by the eldest of each generation to pass on their story to the family.For centuries to come people still speak of the love of the Stag king and his Dragon queen. A tragic love that lead to peace and prosperity in the 7 kingdoms which is carried on through their children and all generations after them. # 🦌❤️

I’m so sad tumblr didn’t give me notifications of this :(

I have no words; this is just so heart wrenching and beautiful. How do you come up with these amazing thoughts and ideas?!

I have nothing to add to this masterpiece 

[aemonds-little-belle]

GODSGREIF

Chapter One - An Angel of Sorts

Aemond Targaryen x Elenei Baratheon (Fem OC)

Warnings + Chapter Specific + Cannon level violence, description of what happened, though vague, Aemond literally gasslights himself, um not much else yet I don't think

Notes + Please bear with me as I get the ball rolling <3

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Vhagar’s wings flapped periodically as she flew, the ground growing dark as she flew overhead, the water rippling in waves as the wind was manipulated. The sight usually made Aemond smile, knowing he was the rider of such an impactful beast, that even though she was making the world darker and colder, he was at the helm of such destruction and distortion. Yet seeing birds flee the sky, the clouds dissipate as he flew through them, as he heard Vahgars roars of victory, he no longer felt powerful, for the first time he felt as if his dragon had the upper hand, pinning him and his commands down with her claws. 

“We are not Gods, we do not control the Dragons.” His fathers words rang in his ears, regret filling his chest as he remembered Aegon and him mocking their father. Of course they controlled the dragons, spouting out commands that they followed, choosing what to feed them, when they could rest. Yet maybe his father was right, maybe instead of Gods they were shepherds, ones that forgot the sheep could stray from the staff if they saw something they wanted. 

“Back so soon, My Lord.” A dragon keeper muttered fearfully, Aemond just humming in acknowledgement, his face unreadable as usual, his footsteps faster than anticipated, his heart racing. 

The Red Keep was always busy, maids and servants running around keeping things held together, children of the court running after them to destroy it just as quickly. Aemond wished to be a child in this moment, his rash decision written off as childish ignorance instead of cruel and intentional. Maybe if he was Aegon, just drinking his days away, instead of proving his maturity, no one would bat an eye when news comes of Aemond and Lucerys crossing paths and only one coming out on the other end. 

“Aemond?” His mother called, the small council turning to the door as he walked in, bowing his head at his mother before taking a seat. “You’re not due back till the morrow?” She said confused, her brows knitting together with worry. 

“I -” Aemond was cut off quickly. 

“Did you pick the hottest sister?” Aegon childishly smiled, taking a sip from his cup as he slouched in his chair, his eyes glazed over as he chuckled. 

“Aegon!” Alicent cried, the small council unfazed by their King’s words, his presence at the meeting only necessary, not helpful nor wanted. Alicent looked to her younger son with sympathy in her eyes. “Which Baratheon daughter have you chosen, Aemond?” She asked respectfully. 

“I di-” He was cut off again, an almost ritualistic thing,  this time by the King’s Hand. 

“I heard Lucerys visited Stormsend as well, advocating for his Mother’s claim.” His words were laced with hope, hope that Aemond had won over Lord Borros.

“Yes, Lucerys was at -” Aemond was again cut off, the doors of the Small council being swung open with vigor, a King’s Guard bowing as he entered, his chest rising and falling rapidly, clearly trying to catch his breath. A look of sorrow, regret, and fear plastered across his face.

“My King, I hate to interrupt.” The Guard began, looking at the King and the hand periodically, waiting for permission to continue. “Prince Lucerys has been found dead.” 

The room grew silent, eyes landing on Aemond as a few men gasped, his mother clutching her chest as a tear fell down her cheek. “How?” The Hand asked. 

“The Prince and his dragon were found scattered across the sea, ripped to shreds, My Lord.” 

Aemond shuddered, his eyes never leaving the table as his hands shook, his lungs trying to release a breath but were too tight to do so. As Alicent cried as loud laugh rang through the room, Aegon clutching his chest, smiling from ear to ear. “I must say, Brother, I am quite impressed.” 

Otto placed a hand on his grandson’s shoulder, silently telling him to be quiet. “You do understand this message that this sends, Aemond? I did not think you to be this stupid.” Otto scolded his other grandson, his eyes narrow and posture stiff. 

Aemond just scoffed. “I am not stupid! He was a weak, uneducated, bastard! He -” 

“Was a boy, Aemond!” His mother interjected, tears falling down her cheeks as she glared at him. “He was a boy, your nephew. He had his whole life to live, and you took that from him!” Her eyes pleaded with his, begging her son to feel any remorse for his actions. 

“His mother should have thought of that before she sent him to do her bidding!” Aemond yelled back, shaking his head in disbelief as he tried to convince himself, and everyone else, that his actions were warranted. 

Alicent simply looked away from her son, not wanting to accept his lack of emotion when it came to killing his own blood. “What are we to do?” She asked her father, the rest of the small council looking to the Hand for guidance as well, the entire table on edge over what this death would mean for the brewing war. 

“We need to ensure that House Baratheon is still allied with us.” Otto explained, a sigh leaving his lips. “We can spin this situation to our desire.” His voice was strong and unwavering, as if he had thought about this before, the plan already calculated. “We tell the people Lucerys attacked Aemond, angry that he had more to offer Lord Borros in means of negotiation.” 

A member of the small council chimed in. “A fight ensued, the younger boy thought he was faster, smarter, stronger.” The other men nodded. “Aemond was forced to fight back, prove the boy wrong.” The room erupted into mumbled chatter, more and more details being added, believable quotes thrown around as everyone nodded in agreement. 

Guards, squires, and Small Council members all left the room periodically, off to spread the made up story quickly and efficiently. Aemond stood off to the side the whole time, enduring the disapproving looks everyone seemed to send him, his mind blocking out any memory of the true ‘fight’, allowing himself to get lost in whatever story was being created. Agreeing that he didn’t do anything wrong, just defending himself and his brother’s claim, agreeing that he didn’t start anything or egg the young boy on. Lucerys was dead, and Aemond would take the true story to his grave, never letting it be known that he was a monster, a true incarnation of the horrid creatures that crawled out of the deepest pits. He was a Prince, a Brother, a soon-to-be Husband, who did nothing wrong, an angel of sorts. 

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Aemond was sent to his chambers, told someone would come to tell him if he would still marry a Baratheon girl or not, if the ally, they so desperately needed, was still willing to side with them after all the trouble Aemond had caused. 

Aemond found himself pacing his room, closing the curtains and closing all doors, relishing in the dark silence as he let his mind wander. He didn’t want a wife, and wouldn’t be too grief stricken if he was refused a Baratheon one, but he knew that he had to marry at some point, that he would be forced to pick a bride in some loyalty bargain later in life, if not now. 

Even if he didn’t wish to marry, didn’t wish to have a family of his own, he was grateful for the choice, getting five sisters to choose from, he at least wouldn’t be stuck with someone he loathed for the rest of his life, someone that would drain him of any hope, love, passion, he had left. His sister Helena and Brother’s marriage flashing behind his eyes, his sister’s smile fading more and more each day, Aegon growing less and less sober, coherent, less alive. 

Maybe children wouldn’t be too bad either, he quite enjoyed his niece and nephew, their laughter and babbles made him smile, their small hands grabbing his own when they were about to fall made his heart flutter, knowing they trusted him to save them when in danger. But having children and wife also meant he would have something to lose, if he loved them he could lose them, and he wasn’t sure if he could allow himself to be that vulnerable, especially with a war looming over his head. 

“Aemond?” His mother’s voice called from the front of his room, the newly opened door shining a small crack of light through his space, lighting up his mothers silhouette as she glanced around the dark pit. “I have good news, Borros is still willing to betrothe one of his daughters to you.” She sang, unable to hide the pure relief that laced her words. Aemond humming back as he began walking towards her, Alicent passing him to open his curtains, shining light throughout the room, allowing her to see it in true daylight. “Aemoned, it’s a mess in here.” She scolded, picking up a few books and placing them atop a table. 

“We’ve been at war Mother.” Aemond explained, wishing his mother out of his space. “I haven’t had time to clean up my own messes, just Aegons.” He quipped, reminiscing on the slaughter he had just partook in, all because his Mother was greedy for the throne, and his Brother’s council agreed with her scheme. 

“That’s no excuse. We have maids for simple messes like this.” Alicent spoke as she picked up a few more books off the floor, the table in front of her covered in random books. 

“I don’t trust the maids to handle my things with care.” He explained, crossing his arms impatiently, as if he had better things to be doing. 

“They are books, I'm sure they would deal with them just fine.” Alicent mumbled back, messing around with a stack she had made, trying in vain to make it look a little more pleasing to the eye. 

“They aren’t just books, they are answers.” Aemond sighed, picking up a book, showing his mother the cover reading ‘Wars of Old Valyria.”. “Answers to wars Aegon may start, answers that may help us deal with this political unrest.” He explained, running his hand over the cover, making a mental note to read it again, before placing it on a chair. 

“Well.” Alicent sighed, patting her stack of books before joining her hands together. “I hope you have a book in here that can help you navigate marriage, like they help you navigate war.” She smiled, her mood now dampened by her son’s broodiness. “You leave on the morrow to Stormsend. You’ll be traveling by ship this time, accompanied by Ser Criston.” 

Aemond scoffed, unamused by the lack of trust that he knew was warranted. “Fine.”  

[sesikudadaryti]

ASK: “ you would tell me if something was wrong. wouldn’t you? “ TAGGING: @realmsdeliight.

Looking up at her mother, Viserra paused a moment in eating her meal to look up at her. Viserra never once had a day in her life when she didn't feel like she could tell her mother something. Her mother had always fostered that.

She furrowed her brow together, before nodding curiously at the question she had asked. There was confusion in her gaze, but she wanted to now why he mother would ask a question like that.

"Of course mother." Her small voice mentioned across the table. Every so often they would have meals like this, where they could sit down just mother and daughter. She valued her time that she got to spend with her mother just the two of them. She looked down at her meal and pushed the contents of the plate around slightly.

"Why do you ask this?" Her small and dainty voice finally said as she looked up at her. Now there was a look of worry in her lilac eyes. Since the death of her Grandsire, things had been less than ideal, though they were still waiting on word back from Luke from Stormsend. Daemon had already declared that Viserra wasn't to leave Dragonstone for her own safety. "Do you think something might be wrong?"

[all-is-fair-in-love-and-war]

Name: Jocelyn Baratheon

Nickname:

Age: 20

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance/Faceclaim: Adelaide Kane

Occupation: Royal

Personality: Jocelyn is much more Baratheon in her personality and actions. She is very stubborn and determined. She does not anger easily but when her anger rises it is sharp and unabating. Jocelyn cares for her family deeply, especially her two youngest siblings whom she is very protective of. She is often quiet and reserved as a princess would be, while she is kind and generous but knows to trust very little and is quite skeptical of any approach outside of her family.

Family:

Father: Robert Baratheon

Mother: Cersei Lannister

Half brother: Joffrey

Half sister: Myrcella

Half brother: Tommen

History:

Jocelyn is the true-born daughter of Cersei and Robert Baratheon, conceived early in their marriage. She is much more Baratheon, not just in her looks but also in her personality. Growing up she was happy and enjoyed spending time with her father. She had a happy childhood, and she even got along with her younger brother Joffrey when the two were small children, but she noticed a shift in Joffrey as they grew and she began to keep her distance from him. Jocelyn had more of a relationship with her father than she did with her mother. She loves Cersei and knows that she loves her, but often feels distant from her mother due to their different views. Jocelyn was also very close to her uncles as she grew up, both Lannister and Baratheon. She spent quite a lot of time at Casterly Rock as well, but she always preferred Stormsend.

Growing up in the position she did, Jocelyn is very informed on politics and how the game is played and she is very adept at playing it, but she doesn't. She really does not want anything to do with the game or the throne, she sees it as a death sentence.

[fallencrxwns]

three months time...

ravella  stark  nee  blackwood   —  the  raven  queen.

when  the  keep  becomes  silent  ravella  finds  peace  and  get  overly  confident  with  how  far  along  she  is.  looking  for  more  silence  she  finds  herself  alone  with  her  sister  in  a  corner  of  the  keep  when  her  feet  slip  and  her  labor  pains  begin.  in  panics  between  sisters  ravella  becomes  a  storm  of  screams  and  her  sister  celia  is  forced  to  deliver  the  baby  with  the  careful  yet  loud  instructions  of  her  youngest  sister.  in  between  the  commotion  lyanna  stark  appears  only  to  rush  out  to  get  her  brother  and  the  maesters.  when  the  help  arrives  everyone  is  welcome  with  the  sight  and  cries  of  the  new  prince  benjen  stark  and  a  barely  conscious  ravella.  after  long  nights  and  fearing  over  the  queen’s  life  ravella  finally  comes  back  to  them  and  begins  to  make  recovery.  the  bliss  between  the  queen  and  king  is  temporary  as  their  past  comes  to  hunt  them  and  creates  a  wedge  between  them.  ravella  has  now  built  new  walls  all  around  her,  keeping  her  distance,  faking  her  happiness  and  focusing  on  her  son.

lale  tyrell  —  the  steel  thorn.

lale  returns  to  high  garden  almost  in  a  rush  to  dive  directly  into  the  pile  of  work  that  had  been  waiting  for  her,  powering  through  everything  and  anything  she  can  get  her  hands  on.  the  fears  and  insecurities  after  taking  off  for  weeks  after  the  death  of  her  brother  and  how  she  had  neglected  her  position  come  to  stare  her  in  the  face  and  it  makes  her  hallow  with  realizations.  insecure  and  feeling  less  than  inadequate  the  ruling  lady  has  no  time  for  anything  that  isn’t  work.  even  when  erich  reaches  her  ancestral  home  she  makes  time  for  him  only  in  between  her  duties.

rhaegar  targaryen  —  the  night  dragon.

reluctantly  raeghar  makes  his  way  back  to  kingslanding  after  a  blissful  stay  in  the  north  to  meet  his  brother  and  king  once  more.  the  tension  between  the  two  is  palpable  but  he  pushes  through  it  and  all  the  sudden  work  he  has  on  his  desk  just  by  thinking  of  his  wife  and  child.  the  four  weeks  he  spends  there  are  too  long  and  too  tiring  but  the  first  chance  he  gets,  and  with  the  excuse  of  his  very  pregnant  wife  they  both  escape  to  be  secluded  in  dragostone  prepared  to  welcome  their  child.  there  time  flies  but  in  a  more  enjoyable  way,  and  when  ravella  gives  birth  to  their  daughter  rheagar  is  over  the  sun  with  joy  an  excitement  constantly  being  yelled  at  to  put  the  child  down  even  though  all  he  wants  is  to  hold  his  daughter  all  day  long.

mazhar  baratheon  —  the  golden  stag.

after  a  less  than  graceful  rejection  of  marriage  from  the  woman  he  thought  he  would  share  the  rest  of  his  life  with,  mazhar  returns  quietly  to  stormsend  to  brood  in  darkness  and  solitude.  letters  of  his  for  his  daughter  are  often  sent  to  highgarden  but  he  never  does  visit  despite  the  pleas  of  the  little  girl.  little  is  see  or  heard  from  him  during  the  tree  months.  he  focuses  on  work,  training,  and  passing  his  time  reading  locked  away  in  his  room  trying  to  quiet  his  own  emotions.  when  he  reaches  dorne  the  old  mazhar  is  the  one  that  shows  up,  a  solid  wall  to  hide  his  true  emotions  behind.

narcissa  redsmith  nee  grafton  —  the  wondering  siren.

the  siren  had  enjoyed  her  time  in  the  north,  but  she  is  glad  to  reach  a  warmer  climate,  even  though  it  still  winter  even  the  vale.  the  promise  of  festivities  in  her  own  home  are  what  truly  keep  her  spirits  up  lifted,  but  the  real  ray  of  sun  comes  as  she  once  more  finds  herself  with  child.  not  a  surprise  to  anyone  who  truly  knows  the  couple,  but  a  joy  all  the  same.  narcissa  spends  the  three  months  between  aiding  the  arryn’s  with  their  agendas  and  trying  to  keep  herself  on  her  two  feet  between  sicknesses  and  tiredness.  a  very  pregnant  narcissa  reaches  dorne,  against  all  pleas  of  her  mother  to  remain  back  home  with  her.

suriya  martell  —  the  dornish  sun.

suriya  follows  her  uncle  to  the  vale  to  everyone’s  surprise,  a  fight  between  her  mother  and  her  arises  as  it  is  seen  as  her  trying  to  yet  do  against  what  she  is  told  but  she  does  not  care.  although  being  away  from  home  has  put  plenty  into  perspective  for  the  princess,  between  making  new  friends,  celebrating  what  truly  matters  and  with  a  better  disposition  she  reaches  dorne  with  a  new  way  of  looking  at  life.  this  time  she  is  far  more  welcoming  to  the  visitors  and  is  exited  for  the  new  additions  to  her  family.  suriya  is  now  thinking  its  time  for  her  to  finally  grow  up  and  pick  a  path  in  life.  however  she  hasn’t  decided  how  exactly  she  will  be  doing  that.

[mzargentum]

The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter XVI | Bird Watching

Chapter XV | Chapter XVI | Chapter XVII

Word Count: 1,290

Warnings: None.

A/N: Italics are previous events. 

“Uh oh…”.

Muerlin smirked lightly at her potential victim.

“What happened to your angel act?”

The girl, although understanding why the young wizard would’ve been pissed, she was fully aware this could easily be the end.

“Yeah, well, as much as I hate being in one piece”, the girl’s sarcasm very evident, “…it probably would be super detrimental to my health if I wasn’t so I figured I should probably lose it”.

“Hm”, Muerlin chuckled, “good call”.

Her hand still poised and ready to strike, patiently waiting for the girl to start.

“So, is there a particular order you want this to go?”, the girl asked. Making it excruciatingly obvious how much she wasn’t enjoying this current hostage interrogation.

“Why don’t you start with why you tried to trick me to get me captured by the Empire?”

With a light sigh, the girl finally spoke seriously.

“Look, I know how this looks, but this isn’t what you’re thinking…”, she confessed. “None of this was meant to hurt you”.

“Then what was it?”, Muerlin asked in a light tone.

This actually unnerved the girl. In usual situations like these, there was a sense of urgency, but the young wizard seemed to see this as a simple game of 20 questions…while also threatening to kill her with lightning.

For someone who was really good at pretending to be nervous…she had a hard time pretending to not be here.

“Revenge…”.

Muerlin’s raised a curious brow at the girl’s darkened tone.

“For what…?”

The girl merely sighed in slight frustration. Clearly this was a sensitive subject for her…Muerlin could see her shaking. Feel the tension in her bones.

“…why were you in that mansion…?”, Muerlin asked. Her tone demanding a full answer this time.

After a brief pause…knowing she couldn’t get away with the vague answer she gave the young wizard last time…

“…because...”, the girl nearly whispered, “I didn’t have a choice”.

“Not good enough”, Muerlin quickly retorted. 

The girl winced in irritation at Muerlin’s response.

“Look”, Muerlin took a seat on the opposite side of their fire, “I don’t necessarily want to hurt you. I’m not a killer”.

“That’s not what the Nifs are saying”, the girl smirked before being started by a sudden piercing screech past her head.

A large blast echoing through the caverns.

The girl panting heavily. Her eyes peering open to see a radiating heat coming from the wizard’s core.

Her hand slightly ajar from its original position and the heat radiating from her fingers overpowering the rest of her.

Quickly turning around, she noticed a heat signature imbedded into the cavern walls in the shape of a massive crater.

Barely out of the way of her head.

The girl gritted her teeth in light fear and agitation...lightning doesn’t miss.It was a warning shot.

“That probably cut your time in half”.

The girl jolted back to view the impatient wizard.

“So let’s try this again...”, Muerlin’s light voice making the hairs on the back of the girl’s neck stand at attention, “...why were you doing...in the mansion?

”The girl sighed softly accepting there was no way out of this. Her milky stare firmly fixated on the wizard. Arms folded in light sass.

That lighthearted smirk returned much to the wizard’s surprise.

“Bird watching”.

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The smell of bleach burned inside the girl’s nostrils as she finished cleaning yet another room.

If only her impaired vision could actually make it difficult to differ blood from semen, it would probably make her job a lot easier.

This time, specifically, it was blood. Galahd didn’t know whether to be relieved or not.

Yet another dissatisfied customer...and another body for her to dispose of...

But no time for a bath, there were other matters to attend to...other floors that needed scrubbing by morning unless she wanted a nice thrashing from Birdie...

That degenerate whore...

Just thinking of her name made Galahd’s bloodstained hand curl into a fist around the scrub brush.

She’d get what she deserved.

Both her and Dion.

That bastard...

Galahd clutched the throbbing bruise left over her eye by the man’s pistol as she turned her attention to the thin glimmer of light at dead end of the hallway.

He was in there...as he was most nights.

She was never allowed in. She was much too unsightly. They preferred she roamed in the dark, but that was where she most familiar.

For they could never tell what truly lurked beyond those milky eyes.

As she silently approached the door, like a ghost floating through the abyss, she overheard a sharp cheerful voice echo through the halls.

“You and me have hit the jackpot now, Big Daddy. The Emperor will surely be pleased”.

Birdie.

“Yes...he would be...wouldn’t he?”

Galahd stopped just far enough to where her silhouette remained invisible against the light.

“The Chancellor’s prized possession walks in our humble establishment and is now counting sheep in one of our rooms”.

She had a clear view of Dion pacing back and forth about the room.

In the silence, she listened closely.

“One phone call...and we finally get the reward and position we so rightfully deserve in the emperor’s circle”.

As disgusting as the plan generally was, the girl was not surprised...Dion was a loyal dog to the Empire after all. Besides, the Pythoness would put this place on the world map.

“We’ll be the talk of Niflheim, baby”.

“Yes, yes, but...is this really the answer?”

“What’re ya talking about?”

Galahd’s eye narrowed. For once, she actually concurred with Birdie’s dimwitted confusion.

“We’ve got this in the bag. Give the Pythoness to that creep Izunia and we’ll live like royalty until death do us part”.

“Yes, but...is this all my great legacy will be? Will I only be the man that captured the Pythoness?”

“What you tryin’ to say?”

“Returning the Pythoness to the Chancellor would get us in with the gold, but...keepin’ her for myself, makin’ her one of my girls...my girl...with her at my side...why, I’d have Aldercapt at my balls”.

Galahd’s eyes sharpened. Her ears ringing. The loyal dog was considering betrayal?

“Now, hold on there, Dion”.

Galahd’s gaze darted to Birdie as she stood.

“We already got a plan. Gettin’ under Aldercapt’s skin would be nice and all, but gettin’ in his circle, we’d be swimming in dough”.

The girl’s brow raised in sudden curiosity. Why was Birdie so bothered by this idea? As deceptive and dangerous as it could be, with careful planning this could be pulled off brilliantly. What was her issue?

“True...but makin’ that ol’ shriveled motherfucker sweat, I become the circle”.

Galahd’s eyes widened suddenly. The realization setting in curved her blank expression to a light smirk.

Just as he said...HE becomes the circle.

HE takes over with the Pythoness at his side doing whatever he saw fit.

And Birdie?

Left to shrivel up and die like the semen she forces Galahd to clean.

“Now, Dion, what in heaven’s name gave you such a ridiculous idea like that?”

Yes, it was there. In her voice. That fear of her abandonment.

“Really. Makin’ that child one of your girls just to piss off the Empire. Now, what we need to be doin’ is-”.

“I’m sorry, I don’t seem to recall asking you for your input, sweetheart. Please...enlighten me if I am mistaken”.

“Not at all, baby”.

“That’s what I thought”.

A deeper smirk stretched across her face as an idea formed in her head.

Slowly backing away from the doorway, Galahd’s excitement overtook her just slightly as she whispered “gotcha” before turning her heel and hastily heading toward the kitchen.

Not noticing a confused Birdie peering into through the cracked door.

Blindly into the abyss. 

The hunter just down the hall.

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[insomniasix]

Friday Part II

A failed attempt in humor xD (My baby @mzargentum I feel like it turned out a little more of a Gladix than a Promlin, I still hope you like it. Also, I challenge you, in order for us to get our muses in an actual line, continue! Any way you want! It’s yours to do as you please!)

Warnings: None | Words: 1376 | Characters: Muerlin, Six, Gladiolus, Prompto (And Friday!) , mention of a very sleepy prince and a stubborn Glaive.

Proving Gladio right, the couple found themselves in Willownoire in exactly one hour after they left home.

Once out of the car, Gladio came face first with Friday’s snout as she sniffed him, head to toes, huffing her welcome before Six moved in to calm her.

“Friday?” the Glaive said the Queen Behemoth’s name and she immediately turned to face her, standing tall and waiting for her orders “Where is she?”

As if by instinct, the Behemoth turned on her heel and led them to the Stormsender’s castle.

At the sound of Friday’s heavy steps connecting to the ground, Prompto almost warped outside, weapon ready and aiming at whatever made her act this way.

“Whoa,” Gladio raised his hands a little, moving to stand between the barrel of Prompto’s gun and his wife “it’s just us!” he warned in a calming voice before Prompto run into them, hot tears running down his blushed cheeks.

“Easy, sunshine. We’re here now.” Six used her ‘mom’ voice on him and he instantly calmed himself; his shoulders becoming more relaxed as he took a step back to look at her.

“Thank you, guys!” he smiled awkwardly at his sudden burst of emotions.

Prompto always hated being a burden to his friends; but here they were, in the middle of the night, running to his rescue. None of them wasting a single minute to think twice about it.

“Don’t mention it.” Gladio put his arm around the blond’s shoulders, bringing him down with his weight “Now, where’s your little rascal of a wife?”

“She’s in the Oasis.”

“The what now?” Gladio rubbed the back of his head, not understanding how the word seemed normal to the both of them.

“Oh, right,” Prompto huffed a smile at his friend’s reaction “You’ve never been inside the Castle of Willownoire, have you?”

“Well, get ready for the beauty of a life time, husband.” Six laughed as she pet Friday’s leg.

“Husband?” Gladio blushed at her word of choice. She’d never call him that before today “Must be a hell of a thing to have you that hyped.”

“It’s better if we show you.” The young gunslinger smiled, leading the way to Muerlin’s special place.

From the outside, it looked like they were getting ready to enter one of the Castle’s biggest rooms. It was safe to say they were wrong.

Once Prompto opened the double doors, the couple came across the most beautiful scenery they’d seen in a while.

Gladio gasped as Six’s mind run back to the first time she’d seen it, long ago.

The sylleblossom fields of Tenebrae!

This was Muerlin’s safest place. This was her home!

Looking around the field, it really felt as if she was back.

An enormous field of blue blossoms. The light wind, hugging their bodies, and the sweet smell of the flowers, creating the same old feeling of nostalgia the memory of the old and unruined Tenebrae had left in her mind.

A single thing was different from the memory, though.

In the middle of the soft, blue field –just a few feet away from them –was a bright white cloud.

On it, laid the petite figure of the Stormsender’s daughter and Willownoire’s Queen.

Muerlin.

The young queen’s body was filled with scars, cuts and bruises, just as Prompto said on the phone.

It made Six’s heart skip a beat; thinking back at the first time she saw her son Nyx like that. She knew though: Muerlin wasn’t Nyx! His Kingsglaive abilities helped him heal faster.

What had happened?

Muerlin was the daughter of an Astral, she was supposed to be protected by the Gods.

The three moved closer to the cloud and Prompto caught his breath. Muerlin looked a lot better than earlier, but she was still in a bad shape.

Six took a few small steps closer to her unmoving body, careful not to touch even a hair of her head before making absolutely sure of what the situation at hand was. Once she was standing but a breath away, she gently placed two of her fingers on the girl’s wrist.

“Her pulse is steady.” She stated calmly, as much for Prompto’s relief as her own “Bringing her here was a right move, kid.”

“Yeah, good job!” Gladio agreed, both smiling brightly as Prompto seemed to relax.

“Now, to wake her up!” Six’s smile turned into a smirk as she rolled the sleeves of Gladio’s shirt up, cracking her fingers, ready to use every single technique she learned while raising Prince Sleepyhead.

“You can try kissing her awake.” The Shield side-eyed the younger man, teasing him.

Prompto laughed awkwardly at his comment “That’s… for when I told Six to kiss you when you were turned into a frog, isn’t it?” he stated, mostly to himself.

“Nope, he actually thought that was cute, back then.” Six huffed a laugh as she examined the cloud underneath Muerlin’s body “This feels like a cloud,”

“It is.” Prompto raised his eyebrows, answering matter-of-factly.

“I get it,” the Glaive glared back at him for thinking everything that was normal to him, would also be normal for them, living outside Willownoire “but it can’t be. We’re inside the freaking castle.”

“This whole room is… a safe haven for Muerlin. She’s created everything.” Prompto caught up with her chain of thought.

“So we can move it.” Gladio joined as well, liking where this was leading.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Six smirked at him.

“Oh, I’d miss this!” Gladio smiled devilishly, making his way to stand next to her.

“What are you guys doing?” fear took its place in Prompto’s heart as Six and Gladio took their places. Each grabbing the cloud at the spot where it connected to the sylleblossom field.

“Remember how we woke up Noct on his nineteenth birthday?” Gladio laughed, nodding at Six he was ready.

“You two rolled –oh crap!”

By the time Prompto had managed to spit his final words, the cloud was already flipping from one side to the other, taking Muerlin’s body with it. His fearful shriek and Gladio’s proud chuckle covering Muerlin’s painful moans as she was now fully awake.

“Muerlin!!” Prompto run to her side “Babe, look at me, are you alright?” he checked her, making sure she wasn’t any more hurt that she was before.

“She was sleeping, Prom.” Six laughed as she hi-fived Gladio.

“You should have known better, bro.” Gladio laughed.

“You were?” sea-blue eyes full of hurt looking at Muerlin.

“What is going on?” the young silver haired queen rubbed her head, looking around in everything and everyone, trying to understand what was happening.

“What happened, Muerlin?” Prompto raised his voice, his worry taking the better of him as he still didn’t have a clear answer at what was going on with her.

“Why are you yelling at me?” she almost cried out, voice breaking at how mad he seemed to be at her.

“What are those?” he pointed at her bruised arms.

“I had a training session with Friday.” Her heart was racing, she couldn’t understand why he was so frustrated.

“Prom...” Six tried to calm him; both of them, understanding where each of them stood at this misunderstanding.

“What you did was stupid and dangerous and it scared the hell out of me!” Prompto wrapped his arms around his precious wife, holding her tight while he stroke her hair; keeping her as close as possible –close enough for her to feel his heart beat like crazy against her skin.

Glancing down at Six, Gladio could understand his friends overreaction. If he were in his shoes, he would have gone insane.

He did.

“What?” the Glaive smiled up at him warmly, picking his mind and trying to guess what he was thinking.

Gladio moved closer and wrapped an arm around his beloved, kissing her forehead “We drove all the way out here for a wakeup call.” He whispered in her hair.

“You got to see something beautiful.”

“My love, I don’t need to travel all the way to Willownoire to see something beautiful.” He stared into her eyes while her loving smile warmed his heart.

“Excuse me?!” Muerlin punched his sides, making him take a step away from Six “It’s my turn to hug her!”

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[sayruq]

The worst opinion about R+L I’ve found, isn’t “they were in love” or even the “whose fault is it?” Arguments. It is literally the “if rhaegar had just told them what he was doing, if he’d just notified everyone and didn’t just run off with her it would have been fine and that would have solved everything”. What? The church flipped the shit over and drew the line at polygamy, he had 2 legitImate heirs they would not sign off on it. He had these 2 legitimate kids with a legal wife, and neither she nor the Martells would be ok with that at ALL, 👏👏 to alienating an entire country. Did they miss that Robert is the lord of stormsend and “telling them or no” he’s just pissed of another region? Did they miss taking the daughter of a great house of the north who already has ties (to said region) even with notification will not be ok with them, especially with the implications of an illegal second wife? People seem to think the targs had this unstoppable power where they can do what they want with no consequences. They don’t. Their entire reign is them trying to do whatever they want, and consequences coming around to bite them in the ass. Especially during Rhaegars time where they had no dragons to cow everyone into submission. They could command yes, and get away with literal murder (mad king burned whoever he liked for a long time until the people refused to accept it anymore) the fact of the matter is they DID have to work with people. Rh*egar “telling them what he was doing” wouldn’t have smoothed anything over. It wouldn’t have made anything fine and would not in anyway have stopped the war or rebellion. At best it would have delayed war and given people more time to get angry, as Rh*egar taking L was only a catalyst to it. Shit, it would have more likely given the martells time to get Elia and her kids out of the capital and join the other regions in ending the mad king for good, than it would at “smoothing it over”. This opinion is literally the worst.

exactly