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Chains of Bones: Chapter 6: Mirrors of Truths. dark! god!aemond x readerrr

Tags: DARK AEMOND, GREEK MYTHOLOGY INSPIRED AU
🔷Summary: You are a servant working for the goddess Rhaenyra and the God Daemon. You are tasked with protecting the flowers and one day, you find yourself captured by rhaenyra's greatest enemy: Aemond.
🔷Author's note: Dark af.
WARNINGS: Misogny, (no kidding) emotional manpulation, dubcon, body betrayl, vaginal sex (f recv) oral sex (f recev) rough sex, mentions of loss of virginty, emotional gaslighting and gore, blood, and a lot of...BONES.
This is a dead dove
Do not eat it.
(a+ warning)
wordcount:7041 (WE'RE SO BACK!!!)
Rhaenyra’s pov.
Her heels tick against the stone tiles that have decorated the castle for an eternity. Her dress follows her around with every turn she takes, the scroll clutched in her right hand, with the burning tower sigil torn half open. The doors are pushed open, and her husband, Prince Daemon, the Dragon King enters. She longs to fall into his arms, to let him take her worries away. But she cannot. She readjusts her crown, the crown of light that has become a dim, soft shimmer.
Daemon sees that his wife is distressed. The lights surrounding her aren’t as bright. Her eyes are puffy from the crying, as she presses a scroll of written parchment into his hands. Her voice tries to sound indifferent and careless, but it comes out as a squeaky, broken and tired sound. “Alicent has defied me.” He carefully reads the letter, skipping most of the sentences as the word of Alicent does not interest him at all. When he notices the word Aemond, he finally stops skipping, and begins to read.
‘’I genuinely believe that Aemond is in love with her, and capable of change, if only given the chance. You as his elder sister, you as the Queen of Light, must head his command and wish to marry the mortal girl.’’ In his head, Daemon’s eyes roll. Rhaenyra has never been fond of anyone, especially not men, commanding her.
Unsurprisingly, the Queen is fuming, watching and waiting for her husband to rage and to curse. It’s not that strange that Rhaenyra is upset. She thought she and Alicent had an understanding. Something that bound the two together. Friendship or something more tragic than that. Destiny and fate. Hurt and death. They both mourned their children. They both regretted how things turned out. At least so she thought.
Daemon does not respond, but his smile says plenty. He expected such a response and had warned his wife plenty of times. Since she's his Queen, he cannot forbid anything. But he did warn her, as she is his love as well. He can't truly deny her anything. He would shoot the stars down from the skies if only she asked. “I warned you. She remains Aemond's mother. She wouldn't want to take his precious toy away.” Alicent described what he saw as well. That Aemond is changing. The Goddess of Justice knows better than anyone what's in his heart. She gave birth to him long ago. She should see through him the way one looks through a shard of glass.
Rhaenyra does not take well to that answer, slamming a glass pillar to the ground, breaking it. The shards shatter around as she sobs, wailing. “He has taken enough from me. He killed Lucerys. I will take his love away. He will bleed like I did.” Daemon had killed plenty of times before. For good reasons. He killed Jaehaerys when he became the God of animals so his own son could get the godhood. He killed his own wife because he simply grew bored of her.
“You know I have vowed to love and follow you.” Daemon says. “I swore I would always defend you and the crown you wear. Defend you from any threats. Do the unspeakable if needed.”
“We don't need to kill her. We can simply take her back and decide her fate here.” Rhaenyra pleads with Daemon to convince him, sensing his rejection. Decide her fate. As if any of this is the girl’s fault. Aemond kidnapped her. She didn’t plan any of this.
Daemon takes a step back. “I won't have a hand in this. You haven't seen how Aemond looked. The black and blue spots were gone from his cheekbones…He almost looked like your brother you lost.” He hates how hopeful his voice becomes. Rhaenyra’s stare becomes cold, dark, and a mirror of Aemond’s eyes, in a way.
“The brother that I lost or you, Daemon?” She crosses her arms over her dark red gown. “You two were inseparable before the war broke out.” There is an accusation there. ‘’He clinged to you as if you birthed him yourself. It’s that I know you despise Alicent, or I would’ve questioned things.’’ Daemon feels his stomach turn, hurt by her accusation.
He buried Lucerys with her. He buried Visenya with her. And the Greens buried Jaehaerys. The Greens mourned, as the Blacks cheered, and the Black mourned as the Green cheered. And on and on and on it went, in a never ending dance until all players were eliminated. To what end? For what goal? Immorality, the greater good, being right? Revenge?“I've always mocked Alicent but she has a point. This war cost us Jaehaerys, and Lucerys, Visenya so far. Who is next? Me, you? Mayhaps one of our children? Baela or Viserys?” He must lure her to sense somehow.
Rhaenyra’s eyes fall on the portrait of her children, hanging near her throne. Lucerys smiles at her, his sweet eyes staring at her forever captured in a painting.
Daemon grabs her hands. “I beg of you, Rhaenyra, not as your husband and uncle but as your subject, do the right thing. Do not send Aemond down this dark path again. I am not sure he will come back out this time.” If she truly wants war, a war between light and death, he isn’t sure how many will die…
And worse, he isn’t even sure he can kill Aemond if the need would occur.
“You’ve changed.” She whispers, her heart heavy, as tears sting in her eyes. Heartbroken and betrayed, the young Queen of Light and Realms returns to her lonely throne. She takes a seat and ignores her husband.
The way she stares, it says plenty. She has made up her mind. It will be war. A bloody war.
He is terrified. For the first time in his life, Daemon Targaryen is terrified. The war will cost millions of lives. “So did you. It's been years since Lucerys died. Jaehaerys was enough. Where does this sudden need for revenge come from?” He asks. ‘’You said you wouldn’t wish what I had done on anyone, and now you want to continue the bloodshed? What aren’t you telling me?’’
Rhaenyra understands that Daemon is onto her. He will figure out the truth sooner rather than later. And what lie is better than the truth? If he knows the full truth: He will forbid Rhaenyra for doing what she must do, to ensure her victory and her reign in this war. If he doesn’t know, or if she slightly altered the truth, in the end, he will choose her. He will forgive her. He always does. “I'm pregnant.” It is true.
Daemon seems surprised by the announcement, shocked if anything. He stares at the Queen’s belly. “It's to be another girl.” Rhaenyra adds. ‘’Since you remember what happened to Visenya, you can say I’ve become extra watchful. Aemond is out for blood. He wants that mortal bitch to become immortal. You told me so yourself. And our new child would become a perfect little goddess, don’t you think? If we were to eliminate Aemond-’’
‘’You speak of upsetting the balance of nature.’’ Daemon whispers, shaking his head. ‘’I mourned a daughter too, that day, Rhaenyra-’’
She stands up, getting in his face, her body shaking with barely composed anger.
‘’You didn’t mourn her the way I did. You didn’t push her out of your body, bleeding and screaming as a slaughtered pig as I ripped her from my body, dead and scaled as a monstrous lizard! You only wanted to invade the Crownlands and punish Aegon. You once were the man who didn’t do what was good, but what was needed! What has changed?’’
“Aren't we better off, letting Aemond have this one victory? She's a human girl. She was kidnapped in our garden but he claims he loves her.” He mutters, but he feels she’s winning him over. He can feel his walls lowering, his shields fading….
And so can she.
Rhaenyra smiles, taking his hands into her own. “That is part of the issue. If Aemond gets his hands on a spare Godhood and allows his love to kill a God, she becomes a Goddess. You know all too well that our children are his intended and preferred target.” She tells him. ‘’You promised Laena you’d look after your daughters. Surely you don’t intend for them to die on Aemond’s chopping block?’’
Daemon is a god made of flesh and bone but he’s not an idiot, despite many claim otherwise. He can tell that Rhaenyra only tries to play him. “Jacaerys and his children with Baela are accounted for and safe. The Goddess of Salt and The Sea God have offered her refuge.” Rhaenys and Corlys will keep them safe. Rhaenyra knows they are powerful and far away at the moment. Aemond would have trouble reaching them. He would prefer a smaller, closer target. Which is why she’s sending her children far, wide, and spread out.
But Rhaenyra is not just a mother to her own children. Not since she married Daemon. There is the case of Rhaena. “Your other daughter, the Goddess of Alteration? Is she safe too?’’ She asks. ‘’If she needs any help finding shelter-’’
Daemon smiles, seeing a shimmer of the old Rhaenyra back. “Rhaena has seeked shelter too. We all lay low for now. We do as we must.”
It is silent for some time.
Time goes on, moving forward.
Yet they remain, unmoving and silent as stones.
Until he speaks.
“I want him back, Rhaenyra. I want my nephew back. I want…Peace.’’ He adds, softly.
Rhaenyra snorts and she never looked more like Aemond then than she does now.
“He's your brother.” He says, trying to change her mind.
She shrugs. She has one brother. One sister. And two parasites. “Half brother. He and Aegon stole my throne. They divided the realm, usurped me and my father.”
Daemon chuckles at her deflection. ‘’And the son of your friend. I was heir once. Until you supplanted me. The way Aegon supplanted you.” He reaches out, touching her crown…
A bright light blinds him, as Rhaenyra holds him away from her, with her magic. Invisible hands hold and choke Daemon, warning him to not try that again.
“You touch it at your own peril.” She warns him. ‘’I won’t hurt you, but I don’t want anyone touching what’s mine.’’ She adds, her voice breaking as she sees how much pain Daemon is enduring.
He glares the moment he is freed, aware not ever will he be her equal. He will always be the second son. “Yes, your Grace.” He grits out, preparing to leave the room.
The doors are once again, pushed open.
Their mortal guard enters, led by ser Harrold. He makes a bow for Rhaenyra, his face white with fear and anguish. Rhaenyra and Daemon share a look, as they both seem to already read the situation from his face. They might fight as any couple, but they are not any couple. They are Gods, they have responsibility. The realm must come first. Always.
Harrold does not waste a moment. “My queen, I've come bearing terrible news.” Rhaenyra's hands somehow lay on her stomach already. The same stomach she harbored and protected six children in. A seventh soon.
Harrold has been her loyal protector ever since she was little. “The convoy carrying the young Prince Aegon.” Rhaenyra clutches her stomach.
Daemon takes the word for now.
“Yes?”
Two guards bring in two corpses, of two other mortal guards, slain brutally. Rhaenyra never saw anyone killed like this. Their eyes ripped from their skulls, their throats flayed open and their entire organic system visible. Her son. Her poor son. He must be so frightened.
“It has been attacked. The young god of animals…He is missing.” Daemon glances at his wife, and has a split moment to capture her before she would hit her head on the marble, fainting. ‘’We are almost certain it was Aemond’s doing. What do you want us to do, my King?’’ Harrold asks a dumbstruck Daemon. ‘’We all await your answer.’’
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Petal’s pov.
“Do you approve of it?” You gesture to the strange bodice made of dark black lace, giving contrast to your red gown. You look like a Queen of death, in all ways. Ann helped you brush your hair and put it up in a beautiful knot. The King of the underworld is meanwhile changing the colours of petals of roses; as if he cannot decide between the two options you see.
Dark red petals the colour of blood, or a soft hopeful blush shade the colour of a sunrise. You clear your throat, trying to get his attention. He finally sees you, gawks, stops his magic, and nearly falls out of his chair by the sudden movements his body makes, shocked by your sudden appearance. The vase falls over spilling the flowers over the table.
You chuckle, adoring it. He seems furious at first and embarrassed, as he puts the flowers back in the golden vase.
But you don't laugh at him or the vase.
You feel free. You feel as if you have power. For the first time in your entire life, you are the one in power. You made the God of the underworld nervous. The King of Death.
He sees your eyes. Your joy. Careful and composed, hidden and barely visible, the corner of his lips slightly rise, approving. “I can change if you don't like it…” You offer, extending him an olive branch. He said he would tell you the truth at long last. You would do almost anything for it.
“You look so effortlessly eternal.” He stands up and within a blink he's behind you. You notice he didn't deck the table at the two heads, but instead decked the place right of him. “I thought about our little argument. It is silly. You want to wear pants, you say. Well, I allow it. You want to wear poofy gowns, I allow it. You are the person I love for you, not for what you wear.”
He loves you? He surely said it before. But now it feels…Real. You feel your face become warm, as you avoid his eye, staring at your hands.
“I-”
He kisses your cheeks, caressing your horns gently, inspecting them. You allow it all.
“Have my horns grown?” You wonder. “Ann said they have changed when she was adjusting my hair.”
He nods, and you expect him to be joyful about this development. Instead you see a stern unmoving line on his lips, the slight case of worry and the dread in his one eye.
“Slightly, just a tiny bit. You should know they are changing colour. They have become slightly grayish.” They were black before. What is happening?
“What does that mean, please, tell me.” you nearly beg, worried and dread filling you by the sight of his fear.
Aemond thinks on whether to cook up another lie or to finally give you the truth. He shakes his head and wants to pretend you never asked him, but you stop him in his tracks by grabbing his arm. “It's about your destiny. It means we don't have the time I thought we had.” That answer is so horrible, so suffocating that you wish he had told you a lie.
“Aemond, you are scaring me.” You confess, your voice soft.
He sighs. “I am just being honest, unfortunately.” He doesn't meet your eyes, staring at his bloodied nails. “You wanted the truth. I deceived and lied for long enough. You are my love. My Queen. You deserve to know.” He adds. “I was worried, telling you would chase you away. Or worse…” A silence falls between you.
“Can I be honest as well?” You ask.
“Depends.” Aemond murmurs, uncomfortable all of a sudden. You give him some time. “Yes.” He says, eventually and sits down bracing himself for the impact of your words.
You start. “I didn't think you would even think about our arguments. I didn't think you would even be able to reflect, let alone change your whole stance. I thought your way was the way things would go.” You admit, softly. His head snaps up in your direction.
He chuckles, hiding behind his cocky shield.
“Oh, things still will go as I want, don't you worry. I just want…” the shield shatters before your eyes and all that's left is a little boy. “My parents never loved each other.” He says, and the way he says it sounds as if he deeply regrets it. It surprises you.
You are an orphan. You don't even know who your parents are. You do imagine you would like it for your parents if they had not left you to be together. “I am sorry.”
He seems to appreciate it. But it has been a while that this is torturing him. “Don't be. He was a wicked monster. Capable of great sins.” You frown. He's describing a monster.
“What was his greatest sin?” You ask.
Aemond doesn't waste a moment.
“...Sloth, no doubt. Just waiting around for things to fall in place. We were like a castle and our pillars were made of salt and sand. We were collapsing. We needed our father. My mother needed her husband. All he did was shit, drink, throw a ball and spend time with his grandchildren.” He becomes more and more vocal as he progresses, his hands repeatedly playing with his rings.
You have seen Rhaenyra do the same, countless times actually. It is one of the few things that seem to connect them.
He makes his voice extra Soft and timid. “Most children would be grateful to be reunited with their dead parents.” He whispers. You nod. You feel a sting.
Because you don't even know if your parents are still alive.“I prefer not going to the place below, the hells, because I know he's there as well. Even in his death I'm not freed of the imbecile.” He rolls his eye, as if picturing his father burning below. “I was mutilated for my life and all he cared about was Rhaenyra.”
You feel something stir inside of you. “He didn't care what I lost. I never mattered to him. He never glanced my way. Not even when he was alive. Not even becoming a god could cause him to blink twice in my direction.”
He sounds as a terrible man. “Can you free yourself of him? Throw in a fire or something?” He laughs, a joyful happy laugh. Sincere and sweet.
You are glad he seems to lose his anger again. “I adore your wicked, vicious creative mind.” He whispers, softly pecking your lips. “But no, my darling dearest. There are rules. Rules of nature that even I sadly must follow. But once his time is up, he'll burn and scream so long. And i'll be there to watch every painful moment for him. Mayhaps, you too shall come with me, and we can revel in his suffering together.” He fantasises, smiling.
You try to understand the rules of this place. It sounds as if Aemond is not the one making them. Something else, something ancient has set up the rules and he is to follow it. It seems that he's not responsible for the suffering as you thought.
He is not as terrifying as you thought.
“I thought death was the end. Something ungodly and something scary where there are no rules.” You begin, uncertain where you are going.
Aemond sees it different, offering you your seat nearby. “Death is part of life. It's like a flame casting shadow. Light without shadow cannot exist. And neither can life without death. It is a matter of balance. Balance is of utmost importance. without balance, no peace.” He says, as if it's that simple. “I could break the rules. In truth, some might say I do so by keeping you here. But I'm not a big fan of cheating. I abuse the system and find loopholes; I'll admit it. But you can't say I ever broke a rule.” he chuckles.
You recall how he kidnapped you.
“Daemon sold me to you as well.” You huff, uncomfortable at the memory. Aemond’s smile vanishes and he looks guilty and upset.
He thinks and speaks, picking his words carefully. “He did not want to at first. He wanted to keep you. He was uncertain of what would become of your fate. Once I…I told him of our bond, he agreed.” So sudden. So kind. So unlike him. Unlike anyone you ever met. No one does anything for free.
“What did Daemon get out of this arrangement?” You wonder. Aemond’s quick frown and worry betrays he didn't wonder about that as well earlier. He just assumed Daemon would grant him this? But why?
He plays with his rings, lost in thought. Then he chuckles as it clicks by him. “Hm. Sometimes, Petal, we need to see the bigger picture before we can understand the smaller pieces.” He tells you. “I've got all the truth for you. Just ask and you shall receive, my beloved Queen.”
You think. So long, you wanted to ask him anything. And now when you can you almost lose track of all the questions. Where to possibly start?
You think of how he captured you. You, an orphan girl…
The children that witch killed. The orphans. You wonder how they are doing. Are they here too? Hidden in a room somewhere? Or are they perhaps somewhere worse? ‘I know It seemed like I manipulated you. perhaps I tried. But I'd really like to know for my own sake and because of my own background: what happened to the children that witch murdered? Did you perhaps resurrect them?”
He is silent for some time. But not because he will lie again. Because he will tell the truth. And that truth is so horrible that it even makes the King of death pause. “I do have that power, Petal. To decide over life and death.” he avoids looking at you, at anything really. “But what these children went through, the horror of them being hurt or even being abused by their own families…” There is a painful hidden crack in his voice. “I could not care for them, myself. Keep them here, feed them here. It would be dangerous. I could not trust the world to not hurt them either. Souls of children are often so pure. I didn't even see a single one of them, here in the Underworld. I assume that after they passed, they went to the Better place.”
You think of the dozens of innocent children.
“What will you do with that witch?” You ask.
Aemond smirks, telling you enough. It will be painful and terrible. For some reason, you like that. You enjoy the way he smirks. You enjoy him killing that terrible woman. Torturing her for every child she killed. “I haven't decided yet. You see, it's my duty to make sure every soul is punished for their crimes. But her crimes aren't…She didn't do it because she was hungry or in debt. She did it for her pure sickened heart.” So there is some sort of justice and good in him. Hidden. Very thin as a lake of water that just started to freeze.
“Never mind she tried to kill my Queen and my future wife. That is also being considered when discussing her punishment.” He says remembering how you were attacked.
“I have no reason to lie to you so I won't. She's a monster.” He concludes. “I have no issue torturing her, don't worry about that. I do have to decide what to do with her soul.”
He took you here. He endangered you. You are aware of that. “Are all people here as that? Monsters?” You need to know for your own sake. You need to know who you're up against.
He shakes his head. “No. Some made wrong choices, some are here for unfinished business. I am your King, your God but also your future husband, Petal. I won't let anyone hurt you.” He says, as if he reads your thoughts. He even dares to grasp your hands and kiss your knuckles.
That makes sense. Then his mask returns. “So. You want to talk as a couple. Begin.” The King is back and gone is the man. He challenges you to uphold your part of the agreement. You have never been on any sort of romantic date before.
You need a moment truth be told. What do couples do on dates? Well, they get to know one another. “Uhm, well. What is your most positive trait or quality?” You say, after you had time to catch your breath and adjust to the comfortable chair. Aemond leans with his hand on his arm, staring at your bodice as he begins to smirk.
You assume a cocky answer. “I am the King of death, darling. I don't have any.” He says, as if it's that simple. Except it's not. He said it himself.
Anyone can see the cocky smirk of the King. Few can see the pain in his eye. You can, however. He sees himself lowly. “Respectfully, someone told me that Light cannot exist without shadow. Therefore, Shadow cannot exist without light.” He groans at your answer but also cannot hide his laugh. You continue. “You have a very strong sense of justice. And a big sense of duty. You remain calm in hectic situations and you-” He stops smiling, and you stop talking.
The King of the Underworld is silent. He plays with the rings. Unhappy and afraid he is not good enough. “I don't see that as something positive. I don't remain calm, my love. I simply don't feel emotions the way normal beings do. My heart isn't…” he puts his hand on his heart to explain but you stop him, capturing his hands. You need him to feel how much you care.
“I disagree.” you say, unaware of him staring at your hand on his own. “You don't have your heart, maybe. But you can't hide it from me that you have feelings. You feel strongly.” Aemond doesn't reply to that, but he does stare at the roses. You understand it's not for gods and immortal beings to feel or to admit it. Let along for the King of Death.
You want him to know he's not alone. “I am not a saint, Aemond. Before Rhaenyra took me in, I stole and I lied. I had to steal my food and sleep in houses promising money I never gave.” He nods, along with your words. He already knew that.
Then he shakes his head. “You are fiercely loyal. Brave. You rebelled against me. Me, the God of death itself.” You roll your eyes, touched but also not that impressed by your own accomplishments.
You know. He would not harm you.
“You wouldn't harm me.”
He doesn't answer you, huffing softly. As if the irony has finally hit him. “All I did was to protect you. You can never forget that.”
You feel anxiety taking root. It buries through your stomach, hurting you as you realize you and Aemond are alone. “I'd like to ask you a few things, if you don't mind. For example, where you learned my real name. And I also like to know why Daemon would even want me back.” You say.
Aemond plays with the rings again. You see the smile die on his lips, and his gaze hardens as the King comes before the man again. You understand you won't get your answers at all. Not from him. “My sources must be protected, Petal. Even from you. I can't tell you more than that.”
You will throw something. “And Daemon? Care to tell me how and what he gets in return from me?” You ask, your voice becoming sharper too.
You picture the endless lies and ways he can lie around this. But he does not even put in the effort to tell you the lie. “No.” And just like that, the walls are back and so is the King.
You feel tears burn. You got your hopes up. For nothing. “I want answers. You promised me I would get them. I am entitled to them.” You say, for you won’t give up now.
He chuckles. “You wont get them from me, little Petal. You don't want to know the answers to your questions, trust me. You'll go upstairs now and to your rooms.”
You won't be chased away again.
You have run from the truth for too long.
It's time you faced it.
“And if I were to become your Queen?” He stares at you, caught as a deer staring at a forest fire. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out as you cup his face. You watch the blood that leaves his hair drip down his shoulders. You don't break eye contact and you won't leave for the world. “If you love me, if we truly are meant for one another, we will end up together. You know this as much as I do. I'll be your wife. I'll be your Queen. The Mother of your children?” That really drives him over the line.
He freezes, startled. You have him right where you want him. “I don't think you know what that entails.” He adds nervously. “Having a child is…a messy situation. And I don't think you love me. Not truly.”
You roll your eyes.
“Like this?” You ask before kissing him on his mouth. Aemond briefly freezes but accepts your kiss, leaning in and caresses your face. He is so gentle. So unlike him. ‘’Maybe you are right. I don’t know what I feel, Aemond. I have never been in love before. I wouldn’t know it if it hit me in the face.’’
“Why have you changed your mind?” You whisper. He has changed his mind so suddenly.
He is close to breaking. His voice a soft whisper. “I don't want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. And it's all I do. Everyone I love ends up hurt. Or dead.” You reach out. You are sure it's not true. But if Aemond cannot see it, how do you make him see it? Is it possible to create light when all he sees is darkness?
You need him to be strong now. You need him to be truthful. “Tell me. I endured worse than cakes filled with worms and hellfire. I can handle it. Tell me or admit that you don't love me.”
He sighs. But he does accept. He tells you the truth. “The Crown. Do you understand how an amplifier works?” He taps on the crown on his head. You shake your head, confused.
You never heard that word even before…
Yet it somehow is familiar as your own hands.
“No.” You say, staring at the strange relic Aemond never seems to remove.
He gestures with his hands up, and you see impressive tales made of paint tell you and any other viewer history, painted on the ceiling. “Once a hundred years, we are told of our chosen. All gods have one person. A chosen. Something about those humans aligns with us gods. I barely sacrificed any chosen, so I don't understand what it does, truth be told. But it boosts our abilities. The chosen are crowned as stags. Horns grow out of their heads after a while.”
You feel him touch your horns. “And slaughtered brutally.” He adds. “The horns, the horns, is how we recognize them.” He whispers as you feel your entire world crumble to dust. You stare at him, crying. In tears. He is going to sacrifice you.
You choke on your own tears, the pain biter and true. “I am your chosen. That's why I am truly here. You'll kill me for more power.” You never imagined it. You thought he would have a line he wouldn't cross. That you were his love. That you were something precious and holy. That someone, anyone, could love you.
You were wrong.
You step away, your tears burning. You feel so stupid. Aemond captures you easily. And when you look at his eyes, glaring, you see he is crying too. You freeze as blood drips from his eyelid. One side red, one side black.
“You aren't my chosen, my love.” He whispers gently. You frown, confused.
He takes a deep breath. “But you are Rhaenyra's. That is why she's so eager to get you back. So she can slit your throat and tear the horns from your skull and thrive in your youth and blood. It's why I stole you from her. We are meant to be together, but she is an obstacle. A dangerous goddess out for your blood.”
You shake your head, refusing to believe it. “Rhaenyra has been nothing but kind.” You stutter. “You must be misinformed. She never would do anything to harm me.”
He chuckles. “Wouldn't she? Is that why she lied to you your whole life?”
But judging Aemond's reaction, judging the way Rhaenyra is so eager to get you back, and what Aemond told you, it is hard to ignore the signs. “You wanted answers, Petal. I shall grant them to you. Answers that will hurt. It will leave a hole. But in time; we will fill it together.” He holds your hands gently.
You shake your head, afraid as you sob.
“I don't think I want the answers anymore-”
Aemond sighs. “I must show you now. It's for the best.” He says, to himself. You watch as he creates a tall large mirror. When he waves over it, an image appears.
It's a beach. A lovely beach where a family lives in a small hut. Two people take care of a crying baby. You never see their faces. But you do see the baby. You don't understand what you are watching.
The parents take the baby out of the hut. They plan to take it somewhere.
A wave comes out of nowhere, a wave unlike any wave you saw before. A wave so powerful and cruel that somehow you know it is not nature. It's immortality. It's the work of a God.
The hut is pushed back into the sea as the baby screams, alone on the shore as the parents drown. You begin to sob a little louder, as you begin to realize Aemond didn't show you a random baby. He is showing you a memory. Your earliest memory.
You reach for the mirror, your soft sniffles becoming sobs. You cling to it, eager to see their faces. Eager to see your parents. You cursed them, hated them, resented them. And what did they do, besides love and protect you? You press your fingers against the glass as tears fall down, your body shaking with sobs. “Who was the cause of this? Those people…are those people…?”
Aemond doesn't speak a word but joins you near the mirror on the ground. He sits behind you and holds you, caressing your face. When he speaks, his words hit like blows. His voice is gentle and that makes it only worse. He pities you. “You were the only survivor.” Somehow, that makes it feel real. His confirmation that your parents are truly gone, makes it real and …devasting.
They are dead.
Truly gone.
“Why didn't I die?” You whisper. A cruel question to ask in front of the man who went through so much trouble to protect you. He seems uncomfortable, as if placed in a for him unfamiliar situation.
You spent years hating them.
“I dont know-” Aemond mutters, but you don't believe him.
You spend years wishing they had died if they were alive, for leaving you.
“Why didn't I die with my family?!” You scream, glaring at him as if it's his Fault.
They loved you.
They never left you.
They never once didn't love you.
They protected you until the end.
You burst into sobs, covering your mouth as you replay the events over and over and over again. You always imagined how your parents looked. They look the same as you, in some ways, and different in others.
Aemond rubs your back carefully, first trying out if he's allowed to touch you at all. Then he touches your back, and somehow it does not hurt you. It does not burn you. “Its complicated. The storm you see was caused by a god. In all accounts; you should have died. Us gods can kill others chosen.”
He takes a deep breath, before rambling. “I recently killed Jace's chosen for one.” He tries to distract you. “Petal, I know the wound is fresh and deep. I beg of you, please stop hurting yourself for now. Put the mirror away, my love.” Your eyes finally leave the mirror, as the baby is crying again, alone.
Aemond offers you his hand.
You stand up, with his help.
You want to collapse the moment you stand.
“So a goddess is after me, and it's likely she murdered my parents?” You summerize.
He makes movements with his hands as he thinks, shaking his head.
“Something protected you. I know it wasn't me, I didn't know of you just yet. It's unlikely that Rhaenyra would kill you before your horns had riped, and even the god who caused the storm didn't even know you were there or that you would grow up to be a chosen. None of us knew yet. That's what makes this all so vague.”
You understand Aemond knows who did this.
Aemond knows who killed your parents.
Who made you grow up the way you did.
Unloved and unwanted.
Crying yourself to sleep because you wanted anyone, someone, to love you.
He knows.
“Who's the God who did this?” You ask, gesturing to the mirror. Aemond waves his hand over the glass, and the image disappears. You feel angry and thankful that he did that at the same time. Angry because he took away your parents, in a way. But thankful because you wouldn't have stopped torturing yourself.
A new one appears of a young boy, with dark black hair, wearing a smile, and playing with Rhaenyra and her children. You know him well. You often were allowed around the other royals. Your blood boils. You played with this monster, you protected it, told it bedtime stories. What did it do in return? Kill your parents.
The King sits back down, on the chair. You don’t notice his satisfied smirk and crossed legs as he enjoys watching you boil with anger. That would be Joffrey. I believe that’s the King of Storms. He was quite young. He threw a tantrum.” A tantrum.
A child. A child did that. Because a child cannot control their emotions. Aemond is an adult, and he barely can master the emotions and the power he wields. What is a child supposed to do with such ungodly powers? “A child has no use of a godhood nor the right to hold it. He's the reason I'm an orphan. Rhaenyra knew. She knew and she let me share bread and water with that murderer.” You say, glaring at the image.
Aemond chuckles warmly, wrapping his arms around you. When he presses you to his chest, you feel a faint spark. “Mhm. You see, she has some troubling times. Her chosen is a hostage of her enemy, and her circle of trusted friends is growing ever smaller. She prefers having a spoon in every meal. Death, life, resurrection, nature. But it no longer works that way. That makes her desperate, that makes her afraid. And that makes her dangerous.” That’s why he took you when he did.
“You see now, there was no time to explain. I had to take you right away. My brother lately ascended to godhood. Daeron. He took the Godhood of the War with him. Rhaenyra put it under the care of one of her minions. Now that minion is dead.” He says cheerfully as if he is not discussing murder.
You frown, aware where this conversation is going. “How did Daeron kill the other gods? I thought you were immortal?” You remark, asking for Aemond’s input.
Aemond points to the crown on his head, smirking. “All of us have a talisman. You must destroy it, and drive a dagger made of pure silver through our hearts.” His crown.
He does something unexpected. He rises. And finally, he kneels. You are aware he’s holding his breath. “I don't want to lose you. I want you to become my goddess. My Queen. I want you to become immortal. Do you want that, Petal?”
You frown, unsure. Do you want that? To live forever? It seemed out of the question. It seemed as a fantasy. Something a child would dream of. Because only a child could dream of it, knowing you would watch everyone you love die. “I don't know. I'd have to kill someone. I never did that before. I'd have people to look after. Souls to guide. I don't know, Aemond. I'm a failure. I don't know how to manage my own life let alone help others.” You admit, sniffling.
He smiles, kissing your forehead, taking deep breaths as he calms you both down.
“You are anything but a failure.” He whispers. ‘’You saved me.’’ You don’t feel as a savor.
Aemond suddenly frowns, lifting his head, as he turns his head towards the windows overlooking the mountain tops. You follow his gaze. ‘’Something wrong?’’ You ask, as Aemond begins to smirk wider, broader, and bigger.
‘’Just a package that came in early. Nothing to worry about for now. Just think about what I said. I want to protect you, but if you were to become a goddess, you wouldn’t need my protection. You’d be able to explode people and to throw them from rocks.’’ He chuckles, adoring that image of you killing people. You, you are rather horrified by the idea. He seems to notice your hesitation and sighs, kissing your hands. ‘’Just think about it. That’s all I ask.’’ You sigh, understanding that he’s right. He cannot protect you forever. You have to decide…get killed, or murder someone.
fight or die.
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I'm so sorry it took some long but i rather I know what im doing nowadays than that i make sh*t up last minute and basically ruin it for 1. readers 2. me, because id be like ''well, thank you, f*cking past me, how the f*ck am i supposed to make this mess ok again?'' xD and now im like, excited, yes, so the cat is out of the bag. Rhaenyra wants to kill her. I saw someone who had a very close guess to this, saying it would be Aemond, but no, its sweet Rhaenyra.
also petal learning the truth about her parents...
thank you, if you're still around!!!!!!!
if you saw me copy the title/description from my past COB post, no you didnt.
#dark aemond#dark aemond x reader#aemond x reader#hotd#hotd fanfiction#hotd fanfic#aemond targaryen#aemond#aemond one eye#hotd x you#aemond x you#aemond smut#hotd x reader#aemond fic#aemond fanfiction#hotd x oc#aemond targaryen x reader#Aemondsmut#Smut#god aemond au#timezone reblog
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Hi my name is Barbie and 💥 I GOT THE JOB 💥
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Happy New Year!!!! 🎆🍾🎊
Just a couple of guys getting drunk and setting off fireworks on the roof of an old apartment building. Surely nothing could go wrong 👍
#roz art#roz posts#s: it's happy hour#♡: 🔨🎰🥃#hehe :]#I'm posting this early bc I wanna be able to reblog it later#also I'm sooooo impatient#being a PST timezone guy means I am so far behind everyone lol#antonblast#<- maintag jumpscare!!!
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Kaneki Week, an event celebrating all things Ken Kaneki, is approaching!! Kaneki Week will run from the 16th to 22nd of December 2024. For those interested, please check the prompt list above and guide given below!
Guide:
1) Please tag this account (@kaneki-week) or use the tag #kanekiweek24 when posting work intended for this event!
2) Tagged submissions will be reblogged from this account from the beginning of the official Kaneki Week to February 1st 2025. Submissions later than this will not be archived here.
3) The prompt list is merely suggestions. If you want to follow your own prompts or inspirations, you are fully welcome to do so! And don’t be pressured to post something for every single day of the week - if that is unrealistic for you, that’s okay, you’re still welcome to participate!
4) You can create whatever art you wish for this event - whether it be writing of any kind, fanart, edits, crafts, a dish that reminds you of Kaneki, literally anything. Generative AI submissions will not be accepted.
5) Please include a line break before any nsfw submissions.
#tokyo ghoul#tokyo ghoul:re#kaneki ken#ken kaneki#kaneki#kanekiweek24#please spread the word!#and remember everyone is welcome to join and share whatever Kaneki inspired you to make! as long as it’s Kaneki 👍 love to see it#btw if the days (monday tues etc) don’t match for your timezone that’s ok!! just post your stuff whenever that time is for you!#or don’t! post it whenever! just won’t be reblogged here after february
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new love grows on trees
killamangiro
the whole world is our playground
peter + lyrics
#happy birthday <3#(my timezone lmao)#i'll give it a reblog once it's in his timezone lmao#sry i ran out of time to do more:(#u know there is just something special about peter with a solo acoustic guitar#was listening to him play calvados earlier like. wow. straight to the soul.#anyway#goodnight y'all#peter#libslyrics
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Opening portrait commissions!
90€ for a single character 100€ for two characters in the same piece
I’m opening 6 slots, on a first come first serve basis!
Details:
headshots/busts only
two characters maximum in the same piece
simple background
elaborate clothing may get charged extra depending on complexity (parade armor, heavily detailed embroidery…)
you can message me here on tumblr, by email ([email protected]) or on discord (only if you have my handle)
payment is by Paypal only, an invoice will be sent to you after you’ve approved of the sketch
progress and slot availability can be checked here
Full details, pricing and ToS are available here. Please keep in mind the prices listed are my regular ones (no emergency commission discount or special offer), which have been raised to account for the Paypal tax.
Thank you so much for your interest, and for your neverdending support 💙💜
#commissions#commissions open#i'm expecting some rooks 👀#no but in all seriousness#this is the time of the year where taxes and stuff happen -_-#and i'm in the middle of a succession business atm#it's going fine and everyone is being nice but#expenses are coming -_-#will reblog later tonight#for timezone purposes
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wait i want to do a thing…. tumblr moots that see this will you reply with your favorite book? 🥺👀
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I long for the day that Mysterio's ao3 reader tag updates with a new work added again. I am so unwell, I need more.
I can't get enough of this guy.
#ghostie mumbles#IF I WASN'T SHY AND HAD MONEY... I'd commission some fics involving those prompts/concepts from that post I reblogged from my side#oh to live my dreams. gosh I wish.#2am is the perfect time to express how crazy I am for this guy. no one is awake to see me (aside from a few people cuz timezones)#@ those people specifically: You do not see me. shhhh#(joking around)#mysterio#quentin beck
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true pain is wanting to yap about ii18 but not having the words to yap about ii18 so you're just sitting there sobbing
(spoilers in tags btw!)
#ii#inanimate insanity#ii 18#inanimate insanity episode 18#inanimate insanity episode 18 spoilers#ii 18 spoilers#osc#object show community#sorry for large influx of posts! im just delirious over sentient objects haha ha ha HA#like WHAT DO YOU MEAN MEPAD FUCKING DIES#INFORMT OF MEPJONE?#I DIE? MEPAD DIES? I AM MEPAD SO I DIE?#WHAT#AND BOX IS ACTUALLY A SENTIENT BOX?????? AND NOT JUST SOME RANDOM CARDBOARD PARCEL???????#WHATTTT?????????#AND BOT MEETS UP WITH FAN ND TEST TUBE ??????#AND PAYJAY IS REAL AND CANON AND 100% IN THE ZJOW ?????!?!?!?!?;?!?!?;?!?!?;?;?;?#SHUT THE FUCK UP IM AVTUALLYGONNA CRY??#sorry im justs o#AGH#i will not be able ti function for the next few days HAHA#watch all my posts/reblogs become ii18 related#god bless what ii tumblr will become once all timezones get to watch ii18
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testing out a new hair style for this freak 🙄
#my art#sampo#sampo koski#hsr sampo#honkai star rail#hsr#samposting#how we feelin abt sampo with locs fellas. not exactly sure how im feelin abt it yet but we move. will tackle butterfly locs next... hm#im of the belief that hes in the 30 - 35 age range so i will try to work on showing that more... gave him tiny eye creases for now#black artists#artists on tumblr#will reblog again later or whatever. testing timezone posting to a small degree as well. but not really
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If this post gets 5,000 likes before the end of the year I will read homestuck at some point in 2024
#not gonna maintag#im not going to make it easy for you#i will stick by this if it somehow does get enough likes#end of the year measured by my timezone (nzdt)#i am also specifying likes instead of notes to prevent spam notes#by all means go ahead and spam reblog if you want#but it probably wont do much to the number of likes
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From SSO's instagram post:
"CAN WE BREAK THE INTERNET AGAIN, STARFAM? Mark your calendars! On Tuesday, November 26th, at 5 PM Stockholm time (CET 5 PM, EST 11 AM, PST 8 AM), use the redeem code "CRASH" to claim a small reward. But wait—there’s more! An extra special reward will follow for your efforts. P.S. Don’t panic if you don’t get your reward right away! If there’s a delay, it just means we succeeded in crashing the server . Once everything’s back online, your reward will be waiting for you. -Hampus"
You can watch the video on instagram or on tumblr.
#sso#star stable online#star stable#ssoblr#star unstable 2.0#if you have a good website where you can see what time it is in different timezones please add it in a reblog or lmk and I'll add it in#the main post#sso code#sso redeem code#sso codes#let's crash the website
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serial killer case fic one shot!
As the cop jogged off, Shinichi glanced at the witness again. “It’s a nice thought but I’m not sure he’ll be able to keep anything down,” he murmured to the paramedic. “Seems like kind of an extreme reaction.” The paramedic raised both eyebrows so high Shinichi wondered if he was going for some sort of record. “It’s not,” he said flatly. “And just a sip or two will go a long way. I’m gonna ask that you don’t question him until then.” He seemed to have fixed his stance a little more solidly between Shinichi and the witness so Shinichi shrugged and agreed, stepping away from the ambulance again and back toward the crime scene. Megure immediately flagged him down. “Kudou-kun. Azuma-san found something.”
#timezone reblog#but also I just wanted a nicer post now that I've finally got the link working right 🙄#dcmk#kudou shinichi#kuroba kaito#case fic#dcmk fic#I consider this to be pre-kaishin#kinda hard picking some segment of the story to put here#don't wanna give anything away! ;D
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alright. i think. we should talk and things. im following u, you’re following me, and sure sometimes its just nice to have a busy dash etc, but i guess im in that ‘hm, they haven’t reblogged a meme in a while and will i look insane if i just jump in their messages like, wow your last reply was wonderful, please tell me more about your muse and that plot you have !!’
so if we a) haven’t interacted but you’d like to talk about dynamics / muses etc, or b) we have but u wanna be like ‘hey andrea come shout life has just been busy so feel free!’ —- then drop a heart and i’ll slide on over!! (After work! ✌🏻)
#I’ll reblog a few times for the different crowds.#all i know is that im in the UK#dont ask me about timezones. i try to understand. i never have. at the age of 30 im not gonna understand now#i just know people are asleep when i am awake and vice versa uwu
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you’ve most likely seen my rb for Aku already, I posted it literally right before i saw the answered ask so very sorry about that!!
but anyways i screenshotted it aand here! <3
Thank you !!
#poll propaganda#akutagawa ryuunosuke#bsd#I did not see the reblog because of my timezone#(Was probably asleep when it was posted)
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Sharena Week 2024 Day 1: Past and Future
And so it starts! Go forth, valiant heroes, and don't forget to have a Sharetastic day!
#sharenaweek#sharenaweek2024#sharena#feh sharena#fire emblem heroes#fe sharena#fire emblem#🎉 and so it begins#well. technically it's started in other timezones but. y'know#will start reblogging in about 11 hours when i wake up lol#day 1: past and future#past and future
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