#yule au

[eraenaa]

Desperate Requirement (Hogwarts AU)

Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader Tag List

Synopsis: It’s hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.

Warnings: Barely any plot; just smut, Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, Handjob, P in V sex, Semi-Public Relations, Shower Sex, Very Horny Aemond, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2,660

A/N: I really wanted to do Aemond in Hogwarts because when I first watched HOTD, I was just recovering from my Draco Malfoy phase.

“Aemond,” You called, voice distracted and heavily laced with pleasure as his lips were on your neck and his cold hands were hiking up the hem of your skirt higher and higher. “We… we can’t do this here,” You called, your hands tangling in his hair, not at all making any move to push him away and hinder where your actions were leading. You were pushed up against the door of one of the many broom closets in the castle. Aemond pulled you in there as you were on your way to your next class. His actions made you completely forget about the spell in charms you stayed up to study the night before. “The professor is still in a meeting… they’ll be late. Why not capitalize on the opportunity?” He said against your skin, his hand going to your waist to pull you closer to him.

Your eyes fluttered to a close as lips returned to suck on your sensitive skin, making certain to leave a mark. Already amused, he thought about which way you would once again hide them. Will you cover them with those pastes you smuggled from the muggle world? Or perhaps will you, once again, constantly wear your house scarf even though the weather or setting did not reacquire it. Maybe you’ll surprise him and be bold enough to show all the marks Aemond intended to give you to mark his territory. 

You sighed as his hands tried to unbutton your shirt; when his cold touch grazed the warm skin of your chest, your sensibilities returned. “I—I can’t be intimate with you here,” You whispered and pushed Aemond away. “Why not? Just earlier today, you were straddling me in my bed so I would not leave,” Aemond mused, recalling the scene that initially made him yearn for you so harshly at this hour of the day. “Well, that was in the privacy of your room! Anyone can walk in here and catch us! A student, a house elf— Merlin forbid, a professor!” You said and tried to push Aemond away but he would not have it. “Please, darling, just…” Aemond whispered, and you tried not to grow soft at the slight tone of begging in his voice. “Aemond,” you sighed as he took hold of your wrist and guided it downwards, making you feel the need in him. 

You moaned quietly as you felt his hard length, proving that he needed you so greatly.  You could no longer restrain yourself as you palmed his length through his trousers, hisses coming from his lips as you pleasured him through the fabric of his uniform. Cold hands found their way to your breasts, kneading the mounds and making you bite your lip as wetness gathered at your cunt. “Aemond… oh, Aemond,” You sighed, tilting your head back as one of his cold hands trailed downward and cupped your heat. His fingers rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves as you continued to palm his throbbing length. Your breathing mixed as your stifled moans and sighs echoed through the broom closet, the both of you reaching your peaks even though your skin had not actually touched. Aemond panted harshly as he spilled himself in his uniform, the spot where his seed gathered turning a darker shade. 

“Scourgify,” you took your wand from your robe and uttered the enchantment. Aemond gave you a lazy smile as his sapphire-colored eye was still hazy from his release. You breathed out a sigh as his lips found yours once more, his tongue teasing your bottom lip and seeking entrance, but you could not be distracted anymore. “We have to go,” You pushed him away and turned to open the door, peeking out your head to make certain that no passerby would see the both of you emerging from the utility room. The both of you reached charms class at the nick of time. Your cheeks flushed, and your neck was covered by your wool scarf even though it was unseasonably warm. Aemond sat beside you, demeanor more lax and a satisfied smirk on his thin lips, and his hand resting on your upper thigh throughout the whole of the lesson. Effectively distracting you from the professor’s lecture. 

You watched Aemond through the whole of his quidditch practice. You savored the way how focused he was trying to catch the snitch. Not missing the stunts he did to impress you nor the suggestive looks he’ll give when he passes you. By the end of their practice, your lip was between your teeth, and your legs were tightly crossed to relieve the need that had gathered in the past two hours of watching him fly around the quidditch pitch. 

You quickly made your way down from the pitch minutes before they dismounted their brooms. You sneaked your way into the locker rooms to wait for Aemond. He was the captain of the Slytherin team, and one of the benefits of that was he had his own private shower stall and dressing room to change in. You bit your lip as you stood in the shower stall, hearing the distant sound of footsteps and chatter from the team. Your breathing hitched as Aemond’s voice was drawing closer, him lecturing one of his teammates about the game, clearly aggravated and frustrated. It would seem this endeavor would serve him beneficially. You bit your cheeks as Aemond’s words died on his tongue as he saw you standing stark naked in his shower stall, waiting for him. 

He waved off his teammate and did not waste a second before wrapping his arms around you and placing his lips against yours. Your heart stuttered as you realized his tense and rugged figure turned putty in your arms, the frustrations you felt oozing from him miraculously disappearing. You sighed as you two were enveloped in the hot water, your lips never parting even though it was a bit of a struggle to breathe. You gasped in shock as Aemond hoisted you on his waist, pushing you against the tiled wall and aligning his length in your entrance. “You wouldn’t let me fuck you in the privacy of the closet, but you would happily let me have my way with you here? In the men’s bathroom, with my teammates just in the distance? How lewd had you become?” Aemond mused as you very slowly sank down on his cock, him making sure to catch every little reaction you would make as your cunt was once again filled by him. 

You whimpered and moaned as you were fully filled by him, Aemond hissing as the tip of his cock rested perfectly in the spongey spot of your cunt. The spot that made your eyes roll back in your head and your back arch. “You have to be quiet, my darling… wouldn’t want to be caught now, would you?” Aemond hummed, his hands gripping your bottom, and his hips thrust to meet yours, your moans spewing quietly into the side of his neck as you buried your face there. “Aemond, what’s taking you so long?” His brother Aegon screamed from the locker room. “Give me a minute!” Aemond yelled but his tone was laced with concentration that made his other teammates suspicious. “Is he having a fucking wank?” You heard one of his teammates ask, and Aemond buried his cock deep inside, his lips continuing his torment on the side of your neck. 

“Aemond… oh, I’m… fuck, I’m coming,” You moaned, dazed by the pleasure he gave. Aemond bit his lip as he moved one of his hands to cover your mouth, already knowing that you were ready to scream when you reached your peak. It truly was flattering for him to hear you scream out in pleasure; his name would always be uttered as you came, but he could not let the two of you be found in such a state. You panted against his hand, dazed eyes watching him tilt his head back as he came deep inside you, quiet groans leaving his lips. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Aemond sighed and kissed your lips, then your cheeks, as you slowly unwrapped your legs around his waist. The two of you were sweaty from the endeavor, but luckily, the shower was just there. 

“Stop it.” You gritted lowly as Aemond’s hand trailed upward your skirt. You were attending your Defense against the Dark Arts class, but Aemond was determined to distract you from the important lesson. “I need you,” he whispered in your ear as the professor was turned away from the class; you quietly whimpered as he nipped your ear after he whispered the words. “Pay attention; the O.W.Ls are near.” You whispered even though his small action caused you to need as well. Aemond grunted and returned his attention to the lecture, but now you, too, were distracted as well, need pooling between your legs as his hand never left your thigh, only inching higher and higher. 

You bit your lip and raised your hand, excusing yourself to go to the lavatory. “Meet me in the second-floor prefect’s washroom,” You whispered to Aemond after, a sly smirk adorning his lips as you left. You waited impatiently for Aemond to appear, and when he did, you grabbed him by the necktie to smash your lips together. “Hurry, they’ll get suspicious,” You muttered as you two were squished together in a stall. Your fingers tried to undo his trousers, but you frowned as he nudged your hands away, and he instead sank to his knees. “Aemond, what ar—“ You could not finish your thought as he hiked up your skirt and pushed your undergarments to the side so his lips could meet your cunt. 

Moans quickly spewed from your lips, no matter how hard you tried to stifle them. You looked down to see Aemond grinning up at you, his fingers pushing themselves into you. “So fucking wet… you could never resist me, now can you, my darling?” He hummed, then sucked on your bundle of nerves, making you moan louder. “Aemond!” You cried as he curled his fingers, the sound of your wetness and moans echoing through the empty lavatory. “Fuck, you’re so good…” You uttered as you felt your core tighten with the same need for release. His name once again spewed from your lips as you came on lips. You hummed in satisfaction as his lips met yours, tasting your essence on his tongue. 

“You look gorgeous, my darling,” Aemond smiled as he spun you around. The great hall was decorated for the occasion. The Yule Ball was probably your favorite event at Hogwarts. “You look quite handsome yourself,” You smiled as you gazed up at him. You rested your head on his shoulder as you two swayed to the slow tune of the dance, his hand firmly on your waist. You sighed in contentment as you were in the arms of the boy you had loved since your first day in Hogwarts. “Do you want to get out of here?” You asked quietly as the dance floor became more crowded. Aemond was quick to agree and took hold of your hand to escort you out of the great hall, finding an empty carriage so the two of you could enjoy each other’s company in privacy. 

Your lips danced their familiar dance as Aemond’s hold on your waist was threading upwards and nearing the valley of your breast. Your hands moved to rest upon his thigh, but you gasped in shock and embarrassment as the carriage door flew open, a professor catching the both of you. “Ten points each will be deducted from your house. Now go back to the hall,” they sternly said, and you and Aemond hurriedly disembarked the carriage, your cheeks flaming red in embarrassment. 

You returned to the castle, turning to Aemond wide-eyed as he tried his hardest to stifle his laughs. “Don’t laugh! That was mortifying!” You said, but Aemond shook his head and cupped your heated cheeks. “You looked so adorable,” He laughed and gave your lips a kiss. You breathed in deeply as your heart stuttered at the way he looked at you with adoration. “Where do we go now? The rooms are locked, even our dorms,” You sighed as you two stood in an empty hallway. “Here?” Aemond suggested, but you scrunched up your brows at his ludicrous suggestion. You chewed on your cheeks as the need for Aemond was evermore present. “The astronomy tower?” He asked as you rested your head on his chest, your gaze downward, seeing that he, too, needed you badly. “No, it’s too cold,” You sighed and his arms wrapped around your frame. 

All of a sudden, you hear the sound of light debris falling to the ground. Aemond frowned and took out his wand, preparing for an attack. Your brows furrowed as the empty wall in the hallway started to transform. The blank bricks reveal chiseled carvings and, ultimately, a door opened for the both of you. Your lips gaped, and you turned to Aemond, “Did… did we just summon the room of requirement?” You asked in disbelief. Aemond pulled you into the summoned room that housed a bed and fireplace. You were still in shock that you two had found the room that you thought was a hoax, but shock could not be properly comprehended as his lips were on yours again. Your bodies trailed over to the bed as your articles of clothing were tossed to the floor. You sat by the edge of the bed, gazing up at Aemond whose lips were parted as your hand was wrapped around his length. 

You hear him his as your lips wrap around the tip of his length, your eyes still locked on his as you take in his length deeper into your mouth. “Fuck, darling, you look so pretty with your lips around my cock,” Aemond hummed and cupped your cheek, which was hollowed as you sucked his length. You gagged as the tip of him hit the back of your throat, his loudly groaning at the sensation. You continued on, tears spilling at the side of your eyes, “Such a good girl taking my cock,” Aemond praised as he abruptly pulled out of your cock. He, without warning, turned you around and let your stomach hit the soft mattress, your bum in the air as he squeezed them harshly. 

You let out a loud moan as he plunged his length deep inside you, the wetness you had gathered making lewd noises that accompanied your moans and the crackling fire. “You like that? You like it when I fuck you from behind, don’t you, my darling?” Aemond grunted, his hands gathering your hair and lightly pulling it. The pain adds to your pleasure, and it translates to your walls clenching tightly around him. You could only moan as Aemond’s cold hand reached downwards, and his slender fingers started to draw circles upon your nubbin, your moans growing louder. Begging him for release as your knees dug into the soft, feathered bed and your hands fisted the sheets. 

Aemond felt his release coming as well. He momentarily stopped his thrust to turn you around, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone and as he filled your cunt with his seed. You feel his weight atop you and his lips against yours. “Aemond… Aemond!” You cried as you came hard on his cock. Your lips moved to his shoulders, and your teeth bit down on his flesh, making him groan in pained pleasure, urging him to spill himself inside you a bit earlier than he had wished. 

Aemond collapsed atop your bare body, sweaty limbs intertwined. “Aemond?” You called, trying to catch your breath. “Yes, my darling?” He asked, “I still need you,” You said and heard him chuckle, moving to kiss your lips and moved to oblige your needs once more. 

[fwoosheye]

Holiday Piece for @limited-hero's discord prompt "Christmas". I just feel like Ordon probably have some version of the Yule Goats, considering it's a farming community with a lot of goats, goat themed decorations, and a goat shaped guardian spirit.

Happy Holidays y'all!

[wanderinguteruspress-blog]

A lil late but ANYWAY blessed Yuletide y’all!

[jegulily-stuff]

Jegulily but they all go to different schools and meet at a triwizard tournament.

All champions? maybe, or maybe one of them doesnt get picked and is bitter towards their own schools champion (kinda want that for James)

James has to go to Hogwarts, he needs to be in Godric Gryffindors house, its part of his personality. Beauxbatons Reg is an obvious choice but Durmstrang could work given their prefered subject matter. I like Durmstrang Lily a lot though, it seems like a school that only cares about students that are great at something - and she is. Also dark magic is part of her introduction to magic through Snape, before she knows how politicised it is, so it works well for her to go to a school that treats it as regular academics. Otherwise Hogwarts suits her better than Beauxbatons

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Bc its the season of it, how do the fairy boys celebrate the holidays? If I remember Nan mentioned celebrating yule?

Yes, Nan celebrated Yule and taught the boys her practices.

While they respect all religions, Sun and Moon still continue to celebrate the way Nan had showed them. They’ve even showed Lunar at some point.

And of course they all go to bed on time and sleep before St. Nick’s arrival.

[t1oui]

thinking about james who does not understand social cues AT ALL driving lily up the wall bc she’s trying to be his wingman but he sucks at flirting/making moves/knowing when to flirt and/or make moves etc

james and regulus dancing together and lily is standing off to the side trying to motion for james to kiss regulus and james is just like “huh?” and reg is like “what are you looking at? look at ME” and finally she gets fed up and grabs remus and kisses him and then turns to james like DO THAT and he does

[lilyevansmywife]

James was still a child when he got to his first yule ball. He was in his third year or so and he was not romantic, he only wanted to have fun with his friends.

And then there was Regulus. A little boy sitting in a corner in his formal robes, which, though custom-made, looked very foolish on him. Then James went up to him and asked what had happened. Regulus bit his lip, but after a few moments, he muttered in a barely audible voice:

"I want to dance."

"So go dance," said James as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Regulus glared at him and dropped his gaze to the floor, shrinking more tightly than before. James did not understand why he continued to babysit his best friend's little brother, but he grabbed his arm and led him out of the great hall.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Regulus was outraged in earnest.

"Leading you to dance," James turned around and smiled at Regulus, who just rolled his eyes.

They went into an empty classroom, the music was still there, but there was no one else but them. James began to squirm strangely, perhaps it was supposed to be a dance, but Regulus just thought he was a fool.

It was some more time of James's bizarre movements out of time with the music, before Regulus smiled, barely noticeable at first, but then burst out laughing, and James just grabbed his arms and began to circle in a stupid, so childish and funny dance.

[draigonboother]

The Bolt, Chapter 5

Excerpt: "Around them, everyone else seems to have also reached the same conclusion, and the hall is filled with loud, excited conversation and stunned looks — some confused, some amazed — and her name floats from mouth to mouth like a rising current, Granger Granger Granger. Pansy is talking him now, nudging his shoulder, but her voice melts into the other voices, blurry and faraway, and Draco cannot think of anything except her hand in Krum’s —"

Summary: A world without Voldemort, in which the Triwizard Tournament occurs in their sixth year. This story navigates Draco's and Hermione's relationship through their sixth and seventh year. Involves secret relationships, pureblood and muggleborn politics, love, and growth.

[hallo-spaceb0y]

Harry and Draco heading to Narcissa's annual Yule Ball at the Manor.

(picrew creds to elena-illustration)

[tovalhallaandback]

Just thinking about how we were ROBBED of any yule/Christmas content in TLk. Specifically in Season 5.

[who-parties-on-a-tuesday]

Yule cat Iceland crack au!

That moment when you go to Iceland for the holidays and accidentally adopt a giant cat as your little brother figure.

So there's a folklore story in Iceland, that if a child isn't gifted clothes on Christmas, the Yule cat would eat them.

Does this technically count as Christmas art?

[chasingmidnights]

'Tis the Season: Holiday Special

Day Four - Loki - what the holidays might looks like with Loki in your life. Things are a little different as Loki introduces some Yule traditions to you. Things that Frigga taught him growing up on Asgard. Lighting the Yule log, going out and picking a good, strong Yule tree and decorating it with ornaments and dried fruit. Your favorite though is when you cozy up by the fire and Loki reads to you a few stories.

[presidenthades]

Modern AU HOTD Yule Fic

Title: Love Actually (Targaryen Version)

Word Count: 7100 (complete, oneshot)

Rating: M (for language and ribald humor, probably being overcautious)

Summary: The Targaryen clan is gathering for their annual Yule celebration. Daemon forgot to buy presents (again), Aegon and Jacaera are bringing the new baby, everyone’s hoping Aemond and Lucera don’t have sex in the closet (again), and Joff is hiding something (but what else is new?). Also, Cregan is coming as Baela’s date. This is his first time meeting her family, and he is absolutely, totally, 100% prepared for this.

Notes: Modern AU of the House Full of Daughters-verse. Rhaenyra is adopted so a lot of incest has been removed from the equation, but your mileage may vary. We’re mostly here to watch Daemon suffer.

[jardinvrm]

Did Fuyumi have to deal with harassment from the public just because she was Harumi's sister?

Ohh man.. yes. A LOT.

Fuyumi is going through a lot like, grief, loss, hallucinations, lonely, abandoned by Lloyd and stuff... and on top of all dat the public doesn't leave her alone

It's understandable really, the public went through a lot because of one of their so-called 'princess' and destroyed half of the city, so imagine if one was like that then the other one must be too! ....right?

Another reason why Fuyumi did her... 'ultimate upgrade' and hid her face completely because it got so intense that even after dying her hair blonde, people still compared them together, Fuyumi was already drowning in self hatred and pity and was planning on ripping her face off eventually but that? that did it and she covered it up now

(also because she can't really hide her emotions well, Harumi could and she did it well by hiding her true twisted identity her whole life but Fuyumi? Fuyumi is as clear as paper when it comes to showing her emotions, so she doesn't want anyone to see her tears nor sad face anymore, instead she went to a more intimidating look)

keep in mind that this doesn't change the fact that she's a great ruler, hell, she's probably better than her adoptive parents themselves, she understands everything that happens but... it hurts, it hurts so much

[ashleyfableblack]

Chill, Chancellor. Queen Twilight's gotcha number. Happy Hearthswarming and Big Love to all y'all out there.

[quinnoliver]

Job hunting sucks so hard that I can't enjoy art these days.

To be self indulgent....

Decorating!

Heath: *hopping with a holly branch*

Wilfred: may I?

Heath: please!

Wilfred: *lifts Heath up* here?

Heath: yes! Wil, the dried oranges too, please!

Arthur: Merlin, just use magic

Merlin: where's the fun in that? *Puts a decoration just an inch higher than Arthur's*

Arthur: oh is that how you want to play?

The knights: running around with decorations while Leon and Lancelot trying to keep them organised

Gwen: oh, Gwaine, don't eat that! No, don't put that on Mordred's face!

Morgana: idiots.