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witchthewriter · 6 months

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𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: not a soul mate au, but I can write those if anyone wants! Oh, and Aemond is in his 20s.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Aemond had always been pessimistic. Even from a young age.

・His family was to blame but more so, it was the trauma of losing his eye.

・Although he told everyone it was worth it as he gained a dragon, there was still a fracture in his soul

・He was heartbroken, that his cousins had crossed a line.

・And along with his physical scar, one of revenge was also scarred within him.

・Aemond, although dutiful, also craved something. Love. He'd never admit it, but it was love. And he promised himself to never pursue it.

・That changed.

・Not suddenly and maybe not completely

・But it changed to the point that he no longer sought retribution. The hot, bitter hatred had begun to cease with each interaction he had with you.

・Such softness you had for him. It was foreign. Even Alicent had her impatience and snapped at him from time to time.

・But you did not. You never did such things. He was apprehensive with you because he was waiting for that moment to arrive. For the calmness to dissipate.

・So there was always a wide birth between the two of you.

・And you let him have his space. He was royalty after all. A Targaryen prince, you could not make him do anything he did not want to.

・But even that changed.

・Someone had insulted you, on your appearance. A lord from a small House, visiting King's Landing.

・And although Aemond had not spoken to you in weeks, he would not hear a bad word come out of anyone's mouth.

・So Aemond absolutely dragged the man until the whole table was laughing at him. Bringing up illegitimate children, visiting whorehouses, talking about the secrets that could get him killed.

・Aemond did not care.

・And in that moment, everyone saw that you were off limits. Even if that was not Aemond's intention.

・In the following weeks, Helaena in all her gentleness and confusingness, beckoned Aemond to pursue you.

・He did so slowly, asking to take a walk with you on the castle grounds. Then came the presents, small ones - a flower on your bed with a note from him.

・Helaena seemed to be his greatest advisor on you.

・There was always a sense of tension with Aemond, but you went with it. Not overstepping or pushing. In truth, you were scared he'd be too overwhelmed and leave you.

・Aemond took the next steps: dinners, outings, even giving you jewellery.

・It wasn't until you gently cupped his cheek one afternoon, that he nearly shattered. The words nearly slipped from his mouth. I love you.

But he needed to know if this was a ruse:

Aemond didn't believe you were serious. That you truly loved him, wholeheartedly. Even he did not love himself. So, he took a piece of your hair and went to a known sorceress.

"I need to know if their words are true. I need to know if this is a trick."

"No trick, my lord," was the old woman's reply. Even in the dim light there was a certain energy around her. That Aemond swore he could ... see.

"How do I know you aren't lying?" His voice was barely above a whisper. But there was demand in it.

"You have given me what I asked for. I have no reason to lie. And to a royal dragon rider no less."

Aemond was silent. Letting the knowledge wash over him.

"You would do well to keep them by your side. A love like that is one in a lifetime."

・Once he was convinced, Aemond ran to you. Grabbing your hand and finding a private place to talk.

"I love you," he was breathless.

・The old dragon Vhagar does not know your face, but knows your smell. She allows you to ride with Aemond because she's aware of your bond.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Love language is physical touch (You) x Is touch starved (Aemond)

"Ohhh so you hate me?" (You) x *I'll never love anyone this much again* (Aemond)

Golden Retriver (You) x Black Cat (Aemond)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You Fell First, He Fell Harder

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley

True Love's Kiss by James Newton Howard

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, I bloody mean it.

・Not a rough lover, no. Not unless you have been teasing him.

・Then he becomes ravenous.

・So really, it's up to you. If you want soft Aemond, then give him respect, love, admiration.

・But if it's rough Aemond you desire, then grab his thigh, inch too close to his cock then move your hand and suck your fingers - do this in front of many people and his eye will be as cold as the sapphire one.

・Aemond loves your body.

・The softness, the warmth.

・Whenever Aegon asked about Aemond's 'type,' all he could say was, "I want someone who is more."

・His crushes on servants, maids, messengers etc were all ones with more curves. He loved imagining their plump round ass stuck in the air, waiting for him to plough them.

・When you know he's had a rough day, or he's been gone for a while, you'll be naked and ready on the bed for him.

・And it's a sight to behold. He imagines it whenever you aren't near. Because even the thought of you, naked and waiting, can bring him to his knees.

・Aemond loves holding your hands above your head, and nudging your thighs apart. Commanding you to keep your hands in the air, he moves down your body, kissing as he goes along, until he's at your sex.

・With a hot, wet tongue he loves teasing you. Making you beg for him, for his cock, for him to be inside you.

・Because that's when you feel the most whole. When your bodies are encased in each other.

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vivalarevolution · 4 months

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𝓜𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵

Devil Aemond Targaryen x Witch Reader

Summary: She wanted power and control , and she was determined to do anything to get it. She knew exactly how far she had to go and what she had to sacrifice to make devil himself appear and turn her dreams into reality.

A/N: There was a lot of inspiration from novels and series with witchcraft and witches, so there may be darker askpets in this work, as well as a slight devil worship. So if you are not comfortable with that , you are forewarned. Nevertheless , I hope you all will like the idea and as usual you will enjoy reading it. Please remember that english is not my native language, mistakes may happen.

Work contains smut , minors do not interact.

He stood before her. A fallen angel. The dark lord. The devil himself.

He was tall and lean, but behind the layer of blood she could see the muscles that tightened with every breath he took. His long hair had been tainted with a scarlet substance, but she could still see their silvery whiteness. One of his eyes was violet while a sapphire stone glowed in the other. He had long face which was decorated with a scar, but it only made him more handsome in her eyes.

There was a darkness around his person , a feeling of danger.

But despite this, she stood before him , staring at him. She did not fall to her knees before him , she did not bow , she just stood , silently watching the former God's soldier , who stared at her just as intensely.

-You came - she whispered after a moment , approaching him slowly.

-You called - he replied , smiling smugly , when he noticed how the woman looked at him , how she fought to control the trembling of her body.

The man allowed her fingers to brush against his pale torso, where his heart was hidden, taking pleasure in her curiosity , which seemed to grow by the second, with each newly touched patch of his skin.

-How should I call you? - she asked , leveling her gaze with him.

Suddenly he grabbed her wrist , that was touching his human flesh.

-You have called me , and yet you do not know my name? - he said, pulling her close to him, so close that their lips were almost touching, and their breaths mingled.

-You have many names and many forms - she replied , resting her free hand on his shoulder to try and push him away , but in vain.

The devil took one last look at her before his attention shifted to the witch's wrist, the same one he held in an iron grip, the same one he kissed extremely tenderly, leaving an electrifying feeling behind.

-Aemond - he muttered after a brief moment , his mouth moving upward, kissing her blood-stained fingertips - You will call me Aemond , little witch.

-Aemond - she repeated, tasting his name on her tongue.

-Again - he growled , embracing her around the waist , making her black , lace dress slowly become covered in crimson.

-Aemond - she whispered , looking at him , but his attention was focused on her full , soft lips.

-Tell me my beautiful Y/n- he murmured , catching her chin between his fingers, pulling her towards him again ,letting her addictive scent delude his senses -Tell me what you desire , and I will give it to you.

-You know my name? - she asked, but there was no surprise nor intrigue, which made the white-haired devil even more crazy about mortal woman.

-How could I not know the name of the witch who sacrificed so many innocent lives so that I could come down to earth? -he remarked, smiling tauntingly, out of the corner of his eye looking at the window, reminding her of the bodies lying in the forest deep in the ground and the sea of blood that she shed - I'll aks you one more time, what is it that you want? -he repeated himself, sliding his thumb over her lower lip , staining it with blood.

-I want Salem, I want it all for myself - she confessed without a shadow of hesitation in her voice.

-I'll give you Salem. I'll give you a town from the edge of the world, and with it all the miserable lives that are in it - he said - But I won't do it for free - he confessed, and the woman widened her eyes in disbelief and irritation, which she did not manage to hide from the man before her.

-I called you on Black Sunday. I have performed the ritual. I shed the blood of the pure and innocent so that you can stand here before me in a body of flesh and bone. I gave you all I could give. What more do you want? - she wondered , furrowing her eyebrows in an act of displeasure, which amused the devil.

-You- replied Aemond , stroking her cheekbone with his thumb -I want you to become Queen of the Night. I want you to rule at my side in hell as my beloved and as my bride. I want...to have you.

-Why me? -she asked, pushing him away moments later-What is so compelling about me that the devil himself wants to have me?

The woman looked at him expectantly, but he remained silent for a long time, trying to get close to her again, which resulted in her slowly moving back with every step he took towards her, playing a game of cat and mouse with him.

-Everything my beautiful Y/n - announced the king of hell , still following her silhouette , almost like a predator followed after its prey -I know your thoughts , your dreams , and your goals. When you made a pact with me, you let me see the darkness you hid inside your soul. The darkness that made me crazy about you - he growled , grabbing her by her forearm, pulling her toward him to trap her in his strong arms once again.

The young woman looked into his violet eye before her gaze focused on his scar. Her hand involuntarily lifted upward the tips of her fingers touched the thickened tissue , tracing its path.

Her act seemed to have no deeper purpose, but this was not true. That scar and that sapphire hidden in his eye socket spoke of the fact that someone had once defeated him, leaving him crippled and betrayed. And she knew that the devil was as vengeful as he was powerful and that no one would go unpunished as long as he existed.

And the witch needed this , she needed her own black knight ready to kneel at her feet.

-If that's what I have to do to get what I want - she purred like a cat, bringing her face closer to his -Then make me your queen - she whispered into his mouth , brushing them gently with every word she spoke.

Aemond growled lowly at her words , clenching his large hands on her waist before he attacked her soft, pink lips.

His body was hot against hers, giving her the impression that she was being burned alive, but despite this she did not move away from him, entangling her fingers between strands of his white hair, pulling at them and drawing him closer as he tore her dress off her shoulders, leaving her only in a black velvet choker with an obsidian crystal hanging lazily in the middle.

-Now you belong to me - he said , grabbing her neck and pulling her away from him -Your body and soul are mine. For all eternity - he muttered into her swollen lips.

-Yours. All yours - woman declared quietly, trying to reunite their lips in a fiery, passionate kiss, only to have the man's rough fingers tighten on her throat.

Devil laughed as he observed her actions.

The witch in front of him seemed so cold, yet one touch from him was enough for lust to take over her mortal mind.

She was almost like an enigma to him , but it didn't frustrate him , oh no , on the contrary. He was pleased with this fact , pleased that his new toy wasn't so easily broken.

But he decided to try break her anyway.

He pushed her body against a nearby wall , hovering over her almost immediately. Still avoiding her sweet lips , which called out to him , he kissed her ample breasts , going lower and lower , marking every , possible patch of her firm skin , until his tongue found it's place between her swollen and wet folds.

He tasted her as if she were the sweetest of desserts, causing her to let out a loud, erotic and lustful moan. Her fingers once again found their way into his long hair as she w writhe in convulsions of pleasure that the devil himself was giving her. His movements were precise and bestial at the same time, making the knot of her lower abdomen burst pathetically fast and impossibly intense drenching his face with her juices, which only made him more feral.

Aemond joined their lips in a sensual kiss , placing his hands on her thighs , lifting her in one , sure movement , as if she weighed as much as the feather itself.

Laying her down on the soft mattress , he did not even for a moment move away from her addictive lips , which so soft and sweet stimulated his senses . His hands, soon after, began to roam over the witch's delicate body , exploring every inch of her immaculate flesh just as his lips had done moments ago.

-Please - she panted - Please don't make me wait any longer.

The man leveled his gaze with her. Her eyes were misty and her lips were slightly parted. Her hair scattered over the red satin was almost arranged in a halo giving her an angelic appearance.

-Even if God himself offered me the kingdom of heaven, I would not be able to refuse you, my beautiful Y/n - he replied, tearing the leather pants he wore.

The witch let out a loud, uncontrollable moan when she finally felt him inside her, filling her, warming her body like a fire , which instead of burning gave her nothing but pleasure. Their sweat quickly turned into one as he moved inside her and as their naked and bloody bodies rubbed against each other creating the smell of sex that was so intoxicating, the two lovers couldn't pull away from each other. His mouth practically devoured those of the mortal woman, pulling away only to breathe after their heavy, wet and hot caresses. As Aemond began to pound into her harder, deeper and faster, the young woman's legs involuntarily began to shake, betraying how close to the end she was , and her hands, as if having a mind of their own, went to his back, driving her nails into his milky skin.

They were unappeased , passionate and almost brutal in their movements , making their act a sweet torture that went on and on , never stoping. Not even as night turned into day , and day turned into night again. They remained in each other's embrace , becoming more and more addicted to each other.

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multific · 1 year

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The Deal

Aemond Targaryen x DarkSorceress!Reader

Part 2

Summary: You could never see your own future, no matter in who you searched for. You could only see bits and pieces of the future of people you would be involved with longer. So, when the handsome Dragon Prince wonders into your home, you only see small bits of his future. You knew what that meant. It meant that he was your future.

"I can feel the anger in your veins. I can feel your desire for revenge in all of your movements. You, Prince Aemond, what brought you here?"

"The rain." he replied honestly, still looking for the person with the voice but finding no one.

"This anger is going to make you stumble, it is what's going to cause many deaths and misery."

"Show yourself!" he demanded.

You took a step out of the darkest corner. Looking him in the eye.

"Maybe it really was the rain," noticing how drenched he was.

"Who are you?"

"Do they no longer teach our stories? I am a sorceress."

"Don't be ridiculous, magic doesn't exist."

"Are you blind to both of your eyes?" you asked slightly laughing as you lifted your hand to your left eye and dragged down your middle finger.

Aemond could only watch as a scar identical to his appearing. "Although I prefer ruby, I like red more." you said as you opened your eye and now it was replaced by a red stone. Aemond lifted his sword higher.

He could only watch as you looked around as if you were trying out your new eye.

"You can fight like this?" you asked.

"How dare you mock me!"

"I am not. I admire it. Your eye is special." Aemond put his sword against your neck, it surely didn't phase you as you took a step towards him, letting the sharp edge cut your skin slightly as it drew a little blood.

Aemond was more shocked by this as he moved his sword back, lowering it.

"You are very special, My Prince." Aemond felt as if you were reading his mind, he didn't like it. But at the same time, there was something about it that he enjoyed. "I can almost see you, you have the power but we both know you would be the one on your knees for me."

Aemond could only blink and look into your eyes. You smiled, a wicked smile but sweet at the same time.

"My Prince is speechless. I am truly honoured to know that I still have my charm. You came in here because of the rain but I know it was something... higher."

"I have made a terrible mistake."

"I am aware. Killing the young boy... you have no idea what you started."

"Can you help me? Make things right?"

"Depends on how well you use your tongue."

"I can convince you, when I came in here I didn't expect to find a sorceress. But I have power, money or whatever you wish for in exchange for your help. My uncle would come for me to kill me, I can feel it."

"I have to be honest, I didn't mean speaking when I said to use your tongue. I always found your family, well as a matter of fact all royal families interesting. I can save your life, but I will not interfere with anyone else's."

"What do you mean?"

"The others will die, and I will do nothing about them. But when your time comes, I can save you from death. Take it or leave it." Aemond looked deep in thought.

"Do I have time to think on this?"

"Of course, I was heading to sleep when you barged in, we can talk about this in the morning, sleep by the fire, keep warm or you'll catch a cold."

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Aemond didn't sleep.

His thoughts keeping him up.

He debated your offer.

Was he truly so selfish he was ready to watch others die while he lives?

In the morning, you made him food as you placed a plate in front of him.

"You would lose one family member." you said.

"One? If you help me or if you don't?"

"Either way. Oh no sorry, technically it's two."

"Who?"

"I will tell you, but I will erase your memory of everything once you make your decision. You will only remember the decision. For a kiss."

"Alright. I wish to know."

You sat down next to him by the table.

"This war you started will cause many deaths. People would kill dragons, you will lose your nephew and your sister. Aegon will get burnt, you will sit on the throne while he is healing. Your mother... while she won't die she would lock herself into her room. Losing her children would do that. You... You will die in battle against your uncle. You will drown on your dragon while Daemon dies as his dragon falls on him."

"What about Rhaenyra?"

"Aegon kills her with his dragon. The only death I can avoid is yours. But if you wish not to live than so be it."

"Why would you help me?"

"I'm bored. I have lived in this mountain for far too long. I haven't seen a person since forever. I am bored to death. I wish to play with you, and in exchange I can save your life."

"What do you want from me?"

"Your fingers, your mouth and your cock. I want your body and soul, Prince Aemond. There is a spell, it would make it so that you are mine and I am yours, our lives bound together. If you die, I die. I would feel your pain as you would feel mine. However, I cannot die. Nothing could hurt me."

"How is that possible?"

"My mother was a strong mage. When she gave birth to me, she put a spell on me. I cannot die, the only thing that could take me is time. And I have a lot of time, My Prince."

"I would be stupid enough not to take your offer. You require me to bed you, in exchange for my life."

"You will soon realize, Prince Aemond, I require much more than just your bed. As I have said, your body and soul would be mine and mine alone. I do not share my toys."

Aemond slightly flinched at your tone. A toy. That is what he would be.

"My shiny handsome toy. For now."

"And what if you get bored of me?"

"Do you see the future, Prince Aemond?"

"No."

"I do. I see yours and I can say, you will not bore me. So, with all that, deal?" you put your hand out to him on the table. He looked at your palm then at your face.

As he said, he would be stupid enough not to take this deal.

He put his hand into yours.

"Deal." and you smiled once more.

He blinked as he saw your smile, a wicked smile but sweet at the same time. He looked around a bit disoriented.

Your magic was truly strong.

The deal was made.

Part 2

A/N: Apologies if the future described here is not true to the books. I have not read the books only done a little research. Hope you still enjoyed this!

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bookofbonbon · 1 month

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❤🔥The Burning Hearts of Twin Dragons🔥 ❤

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Twin Sister!OC.

A/N: I went back and forth about whether to make them twins or not but, decided fuck it they're going to be twins. I am also so sorry for the 1+ year delay.

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Twins were not a rare occurrence under House Targaryen.

As it stood there were three sets under the Great House.

Lady Baela & Lady Rhaena of Prince Daemon & Lady Laena. Prince Jaehaerys & Princess Jaehaera of Prince Aegon II & Princess Helaena. Prince Aemond and Princess Aemma of King Viserys and Queen Alicent.

Unnaturally close from birth, the dragon twins had only ever seen one another as each other's other half, one soul dwelling in two bodies, one never to be seen without the other close by; the hot-tempered and unforgiving Prince harboring a feral possessiveness over his kind-hearted and mischievous twin sister that only seemed to grow with age. A feral possessiveness that the young Princess reveled in and used to her advantage much to the horror of their mother which would ultimately lead to their separation.

The existence of the youngest daughter of King Viserys would soon fade to the back of the people's minds. Like his youngest son, Prince Daeron, who had been sent to be with the Queen’s side of the family in Oldtown under Lord Ormund Hightower; the King's youngest daughter would be sent to live with his eldest daughter, the Princess Rhaenyra on Dragonstone at 12.

Many would forget her but not Aemond. Over several years, Aemond’s pleas for his twin sister's return would fall on deaf ears; many a fight had over the matter and many a time the young Prince turned away from Dragonstone in his attempts to bring her back and when the war eventually broke, the young Princess remained on Dragonstone.

Prince Aemond Targaryen would fight the war for the Iron Throne not out of a sense of duty or commitment to his King-brother and their family but for the return of his beloved twin sister to his side - the kinslayer more than willing to burn all of House Targaryen down to get her back.

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lya-dustin · 10 months

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The Dornish Lady

It's probably not what you expected @maidmerrymint ,but it is what came out sorry.

Aemond x older!Dornish!witch (because lets face it, witch milfs are his canon type)

Rated: slightly M for smut 🔞

Gif by @gameofthronesdaily

You came with the Dornish contingent, serving as the true Ambassador as well as court seer.

Had you not been so untouchable, his mother would have delighted on putting you to trial and burning you for witchcraft.

But people feared you and worshipped you as if you were the Maiden and the Crone wrapped in a beautiful package.

You were also the life of the party and slowly chipped away at the austerity his mother instilled.

You have a beautiful laugh, a sultry thing that has him coming to your rooms even if propriety didn’t allow for him to visit you without invitation.

“Do not lurk about, your highness, I do not bite.” You tease and beckon him to come closer to where you and some friends drink and talk things that would have his mother running at you with a lit torch.

The only available seat is on the couch you had draped yourself on like a Rhoynish goddess.

You do not keep your tanned legs on the floor for long, as the conversation and Dornish wines flow he finds himself alone with you and your legs on his lap.

Eventually every guest at your quiet dinner leaves and the two of you are finally alone.

“Go ahead, your highness, I see the way you look at me. Tonight is your only chance, my sweet boy.” You say with a voice as smooth as silk.

He wants you, has wanted you from the second you came into court and refused to cower in submission to his mother and grandsire.

But nothing stirs the fire in his loins like the way you call him sweet boy.

You are not much older than him, well, not enough to cause scandal anyways.

And yet you act as he, at nine and ten, is merely a boy playing at being a man.

“Tonight is your chance to prove me wrong, if you so wish it.” You whisper as if you read his mind.

Perhaps you did, at court you defy the Seven by reading fortunes in cups of tea and playing cards and palms.

Mother wanted you gone because you told her something she did not like.

“If you came here for a look into your future, you could just say it.” There is a tinge of disappointment when you say it, as if you hated how your ability is what people see not your charm, sharp wit and political ability.

“No, that is not all I want from you, my lady.” He said feeling himself too awkward to even speak to you of such base desires.

Deep inside he is not the confident prince who is better than his elder siblings in every way.

It is all a façade you peel off like a knife cutting the thin peel of an apple.

And yet he gains confidence when your dark eyes shine with desire as his cool fingers trail up the firm and silky shaven legs underneath the wine red dress you wear.

“I am afraid you are too overdressed for this, my prince.” You say breathlessly.

You are thrice widowed.

And wonderfully experienced, or so he concludes as you, a godsless woman, rides him like a prized thoroughbred.

Aemond has never felt more alive as you reach your pleasure and your dark eyes roll into the back of your head.

And yet when you come back to your senses, your hands shake in terror and your beautiful face weeps not from ecstasy but out of pain.

“It is not a crown they will put on you and your brothers, sweet boy. It is a noose.” You say as a tear slid down your eye and onto his pale cheek.

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dontforgetoctober3rd · 7 months

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From the sounds of it, Alys Rivers is going to be the epitome of "You can fix him...? Well, I can make him worse!" and I am sooooooo ready for it because our supply of Unhinged Female Characters is in *dire* need of replenishments

Lets gooo GASLIGHT GATEKEEP MILF WITCH WOOOO

#alysmond #alys x aemond #alys rivers #hotd #house of the dragon #i don't think any of you understand how obsessed i am with witch characters #ive always thought that Daenerys killing that witch lady was so unfair like bitch what did you think was gonna happen?

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ultralightpoe · 1 year

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Ouuuu so excited could I get an Aemond imagine based on the summoning by sleep token song specifically the last minute and 35 seconds (it’s the best part lol) if that doesn’t strike your fancy any chase Atlantic song haha…thanks I can’t wait to read it 🥰

The Summoning - Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: Would you be mad if I admitted to never hearing this song before? Cause shit......it's a good song...... and I think I'm about to absolutely butcher it for you

Warnings: Smut..... There is definitely some smut in this one. 18+ please

Word Count: 1706

Description: Aemond is no match for the witch he loves

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Enjoy!

I've got a river running right into you

I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

Something you say or something you do

A taste of the divine

You lead him through the woods, one hand dragging him while the other carries a small satchel of the necessities needed for whatever spell you wanted to perform that day.

The mischievous gleam in your eye was twice as intense as normal, and it set Aemonds blood on fire as he let you lead him far away. You could be planning on killing him and he would let you, so long as you kept looking at him with those eyes.

His foot snags on a branch and he stutters in steps, you allow him to fall into you, both leaning against a tree allowing him to trap you in. Like a sailor trapped by a siren he lunges for a kiss, which you happily allow.

He devours you, hands coming up to hold your jaw as you moan lightly before he leans to lick the salty sweat off your neck, groaning to himself when you reach to tear off the eyepatch.

“Not here-” You gasp, rubbing into him. There is something so intoxicating about your that has Aemond clinging to your every word, allowing him to dissolve into your taste. “Just a few more steps, my prince, into the clearing.”

“Lead the way witchling.” He whispers, stepping off to let you lead him through the dark again.

You've got my body, flesh and bone, yeah

The sky above, the Earth below

He lands on the dirt under him, groaning out as you snag at his leather vest, trying to tear it off.

Around him is an entire set up of candles, goblets of blood and painted stones encircling where he was laying down with you grinding down into him from where you currently straddled him.

“Are….Are we sacrificing ourselves tonight?” He teases, biting back a groan as his hands reach to stop your hips. “Will my witch bleed for me?”

“So long as you do it hard.” You gasp out, finally removing his vest. He is too busy staring at the stars above him as you grab the knife and tear it across the front of his shirt to expose his chest to the night air.

Before he can make a sarcastic comment you move off him to slice his leather riding pants and with a small amount of his help remove them from his body before shoving him back to lay down, untying your own corset as he watches, a possessive look gleaming in his eyes while you strip bare.

Then you straddle him once more, smirking when he seethes from the touch. “Are you ready?”

“Always.” With his answer you sink down onto him while slicing a small cut down his chest.

Raise me up again

Take me past the edge

I want to see the other side

See the other side

He’s cumming before he even has a chance to catch his breath, eyes searing shut as you grind into him, thighs tightening as he groans out.

You don’t seem to mind, too busy cutting the symbol needed into his flesh as you ride him, murmuring the chant over and over. Your voice is coming out in pants, the man below you filling you to the brim before you are even ready for it, not that it mattered. You would be doing this to him all night if it was needed.

His head throws back in bliss as you make the final cut on his chest, blood pouring from the wounds. “FUCK-”

He catches your eye right as you swipe a finger along the blood, dragging it to your lips and sucking it clean. Something flashes in him and he finds himself thrusting up into you, already hard again.

“No.” You snap, pushing his hips down with your own that has him moaning out. “It’s your turn to do it.”

Before he can process what you mean you are handing him the knife and dipping your fingers in his blood before lifting them up to your own chest and tracing a symbol. He nearly falls apart at the sight when you squeeze around him.

You've got my body, flesh and bone

The sky above, the Earth below

“Are you….” His mouth is dry as he licks his lips, trying to catch his breath under you. “Are you sure?”

You answer by grinding down and leaning over him until your hands were in the dirt on either side of his head, breast against his chest as you lick some of his blood. This snaps something in him and he flips you both around so you are on the earth and thrusts harshly.

“You’re a fu- shit- fucking tease.” He moans, wrapping your legs around his hips as his thrusts speed up until you squeeze around him and moan out loudly as you cum.

He doesn’t waste time, taking the knife and carving it into the flesh of your chest, leaning down to catch a nipple in his mouth as he does so.

“You own me-” You moan out, hands flying to grasp at his skin. “Body flesh and bone, my prince.”

“Body flesh and bone.” He whispers back before biting down on your breast.

Raise me up again

Take me past the edge

I want to see the other side

His skin heats up instantly as he finishes the symbol, his entire body on fire as he pulses with need. Gasping for air as he lays his forehead on your chest, snapping his hips into yours, desperate to cause friction.

You must be feeling the same way under him, mewling out as you thrust up in an attempt to make him go faster. “It hurts.”

It did, a searing addicting kind of pain that made him light up at your every touch. The wind around the both of you seemed to nip at your skin as he shut his eyes in attempt to ease himself.

He was so close-

Won't you show me what it's like?

You flip yourselves back over before he can finish, not that he is complaining because once he looks at you it was heaven sent.

You were looking back down at him, eyes black from whatever magic you were possessing as you lifted yourself off of him. “Do you want to feel the power?”

Yes yes yes yes yes. He doesn’t know if he is actually responding or just a moaning mess as you sink down onto him before taking a bit of your blood and swiping it across his mouth.

The iron taste of it has his cock leaking pre cum, biting down on your thumb before you can pull it away when the spell fully takes him. He can see stars, not the ones in the sky but rather the ones you provide, his entire body tensing up under you.

Oh, and my love

Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

Or are you really here to cut me off?

Or maybe just to turn me on

“Goddess ruin me!” He yells as his head throws back, hands snapping to your hips as you bounce on him, a moaning mess yourself. “That’s what you are? Is it not?”

“What’s that?” You pant out, dragging one of his hands to your breast.

“A goddess.” He groans out, biting at his own lip as pleasure overtakes him once more. “FUCK!”

You laugh, closing your eyes as you let yourself fall apart, gripping him like he was the last thing on this earth to cling to. Just as you both finish the heat that had consumed you eases itself and you both breathe out, pulsing with the other.

“Goddess..” He whispers, staring up at you as he rubs your thigh and pinches your nipple. You groan out, head throwing back as he starts the next round.

'Cause these days

I would be lying if I told you that

I didn't wish that I could be your man

Or maybe make a good girl bad

He takes control once more, flipping you both over and thrusting into you at an unnatural speed that has you screaming out, snatching his hair and pulling.

“Scream all you fucking want-” He sneers, hand running up to cover your throat and squeeze. “No one can hear you out here goddess.”

Your eyes roll back as he cuts off circulation, coming undone over him once more.

“That’s it. That’s. Fucking. Right.” He snaps, leaning to bite at your shoulder blade as he works you like his own little toy, your thighs shaking as you continue to cum around him.

“Mine.” He grunts after he marks your shoulder. “Mine. Mine. MINE.”

The flames around you burn bright, turning red to deep black and back to red as the spell finishes, both of you shaking as you finish one more time.

I've got a river running right into you

I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

Something you say or something you do

The taste of the divine

He licks you clean between your thighs, moaning at the taste as you still try to come down from your orgasm. Then he carries you to the river not far off and holds you as he sinks into the water, taking you once more right there before washing you clean and kissing along your marks, both your chests clear of any marks from the knife.

“Witchling.” He bites out as he finishes in you once more, leaning to bite your lip while you moan out. “Goddess.”

You've got my body, flesh and bone

The sky above, the Earth below

Nothing to say and nowhere to go

A taste of the divine

He carries you back to the small clearing of the spell, laying with you until he falls asleep holding you.

When he awakes there is nothing. No sight of you, no sight of any of the essentials from last night. His hand flies to his chest to find it clean, pure, nothing there.

A tense desperation fills him, pumping under his skin as he closes his eyes. “Witchling.”

(sorry if that was hella cringey)

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond #targaryen #prince aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen angst #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon #smut #witch #witch smut

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sleeplessdreamer123 · 1 year

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Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, Head witch hunter Aemond, pharmacist Lucerys)

Lucerys was a pharmacist learning to be a healer, being taught by his aunt, Alys. They lived together, closer to the woods than to the village, and we're known as the medical experts who runs the village apothecary. It was at a time when the village wasn't shrouded with whispers and fear of witches being spread by the Faith of the Seven.

Then it came, men in green, calling themselves witch hunters, protectors of the innocent, fighters of the Faith. Leading the group was the Holy Queen's own son, Aemond Targaryen.

It was fine at first, they were simply spreading the word of their religion, though the village follows the old gods, they were welcoming to them.

But when the Seven realized who they truly worshipped, they began calling the town a witch's town, one filled with black magic and sorcery. Soon, even the most level headed mayor could not calm the waves of hysteria as the townsfolk either converts, or leave the town all together. Soon the majority of the town consisted of hysterical townsfolk who believed in the Faith and people egging them on, and the rest who refused to follow. They were branded as witches, some were falsely accused of witchery, and was burnt at the stake.

Lucerys' aunt was one of them. The accuser was a man who Lucerys knew was rejected by his aunt months ago. He accused her of creating a love potion and exchanging his medicine with it. The charges were false, everyone knew that, yet Lucerys watched as they continued to accuse her, the man who gave her flowers, the woman who marveled at her young face, the old man who, just weeks ago, thanked her for curing his back pain, they all turned their back and screamed for her death, and Lucerys, no matter how hard he denied the allegations, how he called all of them liars and provided proof, how he fought so hard to keep his aunt, his only living relative alive, was forced to watch Alys burn with the rest of the innocents.

Lucerys knew it wouldn't be long until they would call him a witch, so he prepared himself to leave, the wretched village deserved no healing from him, not after killing his aunt.

It was too late for him to run, however.

The head witch hunter, Aemond, noticed his existence. In fact, ever since he saw him at the witch's trial, he dreamt of him, thought of his crying face, his screams. Then those dreams turned from him suffering to him in the throes of pleasure, his tears and cries so sweet it burned Aemond:s soul, and once he wakes, he craves what he saw in his dreams, and he hates it. What was worse was that he blames Lucerys for what he feels about him. He believes Lucerys cursed him, for why then would he feel such things towards a man?

He captured Lucerys, demanding he lift the curse, the spell, whatever he placed on him. Lucerys, though not knowing what Aemond was talking about, absolutely refused, believing that whatever it was was a ploy to get him to "admit" to witchery, and to burn him just like his aunt.

And Aemond did wish to do so, to burn the boy, if it meant freedom from his interest in him. But the villagers, the ones who followed the old gods, heared about Lucerys' capture, and begged Aemond to release him. After his aunt's death, he was their only village healer, one who knew about the healing properties of the plants in the woods, the only one willing to heal them without the hysteria of being around "possible witches".

And Aemond, seeing how these people rally for Lucerys, began to plot.

So he gave Lucerys two choices. To convert to the Faith, and continue to heal the people, or to reject it, and burn with the rest.

#aemond x lucerys #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #witch hunter Aemond #simple healer lucerys

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the-death-of-duty · 5 months

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Look who's proposed!!

æmondomondo 💎

#alysmond daily #alys rivers #aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond x alys #aemond hotd #alysmond #gayle rankin #house of the dragon #alys #prince aemond #witch aesthetic #alysmonddaily

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sansaorgana · 1 year

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Hi there! 😀 Think I've got an idea for headcanons: Aemond and Reader are twins (and a power-couple 😋) that with their incredible sense of duty try to keep things afloat in King's Landing (as they know what a *c-word* Otto really is), like actually organizing school-like sessions for little kids (Aemond is instantly smitten by how R tales care of them) or some city-wide cleaning programme (to raise KL's reputation as a capital-city). Overall some fluffy headcanons about Reader and Aemond. 💚💚💚

Aemond and his twin sister is something completely out of this world btw

Like, imagine her. How regal she would look like, how majestic. Her long, straight silver hair, her slim face, her cold facial expression. They would walk around and be so intimidating like two elves from LOTR or something. She would also be soft spoken and courteous but she'd rarely talk and men would be afraid of her because her beauty would be of a terrifying kind.

Anyway, her bond with Aemond is of a different kind. They almost never use words to communicate. They always know how the other one feels like. They spend most of their days on reading books in the library or taking silent walks around the gardens.

When Aemond decides to help the peasants of the city like a communist legend that he is she joins him automatically, without a word. And no one can imagine her being soft with peasant children but she is surprisingly kind and generous. Aemond sees her reading to the children and letting them cuddle her and that's when he realizes that it's time to have children of their own with his sister-wife. She looks up at him and she gives him a gentle smile because he doesn't have to say it. She knows.

#witch-of-letters #sansaorgana: Answered #Aemond Targaryen x Reader #*randomhotd

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dulcewrites · 2 years

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When I write a aemond x alys fic, and make her black. Black witch/supernatural beings supremacy especially during spooky/fall season. Either her or maybe just do a black witch reader/oc so I can really #project

#I know nothing about alys lmao I haven’t gotten to her appearance in the book #but everything I’m hearing I like 😃😃#I don’t even know if she’s a witch or if she just… dabbled lmao #or if she just sees stuff idk #either way she will be if I write this lmao #I don’t trust the writers with black women (I have some issues with how they utilized laena baela and rhaena.. or underutilaized really #I’m very… nervous for how nettles will be treated (the character and the actress who eventually plays her)#BUT they can give us black alys or alys as a woc… as a treat #I will send them my notes to help lmao!#black!reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader

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multific · 1 year

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The Song by a Pond

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: King Vicerys visits an old friend, bringing his children along to the Kingdom filled with mystery and magic.

Aemond shouldn't be out so late, he knew that, the forest knew that.

He wasn't lost, he knew this place by heart since he visited a lot as a child, and so, when he was ready to return to the castle, this is when he heard singing.

A voice so gentle and beautiful, it made him turn around immediately.

The Prince knew, he needed to follow the voice and he did. Slowly walking back in the direction he came from, he followed the song.

He knew the area the voice was coming from, he knew there was a small pond.

Hiding behind the trees Aemond walked closer and closer, trying not to alarm whoever was singing.

When Aemond arrived at the pond, he saw a figure, it was clearly a woman.

He could hear her softly humming along to a song as she moved about.

Aemond couldn't make out what she was doing, hiding behind the tree, with his hood up, he debated leaving.

He decided to leave the woman alone but not without one last glance.

She was breathtaking, washing in the pond, her naked back towards him as she stood in the waist-deep water.

She turned slightly and Aemond caught her profile she was as gorgeous as the song she was singing.

Something in him awoke, something inside him yelled at the man, telling him to get her, that she was his.

It had no basis, he didn't even know the woman, and yet, he wanted her. Aemond had to have her.

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After that, the Prince found himself visiting the forest more and more frequently. Hoping, wishing to see the woman again.

One afternoon, he heard cries.

Cries of an animal. He followed the cries and found a small grey bunny. Aemond could tell the bunny's leg was hurt, but he was frozen in place when a voice came from beside him.

"What have done?" Aemond slowly turned and noticed, it was her. The woman he has been seeking.

"I didn't do anything." he watched as she kneeled beside the injured animal and lifted it.

"Why did you hurt her?"

"I didn't. I heard cries and followed, this is how I found it." You looked up at the man in front of you, noticing his sword by his side, his hood was up, hiding his hair as he had an eyepatch. You could see the scars, then you looked down at the rabbit once more. You checked her leg once more before you began to heal it.

Aemond watched dumbfounded. One moment the rabbit was crying for help, in the next it was running back into the forest.

"I apologize, a fox attacked her, you didn't." you gave a quick nod before turning to leave.

"Wait! My Lady! Who are you?"

"My name is Y/N. I live in the forest."

"Are you a witch?"

"Some call me that, others call me a ghost or a fairy. I'd say I'm a woman of magic."

"You healed the rabbit."

"I sure did, she was hurt. Why are you here? Do you seek my help to fix your eye?" Aemond took a step back, could you fix his eye? "Many people come here for healing, I assumed you were the same."

"You can fix my eye?"

"I'm not going to."

"Why not?"

"Because there is nothing to fix. Your eye is just fine, scars are beautiful in their own way, and they tell stories. Stories of strength. The only healing you need is within." You turned around and started to walk away, he followed you closely. "You don't live here. Where are you from?"

"King's Landing." his honesty made you stop as you turned to look at him. A sudden change in the wind blew his hood off, revealing his long hair.

You looked at him closely before you shook your head.

"I'm afraid I do not know who you are."

"I am Prince Aemond Targaryen."

"Never heard that name before. But then again, I live in the forest away from others. Are you special?"

"You don't know House Targaryen?" you shook your head, no. "We have the blood of the dragon in our veins, we ride dragons. My father's the King."

You took a step closer to him, putting your hand on the middle of his chest.

"No dragon blood, I'm afraid." Aemond was so confused, it was rare when he didn't know what to say, this was one of those moments. "But your family... are you aware that it is bad for the blood to marry within your own?" Aemond made a face as he slapped your hand away.

"How dare you?! My family is pure, the Targaryen name is-"

"Children die during their early ages, or they succumb to illness early. To you it might be common, but I'm telling you, Prince, it is not natural." you slowly turned back and walked away. He was speaking behind you, something about taking your head for this but you didn't listen. "Why are you following me?"

"I will take you to the palace, you will answer for the things you just said." he was meant to grab your hand but you moved away.

"Why are you really here? You were looking for me. I saw you before. You watched me bathe one evening." Aemond was taken aback, he didn't know you noticed him.

"I-I wanted to see you again."

"You are not the first. Last year a man tried to trap me so he could take me as his wife. King's Landing you say? Prince Aemond Targaryen... what would a prince want from me? I'm sure you have Princesses lining up and down the halls of your castle."

"My mother said I can marry whom I wish. I wish to marry you."

"You don't know me. Go back and never come looking for me."

Aemond stood in one place as you walked away from him, he watched you as you left, knowing fully that he will be back the next day.

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And he was. The next afternoon he came back, sitting on a log by the pond.

You noticed him the moment he entered the forest.

Then the next day, he was back. Sitting on the same log. And the day after.

A stubborn creature he was.

The day after it was raining, pouring down but he just sat there.

"Do you wish to catch a cold?" your voice startled him a little.

"My Lady. It is nice to see you again."

"I have seen you every day, sitting there, waiting."

"I will return to King's Landing tomorrow, I wished to see you one last time. I wanted to ask for your hand in marriage, an official proposal."

You looked into his eye, there was only the sounds of the forest for a couple moments, no talking.

"You know my answer, I cannot marry you. You do not know me, and I don't know you. For all I know you could be a woman beating, cheater who takes a new wife every week."

"Is that who you think I am?"

"I don't know you."

"Then get to know me, come with me to Red Keep, get to know me. I could become a great husband." he took a step and got your hand into his.

"You must let go of Lucerys, you mustn't follow him on that day. You will lose control." Aemond looked at you, confused. "Your family is... fragile. If you follow him, if Vhagar kills Luke, you will start something you shouldn't have. It will end in fire and death." you pulled your hand away from his before your eyes met his.

"You see the future?"

"I see something which can be changed. You must choose the path."

"I seek revenge for my eye."

"But if you take it too far... your eye won't be the only thing you lose." he believed you, he could see it in your eyes, you looked scared and concerned. It gave him an idea.

"And if you marry me, would that change my fate?"

"I didn't see that." you saw too much, it scared you so much you failed to realize he was manipulating you.

"Then marry me, bring me down the right path. Leave this forest, this Kingdom. You will be my Princess."

Why was he so devilishly handsome? Why did he have such a hold on you?

Was there really a choice? You could reject him and watch the world burn or agree and hope you can help him.

"Come back tomorrow, before you leave, I will give my answer then." you turned around, ready to leave when he grabbed your hand and turned you around, one hand holding your hand to his chest, the other on your waist as he pulled you close, placing a kiss onto your lips.

"You must know I want you, not for your powers."

"You don't know me or my powers." you clenched your fist around his chest, gathering the fabric of his jacket in your hand.

"I know that I want you, you beautiful Goddess, I heard you sing, did you sing so I could find you?"

Busted.

How could you not? You weren't ready for the handsome stranger to leave that day.

"I might not know much about you, but I can learn through the years as your husband." he leaned down for another kiss but you quickly pushed him away.

"Tomorrow," you said as you quickly walked away.

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That night, Aemond couldn't sleep.

His thoughts were filled with you. He knew you watched him, but you stayed away.

He thought the fact that he was a Prince would scare you, and he assumed he was correct.

He needed you, your beauty was beyond anything he had seen before. A one-eyed man like him cannot touch such beauty, as he was told many times before, but you had to be his.

Aemond smiled as he thought about you, seeing his future, you would be perfect as a wife and he can use your abilities to have a fulfilling life.

Suddenly he heard a noise. His given room had a balcony, with his dagger in hand he stepped outside, only to see you. You looked at him then at the dagger in his hand.

"You wish to kill me?"

"I did not know it was you. Why are you here?"

"I was here every night, My Prince."

"You watched me sleep?"

"Your dragon didn't let me sleep. She keeps talking to me."

"Vhagar?"

"She does say nice things about you, but when I wish to sleep, it can get a bit too much."

"You decided to come with me? To be my wife?"

"I will say this, Prince Aemond. I have powers, and while I will protect you, I do not wish to always interfere. You will have to choose your path."

"I believe my path is with you by my side, My Goddess." you looked into his eye as you moved your hand up to remove his eyepatch, seeing the sapphire in his socket you ran your finger down his scar.

"Must have hurt."

"Not as much as the thought of living without you." you wanted to laugh, but something in you told you he was serious.

"I like to read romantic novels or even books about the human body, how it works. I like winter evenings, sitting by the fire and reading. I love the rain, watching it run down the windows. I love to eat and cook. I prefer nice warm bread with some meat next to it. I love my freedom in the forest but I seek new things. A better life. Love and care. And I-I wish to be your wife, if you will have me."

There were so many things which Aemond didn’t know about you. You wanted to tell him that you knew him from your touches but didn’t. You decided he will need to open up to you as you will to him.

Aemond smiled a little before leaning down and capturing your lips.

The kiss was a promise, a promise to be loyal, a promise to care for and protect you.

A/N: Please let me know if anyone would be interested in a part 2. I do plan on explaining her powers and her new life as his wife, but if only people would be interested. :)

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