#ali oc

[alisria]

@adamonacid is forcing me to post the worm!au art i made of our ocs, ambrose/beartrap (left, his oc) and ares/morningstar (right, my oc) because even though i have not yet read worm (but have been reading adam's liveblogs) i can always go for a new ArAm au

#my art #ali oc #wormblr #worm oc #i dont wanna like. spam the tags with this. so thats it. thats all im tagging #this was just supposed to be a doodle based off a thing he drew of ambrose but ummmmmmm oops #i forgot i have an #ares #tag #and maybe also #ambrose

[johnnystorm]

got my comm back from @kirnet and it is so so beautiful and stunning thank you so much for bringing my boys to life like this!

#oc: aedan #game: dragon age #alistair theirin #beloved #aedistair #.ali

[wishingstarinajar]

A sketch I gave some attention. 

Hello sirs, it's been almost five years since last I drew you. How we feeling?

#wakfu #alys the eliatrope #adamai #joris jurgen #it' my (and alys') two favorite guys #I dunno what they are doing but at least ad isn't carrying joris around like a sack of potatoes x'D #master joris #joris #wakfu season 4 #wakfu oc #eliatrope #dragon #wish art

[delta86-art]

Originally, I was just going to do a few doodles of my pikachu PMD hero Ryan, but things got out of hand... again...

(*Ali is fine... probably...)

The personality I have for Ryan is somewhat vague, but I imagine him to be someone who is confident in himself and isn't shy about saying what's on his mind, but who also has the tendency to be rash and let his anger get the best of him (can be easily goaded into a fight and overestimate his abilities). Although, having amnesia doesn't seem to bother him as much as one might expect.

Ryan is more likely to do dumb or goofy stuff when he and Ali are together and he and Ali become a little chaotic duo (Ryan has more restraint of the two. Ali tends to let her curiosity get the better of her common sense).

Thats... all I have right now :P

#pokemon #pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd the ancient mark #ryan the pikachu #ali the zorua #Max the riolu #pmd oc #It has been a while since I've last drawn this man #His personality and appearance has undergone a slight change #I'll need to rename the team though #Cause it was originally “team viridescent” because they all had green scarves #but I couldn't make the green work with their color pallets so I had to change it #my art

[misguidedasgardian]

The Dragon's mistress // COMPLETED

This is purely self-pleasing, and ANGSTOWN

I got inspired by a conversation with AI Aemond, in which I was in Dragonstone… and Aemond appeared to conquer it… I bend the knee to him and I became his “pet”, it was super exciting but degrading… ANYWAYS…. and this is how it was born… It is going to be a bittersweet story, exploring some of my darkest kinks… anyways… here we go...

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

You were the last remaining child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, hold up in Dragonstone, the Greens, more, precisely, Aemond Targaryen has come for you... to bend the knee and submit yourself to him

Warnings: involuntary servitude, death of characters, cursing, smut, dub-con, others... warnings will de added by chapters

Prologue

Kneel

Servant

Bath

Jealousy

Plaything

Whore then?

Betrothed

King's Landing

It is I, the younger brother

Mistress

King & Queen

The Dragon has three heads

Our greatest fears

My heart, beating

The End of the Beginning part 1

The End of the beggining part 2

Epilogue

#misguidedmistress #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x alys rivers #aemond x oc #aemond the kinslayer #aemond targaryen #hbo house of the dragon #house targaryen #house of the dragon

[themotherofhorses]

about.

vic | she/her | 20s

southwestern native american and hispanic

gemini | green witch | bi-demi | horse & dog mom

ao3 | spotify

All Content 18+ | minors DNI

all my fanfics can be read below in my masterlist or found under my "vic writers 🧸" tag.

my inbox is always open. my main focus right now is centered on my "his handmaid's tales" and my relatively new "paloma" series. however, i am open to requests for simon riley (cod).

happy readings <333

Simon “Ghost” Riley (Call of Duty)

“There he is …. Simon Riley.”

multi-chapter series:

paloma (masterlist)

a multi-chapter series exploring the love story between a british sas lieutenant and his indigenous woman.

one-shots:

(to be added)

drabbles:

love at first sight w simon

Aemond Targaryen (House of the Dragon)

"...Prince Aemond, despite the loss of his eye, had become a proficient and dangerous swordsman under the tutelage of Ser Criston Cole, but remained a willful child, hot-tempered and unforgiving..."

multi-chapter series:

last of her house no more (masterlist)

aemond targaryen with the daughter of daenerys stormborn and khal drogo.

just like animals (masterlist)

a dark & obsessive!aemond targaryen hunting down his sweet modern!wife (and also she’s preggos).

his handmaid's tales (masterlist)

the love story between prince aemond and his handmaid.

one-shots:

blood is thicker than water (but betrayal stains the most)

requests:

even the whales fall prey to men

what was mine is still mine, regardless of time

follow me now, and you will not regret (leaving the life you led before we met)

bodyguard!aemond x president’s daughter!reader

drabbles:

foolish men dream foolish lives

you are the moon, i am the sun (i will not allow you to forget)

obsessive!aemond targaryen with niece!reader

an eye for an eye (1) — a son for a son (2)

Alys Rivers (House of the Dragon)

"...Was she, in truth, a witch who lay with demons, bringing forth dead children as payment for the knowledge they gave her?"

one-shots:

mother's day special (part of "his handmaid's tales")

bewitched

drabbles:

you are the moon, i am the sun (i will not allow you to forget)

#masterlist #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond fanfiction #alys rivers #alys rivers x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfiction #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x oc #call of duty fanfiction

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

New season, new sports obsession for them every weekend 👁️👄👁️ (y chisme)

AYYOOOOOOOOOOOO??????

This is so awesome!!! ASDFSADFAFASDSF 🤣

I mean, Aly and Jade bonds together through sports it's just inevitable at this point. F1 WEEK IS ON THE HORIZON Y'ALL!!!

Ghost just constantly coming home to Aly and Jade leisuring together under a blanket eating snacks and watching matches or races 😭 They're besties always bringing chismes 👀

Thank you so much Aly!! This is wonderful!! TEEHEE (❁´◡`❁)

#LMAOAOAOOAO #Aly my beloved #gifts from friends #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod #cod mw #call of duty oc #charlotte jade le jardin #alyssa martinez #ghost x jade #ghostjade #aly x price #alyprice #f1 #f1 season baby

[applbottmjeens]

F1 x COD OCs

Ft. @kaitaiga, @sleepyconfusedpotato, @alypink

HELLO BRAINROT COMMUNITY WE R COMBINING TWO FAVES.

MY FRIENDS OCS AND GUYS WHO DRIVE REAAAALLLY FAST

its my first time drawing some of these guys so it doesn't look as polished as id like, but I think that just means I gotta draw alot of F1 haha :3

This took way too long for me to make...but I hope everyone likes it :')

#Call of duty ocs #modern warfare ocs #friends ocs #cod oc: Damien Whitlock #cod oc: Alyssa “Aly” Martinez #cod oc: Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin #sleepyconfusedpotato #kaitaiga #alypink #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #max verstappen #oscar piastri #lando norris #checo perez #formula 1 #formula one #f1 au #fanart #cod oc: Annabelle “Gremlin” Pham

[sylasthegrim]

The Curse of Sin

Aemond x wife OC ✦ grief/mourning, infidelity

Aemond x Alys Rivers (implied)

Requested by anonymous

Day 10 ✦ 1,015 words ✦ rated mature

October Celebration Masterlist

Trigger warning: miscarriage/stillbirth

The hour was late and Visenya was pacing the length of her chambers, waiting for her husband’s return. The war had changed Aemond, and the harmonious marriage they once had was gone. It was now tainted with the blood spilled in the last few years, resentment and months apart driving a wedge between them.

However Visenya was hopeful that the tear would mend now that she was carrying their child, and she knew the babe to be a son; the son Aemond always wanted, the son that would bring him back to her.

At last, her husband did come. But the hour was so late it was now early, and dawn would soon peek from behind the curtain of night. Aemond came in silently, certainly hoping she was still asleep, and would not notice his absence during most of the night.

“Where were you?” came the sharp question, and Aemond looked around the dark room in search of his wife. Most of the candles were extinguished, and the chambers were plunged in a blue-tinted darkness.

“In Council,” he replied wearily, removing his clothes to avoid Visenya’s gaze which was piercing into him. From her spot on the windowsill, among the dark curtains, the white of her nightgown stood out and made her look like an apparition.

“Of course,” Visenya snorted, as she knew it was only a partial truth. His councils often bled into the night, and while she understood his responsibilities as regent, she was no fool. 

Scars and a reputation for bloodshed weren’t the only thing he had brought back from the war. He had brought what Visenya considered to be the essence of sin —a woman with unnatural abilities and an aura of darkness she hated to feel around the Red Keep.

Visenya loathed to see her shadow in the hallways, her black hair spilling over her shoulders and her long fingers as she curled them around Aemond’s arm.

Visenya did not dare utter her name, in fear that it would make her presence permanent. She still held out the hope that Aemond would abandon this foolish idea that her visions would help his reign and that she would leave the castle.

“Have you slept at all?” Aemond asked, approaching her carefully. He didn’t know if he would be subjected to his wife’s moods once again. Visenya was more prone to anger now that she was carrying his child.

“No, I was cold,” she answered petulantly, her hands tracing the round curve of her stomach. “And your son kept me awake with his incessant kicking.”

Aemond had the decency to look contrite for a second, but as usual her words had no effect. She would get no apology, no words of love or comfort. Instead, Aemond pressed a dry kiss to her forehead and bid her come to bed.

Night after night, the same dance occurred.

Visenya would stay awake, staring at the bay from her window and wait hopelessly for her husband to come. She prayed and she pleaded to whatever god was listening, if there was any. 

She prayed to be delivered from this agony, to be given a tool to snap her husband from his trance and remove him from the clutch of this harlot.

However the gods were cruel, and their answer often came with twisted irony or worse, the bloodiest of agony.

The room was eerily silent as Aemond let himself in under the frightened gazes of the Maester and midwives, who had been ordered out with shrilling screams, he had been told. Sitting in a corner, facing the wall, her back to the rest of the world, Visenya was sitting in a bloody nightgown.

She was singing a lullaby, the High Valyrian rolling off her tongue with ease.

“Visenya…” Aemond called in a murmur, approaching her carefully as he would a wild dragon.

The singing stopped instantly, and slowly, the curtain of white straggly hair shifted to reveal his wife’s face. Her skin was pale as the moon, her eyes wide and rimmed with red. The shadows of grief were already playing on her face, and as Aemond sat beside her, he felt his stomach twist.

In her arms laid the lifeless body of their child, still covered in blood and white fluids, loosely wrapped in linen. As she shifted again, Aemond realized with horror that it was a piece Visenya had torn from her nightgown —her legs were bare, covered in the same fluids as the babe.

“He’s perfect,” she said, and nausea clogged Aemond’s throat.

“You’re bleeding, Visenya,” he replied feebly. “Let the Maester in.”

“Let me bleed,” she replied. “And once I’ve cried all my tears and bled all my blood, you will finally be rid of me,” she hissed like a furious serpent, and her red-rimmed eyes turned feral.

Aemond reached for his wife, only for her to bolt, standing up faster than he’d thought possible in her condition. He rose as well, ready to catch her if she fell, but instead she paced mad circles around him, clutching the body of her child against her breast. 

On the cold stones, red footprints marked her path, an infernal circle around him. “Your witch!” she shrieked. “She has cursed me! Cursed you!”

“You’re being unreasonable. She is here to serve me, to serve the crown,” Aemond insisted, but deep down her words had planted the seed of doubt.

“My child has been punished for your sins,” she hissed again, and her breath choked her as she heaved, unable to continue. 

Aemond rushed to her, supporting her shoulders as she gasped and sobbed, her forehead resting against his chest. His ribs clutched at his heart and the sharp smell of blood made his head spin —he followed his wife to the floor as she collapsed, clutching her desperately.

“You brought this curse upon us,” Visenya wailed.

The sound carried deep in the castle’s dungeons through the secret passageways in the walls, and somewhere below ground, a witch was resting a hand on her own belly where the first quickening of life could be felt. 

Dividers by @straywords ✦ not beta read

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic #fanfiction #house targaryen #aemond targaryen #hotd x oc #aemond fanfiction #aemond x oc #hotd aemond #aemond fic #aemond x reader #alys rivers #alysmond #aemond x alys

[supersappho]

fellas is it gay to light your crush’s pipe using ur magic

#i need to figure out a tag to name this party but its redserena’s party #desdemona #alys #ocs #my art tag #dnd #lesbians

[alisria]

my mom gifted me some watercolour markers for valentines day, and so i guess i'm taking up traditional art LOL

furby for me, ambrose for @adamonacid :)

#my art #furby #furbies #ambrose #ali oc #the furby doesnt have a name yet but it was a custom design done for me #it would be really cool to offer watercolour furby portraits as a commission type #but i need more colours first augh

[sotchosis]

First post on Tumblr! Idk how anything works here so please tell me...

#ali(sotcho) #musculargirl #muscle #oc art #illustration

[wishingstarinajar]

I was going through an external hard drive and found some old WIPs (ranging between 2017 and 2019) related to my Wakfu and Boku No Hero Academia OCs, fanfics and ships.

Figured I'd toss them all together for old time's sake because while I'm not active in either of these fandoms anymore, I still love my OCs and ships from then.

#old wips #wakfu #alys the eliatrope #joris jurgen #god ecaflip #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #saori hoshino #chihiro morikawa #alys boyard #bnha oc #mha oc #wish art

[kaitaiga]

Ka-Freaking-Boom 💥

So, @alypink showed me a few generated prompts and I thought it would be fun to draw one of the outcomes and turn it into a quick little comic 😄

There’s never not an exciting moment when you’re around these three…no such thing as silence…anyways hope you enjoy!! 🐻❤️❤️

Pookies:

Aly - @alypink

Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton - @revnah1406

Damien Whitlock - me lol

#sparrow being an engineer and all…it’s fitting HAHHAHAHA #GO BIG OR GO HOME - SPARROW #call of duty #cod oc #damien whitlock #cod oc: aly #alyssa m #hannah sparrow clayton #call of duty oc #my oc #my art #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #call of duty fanart #oc #Pookie’s oc #friend's oc #cod original character

[misguidedasgardian]

Storm's End

HOTD MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Strong!Reader

Summary: your mother sends you to Storm’s End to rally Lord Borros Baratheon for your side, but your uncle arrived there before you

Warnings: Cursing, use of the word bastard, angst, heavy, canon level incest, thoughts about dying, mentions of bedding, and more, dark fic, Aemond is unhinged, mention's of children maiming, mentions of virginity loss and blood. READER MIGHT BE DEAD, OR MAYBE DEPENDS, COMPLETELY UP TO YOU, dragon's death though :(

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.5 k

Notes: I know this has been done before, but… this is my way to look at it. You are the daughter of Rhaenyra, she sends you to Storm’s End instead of Luke, and this is what ensues

You know you should have turned back the moment your dragon took flight away from Dragonstone. 

There was something in the air

Grandmother Rhaenys, and your dear brothers flying by your side soothed you, made you remember you were not alone, but they soon parted way with you, Jace went North, as did Lucerys, Rhaenys went west, and you continued south

Towards Storm’s End

Those stormy clouds in the horizon must have been your first dark omen, but you didn’t pay attention to them, or to anything else really

Your mind was set

You had begged your mother to let you helped her, so she send you to the closest place, a short fly, a message delivered, and then you could return.

But what were you going to say?

you wanted to believe your mother’s words, that Lord Borros was going to be honored to receive you there, you were a young princess, no real threat, only a messenger, he was going to respect you, you were going to say your piece, and then you were going to take his answer back to your mother, as easy as that.

You held tightly onto your dragon’s reins as you flew amidst a cloud with rain within, getting you drenched within second

Karnax, under you, roared softly, feeling your uneasiness, trying to make you feel safer, and you did.

It was not relief what you felt when you saw the tall tower of Storm’s End in the horizon, it actually felt like your stomach had turned on itself, but that is the second sign you decided to ignore

Karnax was small, bigger than Arrax and a bit than Vermax, but he was still small enough to land in the outer courtyard, and you did 

Your saddle was wet, and you slid right off of it, landing heavily with your boots in the ground. 

You jumped when the light of a thunder brightened the sky for just a second, and then moments later the thunderous sound made the floor shake.

Karnax whined when you touched him, trying to soothe him, he was nervous, and soon you learnt why

Another, even louder, more monstrous sound made you flinch, and when you looked over the huge defensive walls of the castle, there she was. Vhagar raised her head, dwarfing the constructions covering her, growling as a warning.

She was indeed the largest and most dangerous dragon in the world

And she was here

That means that Aemond was also

Probably doing the same thing as you, trying to rally Lord Borros to his cause, to his side

To the Usurpers

The prospect of seeing your uncle made you tremble in fear, you had always been afraid of him, ever since he lost his eye, even more so after the last time you saw him

You have eavesdropped a conversation in which he had asked for your hand in marriage and Rhaenyra had crudely rejected him, he did not reacted well

It did not help that it was the same day of the Driftmark trials

He had frighten you so much your mother send you back the same night, only a few weeks away 

“Sobes Karnax, Lykyri”, you whispered soothingly, patting her snout, he whined, worried, but it was too late now, you couldn’t back down, you wondered if you were trying to calm him, or expected that he would sooth you back. 

So ignoring your body, mind, heart, soul, dragons, the weather and everything in existence around you, you decided to walk towards the guards guarding the entrance to the Castle

“I have a message for Lord Borros from Queen Rhaenyra”, you said quickly, before you lose your momentum, they barely nodded and started walking, you followed suit, trying to fix your drenched clothes

The Storm had catched up with you.

You could still hear it raging behind you as you entered the main hall of the castle of the Baratheons, you had never been here before, and it amazed you the immensity of it, it was rounded and at least three stories tall, ending in a huge vault over your heads, front here you could see multiple passages leading to the rest of the construction, but you could look no more

“The Princess (Y/N) Velaryon”, presented the guard, “Daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen”

Queen

You thought bitterly, as you found Lord Borros seated on his throne.

But your gaze was immediately taken away

Aemond

He stood at the side of the throne, standing straight by one of Borros’ daughters, as he heard your name he immediately turned

He looked dangerous

Dresses head to toe in black leather, his hair combed perfectly, the eyepatch cutting his face in half

You wondered if he could notice you trembling from that far

You guessed he could since he looked terribly amused at your presence, his naturally curved lips smirked.

But you didn't came here for him, you turned your gaze towards to the Lord of the Stormlands

“Lord Borros, I brought you a message from my mother, the Queen”, you didn’t realize you had a stone inside your throat until now, almost choking in our own words, you were thankful for the acoustic of the place or else nobody could have heard you

“Yet early this day I received an envoy from the king”, he said then, “so which is it? King or Queen? the House of the dragon doesn’t seem to know who rules it”, he was already crossed with someone or something and you cursed yourself for being so weak, sounded so pathetically 

And then he laughed at his own joke and you shook, perhaps he was laughing at you

You looked fleetingly at Aemond

Perhaps to make sure he stood where he was

He frightened you

You begged the gods to make him stay there, as he stood, unmovable like the statues of Dragonstone 

“What’s your mother’s message?”, the Lord of Storm’s End did not take well to your distraction, so you tried your best to reach with your arm and this one not to shake, to prove to everyone there, to Lord Borro’s daughters, him, your uncle, and the court, how scared you were

A soldier took your message hastily and gave it to the Lord

He sighed, frustrated, and call in the maester

In a silly second you thought fleetingly of your brother’s giggles when you tell them the rumors were true and indeed Lord Borros didn’t know how to read, you remembered fleetingly that you suggested it was because he had hit himself many times on the head while jousting

But you shook those thoughts away, when you felt the small hairs in the back of your hair stand up, as Aemond’s deep gaze was on you

For a second, only the wind making the stones whistle as sing could be heard, and then the ruffling of paper the maester made while reading the letter.

Your uncle’s gaze didn’t leave you for a second, so you tried to look away from him, only stealing glances to make sure he hadn't move

That he was still several feet away from you, with people in between you

You didn't want him near you

He frightened you

He hated you

You knew this 

“Remind me of my father’s oaths?”, asked Borros, enraged, you turned to look at him, scared, “King Aegon at least came with an offer, my banners and swords for a marriage pact”

Poor girl, you thought briefly 

“If I do what your mother bids, who of my household will you marry, girl? uh?”

“My lord…”, you could turn this around, you could, you needed to try, to explain, to plead to his honor, “I’m not free to marry, I’m already betrothed to Cregan Stark”, you said, and you were not completely lying, your big brother was flying North now with the proposal in his hand

Aemond hummed mockingly at your words, so your gaze landed on him again.

He still was amused, even more so now, you shook in your place, trembling like a leaf in the autumn winds 

“So you come with empty hands”, said Borros, more angry than before, “go home pup, and tell your mother the Lord of Storm’s End is not some dog she can whistle up in need to set against her enemies”, he said rapidly

You had failed

You tried to swallow your tears as the stone in your throat but you just couldn’t do it

“I shall take your answer to the Queen, My Lord”, you whimpered, and when you looked at the pity in the daughters’ faces you realized your voice did sounded broken and defeated

Weak

You turned to leave, sad because you failed, but relieved that this had come to an end

“Wait”, you trembled in your place, stopping immediately at your uncle’s call.

You turned slowly, fearfully, to look back at him

“My lady Strong”

You whimpered

“Uncle?’, you were acknowledging him, but it sounded more like a question

Weak

“Did you really think you could just fly upon the realms, trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?”

You are the thieves

But the words never reached your lips, instead you wanted to hide your head between your shoulders, almost feeling ashamed

That much power Aemond had over you, the power to make you feel like you were in the wrong, and he was in the right

Ever since that night

When your little brother took his eye

The girl by his side took a step back, like giving him space, and that made you take a step back, less and less things could protect you from your uncle, your hand instinctively went to the pommel of the short sword your stepfather Daemon had begged you to carry, you didn’t know how to use it, but nonetheless… it couldn’t hurt

“I will not fight with you uncle, I came as a messenger”, you said, your voice, again, broken, weak, with fear and sadness

You had failed 

“A fight would be little challenge”, he said dismissively

“I’m aware”, you admitted, if it came to blows, you stood no chance against his incredible skill with the sword, even if you meant a fight with words filled with poison

“No…”, his hand went to his eyepatch, and form one single movement he took it out of his face, revealing a sapphire where his eyeball should be

You whimpered, taking a step back

It had taken you by surprise, not that you found him monstrous, or anything, it was just… incredible

“...You brother is indebted to me”

You really wished, in the bottom of your heart, that he would have let this go, if not for your brother, for himself, but he didn’t he hasn't, and that made him so incredible dark, resentful, twisted and mean

And that is what you were most afraid of 

“It was an accident…”

“I want you to pay instead”, you whined, taking a step back

“I have nothing…”

“A small payment in blood will suffice…”, you looked at Lord Borros, alarmed, he clearly was not meant for THAT, did he? Did he plan on slaying you there where you stood?, in front of all this people?

“...I will not breed you”, a single tear escaped your eye at his crude words, “I plan on gifting our bloodied sheets to your mother”, you looked back at the Lord of Storm’s End and he looked back at you, concerned

This was the man supposed to wed one of his daughters

“No!”, you cried, in defense of yourself

“So you are a craven as well as a traitor, as your brothers…”

“Not here!”, Borros finally intervened, but still you could not breathe, you were terrified

You never wanted to believe the gazes your uncle gave you were ones of desire, and dark intentions of bedding you, you never thought… 

“GIVE YOURSELF TO ME, OR I WILL TAKE YOU BASTARD!”, you shrieked as he advanced on you with certain and long steps, you stumbled backwards trying to prevent him getting near you

“NOT IN MY HALL!”, the thunderous voice of Borros made him stop in his tracks, “the girl came as an envoy, I will not have bloodshed of any kind beneath my roof”

Lord Borros’ words came of little comfort, not when your uncle had taken a dagger of his belt and was threatening you with it, the storm outside, the lightning made his sapphire gleam meanly

“Take the princess back to her dragon, now!”, commanded Lord Borros and you, giving a titanic effort, managed to walk (and not sprint at high speed) out of the hall

Aemond watched you go and smirked, making the dagger dance in his hand

You were his to take

He looked back at the girl he had begun to court to notice she was far away from him now, clearly scared of him

“I will be back shortly to resume negotiations”, he said meanly

“Don’t bother”, said Floris, standing now next to a guard, she would not like to be courted by him now, “I’m not interested in a man that is pure bark and no bite”

When you stepped outside, the storm was raging, you were drenched in second, wet from head to toes, but you couldn’t paid no mind to such things now

Karnax felt your fear, how frightening you were and he advanced towards you whining and growling desperate

“Lykiri Karnax” [calm], “gūrogon īlva hen kesīr” [take us out of here] 

Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong, you let your tears fall freely now that nobody could notice nor see you, another Lightning broke the skies from afar and when you turned…

Vhagar was gone

There was no way he could have left before you, it couldn’t, it wasn’t possible

He was in negotiations with the Baratheons, you had to go, so he wouldn’t catch you.

You thought he was going to let you be, because it had been your brother who took his eye, not you

Oh how wrong you were

“Why?”, you cried, trying to make sense of it all as you climbed onto your dragon’s saddle, “Sobes, Karnax”, you called, he growled but obeyed you, he also wanted to get out of here.

You needed to get back to your mother, to Dragonstone, to your brothers and stepfather, they needed you, but you somehow knew that wasn’t going to be possible, a crippling fear took a hold in your body, you felt like you could barely move, your body being so tense. 

The rain hit your face with strength, the highers you flied, you only secured your staps tightly and held into your reins hardly 

Karnax flapped his wings with difficulty, but he succeeded in keep flying, you wanted to relax, you were flying away from Storm’s End, the Baratheons, your uncle, everyone, but something told you it wasn’t going to be that easy

You wanted Karnax to fly faster, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach 

You whimpered in fear

something was wrong, terribly wrong

You felt a low growl coming from above and you cried, lowering your head, not wanting to face it, face him, and what he was going to do to you once he had you within his grasp

He was coming for you 

And the moment you took to the skies, you raised the bet, he was not simply going to take you now, he couldn't not flying like this...

He rode the largest dragon in the world and you one of the smallest

You grabbed into your reigns and hoped Karnax would fly faster, but you couldn’t ask more of him of what you were already asking

You gained the courage to look up and you got a glimpse of a large looming shadow over you

Why?, you whimpered, crying harder, and Karnax growled

Why you?, you loved him once, you were friends, you played, and read together as kids, you had promised you could share little Karnax, and he had agreed. 

But he got his own dragon, the largest in the world, and from that moment he pushed you aside and called you a bastard despite your Targaryen features and the fact that he had never called you that

He almost killed your brothers and then Luke took his eye.

After what transcurred in Driftmark with the Queen and your mom Aemond had come to your room in the hour of the bat, you woke up with a knife in your cheek and him over you, his hand in your throat

You never knew why he had come to your chambers and not luke’s or jace’s 

He always knew you were the weakest one

You were a woman, he was a man 

You looked ahead and shrieked once again when you saw Vhagar coming at you amongst the dark stormy clouds, at full speed

“NO!”, she changed her trajectory, going up in the last second, her feet and claws passing right by you, you could even feel them passing right by your head

Please

You were going to die

You could hear Aemond’s laugh, ricocheting amongst the clouds 

He was amused by you

He hated you 

 And now he was going to kill you.

Karnax growled, scared too out of his mind, you could feel him, deep in your gut, the pure and sheer instinct to fight or fly kicking in, and both of you opting for the latter 

just when you thought you had lost him, you heard the flap of huge wings behind you, you turned to look, and Vhagar huge open jaws appeared trough the storm, ready to swallow you whole.

But Karnax was fast, and Vhagar liked to play with her food 

“I see you!”, you heard from behind, and the sound that Vhagar’s jaws made when they close grabbing into thin air made your skin prickle, “Libōnos”, [bastard] 

Your body was tense as a bow, you could barely feel your legs that were tightened around your saddle, the water, despite your leather cape, has got under the clothes, and froze you all over, that you felt like you were made of ice, you could barely move, your fingers were not going to survive this even if you did

Vhagar was still behind you as you commanded your dragon to fly downwards, to gain speed

You made him turn and twist in the air, but to no avail, the monstrous Vhagar had her eyes set on her prey and she was not going to let go, you use your whole body and strength to pull her to make her change her trajectory from one moment to another, she might be bigger, but you were faster

Deep down you knew it was all going to be for nothing

He was coming for you

He hated you

And you could hear his sick laugh as he was laughing in your ear

You soon could make out the sea under you and as you looked to your left there was a cliff splitted in two, a risk in the middle, you had a change, you might be able to flight in between, but Vhagar wouldn’t

Your dragon read your mind and went there, seeking refuge 

It has worked, you looked back to see VHagar fighting to make her heavy body fly upwards, your uncle’s grunts cut trough the air reaching you, it was insane

He was insane

He had a grudge for 8 years, boiling and simmering in rage, anger, and sadness, and you were the one that was going to get the worst of it

You felt relieved even, that it was you and not sweet Lucerys

Better you than him 

“JĒMELÃ GÊLŸNI ENKÂ!”, he screamed [you owe me a debt], “BYKA!”, little one

Karnax flied diligently through the cliffs and rocks, you looked up and he was still there, chasing you, looming over you

“I lied!”, you heard then, “I will give you my bastard”, a pain spread through your chest, all your sorrow, pain, fear, exploding, taking a hold on your body, preventing you from breathing properly, even with the skies falling upon your head, with your life in your uncle’s hands.

You screamed when Karnax again flew in open skies as the protection of the cliff was taken away. It was a scream of agony, frustration, and fear

Oh so much fear

 But the gods, or whomever, granted you a small mercy, the clouds were thick and the sea was a few feet under you, they concealed you from your predator chasing you. 

You took a shaky, long breath, despite the lump in your throat present since you left Dragonstone

You needed to get yourself together 

Keep flying North, soon the skies will clear, you couldn’t let fear control you….

Fear

The last thing you heard was Vhagar growling, and Karnax high screeched when the biggest dragon in the world sank her teeth in him, catching his legs and tail, completely destroying him.

“AH!”, you barely got a scream yourself, she didn’t catch you, but so did half your dragon, now dead.

“VHAGAR! NO! NO VHAGAR!”, is the last thing you heard

The next?

The white noise of water, all around you, the cold grasping you, hugging you tightly, not letting you move as the water moved around you taking you prisoner 

For better or worse, Vhagar’s had completely destroyed the saddle, releasing you, and now you were there, by a gift or a curse from the gods, amongst the dark tides of Shipwreck bay, sinking slowly, finally you didn’t feel more fear, only the instinct to survive.

You were a true Velaryon at last. 

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