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fragileheartbeats · 12 hours
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I have been thinking about something for a while now. what if aegon 2 was a bit like tywin lannister?
Ok I'm kind of lost for words because first, this question is interesting but stupid and funny at the same time. Second, idk why you're asking me this, I mean yes he's my favorite character but there are people who obviously understand his character more like @very-straight-blog but since you asked this I try my best to answer you.
First of all Tywin was a proud man, he was proud that he was a lion. So Aegon would be proud of his Targaryen blood too. Instead of his short, greasy hair, he would have long and shine hair because it is a sign of his Valyrian blood (he would take good care of his hair, he may even braid it). He would probably saw himself more as a Targaryen than a Hightower. And instead of green, he would dress in red, black, silver and gold. He will also have a more muscular body because of the practice of swordsmanship and etc. And instead of teary eyes, he would have half lidded eyes and a sharp gaze.
He would saw himself as heir, unlike Aegon in the book that took the throne so he can protect his family and unlike him in the show that was a coward and wanted to escape. He wouldn't care what he's father said. Because when his father dies, his words have no value anymore.
He probably would admired his father, but on the other hand, he would saw his father as weak and annoying. He also would saw Rhaenyra as a foolish and spoiled woman (it was good for him tho, because in his mind, she would destroys herself).
When he was crowned king, he hold his head high, his eyes shine and a proud smile on his face.
he would be characterized by his strategic mind, ruthlessness, and a pragmatic approach to governance. This version of Aegon would be more calculated, less impulsive, and likely more effective in securing alliances and managing the realm. His cruelty, amplified beyond Tywin's, would instill fear among his enemies and even his allies.
From his birth, Aegon would be groomed for leadership, displaying a keen understanding of politics and warfare from a young age. His education under a Tywin-like mindset would emphasize the importance of power, control, and the necessity of making hard decisions for the greater good of the realm, albeit through a more cynical lens.
A more intelligent and cunning Aegon would approach the conflict with Rhaenyra with a sharper strategy. He would likely seek to undermine her support base, using espionage, strategic marriages (he would force his brothers to take a wife, or even promise his own children), and alliances to weaken her position before their forces met in battle. His plans would be meticulous, aiming to avoid unnecessary losses and to capitalize on any mistake made by Rhaenyra's faction. For example he would use any chance to point the obvious fact that her children are bastard.
He would also treat Helaena better, And he would listened carefully to her words and prophecies and would take care of her and try to have as many children with her as possible. He may even marry other women from other powerful houses, not only does this increase his allies, but he can have more heirs, and since each child gets a dragon, he can also have more dragons.
As a king, Aegon's rule would be marked by his strategic governance, focusing on strengthening the realm's central authority. However, his cruelty and ruthlessness could lead to rebellion and unrest. His intelligence would allow him to navigate these challenges with a degree of success, but his brutality might leave the realm in a state of fear and resentment.
Aegon's legacy would be complex. While some might remember him as a strong ruler who maintained the integrity of the Seven Kingdoms, others would recall his reign as a dark period marked by fear and tyranny. His nickname might reflect his dual nature, perhaps something like "Aegon the Iron," symbolizing both his strength and his unyielding cruelty.
Given his strategic mind, Aegon might be able to secure his throne for a longer period than in the original narrative. However, his cruelty could also lead to plots against his life. Assuming he could suppress major rebellions, his reign might last significantly longer, potentially stabilizing his bloodline's claim to the throne if he managed to produce heirs who survived the tumultuous politics of the realm.
In this scenario, Aegon might seek to eliminate Rhaenyra and her supporters as threats to his rule. However, he might also consider imprisoning or exiling them if he believed it would lead to a more stable realm, using them as pawns to discourage further rebellion.
In a world where Aegon mirrored Tywin in intellect and temperament, the Dance of the Dragons might have unfolded with less chaos and more cold, calculated brutality. His reign could be characterized by a strong, if feared, leadership, potentially leading to a more unified but oppressed realm. His victory in the war would be likely, achieved through strategy and fear rather than sheer force. However, the scars of his rule would mark the history of Westeros, leaving a legacy that would be remembered with a mix of respect and dread.
Well that's what I think. But honestly I love the original Aegon more because he's a broken man and I love him for it.
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mllemarianne · 1 year
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The green council in season 2, probably
Alicent: Rhaenys could have barbecued our asses but she didn’t. There is hope for peace!
Otto: Daemon was about to carve me like a pumpkin but Rhaenyra stopped him. She shed a tear when she saw the page. She is considering our terms!
Aegon II: Great job avoiding civil war guys!
Aemond just getting back from Storm’s End:
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the-djarin-clan · 1 year
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witchofvalyria · 1 year
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Will never shut up about this, Team black till the very end
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iamyourdailydoseofbi · 7 months
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Hii I was wondering if maybe you could write a Aemond Targaryen fic? Where Aemond is like Gomez Addams and he says, "Look at her --I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way --what bliss." With maybe even a taylor swift song? Thanks :))
EITHER WAY WHAT BLISS ( House of the Dragon x Reader )
AUTHOR NOTE! It makes me so happy to know that you requested my writing! I love this idea! He does ( lowkey ) give off this vibe <3
pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Tully! Reader 
prompt: Aemond is willing to die for the Reader if it means he'll get an ounce of her love.. ( The inspo was 'Gorgeous' by Taylor Swift. )
key: h/c = hair color, Dahlia = random servant girl, Evan Tully
word count: 2,000+ words
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Brushing away a strand of white hair from their face, Y/n scans the rows of men, her eyes lingering on her brother Brynden. Her name day was supposed to be a small affair between her family and her bethorthal’s. But, the King was stubborn and insisted on having a Tourney at the very least. So, she’d be sitting through at least an hour of jousting, games of archery, and grueling duels. Not exactly what she wanted to do on her name day. But, what can she do? 
Picking at her bottom lip, Brynden gives her a weak smile as he adjusts his armor, her heart clenched tightly. He could barely hold a sword, and of course, he had to enter a bloody swordsman match. Feeling Dahlia nudge her side hard, she snaps out of her daze, her cheeks flushing red from embarrassment. Shit. Turning to look at Dahlia, she tries to smile as the black haired girl continues to ramble away about something about men and their ‘walks’. 
“I bet you my finest necklace, that knight. The one in black armor is really fine under that helmet.” Dahlia giggles, twirling a strand of her hair. 
“Oh? How do you know that? For all you know he’s got the face of a donkey. How good he looks in armor, doesn’t mean that he’s that good in regular clothes.” Y/n scoffs, following Dahlia’s eyes. 
“It’s the walk. Look at how he holds himself. A fine looking man walks with a little extra pep in his step. Like he knows that the moment he removes that helmet, girls are going to swoon over him.” Dahlia smirks, “Just like your little Prince.” 
“Just because you want to fuck my betrothed does not mean that I wish to hear about it, Dahlia.  Keep that talk for the other maids.” Y/n scoffs, rolling her eyes. 
“I am envious that you, little Y/n Tully, are going to call that man her husband. The ungodly things I would do make him look at me the way he does to you. He looks at you like you crafted the moon and stars.” Dahlia rambles, a dreamy look on her face. 
Scoffing at Dahlia’s teasing, she narrows her eyes at the knight, inspecting the black armor he adorned. His face was hidden under his helmet. Looking for some kind of hint of which house he was from, the only thing that was kind of a hint was the sapphire blue cape he was wearing. But, even then it could mean nothing. Tilting her head to the side, she didn’t like that the man was a mystery, why was he hiding? What was he hiding? Watching as he strolls over to Brynden, she stands up a little straighter in her seat, her jaw clenching. If he so much as touched a hair on her baby brother’s head, she’d make Maegor the Cruel seem like a baby compared to her. 
“Brynden will be fine, Y/n.” Dahlia reasons, but her voice is weak. 
“Brynden cannot even hold a sword upright.” Y/n argues, “Not to mention he’s got two left feet!” 
“Well you’ve always looked rather pretty in black?” Dahlia weakly smiles. 
“Dahlia!” Y/n scolds, shooting her friend a look. 
“I know! But, at least he’ll look good dying?” Dahlia cringes at her own words, “I don’t know! I don't really know what to say..”
Slapping Dahlia’s shoulder, the pit in her stomach only worsens, her face curling up in anger and uneasiness. She did not have any other siblings but Brynden. He was her whole world. Her baby brother. She had practically raised him! She was the one to teach him how to say his first words. She was the one who taught him how to walk. She was there to teach him how to handle a horse. How to be a just and kind Lord. How to be the perfect husband. She did everything that a parent would do. Except how to hold a sword. 
Picking at her bottom lip with her teeth, she slowly rises from  her seat, pacing back and forth in place. She wouldn’t be able to stomach her baby brother getting hurt. It’d kill her, surely! Feeling Dahlia grab her arm, she’s pulled from her darkening thoughts. The taste of blood floods her mouth. Shit. Wiping her bottom lip clean of blood, she’s aware of the eyes that now shifted onto her. The maiden of the day.  Aemond Targaryen’s betrothed. The sweet little Tully girl born with white curls. The Enchantress of the Realm. 
"Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like..I might sink and drown and die.."
“If that was your attempt to make me feel better, it failed..” Y/n breaths out, “Perhaps, I should just talk to him about pulling out. It’s not too late..” 
“My Lady…” Dahlia tries, but Y/n doesn’t hear her. 
“Do not try to talk me out of this, Dahlia. I will not allow my brother to make a fool of himself, or worse kill himself.” Y/n shakes her head, “I have made my mind! Come let us⎯”
“It’s your future husband..” Dahlia speaks through her teeth.
“You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face..'Cause look at your face..gorgeous...” 
Furrowing her brows at Dahlia’s odd words, the black haired girl turns her around, forcing her to look down. Shit.  She finds herself staring down at Aemond, the mysterious knight in black armor. Her face flushes a bright red from embarrassment. The knight they had⎯Well the knight Dahlia was gawking at was Aemond. Staring at him with wide eyes, Dahlia nudges her side, trying to snap her out of her little daze. But, it feels like her tongue is made of lead. Looking him up and down, his long white locs are braided back from his face, but a few stray strands frame his face. There’s a small smirk on his face, as he adjusts his armor. Gods almighty, he looked gorgeous in armor. 
“And I'm so furious..At you for making me feel this way..But what can I say? You're gorgeous..”
“Aemond..” Y/n breathes out, “You're the blue knight..I..I thought you didn’t give a shit about Tourneys?” 
“I don’t. But, it would be a shame if I did not participate in my future-brides Name Day Tourney.” He smirks, licking his bottom lip. 
“I..Aemond, could you..?” She chews on her bottom lip, “Could you possibly? Please watch out for my brother?” 
“I will.” He nods, making her smile gratefully. 
“Thank you.” 
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He kept his word, or at least that was what Dahlia was telling her. She hadn’t dared to open her eyes just yet. She didn’t not care if that made her a coward. She just couldn’t stand to watch the fights and not think about her brother while men pummeled each other with swords. Squeezing Dahlia’s hand tightly, she tenses at the call of her brother’s name and Aemond’s. Her eyes shoot open, her jaw dropping slightly. No. No. No. No. That couldn't be right! She must have misheard! Sharply turning her head to the fighting circle, she bolts from her seat, leaning against the railing. Her nails dig into the wood like a cat’s would. Her eyes are flickering between the two of them. 
One of them would get hurt, she was sure of it, whether it be intentional or not. Her breathing grows ragged, her heart pounding against her ribcage. She was afraid that it would jump out of her chest. Watching as they  raise their swords, she stuck in a trance as they slowly circled each other. Their swords collide, her eyes shutting tightly at the horrid sound of metal against metal. Biting her lip, she doesn’t know why her eyes peel open, but her heart stops in her chest as  she catches the sight of Aemond falling to the ground. His sapphire blue cape slowly turned red. She nearly faints at the sight of red, he’s bleeding. Oh gods..He was bleeding. 
“You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah..”
“AEMOND!” She shouts, the words escaping her lips before she can stop it.
“My Prince!” Someone shouts, their voice a blur in her mind. 
No. No. No. No. Watching with blurry eyes as Maesters rush to him, she wants to bolt to him, but her legs are frozen in place. Brynden drops his sword, the realization creeping on his face. Feeling Dahlia’s arms wrap around her, it seems like the Arena explodes with chaos in an instant. Everyone is shouting loudly. Guards are rushing around in every direction. But, throughout the chaos her eyes are on him. Her Aemond. 
“He’ll be okay…” Dahlia reassures, “Maesters are tending to him..” 
“Take me to him.” Y/n breaths out, tears flooding her eyes. 
“Y/n..” Dahlia nervously warns, “I..I don’t think we should. Not right now at least.” 
“Take me to him.” Y/n repeats, her voice more firm than before.
Shooting Dahlia an icy glare, Dahlia chews on her lip before nodding her head at the request, a nervous look on her face. What if it was bad? What if he died? Would Brynden be punished? Gods, how in the Seven bloody hells did this happen? Following Dahlia, she picks up her skirt, her eyes searching for the white haired man that was to be her husband. Pushing past frantic Lords and Guards,  it felt like an invisible force had her by the throat,  squeezing her lungs and throat with each step she took closer to a bleeding out Aemond.  
Seeing him laying on the ground, his chest piece was removed, his white tunic cut open to reveal the rather gnarly gash on his stomach.  Tears flood her eyes at the sight before her.  Covering her mouth with her hand, she rushes to his side,  her eyes scanning every little detail that she can. His chest was moving up and down, he was drenched in sweat and dirt. That was a good thing. Looking at his face, his eye patch was removed, his hair completely unbraided and spread around him like a halo. 
“Oh..Aemond..” She whispers, petting his sweat soaked hair. 
“My Lady, you should not be here.” 
“He is my husband to be, I will not be leaving.” She argues, turning back to Aemond. “Aemond, are you okay, love?”
“I am fine. Do not worry.” He grunts, clenching his jaw.
Staring into his eyes, she tenses up at the sight of his missing eye-patch. Fuck, he looked gorgeous with that scar. Looking up at her, he notices her attention on his face. Lifting a hand to touch his face, his face drains of color when he doesn’t feel the leather of his eye-patch. He had been purposeful in hiding his scar from the world. He didn’t want to be viewed as a monster. But, she looked at him with such softness in her eyes. Hunching over him, she casually places her hand over his eye, hiding his eye from everyone. Giving him a small nod, his breathing grows shaky. 
“You dodged his attack. But, not like someone as experienced with a sword as you are, would. Why?” Dahlia asks, narrowing her eyes at Aemond.  
“Look at her, I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way⎯what bliss.” He whispers, High Valyrian flowing off his tongue. 
“You are a lovestruck fool, Aemond Targaryen.” Dahlia scoffs, “I hope this is the bloodloss talking.”
“What did you say?” Y/n furrows her brows, “Dahlia..?”
“He didn’t want to risk hurting your brother. That he rather he be the one hurt and not your brother. Come, let us reassure your little brother that he hasn’t killed your beloved.” Dahlia lies smoothly, nodding her head at Aemond.
Y/n looks between Dahlia and Aemond unsure, chewing on her bottom lip. She didn’t know enough High Valyrian to understand what the two of them were discussing. But, she trusted Dahlia enough to take her word for it. Opening her mouth to speak, Aemond grabs onto her hand, stopping her. Looking down at Aemond, her cheeks flushing involuntarily, her heart was pounding frantically in her chest. She wanted him to keep on looking at her like that. 
“Go..” He nods, "I will be fine."
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Santorini Serenity
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pairing: Jacaerys x aunt reader
summary: The Targaryen and Valeryon family went on a vacation, how will it go?
Word count: 3,3K
Warnings: groping, smut, Fingering, Handjob, Dry humping
The azure waters of the Aegean Sea shimmered under the midday sun as the Velaryon family disembarked from their private yacht onto the picturesque island of Santorini. It was a rare occasion for the family to come together for a trip, and Jacaerys Velaryon, with his striking Valyrian features, stood at the center of it all. His aunt, Daelys, watched him from a distance, feeling a mix of pride and curiosity.
As the family settled into their luxurious villa overlooking the caldera, it became apparent that some rooms needed to be shared. Jacaerys, a man of grace and charm even in modern times, found himself assigned to the same room as Daelys. Their eyes met, and they exchanged polite smiles, though they hadn’t spent much time together before this trip.
The room was adorned with minimalist Greek decor, with white walls, splashes of cobalt blue, and large windows that framed the breathtaking view of the sea. It was spacious but cozy, with a sense of tranquility that contrasted with the hustle and bustle of their daily lives.
Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, Jacaerys and Daelys sat on the room’s balcony, sipping on glasses of local wine. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the cliffs below created a soothing background.
Jacaerys broke the silence, his voice carrying a trace of his Valyrian accent. “It’s quite something, isn’t it? This view.”
Daelys nodded, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “Absolutely. I’ve seen many places, but Santorini is unlike any other.”
As the evening deepened, conversation flowed effortlessly between them. They talked about their lives, their dreams, and shared anecdotes about their family. Jacaerys revealed a more relaxed side, free from the responsibilities that usually weighed on him. Daelys listened intently, appreciating the chance to get to know her nephew better.
As the moon cast its silvery glow upon them, Jacaerys looked at Daelys, his eyes reflecting the lunar light. “You know, I’ve never had a chance to spend time with family like this. It’s been…unexpectedly wonderful.”
Daelys smiled warmly. “I agree. Sometimes, it takes a change of scenery to bring people closer together.”
Their hands brushed lightly as they reached for the last pieces of baklava on a shared plate, sending a subtle jolt of electricity between them. It was a moment of unspoken understanding, and the connection between aunt and nephew deepened under the Grecian stars.
After finishing their wine and savoring the last moments on the balcony, Daelys and Jacaerys exchanged sleepy smiles. The Mediterranean breeze carried the scent of the sea, lulling them into a sense of tranquility. They bid each other goodnight and retreated to their separate beds.
The room was cast in a soft, ambient glow from the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Daelys slipped under the crisp, cool sheets of her bed, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She couldn’t help but think about the day’s conversations and how she was getting to know her nephew in a way she never had before.
Jacaerys settled into his own bed, his thoughts filled with the enchanting beauty of Santorini and the unexpected connection he had formed with Daelys. He stared up at the ceiling, pondering the complexities of family dynamics and the mysteries that had yet to be uncovered during their trip.
Daelys shifted in her bed feeling a little uncomfortable, she always found it hard to sleep at least the first night after changing her sleeping arrangements, she is the type that got used and adapt fast but the first night was always the hardest.
Jace on the other hand could not for the life of him understand why he couldn't just bring his bed on vacations, he can never adapt no matter what. Hearing Daelys shift gave him some hope that she too was awake and may keep him some company. He turned on his side to look at her, the sight of her made him suck in a breath.
She had one of her legs out of the blanket, something that was globally famous for keeping someone cool but not too cool like it would if they removed the blanket entirely. She was still in her shoty satin shorts and matching tanktop. She was facing away from him giving him a full view of the rilling up short showing the bottom half of her behind.
Jace could feel himself growing hard under his shorts. He knew his was wrong, Daelys was his aunt for god's sake, he cannot think of her this way. He gulped when she shifted yet again trying to get comfortable, popping her behind even more.
"Daelys" He hissed unconsciously. She tensed up for a second before relaxing again as if she forgot that he was in the room with her.
"Hmm" Was her answer. She didn't want to speak up feeling that if she did she would ruin the incoming cloud of sleepiness she's been chasing for a while now.
"C-can I join you in bed?" Jace asked. He felt like an idiot when she didn't give an answer for a second.
"What for? Are you afraid of the dark, Jacey?" She teased. Her voice sounding almost hoarse, a sound between sleepy and awake. Jace gulped, she just sounded so freaking hot. The waves from her voice went straight down to his cock.
"No, I just- nevermind" Jace feeling ashamed moved to turn his back to her like she has done this entire time.
"Come here" She scoffed. Jace sat up faster than lightning shocked. He found her twisted awkwardly to look at him. She patted the space by her side where there was barely space for him to fit, the beds were tiny after all.
"You sure?" Jace asked. He was already peeling off the very thin blanket. His bare feet touched the tile floor feeling them to be a little cool which sent a shiver of relief through his body. He hoped she could not see the bulge forming in his shorts.
"Just come here" She demanded annoyed. She turned to face the wall again. Jace scrambled to lay behind her on his side so he wouldn't fall off the bed.
She threw a small section of the blanket over his stomach but not enough to cover his legs at all. Her leg was still out of the blanket for some kind of temperature balance. She shifted a little again to get comfortable only for her behind to brush against his very obvious hard on.
Jace froze and waited for her reaction, she did not react for a couple of minutes giving Jace false hope that she did not feel it. Daelys unknown to Jace smirked behind her hand before shifting again rubbing her behind against his cock.
"Stop moving" he begged, almost whining. She ignored him and moved more again. This time she did not try to hide the fact that she wanted to feel him. Jace tried to move away but there was no space.
"Maybe I should move back-" Jace wasn't able to finish his sentence before she twisted around to face him. His eyes widened when her lag snapped out of the blanket and wrapped around his waist. Now the blanket was pushed to behind her and in front of the wall instead.
"Why are you running away, Jacey?" Daelys pouted. She used the leg around his waist to pull him closer. Jace gulped feeling her heat against his groin. She was warm, he didn't know if she was truly warm feeling no skin.
"I-I I am n-not running away! Jace explained. She smirked, she moved her hips rubbing against him. This time with the closer contact it earned a moan from him.
"Stop it, you are my aunt" Jacaerys hissed angrily. One of her hands moved up to grab his hair and pulled his head back to expose his neck to her. She moved closer to his neck and kissed his neck, light pecks but they resulted in goosebumps all over his skin.
"Daelys" Jace moaned, she continued the movement of her hips. "Stop" He begged, almost sounding like he was crying. His cock has never been this hard before in his life.
"Jacey" Daelys moaned, against his throat. Jace wrapped an arm around her waist with the full intention of pushing her away only for his body to betray him and pull her in instead.
"I can't put it in" Jace groaned. He pulled his hair out of her hand and looked down at her. Daelys pouted but nodded her head anyways.
He smirked slightly gaining back some control. His hand moved from her waist back to her back feeling her spine up to her neck and back down, touching each and every vertebrae on her back. She shivered in his arms quickening the movement of her hips.
"Jace" She whispered, breathless, she was feeling the effect of her rubbing in her lower parts. She was getting wet, she was more than wet at this point.
"Shh" Jace was quick to shush her. His hand reached the hem of her shorts and slid inside. He did not pull them down instead opted to moves his hand over the flesh of her ass under the silk.
"No undies? Dirty auntie" Jace giggled in her ear. She smirked and bit his neck, Jace groaned at the feeling. "No marks" He warned. She nodded and let go of his skin and licked over it to soothe the skin there.
Jace's hand wandered over her smooth skin, grabbing a handful of her ass. Daelys moaned at the tight grip and rocked her hips with difficulty as he held the flesh preventing any movement.
"Jace, please" She pleaded. Jace shushed her again and moved his hand between the ass cheeks.
He continued wandering until he founded her sopping hole. She gasped at the feeling of his fingers touching her for the first time ever. Her nephew was running his fingers up and down her slit, a thought that has never occured to her let alone for her to live through it.
Jace felt bravery surge into him and he pushed a finger inside. She shivered at the prodding. So he pushed a second finger inside, she was no virgin he knew. He knew from all the guys she brought home. All the guys he watched her make out with. One will never leave his mind though, Artor Clegane, a man, not a boy, but a man who was like 6'2 feet tall she reached his below his shoulder, he played american football and he once heard them having sex. He knows that Artor must have hurt her, no way a man his size and a girl her size could have painless sex, but she always had a stupid smile on her face when she was with him until he of course cheated.
"Fuck" She whined, with Jace no longer holding her flesh she was able to move her hips again. hey created a rhythm of movement. His finger moved in and out curling inside of her in search of that soft spot that made her head go blank, in the process getting her wet.
"Good" She giggled. A gasp tore through her lips when he finally found that spot, hidden inside of her velvet walls. The second he touched it her movement grew more desperate, the bed was beginning to move at this point.
"Is that it, auntie?" Jace teased, curling his fingers again to touch that spot. She let out a loud cry at the feeling. His free hand snapped up to cover her mouth. He added a third finger, he could probably push his entire hand inside and she wouldn't complain.
"Fuck...yes yes yes" She cried against his palm. Jace pulled his hand out of her earning a moan of disappointment from her. He pushed her to lay on her back instead.
He moved between her legs and pulled her shorts down harshly, probably ripping at least a small piece of them. He did not waist another second to push his finger back inside of her. This time her hole was low on the bed, so he wrapped his free arm under her to pull her hips to the level of his own. He started rocking again, imagining that his fingers was his cock inside of her instead.
"mmmgods" Her thighs tensed up. The inside of her thighs was fully coated in her slick, if someone saw it they would think she had pissed herself.
"Such a whore" Jacaerys smirked. He found it funny how she thought she was the one in control minutes ago when she rubbed herself against him. He was merely being a gentleman like his mother taught him, she made him snap, not many could do that, in fact only one woman can do that, Sara Snow.
"yes, whore, y-your whore" She threw her head back feeling her orgasm closing in on her. Jacaerys quickened his pace wanting feel her cum on his fingers, the only thing he can push inside of her, maybe he push his tongue too someday but never his cock, he wished he could push his cock inside of. If only she wasn't his aunt.
"Cumming" She warned. Her hand snapped up to the headboard to brace herself. She was sure that the people in the room beside theirs could at least hear the banging against the wall, she hoped it's not someone they knew, she couldn't remember who was near their room and who wasn't. Was it Rhaenyra and Laenor? Were they in the room beside them? Was it Lucaerys and Joffery? she hoped no, Luce maybe an adult but Joffery was nowhere near there.
"Fuck me" She cried, her back arching as her whole body spasmed. The orgasm ran from the roots of her hair down to the very edge of her toes. Thighs shaking, arms shaking, whole body was shaking. Jace smirked watching her cum on his fingers, sensing her walls beginning to get too tight around his fingers he pulled them out not wanting to hurt her. He slowly set her hips down on the bed. Watching her blissed out face, eyes rolled back into the back of her head, as she laid on the pillow.
"Fucking hell" She whispered. Slowly gaining consciousness again, she truly felt like she lost her consciousness for a second.
"Was that good?" Jace asked. His palms running up her thighs to her mound rubbing her clit, her body jerked back but welcomed the touch as it soothed her. The buzz of the orgasm she just had did not have time to shimmer away before coming back.
"Oh fuck, very good" She whined. Her body moving between jerking away from his touch to chasing it. It was like her body had a mind of it's own, one second it was too sensitive for his touch, the second it chased his touch growing hungry for it in a second.
"Good good? or just good?" Jace smirked, moving his thumb faster. Her back arched off the bed, thighs beginning to tremble again. She hadn't come down fully from her orgasm yet and he was building a new one out of her.
"Good good" She cried. Her body went into a full shock as his thumb swiped with a new pressure. Her eyes were getting wet and tears soon were falling down her face. She wanted more, needed more.
She sat up, and held his hand in place between her legs. Jace smirked down at her moving his thumb, not needing her to tell him to know she was close already. "Don't you dare stop" She threatened. She looked ridiculous, glaring at him with tears running down her cheeks. Mouth falling open with pleasure, eyes fighting hard to keep open.
"Shit yes" She fell back on the bed as her orgasm crashed through her. Jace pulled his thumb away when she began jerking away from his touch fully. He even seized touching her all together not wanting to overwhelm her.
She opened her eyes slowly and watched him. He was watching her closely, watching her reactions. Watching to see if she was alright and that alone made her want to jump his bones but she can't he was her nephew. Her eyes trailed down to his shorts, a tent was obvious where his cock was, a little of her slick had gotten on it as well.
"Lay down" She ordered patting beside her. She moved onto her side, with a little difficulty finding herself exhausted from the mind blowing orgasms he gave her.
Jace obeyed her ordered. He watched her as she moved to push down his shorts and boxers just enough to pull out his cock. Her hand wrapped around his girth feeling his weight in her hand for the first time, he saw the surprise on her face at his size and it feuled his ego.
"Rub it" He hissed, growing impatient. Daelys did not need to be told twice. She began moving her hand up and down slowly at first, wanting him to get used to her touch.
Jacaerys gulped at the feeling of her soft hand moving up and down his shaft. Something he alone did, he never was brave enough to ask a partner to give him a handjob. Even Sara Snow. Yes she did give him the occasional blowjob now and then but it was like she was challenging herself with his length she tried to fit him in her mouth barely any use of her hands.
"Shit" He clenched his thighs together when she moved to use her other hand as well. She cupped his balls, having to pinch his thighs to get him to open them again to give her access to them. They were heavy and big, filled with cum for her.
She smirked as she gained more speed in her movement. Jace slapped a hand on his mouth to muffle his sounds. He whined and cried with each touch. She moved her thumb, swiping it over the small slit on the reddened top of his cock.
He was beautiful, big with heavy balls, with a singular vein on the left side of his cock. She admired his cock, one of the biggest she had seen, she wished that she could have it inside of her but that was not possible, she was his aunt, they cannot have sex, or penetration at least.
"I'm gonna cum" He cried, or more like whisper-shouted after a couple of minutes. At least he didn't last two minutes like most men. She knew he would be able to pull at least two orgasms from her with his stamina, if only she could put it inside.
"Cum, Jacey" She whispered into his ear. A moan like sound left her throat and straight into his ear. His mouth fell open and his eyes closed. She watched as white pearly drops sprouted out of his tip. His cum was all over his stomach, up to his abs.
He cried from overstimulation as she resumed her movement earning a couple more drops, his cock twitching in her palm. She let him go eyes wide, and curious. He was barely able to open his eyes only to find her on her belly near his with her tongue out.
"Shit" He cursed when her tongue touched his stomach, collecting his spend and tasting it. Her eyes raised to look at him with a smirk.
"Salty" She joked scrunching her nose. Jace slapped both of his hands on his face to stop himself from laughing, his aunt found it in herself to joke when they were in this situation.
"Fucking hell" He moved his hands away from his face when she dropped beside him on the bed again. He couldn't even look at her. Lucaerys and Joffery were in the room beside their, did they hear? How is he supposed to face either of them ever again?
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Jace and Baela for ASOIAF #SixFanarts challenge commissionated by @kat-is-confused
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spalahmoon · 2 years
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You totally in love with male characters who have long white hair even if you know nothing about them^^
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⌗ 𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘐𝘈𝘍 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ( ♱ )
— 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐, 𝘔𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳, 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐, 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯, 𝘈𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐, 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐𝘐, 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐 <3
˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
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𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑹 ─ ♕
Possessive Protector
Aegon would view his sister as a crucial part of his reign, an extension of his own power and influence. He would be intensely protective, viewing any threat to you as a threat to his realm. His love would be as fierce as his ambition, and he would go to great lengths to ensure your safety and happiness, often equating the two. He might call you "My Queen," elevating you above all others in title and in his heart. His demonstration of love would be grand gestures, like dedicating victories or conquests in your name. His obsession is less about controlling you and more about ensuring your safety and happiness, albeit in a way that places you within a golden cage. He would be intensely protective, using his power to shield you from any perceived threat. He would lavishing you with gifts and luxuries from across the Seven Kingdoms, Aegon makes sure you have everything you desire—except freedom.
As you walked through the gardens, Aegon's arm never left your side, his presence a towering fortress that no fear could penetrate. "All this," he gestured to the sprawling city beyond, "is yours, as much as I'm yours. Together, there is nothing we cannot conquer."
𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑬𝑳 ─ ⸸
Ruthless Dominator
Maegor's love would be terrifying in its intensity. He would see any perceived slight against you as a personal affront, worthy of his cruellest retribution. His way of showing love would be to remove any and all obstacles to your happiness—often permanently. He might refer to you as "My Heart," a term of endearment that suggests you are the only softness in his hardened world. His demonstrations of affection would be acts of protection and vengeance, ensuring you are untouchable and revered. He sees you as his alone, reacting violently to any perceived competition or dissent. His love is a suffocating force, controlling every aspect of your life. To Maegor, you are a possession, the only person he believes can understand him, yet someone he fears losing to the point of paranoia.
In the quiet of the night, Maegor whispered promises of undying loyalty and protection, his words a stark contrast to the tales of his ruthlessness. "You are mine," he growls, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "And those who dare even think to harm you will face my wrath," he vowed, a dark promise that chilled you to the bone yet filled you with a perverse sense of safety.
𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑺𝑬 ─ ✦
Benevolent Guardian
Jaehaerys's approach would be gentler, his love grounded in respect and a deep desire for your well-being. He would go to great lengths to ensure you have a voice and agency, rare for the times. He might call you "My Light," seeing you as the beacon that guides his rule. His love would be shown through acts of kindness and the creation of laws that protect and empower you. He would be your unwavering supporter, always seeking to resolve conflicts in your favor. Jaehaerys's love is subdued and patient, believing deeply in the power of his bond with you. He's protective in a way that seeks to uplift and support you, though he struggles with the idea of you wanting anything—or anyone—beyond him. He treat you with kindness and respect, always striving to ensure your happiness and fulfillment, yet subtly steering you away from any paths that lead away from him. He sees you as his partner in every aspect, the wisdom behind his throne, yet fears the thought of you not needing him as much as he needs you.
Under the vast sky, Jaehaerys took your hand, his touch gentle. "With you, I see a future bright with promise," he said, his voice full of hope. "Together, we will build a realm where love and justice prevail."
𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ 𖤐
Passionate Rebel
Daemon's love would be as fiery as his dragon. He would be impulsively protective, often acting first on his emotions. His term of endearment might be "My Flame," indicative of the burning intensity of his love. His way of showing affection would be through daring acts meant to impress you, sometimes bordering on recklessness. He would see you as his equal in spirit and adventure, always seeking to include you in his escapades. Daemon's obsession is wild and untamed, driven by a desire for your attention and adoration. He craves a partner in his adventures, sometimes at the cost of your own wishes or safety. He might keep secrets from you to "protect" you, believing that the end justifies the means.
As you soared above the clouds on dragonback, Daemon's laughter echoed through the sky. "With you, every risk is worth taking," he shouted over the roar of the wind, his eyes alight with wild love.
𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ ✿
Gentle Watcher
Baelon would be the type to show his love through constant, steadfast companionship. He would be protective but in a more reserved manner, always there to offer a supporting hand rather than leaping into battle. He might affectionately call you "My Blossom," seeing you as the rejuvenating force in his life. His demonstrations of love would be thoughtful gifts and gestures, each meant to remind you of his unwavering presence in your life. Baelon's obsession is quieter, more reflective. He deeply values your presence in his life, seeing you as a guiding light. His protection is more about ensuring your happiness and less about control. He treat you with tenderness and care, always attentive to your needs and desires, even if it means putting his own aside. He sees you as his sanctuary, the peace he turns to in a tumultuous world, yet fears the day you might find sanctuary elsewhere.
In the quiet sanctuary of your shared chambers, Baelon offered you a rare book, its pages filled with tales of legendary heroes. "To inspire us both," he said softly, his gaze warm with admiration and love, "for you are the truest hero in my eyes."
𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑫 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 ─ ✞
Paranoid Sovereign
In his youth, before madness took a strong grip, Aerys's love would have been passionate, marked by high highs and low lows. His affection could be overwhelming, suffused with an intensity that's both captivating and daunting. He would see you as his sanctuary, the only person he could trust, calling you "My Solace." His demonstrations of love would be lavish, yet erratic, reflecting his increasingly unpredictable nature. He would be extremely protective, seeing threats in shadows, often acting irrationally to safeguard you from real and imagined dangers. Initially tender and loving, his treatment becomes erratic, with moments of warmth punctuated by sudden, baseless accusations and demands for proof of your loyalty. He show his love through lavish gifts and public declarations of your importance to him, which slowly become attempts to isolate you from perceived threats.
Within the confines of the Red Keep, Aerys held you close, his gaze flickering with a mix of devotion and an edge of something darker. "You are the only light in a realm filled with snakes and shadows," he whispered, his touch both tender and possessive.
𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑮𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 ─ *
Desperate Dreamer
Viserys's love would be fraught with desperation and a deep-seated fear of loss. His affection would be possessive, driven by the fear of losing another pillar of his identity. Having faced so much hardship, he would cling to you as his one true claim to happiness, calling you "My Treasure." His way of showing love would be through promises of future grandeur, envisioning a life where you both reign supreme. His protective nature would stem from his paranoia of losing you, just as he lost everything else, leading to controlling behavior masked as concern.
In the dim light of your meager shelter, Viserys's fingers traced the lines of your face as if memorizing each detail. "Soon, we'll return to our home," he murmured with a fervor born of desperation, "and I'll crown you as my queen, my only love."
𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ ♫
Melancholic Poet
Rhaegar's approach to love would be deeply emotional, tinged with melancholy and a sense of destiny. He would view you as his fated companion, calling you "My Muse." His demonstrations of love would be poetic and thoughtful, often expressed through song or written words. His protective nature would be subtle, more about ensuring your happiness and fulfillment, believing that your paths are inextricably linked by the stars themselves. He treat you with a gentle yet distant affection, often lost in his thoughts and prophecies, struggling to balance his visions with the reality of your relationship.
On the shores of the Quiet Isle, Rhaegar played his harp under the moonlight, the soft melody a testament to his undying affection. "In every life, in every world, I'd find you," he said, his voice low, "for our souls are bound by the music of the universe."
𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑬𝒀𝑬 ─ 𓆸
Vengeful Warrior
Aemond's love would be fierce, marked by a warrior's intensity and a readiness to confront any challenge. He would refer to you as "My Victory," seeing your affection as the most significant triumph of his life. His way of showing love would be through acts of protection and a readiness to engage in battle for your honor. His possessiveness could manifest in jealousy, quick to perceive rivals for your affection as enemies to be vanquished. He treat you with a volatile mix of passion and jealousy, often viewing any attention you give to others as a challenge to his claim over you.
Amidst the ruins of a conquered castle, Aemond declared his undying loyalty to you, his single eye burning with a fervent promise. "To the ends of the earth, I'd fight to keep you safe," he vowed, his arm around you a steel band of protection as he whispered in your ear "I would die for you."
𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑬𝑹 ─ ☁︎
Broken Monarch
Aegon's obsession would be tied to his lack of love, seeing you as his whole world. He would call you "My World" or "My Crown," indicating both his affection and his aspirations where you are concerned. His love is demanding, expecting your loyalty and affection as his sister. His demonstrations of love would be grandiose, aimed at solidifying both his and your status. His protectiveness would stem from a desire to be loved, viewing threats to you as threats to himself, and he would not hesitate to use his resources to eliminate such threats. Through public displays of favor and privilege, making sure everyone knows of your special status, yet this often feels more like marking his territory than genuine affection. He treat you with a mix of indulgence and expectation, showering you with gifts and attention but always with the underlying demand for your undivided loyalty and love.
In the opulent halls of the Red Keep, Aegon placed a delicate crown upon your head, his gaze locked with yours. "Together, we are invincible," he proclaimed, "and I will let no one, nothing, stand in our way."
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House of the Dragon Season 2 returns June 16. 🐉🔥
Matt as a Targaryen demon in the second season of House of the Dragon 🐉🔥
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"Your girls are the very image of their mother. A confort and an anguish, as I well remember."
- Viserys I Targaryen.
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Nyra in traditional valyrian clothing
I just thing that old valyrians were filthy rich, especially dragon lords. Like don't tell me they weren't doing something like that?! In my mind this clothes were brought to dragonstone before the doom and tthat they're one of the most prized Targaryen possesions.
Guess the influences
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Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Chamber Maid)
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You had just been appointed as the chamber maid of prince Aemond. The red keep was almost always short of staff so it had not been that big of a deal to anyone but you. You hadn’t really been working long enough to be qualified as a chamber maid so at first, it came as a bit of a shock.
To your delight, being Aemond’s chamber maid didn’t require you to interact with the prince himself. At dawn, he would leave for his morning drills with Ser Criston and you’d quickly finish your work then and leave. There was never much to do in his chambers for he kept them quite organised and in place. So, in order to keep you busy, you would be assigned to look after princess Helaena’s children.
You quickly bonded with them and they too, grew fond of you. You would take them to the palace gardens or play with them in princess Helaena’s rooms and more often than not, you would find the one-eyed prince present. You’d heard uncountable stories of him, most of them about how hideous he was, how no girl in court would ever be interested him. But when you first laid eyes on him in the gardens, you realised that all those people couldn’t have been more wrong and you would catch yourself stealing glances at him whenever you could. Sometimes he’d return the eye-contact and you would quickly look away in embarrassment.
Only after two weeks of cleaning Aemond’s chambers every day, you dared to pick up a candlestick and hold it against the wall of books that was there near the prince’s bed. Each shelf was divided by genre and each book laid out alphabetically. Even though you were of low status, you’d learned how to read as a child and never stopped since.
You knew the red keep had a library but it was available to few. To have found such a treasure at hand seemed like a gift of the gods. You quickly took out a book from the bottom shelf where you hoped he wouldn’t notice. It was small enough to fit in your pocket. With your heart beating against your chest, you rushed out.
When the prince entered his chambers after sunrise, he had almost instantly seen a book missing from his collections but when he saw that it had returned to its exact place 2 days later, Aemond knew it had been you. He had been made aware of his new chambermaid that he would often find stealing glances at him whenever she was assigned to look after his sister’s kids. You didn’t look at him the way others did, with horror and disgust but with a certain awe that Aemond quickly fell for. He would start finding excuses to be near the little Targaryens, to be near you. He loved the way you would look away, your cheeks turning red, the way you would laugh and smile, the way you kept your hair in a messy braid.
Once you were sure that the prince wasn’t seeing one of his books missing, you started taking more of them right after finishing the one before. You were always more than careful with the books, treating them as if they were worth more than the most expensive diamonds in Westeros and always made sure to keep them right back.
As more days passed by, you started getting more comfortable with your new life. You were starting to like it but you knew you could never actually ever approach prince Aemond with your growing feelings for him, and it hurt like a knife in the heart.
2 months had gone by and your life was going by smoothly. You followed your morning routine and entered Aemond’s chambers to quickly change the sheets and finish up with a bit of light dusting. But just as you would every 2-3 days, you first went to the bookshelf and kept your most recent read back on its place.
You held the candlestick up high and found a book that certainly piqued your interest. You stepped on your tip-toes and tried to reach for it but failed. Each time your hand barely even touched the book. Just as you were about to give up, you saw a hand from behind you take it. For a second your heart stopped for you knew who it was. You could feel his breath on your neck and it raised every strand of hair on your skin. You turned slowly, your back now resting on the bookshelf. You had never seen Aemond so up close and he was perfect. He was wearing a loose white cotton shirt which gave him a much more homely look. It’d seemed as if he had worn his eyepatch in a hurry, as if he was scared about what you would think. You looked into his eye and he in yours and you never wanted this moment to end. But it did, perhaps a lot later than it should have but a lot earlier than you’d preferred.
Ser Criston was out of the capital for some urgent business and Aemond had stayed behind in his chambers that morning. He’d actually been looking forward to seeing you in his chambers where he could talk to you without suspicion. The prince had gone as far as to even keep your favourite foods and drink ready but now that felt like it would be too much.
“My prince, I am so sorry! I never should’ve taken-“ you were cut off abruptly.
“ ‘The Hidden Mysteries of Qarth’,” the prince read out the title, “You have good taste, little thief.” The corners of his lips turned into a small smile. You had expected him to be absolutely furious but perhaps not.
“My prince, I’m no thief. I’ve only ever borrowed your books and I always kept them back in perfect condition. I know it was wrong… but I never stole anything,” You spoke anxiously. If he wasn’t angry before, he’d probably be now, you thought to yourself. But out of all the things you had expected, you hadn’t expected him to laugh. Well, he didn’t laugh but he was grinning and it was amazing. Regardless of the consequences, you would cherish this scene till the end of your days.
“Take it,” he held the book in his hand. You hesitated; what if it was simply a test? What if he was waiting for you to take it and then punish you for taking his books without expecting any consequences? The endless thoughts ran in your head as your eyes went from the book to Aemond’s violet eye but his remained on yours.
“I won’t hurt you,” He spoke in the softest of voices, “Consider it a gift.”
You knew the blood had risen to your cheeks and made you look like a flustered fool. Finally extending your hand, you took the book from the prince, “Thank you, my prince.”
So, it seemed as though he had already known, and that your efforts to remain sly remained only as efforts.
You didn’t see Aemond in his chambers again and you’d stopped taking his books out of guilt and embarrassment but only a few days later you found a new book at your bedside and inside it a note.
It is one of my favourites, tell me what you think
You knew who it was from even though there was no note and couldn’t help but smile and melt.
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Some Incorrect Quotes for House of the Dragons that I may write fics about
aha I have three hours until I go into work.
*edit: I added more*
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Daemon: I guess I’m just a bad person. 
Y/n: Nah, you’re not a bad person. You’re a terrific person. You’re my favourite person. But sometimes you can be a real cunt.
Rhaenyra: You can’t make everyone like you. You’re not Y/n. 
Harwin: Not everyone likes Y/n, though.
Daemon: Who doesn’t like Y/n?
Harwin: No one, I just—
Daemon: I need names Harwin…
• Yn: It's been a year since I surrendered to the enemy
Daemon:She means we got married
• Rhaenyra: How's having your own actual kids?
Y/n:Horrible. I never knew something could cry so much. It never stops.
Rhaenyra:Oh, well, the kid will grow out of it eventually, right?
Y/n:Oh no, the kid's great. She hardly ever cries.
Rhaenyra: But I thought-
Daemon:, sobbing while holding the baby: Y/n, I LOVE HER SO MUCH.
• Y/n: Hey Daemon?
Daemon, internally: There they are. My favorite person in the world, the love of my life. Fuck I just want to stare at them and hold them and kiss them for the rest of my life—
Daemon: What the FUCK do you want?
Daemon staring at Y/n: “You look like an angel.”
Y/n who wasn’t paying attention: “What?”
Daemon: “I said you look ugly at every angle.”
Daemon : Y/N is playing hard to get.
Daemon : Little do they know, I’m a master at playing hard to get rid of.
Daemon *screeching*: YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME!
Y/N: wh-
Daemon: YOU’RE ESSENTIAL TO MY EXISTENCE!
Y/N:why are you screaming??
Daemon: BECAUSE I HAVE TROUBLE EXPRESSING MYSELF! IT HELPS TO YELL SENTIMENTAL THINGS IN AN AGRESSIVE TONE!
Y/N: I-
Daemon: I FUCKING LOVE YOU!
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