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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

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🌿ESTP 🍁Slytherin 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Leo Sun, Gemini Moon, Saggitarius Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ When you first met Aemond, you were intimidated. No matter how self-assured you are, Aemond has this ability to make anyone feel unsettled.

⭑ He knows that he would be a better King than Aegon. He has the knowledge, the skills, the drive, to make Westeros better.

⭑But the conflict with the Blacks meant that the Greens needed better forces, more alliance and enforced strength.

⭑ That’s when Alicent wed Aemond to you, the first daughter of the Stark line.

⭑ You traveled to King’s Landing with your father, with your brother lording over Winterfell.

⭑ Your direwolf, Ilta, with eyes as black as coal, came with you. She was the biggest of the litter, which was surprising since she was tiny when you claimed her.

⭑ You felt safe enough. Until you were in front of Queen Alicent, her lips pursed and frame tight.

⭑ “We don’t normally have animals inside the castle walls.” She said simply, although her tone was light and friendly.

⭑ You saw right through it.

⭑ Growing up as a Stark, everyone spoke with honesty and openly.

⭑ Being forthright was embedded in your bones.

⭑ It was a big deal to be summoned by the Queen, especially in the throne room. Aegon was nowhere to be seen, and in actuality, you hadn’t seen him since arriving a week ago.

⭑ Haelena was staring at the ceiling. The interactions with her were ... well, they were great. Although she was airy, you were confused at times by her words. You always gave her your full attention and replied without judgment.

⭑ Aemond stood nearby. His shoulders square and set. Your future husband.

⭑ “If you do not wish for Illta to be inside, say so, my Queen.”

⭑ From that moment, Aemond thought of you with more respect. There weren’t many people who would be so straightforward with royalty.

⭑ His reluctance to marry ebbed with more interactions.

⭑ The more he got to know you, the more he ... looked forward to the marriage.

⭑ His heart still had Haelena in it. But no one could know that. And he feared it would never go away.

⭑ You were ready to do your duty. No matter the cost. Although you wished to choose your own suitor. You knew that marrying a king’s brother was important. More than important. It was nearly as valuable as marrying a king.

⭑ Aemond didn’t have any expectations of you. He thought that he would meet a dumb, unkept woman, who could barely form a sentence. (They had a lot of prejudices against Starks.)

⭑ But you put him in his place, more often than not.

⭑ He thinks that your bond with Illta is impressive. Although a direwolf is no dragon, there’s a positive to have a creature that can be beside you. It’s like having a bodyguard who knows no mercy.

⭑ Alicent had reservations when she finally met you. She wanted a compliant young girl who needed advice and guidance. But what she got was the opposite.

⭑ But what did she expect? You’re a Stark woman.

Theme Song:

‘You Should See Me In A Crown’ by Steve Horner

Relationship Tropes:

✧ Arranged Marriage

✧ Distance At First, then Mutual Yearning, Turning Into Sexual Frustration

✧ Tough On The Outside, Soft On The Inside (Aemond) x The Top (You)

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Aemond is a bit hesitant at first. His experiences with sex haven’t been positive. Ever since Aegon made him ‘become a man’ at the age of thirteen, he hasn’t found sex as a desirable thing.

⭑ Since that time at thirteen, he’s felt repulsed by sex. By the thought of naked bodies moving against each other, the sweat and vulnerability of it.

⭑ His feelings aren’t fleeting enough to have one-night stands, to find a person to fuck for a night then forget about.

⭑ So your first time together was your wedding night.

⭑ And he was comfortable enough with you. But the sex ... confusing. He didn’t seem to want to and you didn’t push him.

⭑ But something changed. You felt it in their air.

⭑ You kissed. And at first it was just lips touching lips, but it grew. Tongues felt around each other’s mouths and hands began to roam.

⭑ There was heat, so much goddamn heat. And his clothes seemed to be in the way. And then you were both naked.

⭑ His thick, long cock thrusted deep inside you. His strong arms encased you to the bed. White hair curtained you as he moaned into your mouth.

⭑ Aemond loves your tits. He definitely has a Mummy kink - and enjoys sucking on your nipples.

⭑ The more you become comfortable with each other, the more you branch out and experiment.

⭑ Having minimal sexual experience would be a sore-spot for Aemond. He has tried all his life to be the perfect son, the perfect student, the perfect knight. He wants to be the best. He has educated himself on every aspect that a king should.

⭑ But he didn’t learn about sex. Not properly. Not safely. And that damaged him. It made him feel less than because he didn’t have escapades.

⭑ But you assure him that that doesn’t make him any less than anyone else.

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Rhaenicent // Pirate & Mermaid AU

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softsan · 2 years

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Eyes On Fire. (Pt. 1)

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen & Fem!Reader

CHAPTERS: | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |

WORD COUNT: 3146

GENRE: Alternatively Universes/Canon Divergence, Alternative Ending, The Greens Win, Loosely based on the books/show, Made up House,

DESCRIPTION: After the Greens win the Dance of The Dragons, you a left alone navigating the dangers and woes of Kings Landing. You were one of the last survivors of House Vermillion with the expectation to restore your House to its former glory. Pressured to find yourself a husband, you unintentionally catch the eye of the dangerously, one-eye kingslayer—how will you ever survive amidst those who kill, those who take, and those who wish to eat you alive? Can also be read on AO3 here.

WARNINGS: Bodily Injury, Death, Graphic violence, Suspicion, Attempted murder, Murder, Poisoning, Possessive themes, Aemond in general

OPTIONAL PLAYLIST: Royalty by Egzod & Maestro Chives, Middle of the Night by Joel Sunny (cover), Down (feat. Trella) by Simon

You’d do your duty as always. No matter the circumstance, no matter how the tides changed. You were the dutiful daughter of House Vermillion, the red hibiscus—petals bright and blushing, with the palest of white throats. Venom, Bane, and Frenzy were your House words. Not the most eloquent of sentences but it summed up the ferocity of your House. Small in stature and territory, but always an admirable opponent.

You bowed graciously, your beautifully hand-threaded skirt brushing the tiles of the Red Keep. You proudly displayed your house colors, the orangey-red, and a white-like silver complementing your most distinguished trait—your eyes. You and all Vermillion children possessed a pair of crimson eyes. Eyes that unnerved everyone outside of your House for how otherworldly they appeared to be.

You kept your breath steady, your sight grounded to the Lord’s feet as he inspected the ladies one by one. You had been brought to Kings Landing as a hostage during the war. Locked in a degree of comfort on the uppermost floors of the dungeons. Your father, uncles, and cousins had answered the call of the Blacks to fight the Great war they now quipped as the Dance of Dragons. They had fought fiercely to their bitter ends, leaving no male heir to House Vermillion’s Island Throne.

The Greens came out of the war victorious and overnight you unexpectedly found yourself, head of your House, a position you had never foreseen for yourself. You were to represent House Vermillion during the ceremony where all the great Houses were to re-pledge their loyalties to the crown—or face the abolishment of your House altogether.

The woman beside you nervously played with the hem of her sleeve, the bottom fraying at the edges. You like most of the other ladies lined up were not keen to be chosen. After all, but days ago you were all daughters of traitors, and despite the fact that King Aegon had pardoned your Houses, the stink of your House’s past treacheries remained.

You doubted anyone lined up here would be treated kindly. Especially if you were assigned the task of serving under the Targaryen family.

“You in the gown in redden silk,” The Lord called.

You offered a smile of puffery, lifting your gaze to meet his stony face.

“You will be serving under Princess Jaehaera,”

You curtsied in response, “It will be my honor to faithfully serve under House Targaryen.”

Princess Jaehaera was a girl of one and ten, described as sweet and simple. The maids had advised you she’d be painless to handle, quiet with few words to offer. But it wasn’t Jaehaera that gave you worry it was her Queen mother Helena and by extension to the Dowager Queen Alicent. Princess Jaehaera wouldn’t know your family’s standing, nor would she know their past treacheries but her mother and grandmother would.

“Let us break fast,” You swept the curtains of Jaehaera’s chambers open, a beautiful morning light flooding the room.

Jaehaera gave a soft grumble, stirring slowly awake.

“Come on now,” You encourage, searching for the hairbrush you remembered you’d placed by her vanity the night prior, “Your Queen mother expects you to be dressed and fed before your lessons.”

The Dowager Queen Alicent had specifically brought in Artisans that specialized in embroidery from Dorne. She wanted her only granddaughter to fashion a handkerchief to gift to her unknown betrothed, which was to be revealed during the Targaryen’s first hosted ball since the war had ended.

Princess Jaehaera slid her back off her mattress, her silver hair knotted at its ends. You knelt down, the ivory brush in one hand whilst you used the other to tuck away the silver strands that obscured her face.

“I’m terrible with the needle,” Jaehaera quietly confessed to you.

You hummed, aware of so. You could read from Jaehaera’s body language that she found her embroidery lessons to be a painstaking bore.

“It’s not a bad skill to possess,” You brushed the last off her knots, reaching for some red ribbon to decorate her hair.

Jaehaera’s face remained glum.

“How about after your lessons I’ll take you to visit the gardens,” You began to braid, weaving the red ribbon throughout, “We can search for some of those jewel-colored Beatles,” You whispered, knowing exactly how to entice the young girl.

“Truly?” Jaehaera’s eyes lit up.

“Yes, but first you must wash” You stood straight, “Servants!” You instructed, “Fetch a pail of the Princess.“

A flurry of servants heeded your request. You stopped one whilst heading towards the door “Dress her something green,” You kept your voice low, motioning towards the vibrant green gown you’d acquired along with the oval-cut emerald necklace that was draped over one the chests beside her vanity.

You had hoped your efforts would be appreciated by the Hightowers. It was your duty to do all you could to keep House Vermillion alive, even if it meant denouncing your father and uncle for their support of The Blacks. House Vermillion was in a fragile state, your wealth had dramatically declined, your remaining lands were at risk of being swallowed up by the crown and your people were restless with you as their head of house.

The servant nodded, “I’ll have someone escort her to the dining hall.”

“Make sure you don’t keep her majesty waiting.” You made your exit.

Your Aunt who had stepped in as regent during your absence and had advised you by raven to marry quickly. Your House needed alliances, it needed new wealth, and most importantly it needed heirs… But finding a husband that suited you was easier said than done.

“Lady Y/N is it?” A voice startled you.

You paused your velvet slippers, turning aback. Ser Cristion Cole approached, his armor glimmering in the light that filtered through the corridors. He was undeniably handsome, his white cloak immaculate without a stain of dirt.

You had heard whispers Ser Cole had once fancied the Princess Rhaenyra and had asked her to forget her crown, run away and marry him instead. Her refusal sent him on a downward spiral of retaliation and revenge. You examined his face, finding the rumors hard to believe. He had been re-instated as Dowager Queen’s Alicent’s sworn shield, having been removed from the hand of the king.

“Indeed, I am,” You’d tread carefully, politely lifting your skirts as you bowed. If what they had said was indeed true, he was not a man you wanted to familiarize yourself with, “Do excuse my rudeness Ser Cole the preparations in the dining hall have yet to be attended to, and do not wish to keep her majesty waiting.”

You passed him with haste, noting a glimpse of a shadowy figure lurking in the depths of your peripheral vision. Was it the hair of sliver you saw? Eye if violet?

You shook your head, you must have been growing paranoid.

You came forth with a plate with Princess Jaehaera’s favorite honey cakes. You held back the long sleeve of your sage green dress, placing the plate down on the cloth that covered the table.

You had assembled cakes, the likes of Honey, Blackberry, Oat, and Cream. You had chosen the cakes according to the Targaryen’s preferences. Jaehaera adored the taste of honey, Jaehaerys had a liking for Blackberries, their mother Helena preferred the lesser sweet option of Oat, while Maelor was still a toddler and would happily enjoy the taste of cream. You, however, hadn’t counted for the presence of another, certainly not the king’s brother—Prince Aemond ‘One-Eye’ Targaryen.

You kept your expression neutral. Prior you had only seen the formidable Prince from afar. He had a head of long silver locks that draped downs his shoulders, his face was unearthly, striking, and sharp, it was as if the gods had carved him out of stone itself. His sinister violet pupil was trained on your every move. Your cheeks unintentionally flushed; you suddenly felt naked under his heated gaze.

The subtle bodily reaction his look had given you brought him satisfaction. Amused, he awaited until you passed his spot at the table. He then, caught the long sleeve off your silken gown, his thumb brushing the red and black hibiscus threaded into your dress. The flower was embroidered in his house colors, not yours.

“You bring cakes for everyone but none for myself?” There was a hint of something in his voice you couldn’t quite decipher.

You offered your dearest apologizes, “Had I known your grace to be attending, I would have surely supplied some for you,”

Aemond tilted his head, “Some of what?” He challenged, pointing to the likes of the blackberry and honey cakes.

You bit the inside of your cheek. You hadn’t been around Prince Aemond enough to observe his preferences. How could you possibly surmise which cake he craved, what excited his taste?

“Which cake would you bring to me?” He pressed, ignoring when his sister Helena tried to provide you with a change of conversation.

“A Winter Cake,” You finally answered, it wasn’t a type of cake baked in Westeros. It was local to the Norvos, one of the Free Cities Eastward. You thought it safe to pick since it was unlikely Prince Aemond could deny disliking a cake he had never tasted.

You waited for his dismissal, unprepared for the grin that arose on his features.

“Then I demand a Winter Cake from you the next time we meet.”

Your hands were stained with charcoal, your back leaned against a tree. You had been subconsciously tracing the outline of Prince Aermond’s face on your piece of parchment. His face was truly unlike anything other you’d seen before. His angular jaw, his pink lips, and even the pronounced scar that crossed beneath his eyepatch had a beauty of its own. They had said Targaryens were closer to gods than men and judging by their looks than perhaps that was to be true.

Aemond was bold, wilful, and hot-tempered. He was a fierce swordsman and known to be unforgiving. It was best you stayed away from him. After all, you needed to focus. You needed to paint yourself as a dutiful lady, favored by the crown enough to entice a husband that would marry you and save your House. Prince Aemond with his unnerving stare…Your finger absently grazing the eye you drew— you feared, he would bring you nothing but trouble.

The sun had begun to make its descent down to the Earth, a cold chill running through the air. Your body shivered, lifting your cloak closer to your breast, “The hour is late we should retire to our chambers Princess,” You called to Jaehaera, who had been carrying an unfastened jar of insects.

“A little longer,” She pled, her eyes spotting a spotted moth flying past.

"Only a little,” You Affirmed, “Otherwise, you are bound to catch a cold.”

Clinking could be heard in the background, the sound of metal hitting against metal. You raised your head higher spying Prince Jaehaerys sparring with a knight. You found it odd, they were practicing in the gardens rather than in the courtyards. You narrowed your eyes, Prince Jaehaerys usually trained with the same handful of knights. This knight, however, was different. You studied his armor, the small indented crest welded into the iron.

“House Lansdale,” You quietly bespoke to yourself, “ Harold, Nephew of Ser Loreth Lansdale,”

Your face hardened, the chill you felt now was a lot stronger. Ser Loreth Lansdale had been apart of Rhaenyra’s Queensguard, faithful until his death in her defense. House Lansdale had sworn their allegiance to The Blacks and refused to honor the new order under king Aegon. Your brow furrowed, this would not end well.

Aemond Targaryen had felt the wear of court life. The fatigue of listening to Lord after Lord whine, protest, and complain about their little matters and self-serving affairs. He much prefer the time of war, at least then he could ride daily on dragon back and burn down cities as he pleased.

His now existence was monotone, void of color. He yearned for something or someone that lit his fire, that could spike his interest. He’d had thought he’d have to wait until the ball in a month’s time so he could have some fun. Yet, this time to his benefit he was mistaken.

Aemond leant over the low-hanging balcony that stared over the gardens, his elbow resting upon the stone fixture while his hand lay in his palm. The cool wind blew his sliver locks ahead while his predatory gaze fixated on you.

You appeared to be the perfect lady, kind, and well-mannered. You knew how to entertain his niece Jaehaera and charm his Queen Sister Helena. You went out of your way to garner favor from his House by spoiling Jaehaera with gifts, honoring his mother’s Hightower colors, and even embroidering Targaryen-colored hibiscus’ on the sleeves of your dresses. He admired your commitment, but what he admired, even more, was how you studied and used those around you to further your cause.

It was unquestionable that you were trying to rebuild your house. Put in a good word when you could for your Aunt, appeal to the other Lord’s sensibilities to send food and livestock to the small island House Vermillion called home. You were tactful, underneath your sweet façade.

He watched you place down the roll of parchment, carelessly wiping your charcoal-stained hands on your skirts. You ushered Princess Jaehaera to run off to greet Lady Barom who would most likely be by the pond, dismissing the Princess’ protest, letting her know that you’d be with her in a moment.

It wasn’t until Princess Jaehaera was out of site, did you turn your focus onto his nephew who was sparring with a knight. You lurked behind a tree, using it as cover as you observed the two of them.

Aemond was beyond engrossed with the scene at hand, silently scaling down the balcony until his feet met a fresh patch of grass. He felt his sheathed Valyrian steel sword against his hip, his hand naturally finding its place upon its handle.

Aemond strayed closer, as did you. It wasn’t until he was only a few paces away did he notice he didn’t recognize the knight sparring with his nephew. In fact, his nephew shouldn’t have been sparring in the gardens altogether. Aemond’s hold on his handle tightened.

You surveyed the knight and Prince Jaehaerys just as closely. Prince Jaehaerys had been innocently smiling as he twirled, leaving an opening where his back faced the knight. The knight immediately took advantage resting the sword against Prince Jaehaerys neck. Prince Jaehaerys dropped his sword in defeat, expecting the knight to lower his too but he didn’t. Ser Harold Lansdale continued to press the blade against the young boy’s neck, scoring blood.

“Ser Harold Lansdale!” You exclaimed emerging from behind a tree, this distraction was enough to get Ser Harold Lansdale to release the pressure he was placing upon the Prince’s throat.

You used your palm to knock away the sword, quickly weaseling Prince Jaehaerys out of the way.

“You shouldn’t be so rough on such a young boy,” Pretending you were ignorant of Ser Harold Lansdale’s true intentions.

You briefly bent to peer closer at the slice the knight had inflicted on the Prince. Luckily it appeared to only have cut the surface of the skin.

“Come now Prince Jaehaerys, head inside and I’ll call for maester to clean your wound up.” Prince Jaehaerys blinked back and forth before wordlessly nodding. He followed the trees, running up the steps and out of sight.

Ser Harold Lansdale’s nostrils flared, his cheeks purple, “You protect a Hightower Prince,” He spat with venom, “Your father was loyal to the Blacks, and you repay him so.”

“He is Targaryen Prince,” You corrected, “And Ser Harold Lansdale you cannot go around slaying children.”

“They are children of my enemies,” He raised his voice, “Your enemies too.”

“Children don’t fight their father’s wars,” You dropped your usual niceties, “The war is over Ser Harold Lansdale, I advise you to restrain your anger and adapt to your circumstances.”

Your last comment seemed to set Ser Harold Lansdale off, his arms arching as he heaved his sword back into the air.

Aemond unsheathed his sword at lightning speed and was about to come barreling forward when he saw you skid back with ease, the knight’s sword landing nowhere near you. You kicked your feet off the ground, dodging his next blow. You then used your palm to hit the inside of his elbow forcing him to drop his sword. Before he had gotten the chance to bend down and retrieve it, you kicked his ankles so he lost his footing altogether. Ser Harold Lansdale tumbled, a blade you had hidden in the depth of your sleeve sliding into your grasp. You rested it against the base of this throat just as he had done so to Prince Jaehaerys, cutting the first layer of skin.

“You seem to forget yourself,” Your voice bone-chillingly cold, “I am of House Vermillion. We are not known to be easy prey.”

Aemond watched in awe, a smirk widening on his lips. He was right during his first assessment of you… you were a lot of fun.

“Kill me,” Ser Harold Lansdale demanded.

You tsked, shaking your head. The humiliation of being brought down by women may have been too much for Harold Lansdale to handle.

“And be tied to your death? That wouldn’t be too smart for my image now would it.” You pressed harder onto the blade, “I won’t kill you now,”

Aemond pouted slightly disappointed, it would have been appealing to see you kill him.

“Venom, Bane, and Frenzy” You directed into his ear, your voice awfully menacing, “The poison in this blade will kill you.”

Aemond’s smile returned.

“In approximately—” You pretended to think for a moment, “Four days I’ll say. Well, unless I give you an antidote of course.”

“Antidote?” Ser Harold Lansdale grunted.

You released your dagger, “In the next couple of days if you formally apologize to me, I’ll give you the antidote.”

“You want an apology?” Ser Harold Lansdale barked.

“A financial apology would be most welcomed. I’m thinking two thousand coins, or maybe three thousand would be more suitable.”

“You bitch!”

You ignored his further vulgarity, his cusses repetitive and unoriginal.

“Remember, you have but four days.” You hid the blade back in the sleeve of your dress, turning to walk up the stairs to find Prince Jaehaerys.

Once you were gone, Aemond stepped out from the shadows. Ser Harold Lansdale who had struggled to lift his weight on his injured ankle, froze his eyes widening with a newfound horror.

“I’d say you have less than four days,” Aemond lifted his sword, slicing it clean through.

MONICA’S NOTE: Hello! Thanks for reading my first instalment. I’ve decided to repost this again as it isn’t showing up in any tags and tumblr support is not being helpful at all. I hoping this issues with tags is resolved soon.

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moonshine999 · 25 days

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“A true queen counts the cost to her people”

#rhaenyra x alicent #rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #team green #house of the dragon aesthetic #rhaenicent moodboards

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parkbutterfly · 27 days

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hananokishi · 1 month

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but he doesn’t seem like a bad guy coochie coochie

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon aesthetic #hotd aegon #hotd #hotd season 2 #aegon the second #aegon ii targaryen #king aegon #tom glynn carney

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selcouthaesthetics · 2 years

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Dreams didn't make us kings. Dragons did.

Daemon Targaryen aesthetic

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virgpoet · 1 month

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"I love you, Alicent, but..."

"But you can't be with me, I understand Rhaenyra"

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peachy-ash · 1 year

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𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 - rhaenyra targaryen

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon icon #house of the dragon icons #house of the dragon aesthetic #rhaenyra targaryen icons #rhaenyra targaryen icon #rhaenyra targaryen aesthetic #milly alcock #milly alcock icons #milly alcock icon #milly alcock aesthetic

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He's so... cozy

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd aesthetic #house of the dragon aesthetic #tom glynn carney aesthetic #aegon targaryen icon #aegon targaryen aesthetic #aegon ii targaryen #hotd aegon #aegon x reader #aegon wallpaper #tom glynn carney icon #tom glynn carney

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thercgrettes · 4 months

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modern! alicent hightower

#alicent hightower aesthetic #alicent hightower moodboard #alicent hightower #house of the dragon moodboard #house of the dragon aesthetic #house of the dragon #game of thrones moodboard #game of thrones aesthetic #game of thrones #hotd #hotd aesthetic #hotd moodboard #thercgrettes moodboards #thercgrettes

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

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・Cannibal is known as the omen of death. The bringing of destruction. He could not be tamed, as his hunger for other dragons was too strong. Anyway who tried to ride him was killed, either by his dragon fire or by his ferocious nature.

・You were just a dragon seed. A bastard. A low-born human who felt like no one would ever care about you. You had no purpose. You felt lost in life.

・But something told you not to lose hope. Just one more day.

・The world had hardened your heart. Although you still had one, it felt like there was a shell around it. A protective barrier that kept you safe

・It’s known that a dragon rider will bond with a dragon that has similar qualities to them. Like Balerion and Aegon, both had a commanding presence. Visenya and Vhagar, they were both vicious opponents. Rhaenys and Meraxes, were both adventurous dreamers.

・So it can be said that your nature has ... common traits with the wild Cannibal.

・He had gotten his name because of his feeding habits. He didn’t hunt specifically for dragons. But if the opportunity was there, he would take it

・Now you know that that isn’t a similarity you share with the Cannibal - you don’t eat dragon ... or ... human.

・So how could this beast of a dragon be yours?

・You found out the day you were summoned to the King. Or rather, the Queen, as she now presided over all that of the King’s duties.

・You had no idea why you had been summoned - you weren’t of noble blood, you weren’t even a servant, just a common townsperson.

・But the Queen had requested you by name, and that was terrifying ... well, not for you. For her.

・Cannibal and yourself had grown a reputation of sorts.

・One of death and destruction.

・You hadn’t meant to create it like that, but the world had wronged you and you wanted revenge.

・Maybe it was that fire, that aggression and rage that connected you and Cannibal.

・Or maybe you two felt like the only beings who weren’t meant to be born

・That your very existence was a mistake

・That you were meant for another world, or another time

・When Queen Alicent had beckoned for you at court, you flew Cannibal into the training grounds and climbed off his back.

・You looked at each other and he let out a puff of black smoke. A promise of fire.

・In the Throne Room Alicent stood in front of the Iron Throne. Her back was incredibly straight. Like a metal rod was making her so.

・ “My Queen,” you bowed low, your arms opening in such a dramatic sweep that it was obvious you were mocking the custom.

・And you had the power to. Because Cannibal was right outside, and he would burn this city to the ground if he knew a hand was laid on you.

・ “Mmm,” her upper lip stiffened and you could see her distaste. It was lovely.

・ “Why am I here, your grace?” you folded your arms behind your back and stood on one leg. Your body radiating what a waste of your time this was.

・ “Yes. I have something to ask of you, and I hope you will agree.”

・She went on to tell you about her son Aemond, and that he needed help with unrest in certain parts of Westeros. Aegon was too important to go and Heleana was too soft.

・She couldn’t send armies because they needed to stay in King’s Landing because of the opposing Targaryens.

・Sunfyre, Dreamfyre, and Tessarion would stay here, while Vhagar and Cannibal left.

・She promised you rank, but you declined. Riches, and that sparked your interest. But she promised you what you desired most - pardons, for all you had done and were to do in the future.

・ It was during this ... adventure ... that you and Aemond bonded. It was tough at first. He didn’t like you, and you him.

・But saving his life a few times made him soften up.

・By the time you came back to King’s Landing, you and Aemond had fallen in love. You had been gone for nearly 2 months. And in that time, you spent nearly every day together.

・Your personalities weren’t so different. Both of you had big emotions, but you showed it more readily than he.

・Cannibal and Vhagar were weary of each other for a while. But the fierceness of Cannibal intrigued and delighted the old Vhagar.

・The relationship continued to deepen in King’s Landing. But Aemond found it difficult because of the displeasure from his mother

・Aemond was set to marry a Baratheon Princess, to strengthen the alliance. And that’s what they needed now, more people on their side than ever.

・Aemond would tell you these things, and you would shrug:

“You either have all of me or none at all.”

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢 & 𝐶𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑏𝑎𝑙: Mermaids by Hans Zimmer

𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢 & 𝐴𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑: There’s Always A Flaw by James Newton Howard

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

✧ Unhinged x Partially Hinged

✧ Forbidden Love

✧ We Pretended to Hate Each Other

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