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hi! your jon snow headcanon is fantastic! you could make an imagine of aemond targaryen, where he and targaryen!reader (who is daughter of viserys and alicent too) take a ride on their dragons and the reader rides VERMITHOR! in honor of your name. after taking a flight, they arrive on an island or something where they spend their time, lots of fluff and kissing! thank you. 💝💝

dragon moon. | aemond targaryen

❝ pairing: aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader.

❝ summary: aemond was never a lonely child, since he was always with his sister, the princess y/n targaryen, the second daughter of the second marriage of king viserys. since then, they have always been in love, that is why, on every full moon, they get together on trips on their dragons to show their love.

❝ warning: targcest, aemond being sweetbread with his lover, wild kisses and aemond's hands going elsewhere, vermithor is in love with vhagar, just two teenagers in love, a possibly mistranslated valyrian.

❝ note: this is my first request about aemond and i'm very excited! i want you to leave me your opinions on how i write, constructive criticism is always welcomed, especially if it is respectful. i hope you like it!

THE COLD night wind entered through your window, lifting the dress from your legs, getting you to wake up. you huffed in annoyance, sitting up quickly on the bed and rushing to slam the window shut.

you stood at the window, rubbed your eyes and looked at the stars that adorned the sky of king's landing. the stars seemed to throb when you looked at them, the wind that crashed against your window seemed to go slower and more delicate in your presence. and the moon, the beautiful bright full moon, seemed to grow brighter and brighter before your eyes.

until, before your very eyes, a shadow extinguished it for a moment, accompanied by a dragon's roar, "that dragon ate the moon" you thought, but it was physically impossible. vhagar crossed your field of vision, blocking the moon with her massive body.

you knew that your brother, aemond, rode vhagar on bright moonlit nights around the king's landing with the purpose of waiting for you, he did not dare to invite you, but he expected you.

so, without wasting any more time, you took a coat warm enough to fly on the back of your dragon and you left through the secret door of your room, which, for your convenience, it led directly to the dragon pit, where vermithor, the dragon you rode, was waiting for you.

your feet crunched under the dirt of the pit, you took the burning torch that was on the wall and made your way to vermithor. it was an easy dragon to tame from the stories your father had told you, you always wanted to tame an adult dragon, and vermithor had been gentle with you.

you had approached, with only seven years but great courage, to the place where the dragon waited. and when he saw you, he didn't roar or spit fire at you, he offered you his head to caress.

ever since, you knew vermithor was as much yours as king jaehaerys's. you had a special bond and everyone knew it, they knew it from the day they saw you flying king's landing on the back of a large hermit dragon.

while you remembered how you tamed your dragon, your path was over. you left the torch on the ground and approached in search of your dragon.

"skoriot issi ao, vermithor?" you called your dragon out of the darkness. you listened to his warm breath, until, peeking out of the dark pit, his nose approached your face. scaring you, but you knew that what he was looking for was simple affection. "nyke kesīr, dona zaldrīzes" you said between laughs, caressing and kissing vermithor's nose.

vermithor closed his fiery eyes at your touch, moving closer to you, rubbing his head against yours. "jikagon de ivestragī syt nykeā kipagon rūsīr vhagar" you said bluntly, moving away from him as he followed you from behind.

when you could see the moonlight on your face, you were already mounted on vermithor, who, after your order, ran until he took the impulse and rose into the air.

the wind moved your long white hair, you closed your eyes at the sensation of the cold hitting your face and you were grateful for having brought a coat with you. vermithor was not fast like the young dragons, but for you, his flight was just perfect. its bronze wings shimmered in the light, and you found their contrast fascinating.

"issa zaldrīzes" you listened to your side, you opened your eyes to meet aemond on vhagar, who seemed more excited than usual to be next to vermithor. you smiled at him, trying to get as close to him as possible, "issa jorrāelagon" you said and you could see how his eye became small when he smiled at you.

aemond felt complete with you, you were the woman he always loved, you were everything he was missing and, although he suffered a lot from not having a dragon, he had you, and that made him love you more.

you were with him when the velaryon boys gave him a pig and you defended him from aegon, you were with him when he took vhagar and when he lost his eye.

aemond not only lost his eye for a dragon, he lost it because you. when all the children rushed to hit him, you tried to defend him, but jacaerys prevented it, throwing you away from aemond and causing you to hit your head on the ground. that was enough for aemond.

and now, while vhagar and vermithor pass each other in the skies, he doesn't mind having only one eye, because he has you.

he has your laugh when you see vermithor trying to beat vhagar, he has you saying "my love" every day, afternoon and night, he has you loving him, and for him, it is enough.

after a long race, where according to the criteria of the two, each dragon had won, you arrived at the island where you always stopped, where you had shown your love more than once.

and it's not that you couldn't in the castle, of course you did, after all, aemond always told his mother that you would be his wife. but you enjoyed the moments alone, where no one could disturb you.

you let vermithor land on the ground, and when he stabilized, you got off his back, you saw the largest dragon in the world land a little ahead of you, but still, vhagar seemed unwilling to keep his distance from vermithor. as you approached its rider, who was down to earth, you caressed your dragon's long neck until you reached its nose, where you left a kiss.

"sȳz trabajo rūs" you said, leaving one last kiss on his nose. you turned completely away from him and walked towards aemond, who was making his way towards you as well.

"she is so beautiful" he thought, seeing how behind you, vermithor raised his wings towards the sky, and the cold wind behind him only clarified that the dragons would take a walk by themselves. when you were close, he wasted no time wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling you so close that your chest hit his.

you laughed, but you put your arms around his neck and brushed his hair. you smiled at him, giving aemond a closer look at your smile and how your purple eyes grew small. he loved everything about you.

"you're beautiful" he said in a sigh, gently squeezing your waist, you smiled, bringing your nose close enough for them to caress "i love you, aemond" you said, placing your hands on his neck and bringing it closer to your lips.

"i love you too, y/n" he said, clasping his arms tightly behind your back and finally connecting his lips with yours. his lips were perfectly set, something that drove aemond crazy, your soft and cold lips made him more and more tense and how they moved fiercely against his made him lose control. whenever you kissed it was a battle, a battle between dragons and control.

your legs lost their stability when aemond began to pass one of his hands over your back, caressing it from top to bottom and leaving small squeezes against your waist. but god, his other hand was on your ass and he wasn't just rubbing it, he was squeezing it hard. he wanted you.

you did not know when, but you were on the ground and aemond on you. desperate to rip your clothes off when his hands rushed to take your coat off. but not even the heat that he made you feel, you could forget the cold.

"aemond" you said, peeling your lips against his and pushing your hands against his chest. his eye scans you, thinking of possible harm. "did i hurt you?" he asked and you denied with a smile "so what's wrong, my love?" his hand reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

you breathed heavily, needing the air that kiss had taken from you. "it's too cold to do it here, my prince" he smiled and nodded, understanding your reason but not giving up "i can try to keep you warm" his hand found its place between your thighs, but even though you wanted it, you couldn't.

"we are immune to fire, not cold" you said, kissing his nose and sitting down. aemond got off of you and sat down, but he took you with him until he had you on his lap, his forehead found yours, closing his eye to your breath.

"we can continue later" you said and he nodded, took the coat he had taken from you and put it on your shoulders, wrapped his arms around you and rested your head on his neck.

"if my wife wants to continue later, that's how it will be"

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r-rizzo · 11 months

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dad jon snow headcanon with a targaryen!reader? i love that we have a new got writer and hotd! ♡

father's love. | jon snow

❝ pairing: jon snow x targaryen!reader.

❝ summary: what would jon snow be like having children with you, his beautiful dragon wife.

❝ warning: mentions of sex and innuendo, worried and scared jon.

❝ note: i really love the orders with targaryen!reader, thank you very much for leaving your request, i hope you leave one again and you like this. first post! ♡

★, when you tell jon that you're pregnant.

at first you had your doubts, you didn't know if it was just a delay or you were with a child.

but when you decided to approach your dragon and this approached, sniffed and caressed your belly, everything became clear to you.

you were with a child.

you had talked to him before about the children, his children. jon was insecure, he didn't want them to do to his child the same thing they did to him.

but you always assured him that his children would also be targaryens, they carried the blood of the dragon and the wolves, son of the king of the north.

jon smiled and took you by the waist, kissing you and affirming that having three children with you would be a blessing from the gods.

so at night, when you were already taking off your clothes to sleep, you feel familiar hands undoing the strings of your dress while leaving kisses on your neck, you know that it is now when you should tell him.

"jon" you called him, and you felt how his inner wolf wanted to come out. you only called him that in two situations, when you were angry or when you wanted to have sex.

"yes, my beautiful wife?" he asked with his thickest voice, knowing what he provoked in you, you laughed at how his breath crashed into your neck and his cold hands went into your bare back.

"we can't do this right now, my love" you tell him as you turn around and place your hands on his neck, massaging it. a small smile appears on your lips when you see his confused face.

"i did something wrong?" he asked and you laugh, shaking your head and watching your husband's eyes widen at his smile, admiring your beautiful purple eyes. "nothing wrong, sweet husband. it's just not appropriate when i'm with a baby" you finally said.

you watch as he opens his mouth to say something but closes it immediately, the information reaching his brain slowly. his hands become lighter on your waist and his eyes become even smaller and watery.

"are you sure?" he asks with a voice that shakes, but his hands travel smoothly to your still flat stomach. "i didn't believe it until rhaegon proved it to me, i trust my dragon's judgment" you answered him and smiled, jon wasted no time in gently cupping your face and kissing you, his hands now caressing your stomach.

"i'm the happiest man in westeros, we're going to have a little pup" he says and smiles at you, showing you his beautiful silver pearls. "he'll be a dragon" you tell him, but jon shakes his head, taking now by the waist and sitting on the bed.

he crouches before you and brings his face close to your stomach, kissing him "you're a wolf, aren't you? you make me the happiest man in the world, my little pup" you smile caressing his curls, letting him call your baby a puppy.

★, when your puppy is growing up.

jon loves to see how his puppy grows inside you every day and considers that seeing you in this condition is his greatest adoration.

shamelessly caress your belly or look at it affectionately when he doesn't have much time for you and his son.

but he's always watching you, he knows you're a fighter, but you carry his son inside, and now you're more vulnerable. he would kill whoever touched a single hair on you.

when he has all his time or puts his duties aside to pamper his wife and son, he can't stop adore you.

"you are beautiful" "our wolf grows healthy and strong thanks to you" "my beautiful wife" "i hope he has your dragon eyes" things like that are whispered in your ear while he caresses your belly and kisses your neck.

jon denies it sometimes, but he would love it if his son had your eyes and his dark hair.

but sometimes it scares him too, the thought of his son being called a bastard makes his blood boil. he can take it, but when it comes to his son, never.

he already has people under his eye who dared to call his son a bastard.

he also thinks about the names, he knows that he wants to name it ned or robb, you suggest combining it with a valyrian name. he likes them but ned and robb are always his first choices.

if it's a girl, he would like you to choose the name, he loves valyrian female names.

you have always loved your mother's name, rhaella, and he would like his daughter to be named after the woman who gave him the love of his life.

he is not very interested if it is a girl or a boy, it is his and he will love it, with his being.

jon tries to always be easy on you when he's stressed, he never blows up on you. he already knows how your emotions are and knows that making you cry is his worst sin.

so, when some assembly goes wrong and some lord insults him for not responding to his request, he just enters his chambers and sits behind you, feeling how his wolf kicks in response to his touch and smiling on your neck. he loves that feeling too much.

it also comforts you when something stresses you out or makes you cry.

like your impossibility of being able to give a dragon egg to your son.

you've always dreamed of being able to see your child grow up with a dragon, but thanks to the disappearance of dragons and the fact that both your dragon and your younger sister's dragon, daenerys, are male, it prevents you from fulfilling that wish.

what makes you cry frequently.

and jon is there to comfort you.

"then he will have a direwolf, my love. don't worry, i'm sure that rhaegon will let our son ride him one day" he says and makes you feel good.

when he sees you standing, looking out the window, he always stands behind you and puts his hands under your belly, lifting it up to give you a rest. you love when he does that, it makes you overflow with love for him.

"i love when you let my poor back rest" you say as you sigh and rest your head on your shoulder, jon chuckles and lets your huge belly droop again. "jon!" you moan angrily and he lifts your belly again.

he only plays, but loves to give you breaks and massages, especially on your feet.

he is always protecting you, especially when it is time to sleep.

he has nightmares about how while he sleeps next to you, someone walks into the room and hurts you. you and his little wolf.

he couldn't take the blame.

that is why, when you sleep, he is always the one closest to the door. his chest against yours while one of your legs is on his hip, or your back against his chest while his hands cup your tummy.

he would rather something happen to him than to you, his loving wife and mother of his child.

★, when the time of birth comes.

the last time you approached the maester, he told you that the arrival of the heir to the north would come soon.

you and jon were looking forward to your son. the heir to the north and the iron throne.

jon was sitting in the weirwood tree one morning, thinking more deeply about the birth.

and if you died? or did they make him choose between you and his son?

he couldn't.

he couldn't allow someone to mercilessly cut you open and murder you. not in front of him.

so he asked, begged to the gods for your life and for his son.

"please give my son an easy birth, no pain for my wife, don't take her away, always leave her with me. i ask you to take care of my beautiful wife and my son. i lost her once and i don't plan to lose her again."

and when he finished asking for you and his son, a wind raised his curls, relaxing him immediately.

he knew that the gods had heard him.

his peace was interrupted by your servant, who ran towards him with sweat on her forehead and blood on her dress and hands.

"the queen is giving birth" he said in a rush, jon getting up quickly from the log. "is she in our room?" he asked and the maid nodded, he didn't even let her answer when he started to run to his wife.

the closer he was to the room, the more his heart beat, he was scared. he was scared for you. he loved you so much that the idea of your death only brings his as a consequence.

when he enter the room, he was already crying.

"jon" you said when you saw him come in, you were pacing around the room, trying to ease the contractions, your water had already broken, it was only a little more to start labor.

he came up to you and kissed you on the forehead, he walked with you by the hand until the time will come.

he knew his child was coming when you had to lean on him in pain. with the help of the midwives, he lifted you onto the bed and sat behind you, leaving your back with his chest while the midwives made you push.

it was the easiest birth he had ever witnessed, it was only three pushes and his baby came out.

his son began to cry and his eyes filled with tears, he watched as the midwives lightly cleaned him. "he's a boy, your grace. healthy and strong, like a wolf" said one of them, putting your son in your arms.

"ned" you whispered, caressing his cheek with your finger, which was almost the size of his face. "he's small" jon said and you laughed "my little wolf" Jon took your hand in his, reaching both hands towards ned.

ned's eyes widened at his parents' touch, jon didn't expect his eyes to be unique to a targaryen. purple eyes and perfectly black hair, small curlers were already visible.

"he's beautiful, just like his mother," he said, kissing the side of your head many times. "thank you" he said "why?" you asked, turning to look at him as jon took your hand and kissed your palm "for giving me a family."

★, what jon would be like with his son.

at first, he was afraid to touch him, that it would break.

but after his son took his finger in his little hand, he couldn't stop carrying it. he loved his little son ned and his wife.

jon walks ned through the gardens every day or takes him on horseback, he wants him to adapt to the environment that is winterfell.

but you always fill him with clothes that jon sometimes thinks his son even sees what's going on around him.

he introduced him to everyone a few days after his birth, naming him "ned, heir of the north"

you and he agreed that he should sleep with you, there are people who would harm their little son at the cost of everything.

so jon usually sleeps shirtless because he knows his son loves physical contact, he lays it on his chest while he strokes his head.

he loves to see how you fill his hungry son, and sometimes finds it funny how he takes so desperately from your breast.

"he's like his father" he says as he looks over your shoulder as his son desperately eats.

he protects his son with his very life, be it from people or words. he will not let his child be harmed or insulted.

jon is a great warrior with a sword, he knows how to use it with great agility, so he just lets his son ned watch him fight.

thanks to this, when ned was older, you found him several times imitating his father, leading him to be a better sword wielder than him.

he loves his family more than anything in the world, and having children with you is the best thing he has.

so, very soon, you will have a child in your belly again.

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