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pink-amethyst-tarot · 6 months

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♡ Message From Your Soulmate ♡

Take what resonates and leave the rest and know that you're the one in control of your life at the end of the day. . . .

P I L E 1 - Through the Fire

Five of Pentacles, Wheel of Fortune (Reversed), Page of Cups, The High Priestess, Justice

Okay. First off, your person wants to say that you are their gift and that you are their surprise. They are so lucky to have you! (omg, I'm gonna cry!!!) Your person is saying that they know that you feel like they have abandoned you and you may have doubts about if this person even exists. They do exist. Your person is real, and they are working so hard to get to you. There have been delays in your union because you are trying to be too in control of the situation. Your person wants you to focus on your own growth and being the best version of yourself for yourself. They are going to come in so unexpectedly and it's going to feel so magical. This is not an ex. I'm serious. Let it go. I'm also getting the communication will be so good and so full of passion and romance! Your person wants you to listen to your inner voice and find the strength to be who you really are. You can look forward to learning a lot from each other. There is a balance in this relationship that you may not be used to. This person sees you as their equal. For some of you, there is a specific person who comes to mind when you read about soulmates, divine counter parts and the person that you want to spend this lifetime and every lifetime with. I want you to know that you aren't crazy. It's them. Just give them some time. Everything is going to work out and you will be together.

Extra channeled message: I love you, I love you, I love you, my sweet star. Hold on to me as tightly as I am holding on to you. Just remembering that you are out there for me, keeps me going; keeps me coming toward you.

Channeled Song: Through The Fire - Chaka Khan

Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall// For a chance to be with you// I'd gladly risk it all// Through the fire Through whatever, come what may// For a chance at loving you I'd take it all the way// Right down to the wire// Even through the fire//

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P I L E 2 - my love is mine, all mine

King of Pentacles, Temperance, The Chariot, Ten of Cups, Nine of Pentacles (Reversed), Strength

Baby, you are so safe with me. Your person is so sweet and kind! I'm getting that they are a protector and very cuddly. I am going to be so gentle and so caring with you. You will never have to worry about anything when you are with me. Even if I am not with you, consider it taken care of. I am getting that this person has always been yours. In every lifetime, they have found you and made you so damn happy. This lifetime will be no different! Every universe, every life; I will love you, deeply. I cannot wait to grow old together. This person is a very dominate type, especially when it comes to you. One who likes to take the lead... in more ways than one. (my lord...) Your soulmate sees you as their happiest ending and they want you to know that they will never truly be happy if they don't have you. Unlike the previous pile, I am getting the energy of this being someone that you may know already, maybe even someone who is currently an ex. They have changed in some way, or the stars have aligned for you two to be together again. I'm getting that this person is really successful. Like... really freakin' successful. On the outside looking in, this person seems to have it all, but they don't feel complete because they don't have you but once they do, they are never going to let you go. You are theirs. (Okay, maybe this person is a little bit possessive but not in a toxic way. Definitely set boundaries about that kind of thing.) This love is so strong, so powerful. Wow.

Extra Channeled Message: You have consumed me; mind, body and soul, you have consumed me. You make ruins of me, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I gladly give you my heart to do as you please. If all I can have of you is your destruction of my heart, I will take it. You have me.

Channeled Song - My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

My baby, here on earth// Showed me what my heart was worth// So, when it comes to be my turn// Could you shine it down here for her?

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P I L E 3 - My babe would have me

Eight of Swords, Nine of Cups, The Chariot, Seven of Wands, Knight of Pentacles

I have been through a lot when it comes to love. My heart has been broken over and over again but with you, it's different. You are a dream come true, my love. There is an energy present that is telling me that your person is going through a lot right now. It feels like a Dark Night of the Soul. They are definitely going to come out on top though. They are a fighter, and they have the upper hand in whatever they are dealing with. Part of the reason that they are doing this work is because they want to be the best for you. They want to be good enough for you. (Even though they already are!) This person is worried that they aren't good enough and that you will leave them or won't choose them! They are so sure about you though. They know that you are what they want in this world. They are working hard on a lot of parts of themselves because you are so worth it. I feel like, just like the previous pile, you may already know or be in union with this person or this may be about an ex. Like, I need you know that this person is working so hard. They are going to show, not tell you how much they have changed. Like this is a whole new person.

Extra Channeled Message: I want you to know that yes, I am working on me so that I can be better for you but it's also for me, too. It has been so hard to go through this healing, but it has been worth it, and I am glad I decided to change. I am glad that I decided to heal, and I like the person that I am now and who I am becoming. I am going to make sure we have a really good life together, my love. I refuse to make your day harder or to make you cry. You are far too precious for that. I love you to the moon and back.

Channeled Song: Work Song - Hozier

My babe would never fret none// About what my hands and my body done// If the Lord don't forgive me// I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me//

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oraclemoontarot · 2 months

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what should you love about yourself - pac tarot reading ★

from top -> 1 - 2

from bottom -> 3 - 4

for those struggling with self-love, confidence, doubt and their overall well-being, I thought I'd do a positive reading that appreciates the qualities that make you the amazing person that you are.

please note that this is a general reading and various different energies may pick your pile, so only take what resonates 💗

pile 1 - two sunflowers

cards pulled: high priestess, queen of wands, page of cups + three of cups

what should you love about yourself ౨ৎ

you should love your strong intuition and connection to your subconscious. you are someone who is strong and self-reliant. like the queen of wands, you are creative and inspiring, passionate and with strong leadership qualities - you are able to bring with you confidence and enthusiasm no matter the situation.

despite this inner strength and outward confidence, you are also able to connect with others on a more emotional and understanding level. you have a great amount of empathy for others, even more so towards those in your inner circle. you are also able to express yourself openly and honestly.

overall: with the three of cups, you place a lot of value on your friendships/relationships. you are a social butterfly who is able to bring harmony and joy to the people around you. you are supportive, kind and fun.

pile 2 - the sun

cards pulled: ten of wands, nine of swords, judgment + eight of cups

what should you love about yourself ౨ৎ

despite these sets of cards often representing struggles, in this case it emphasises not only your resilience and perseverance through challenges, but your empathy and concern for those that mean a lot to you. you may often find yourself worrying a lot for the well-being of your friends and family; it may weigh heavy on your mind at times, but that reflects your level of care and love for people. you have a deep and pure heart that is hard to find.

with judgment, you are self-aware and have grown a lot. it is as though you are constantly changing for the better - you constantly reflect on your mistakes to become the best version of you.

overall: the eight of cups shows your ability to leave behind the things that don't serve you for the betterment of your well-being. you don't let others bring you down, or life to keep you in a standstill. this takes a lot of courage, but also confidence in yourself and your abilities.

pile 3 - sun in the clouds

cards pulled: emperor, ace of wands, ace of pentacles + queen of cups

what should you love about yourself ౨ৎ

you have strong leadership qualities and are able to bring people together/take charge of any situation, yet you are also creative and full of bright and unique ideas. you are incredibly passionate too, but also practical. it is as though you have a balanced mix of creativity and logic. with the ace of pentacles, you may be someone who could easily gain a lot of wealth as you likely are good with money - both in terms of saving it and earning it.

overall: with the queen of cups, there is this feminine energy within you that brings balance. the queen of cups is someone who is warm and nurturing, a great listener and advisor, someone who is like a mother figure in terms of your emotional awareness, empathy and intuition. you should love the strength that stems from your sensitivity, as well as your practical and authoritative side. you are a balanced person in all aspects of your character.

pile 4 - the eclipse

cards pulled: four of swords, knight of wands, ten of pentacles + chariot

what should you love about yourself ౨ৎ

you should love the calmness that you bring to people as well as yourself. you are able to find inner peace and you often prioritise self-care. despite this calm, there is also a sense of enthusiasm, energy, thrill and joy to you. you aren't afraid to grab the bull by the horns and charge straight into your goals and, with the ten of pentacles, you are also stable and there is this sense of wisdom to you. you may be someone who wants to share a life with a special person, to experience having a family, or you may love working with children.

overall: with the chariot, you should love that strength and fire within you. your take charge ability and perseverance in pursuit of your goals - which often end up victorious simply due to your sheer determination.

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lovehypegirl · 3 months

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SACRED SAKURA

Paring: yae miko x kitsune!yokai!gn!reader wc: 442 description: a little cup of tea under the sakura branches warnings: none!

As a shrine maiden and a kitsune yokai, it was your duty to tend to the sacred sakura as seen fit

The branches swayed in the wind as you finished up your duties and your ears perked up as you heard a familiar footfall head in your direction

"y/n" a smooth voice called out earning your attention

"Guuji Yae" you bowed once you had turned in her direction

"How's your work been going as of late?" she caught one of the sakura petals between her slender fingers

Still not raising your head, you responded "Everything proceeds smoothly. All preparations towards the summer festivities will run without trouble"

She smiled and tapped your chin raising your head up

"You work quite hard don't you?" she tilted her head

"Um...I do the work you give for me to the best of my ability...such is my job" you looked to the side, slightly flustered at the sudden proximity

She turned your head towards her making you keep eye contact with her

"Well, you are my hardest working, my little fox...you deserve a little break~"

"Guuji..." This felt like a scene out of one of those short novels you secretly indulged yourself in...what was it? Oh...Pretty Please Kitsune Guuji?

You sighed to yourself

"If my Priestess insists...then I shall comply"

She guided you to a small clearing on the base of Mt. Yougo surrounded by sakura trees in full bloom

In the middle of the clearing laid a small table with a pot of tea already warmed up, two bowls of Fukuuchi Udon (Yae Mikos favorite), and a plate of sakura mochi

"My goodness Guuji Yae, did you have this prepared beforehand?"

"But of course! It had to be ready by the time we arrived"

"How did you know that I'd say yes?"

"Because, how could you ever refuse me?" She sent you a little wink

"How could I...yes....how could I ever refuse you" you said after she sat down

Following her actions...you sat down right across from her as she served you tea

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as your four tails swept the grass behind you in content

"Four hundred years?" she questioned suddenly

"Hm? Ah..yes. Four hundred" you replied "It...seems like a lot now that I think about it...."

"Do you forget any of those earlier years?"

"I try not to. Experiences are meant to be treasured no matter the emotion they carry. Moments like these"

She smiles at your sweet words

The sakura sways above you as the sun sets behind the mountain. Two Kitsune sit in peace unaffected by the passing of time. Perhaps for an eternity...

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heycasper22 · 24 days

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Acotar long theory - Rhysand & Gwynriel.

Spoilers all SJM books

Rhys Knows about about the mating bond between Gwyn and Azriel.

This is a theory that I can really get behind anyway and here's why.

Staring out with SJM retconning the events surrounding the raid on the temple in Sangravah. In ACOMAF Rhys states he had to wait for confirmation from Azriel that Sangravah had been raided, Mor also appears to be shocked by this news so we can take for granted that Azriel was either there or obtained the info to pass on to Rhys.

In ACOSF however SJM changed this to Azriel definitely being there, first and slaughtering all the Hybern soldiers, then Mor a few minutes later and then Rhys arriving in person.

This is actually the part of the recton that I find the most interesting. That Rhys himself turned up. Sarah could have retconned it so Azriel then Mor and Cassian winnowing in together with less tampering with what she originally said. Rhys often delagates tasks/missions to others.

Having Rhys present leads me to believe that there would be some purpose in his being there, Mor I think could be accounted for as a female presence to help the priestesses. Gwyn even specifies what the characters do, Azriel kills, Mor heals but not what Rhys did.

So what purpose could Rhys have had in that scene?

Was he put there just so that he was already introduced to Gwyn and could snipe at Nesta when he sees them together in the training ring? He already knows why all the Priestess are at the HoW library, he could have sniped at Nesta wether or not he knew her personally or not.

For this I'd like to look at some examples of Rhys talking about his own power, the particular way he describes what he was doing with his power while UTM

"I made a web between all of them, actively controlling their minds every second of every day, every decade, to forget about Velaris, to forget about Mor, and Amren, and Cassian, and Azriel." - ACOMAF

"anyone flying or traveling near Velaris would see nothing but barren rock, and if they tried to walk through it, they’d find themselves suddenly deciding otherwise." - ACOMAF

“Amarantha didn’t know they existed. And when someone tried to tell her, they usually found themselves without the mind to do so.” - ACOMAF

We know that it is in Rhys' wheelhouse to make people forget and importantly to make people switch tack when their mind strays towards a subject he wishes to remain a secret. Imagine you wish to tell someone something but suddenly all it slips away and now you're just wondering if you left your oven on.

So if you will, go on this journey with me, and we say for instance, a mating bond snapped into place for Azriel and Gwyn upon their first meeting, how truly, truly terrified might she have been in that moment. After everything she'd just been through.

Gwyn says that Azriel "slaughtered them all"

Could his rage have been something to behold even for Rhys to know what it was? As Ruhn can tell when Hunt goes into a Mates rage in HOSAB?

Could Rhysand have snatched Azriel's mind in that moment, and made him forget? Just tied a little knot in his mind and held onto it all this time?

I suppose a good question is would Rhysand do that, because we know that he could.

In ACOWAR there's a scene that's brought up frequently in regards to ships and has been gone over quite thoroughly but I'd like to go over some bits and pieces that interest me for this theory however.

The conversation Rhys and Feyre have before leaving for the Hewn City chapter 24.

Feyre feels guilty for entering Lucien's mind without consent, albeit she did this because of her deep concern for Elain.

'Would you have done it? '

'Rhys considered. Yes. And I would have felt just as guilty afterward.'

Rhys confirms he would go into a friend's mind, and that he would feel guilty for doing so.

He then goes onto assuage Feyre's guilt, determining that she had a good reason to do what she did. A 'for the greater good' sort of reasoning.

We see this reasoning resurface in Rhysand in ACOSF where he makes a poor choice in hiding the real risk of Feyre's pregnancy to her. He didnt wish to upset her, and wanted a solution to hand before he informed her. This isn't necessarily about the really poor choice he made more that he believed he had sufficient reasoning.

To go back to ACOWAR ch24:

Feyre asks if Rhys thinks Lucien and Elain are well suited, he doesn't really give and answer except to say that Lucien is loyal and fiercely so, and then we get this interesting choice of words:

“So is Azriel.”

“Azriel,” Rhys said, “has been preoccupied with the same female for the past five hundred years.”

Not in love with Mor, but preoccupied, distracted by.

Then immediately afterwards Rhys, who never really tells Feyre what to do, basically asks her not to get involved in Azriel and Mor's business. As though he really takes no issue with his brother being 'preoccupied' with Mor.

Rhys also does not offer any comment about Feyre's thoughts on Azriel and Elain as a couple.

As for Azriel's ACOSF bonus chapter, a lot of people where mad at Rhys, either for him interrupting an Elain/Az kiss and meddling in their business or just for the simple fact he seemed to be 'throwing his weight around' a little bit.

Rhys' surface level explanation of this as a Ruler makes sense, but let's look at a potential different angle.

"What if the Cauldron was wrong?"

Rhysand blinked. "What of Mor, Az?"

Azriel questions the Cauldron and the first thing Rhys does is to bring up someone he knows Az is preoccupied with, a 500 year distraction to keep him chasing his tail.

"The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another"

Rhys' face drained of color.

Rhysand does not pale easily. From my checking, that descriptor for him seems to be reserved for if something really upsets him or freaks him out (like Feyre talking about her death)

So for him to drain of colour, that sentence has to have really really bothered him, guilt perhaps at something he has done?

We know a mate bond can never truly be broken or go away, but for the males it can "drive them mad"

Could this be concern over Azriel's mental state not just because of the rash decision to kiss Elain where anyone including Lucien could see, but for what Rhys thinks might happen to a mated male when he does not remember that he is mated or who to?

"You believe you deserve to be her mate?"

This could be Rhys looking for that reasoning, has he done the right thing or made a huge mistake.

"Allow me to make one thing very clear. You are to stay away from her."

This seems pretty extreme, unless however you alone understand how truly messy things could become, aside from all the explanation he gives about Lucien, including the blood duel (Which is odd for Rhys to mention as he knows Lucien is Helion's son)

Gwyn is Nesta's friend. Azriel is already physically spending time in Gwyn's presence, perhaps Rhysand is hoping he'll be able let go soon. How mad you might be at your brother being so close to everything he ever wanted and him fucking it up, even if it you had a part to play in it. You would put your foot down. Hard.

"So you will leave Elain alone. If you need to fuck someone, go to a pleasure hall and pay for it, but stay away from her."

Where is the: 'Hey brother I know how you must be feeling but dont worry, there must be a special someone out there who loves and deserves you, get out there and look!' ?

The options he confronts Azriel with are, hey what about the girl we all know you're never going to get with or failing that, pay for a sex worker? Seems like Rhys might actually be limiting Azriel to people he believes he won't form an serious relationship with doesn't it?

"Snarl all you want."

"But if I see you panting after her again, I'll make you regret it."

This actually stuns Azriel out of being angry, Rhys doesn't do this sort of thing normally.

So if you add this up with Rhys saying Elain would have the full support of the Night Court should she wish to reject her mating bond, why would Azriel have to stay away from Elain forever? If that's what she wanted and he wanted.

Something so out of character for Rhys it shocks Azriel, just to set up a forbidden love trope?

As mentioned some were pissed at Rhys for all this.

But SJM likes to do this to us, she likes for us to BE ANGRY at characters, and then give us an explanation that breaks our heart or at the least helps us understand later down the line. (If I factor in my long Elain theory we might even be thanking him for interrupting!)

Because Rhys would have done this for Gwyn, not for Az, but to protect her, to try and offer her some peace while she heals.

If this theory where true, I'd like to imagine that he had a conversation with her and let her know that full stop that Az wouldn't try and pursue her unless she was ready wether that be 2 years, a decade or never.

But again what we have seen is Rhys being down right horrible sometimes, if he believes it's for the greater good, then we usually get the actual explanation for it later.

Further on in the BC Azriel obviously interacts with Gwyn.

"For a heartbeat their gazes met. He blocked out the bloody memory that flashed, so at odds with the Gwyn he saw before him now"

Did he block it out?

Or did he just get too close to remembering everything.

Did Rhys yank on that leash?

"I just. . . I know you like to be alone."

Gwyn most definitely could have perceived that about Azriel, but in theory she also could have asked someone who knows him to tell her about him.

'Azriel dipped his head in a sketch of a bow. something restless settling in him. Even his shadows had calmed. As if content to lounge on his shoulders and watch.

But--- sleep. He needed to at least attempt to get some.'

'He wouldn't go so far as to call Gwyn a friend, but...'

These buts... These sort of... interrupted thoughts, paired with sense that Azriel isn't entirely sure why he's doing some things. It does give the sense of other forces at play.

I know some people like to go in for the Gwyn is lightsinger theory, personally I don't (I address this in my long Elain theory) Especially with the points at where these thoughts are cut off.

I know some also like the 'fake bond' theory like Aelin/Rowan/Lyria. Maeve of course having similar powers to Rhys, I'd find it much more likely however that Rhys would use his power to 'hide' a bond for good, than to fake one, for evil. Or even to fake one full stop.

Mating bonds are powerful things though as we see in ToG even with an altered mind Rowan is still attracted to and still falls in love with his actual Mate.

Does Rhys really have the power totally control everything about Azriel's bond to Gwyn now that he's actually interacting with her? Perhaps they'll fall in love before Gwyn and Rhys fess up to having known all along.

One would think though that Rhys trying to keep a hold on such a powerful and primal force might affect Azriel though...you would expect to see something more than interrupted thoughts, something more physical like oh, I don't know...

Headaches? 😉

Again this is just a theory, theories are fun and we all like to rummage through the text and try and figure stuff out through this long wait. I can't believe it ended up being this long even though I really tired to stick to the topic at hand! Plausible or not plausible? If you got this far, thanks

#gwynriel #pro gwynriel #acotar theory #anti elriel #anti e/riel

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syrma-sensei · 2 years

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→ A Golden Lock.

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pairing: daemon targaryen x baratheon!reader.

rating: explicit.

warning: wedding night, oral sex (male and female receiving), usual westerosi agendas, daemon targaryen being absolutely in love with you.

word count: 1.9k

a/n: this is a sequel to my “A Doe's Trap”; reading the prequel is recommended to understand the plot.

tagging: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @ethanhoewke, @moonmaiden1996, @princessviseyna, @oh-flashlight, @ali-r3n, @sweetybuzz25, @watercolorskyy, @shelbyteller.

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THE RED KEEP IS BUSTLING AND JOSTLING with guests as the invitees kept pouring through the gates to attend the grand royal wedding throughout the past six days. Six days came and went by like six years to Daemon Targaryen, and his non-existent patience is running low. Today, however, is the seventh of his wedding celebrations, which is going to conclude with his doe officially holding Targaryen as her name after they've taken vows before the Seven. The Second Golden Wedding, he heard the smallfolk calling their wedding, and it gladdens him that it makes her happy; the glamour of their wedding is compared to one of the most grandeur ones in the history of the Seven Kingdoms, and he smiles whenever he remembers your bashful react to the news. His humble little doe, although being a member of one of the greatest houses in the realm, and is to be married into the royal family, she never loses her simple and modest persona. She's expressed earlier to Daemon that she wishes the coins meant to be spent on their wedding to be given to the paupers and orphans of King's Landing. The Prince would be lying if he didn't admit that she caught him off guard for a bit.

“But you're going to be my wife, a princess. I shall not accept any less for you, my love.” Daemon said.

His doe grabbed his callous hand, her palm was so soft on his rough skin, and brought it to her belly. “We're already a husband and wife, my Prince.” Her tender giggle tickled his heart. “We're basically marrying again.”

Daemon grinned, his hand caressing her bare stomach after he made love to her all night long on his bed. He leaned in to kiss her forehead. “I'd marry you a hundred thousands times if I could.” His lips pressed to her forehead then her nose. “And let all gods and men know you're my lady, my wife.” Oh, those reddened cheeks... he'll cherish them forever.

He caved in for her wishes nevertheless, but on his way, though. He promised her that the same amount of coins spent on their wedding will be given to the poor as a gift from them both. Although happy by the notion, he knew it discomforted her a bit; she feared it might irk the King or the Small Counsel, but Daemon reassured her, telling her that he already has his brother's blessings and that he would surely not mind it at all. In fact, he's engulfed by great rapture that his younger brother finally found the one for him, and the counselors be fucked.

Daemon would do anything for his little doe, a sheer attempt to be as dedicated as she is. Gods, she went all for him that she agreed to marry him secretly in a covert Valyrian ceremony, before Queen Aemma could set her a match with another. Only him, his bride, and Rhaenyra were present, in addition to the priestess. It was a month before he spoke with his brother to officially ask her hand in marriage from her uncle, Lord Boremund Baratheon. The latter wasn't quite amused by the match as ill whispers of the Rogue Prince's deeds reached his ears. He didn't refuse the King, though. Would he dare? Throwing the burden of choice upon his beloved niece. Believing that his pure-hearted niece would politely decline the sovereign's offer, and he'd be done with the matter for good. Lord Boremund, however, doesn't know that his lovely niece was already corrupted by the Prince, and has a dragon seed swelling her belly full by the time they flew to Storm's End to officially betroth the Prince to the young lady.

This morning, his doe, with that adorable and timid manner of hers, has expressed anxiousness about the bedding ceremony that may bring the slight swell of her belly beneath her dress to disclosure. Daemon was amused, thrilled by the idea to cause ruckus at court if anyone were to take notice of her pregnancy out of wedlock, rather, in his own golden lock. He twirled a strand of her spruced up hair, teasing, “But we are wedded, are we not, little doe?”

She bit on her lower lip coyly. “We are.” Daemon saw a shimmer within her eyes when she looked up at him. “You are my lord, my husband,” And slowly, she took his hand and brought it to her lips, leaving a kiss on the royal ring around his ring finger, and the Rogue Prince was driven mad. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her vehemently, ruining her face paints and her hairstyle. She moaned in disappointment when he broke the kiss. “Worry not, my love. I shall fuck you until the entirety of King's Landing hears you screaming my name tonight.” Daemon is known for many things, but he's never known to break his words.

After spending the day in King's Landing's streets in a massive parade, throwing gold and coins at the people, they stand before the Seven on Visenya's Hill as the High Septon anointed them as husband and wife while taking their oaths, and he covers her with a golden cloak he had it made similar to the one he wears as the Commander of the City Watch for this special occasion. They kiss and everyone applauds. And when the newly-married royal couple returns to the Red Keep on dragon back, the banquet begins.

King Viserys' happiness is unmatched, while his queen wife sits next to him in absolute silence, with a cordial smile on her face. Daemon leans over and whispers things in his bride's ear as they dance, making her face rise in colour, and her companions burst out laughing at her reaction. Daemon smirks, leaning down even more to capture his wife's lips in a kiss.

Secrecy about affairs has a thrilling trait that Daemon does not deny that he enjoys. The delectable tingle he feels whenever he stealthily drags his doe through the hidden paths within the Red Keep is irresistible to the untamable dragon. Daemon should never forget the first time he brought her in, when she was both excited and scared within the shadows of those silent and cold walls, only the full moon's rays seeped through the cracks and holes, casting a silver glimmer on the two lovers therein as they touched and explored eachother away from everybody's eyes and whispers, freely. Daemon, however, has got to admit that the relish he is now getting from putting his affection on display for all to behold is unmatched. He cannot wait any longer, all he wants now is to sweep his doe off of her feet, and takes her to their wedding bed.

And when the night comes to a close, the Queen herself ushers the new bride to her new chambers. And Daemon follows them shortly after. He finds his doe dressed in nothing but a very thin robe that leaves too little for his imagination, her dark hair is set loose, dangling over her shoulders just as he likes.

He strides down to her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, its fire sets her aflame. The new princess moans, delicate hands are reaching to her husband's attire to take them off of him, her body is already naked before him. “If I knew you're in such need, I'd have the night ended sooner, princess.”

The latter groans, “I only need your cock, now, Daemon. Please, let me have it.”

Seven Hells, why is it so much alluring to him when his innocent doe speaks filth even though he's not accustomed to her speaking in such a manner?

“You want my cock, sweetling?” He tips her chin up, “You want it buried in your wet cunt, my love?”

She shakes her head. “No.” He raises an eyebrow, “I want it in my mouth, my lord, please.” And the Prince is beaten.

The doe yelps as he effortlessly throws her over his shoulder, heading straight to the bed.

“Daemon! Daemon!” She giggles and kicks her legs playfully before he puts her on the silky sheets leisurely.

“You little minx...” He chortles, “And here I thought the babe is giving your body more heat tonight.”

“It is, Daemon.” She grabs his hand and leads it to her belly. “Do you feel it, husband? You've put fire within me.”

Daemon groans and kisses her again and again and again. It makes him happy to no end seeing his child brining the wildest out of her. His usually modest and shy doe is now a needy and licentious hind. The baby dragon inside her is making her in constant heat that needs to be fulfilled.

When he's naked as she is, he carefully grasps her waist and flips her above his body, while the silk caresses his back. “Please me while I please you, wife. I intend to fill each hole of yours tonight.”

“Yes, husband.” She says breathlessly, nodding in eagerness. The doe mounts her dragon and turns her body so her back is facing him now. She bends over, showing off her arse to him. He smirks, delivering a smack to it, and she yelps. Daemon, then, kneads her buttocks and wrings them gently, kissing each before biting on them in dalliance, while she kisses the weeping tip of his hardened cock. Daemon grunts and he surges forwards and stuffs his nose into her crack, his mouth is open on her sweet cunt, licking and sucking.

His hands wander her sides and back, as she takes him fully in her warm mouth. Daemon's tongue pushes through her folds and she melts. Her hungry, muffled moans are music to his ears, as she keeps on sucking his shaft. Gods, he didn't hear of brides swallowing their husbands like whores in such a manner on their first night, but he cannot complain, can he now?

Daemon's lips sip from his wife's labias, teasing the swollen hood of her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she becomes undone that he has to hold her weight in his hands. But as the dutiful wife she is, she doesn't draw her face away until Daemon's cum slams the back of her throat.

Daemon grunts, rolling aside as he lifts her up, crawling back up to her. His doe swallows his seed in the most obscene way he has ever witnessed and she sighs in delight, licking the beads of cum from her lips. “Daemon...” She whispers, her breasts are shimmering with sweat, and adorned with red and erected nipples. “Oh, Daemon, my love, my husband. You ignite something in me, dragon fire searing through my blood, feeding the stag's fury within me.”

“Do I, little doe?” Daemon hums, stroking her forehead tenderly. “Then what should I say about what you do of mine?”

She sighs, fondling her belly. “Oh, my Prince... my Daemon.”

Daemon's heart paces up, and from that moment he realizes he's no longer a capturer but is also deliciously trapped in the golden lock. He kisses her languidly, playing with her hair idly, chest to chest, until their kiss grows wilder. His other hand travels down between her legs, passing the rim of his finger on her clit. “Daemon! Mhm!”

“I made King's Landing a promise that I intend to keep.” He smirks.

“Then let us allow none of them to sleep tonight.” Daemon's eyes brighten when they notice the naughty glint within hers. He flicks his fingers to her cheek playfully.

“If it pleases my wife.”

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mika-no-sekai-blog · 8 months

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With the last breath IV

Word count: 1500+

Warnings: mentions of eating disorder

Part III || Part V

This week was a real rollercoaster full of bad luck. But since this chapter is ready I can post it. I'm working on the next one and I'd love to cut it somewhere to make it into two chapters, but can't find good place so it may come out as one really long one.

I'm sorry for any mistakes. English isn't my first language 😅

Several days passed since you woke up in Azriel's bed. You hid the dress soaked in his scent to the bottom of the wardrobe, often sitting down and burying face into the fabric. His scent helped you calm down and scare away bad dreams.

Since that day quite a lot had changed.

At first you thought you were crazy. Things were moving around or suddenly appearing in front of you. Repeatedly you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, but when you turned around, nobody was there. It took you some time to figure it out. But once you found out there were Azriel's shadows following you around, it didn't scare you anymore. They were quite handy especially when you needed to find something.

As it made you incredibly happy that he cared enough to keep an eye on you, it was also a reminder of the biggest mistake you'd ever done, making you feel down and your stomach twist at times.

The shadows followed you literally everywhere which was sometimes really uncomfortable. You were sure they informed him about everything you did on that particular day, but how much exactly did they tell him? It was nerve wrenching. You could only hope they would keep sensitive information to themselves.

Another big change was the shadowsinger himself. As soon as you entered the library he was there. No matter where you worked or how many times you had to move to another floor during the day, you always spotted him somewhere nearby reading book or doing some paperwork.

The first few days it made you nervous and you couldn't really concentrate on work. Even if you tried you wouldn't be able to count how many times you caught yourself staring at him, admiring his beautiful face, strong body, big hands.. and daydreaming. Then somehow you got used to his silent presence. It always made your day seeing him there, making you grin even while aligning and dusting the books.

And that wasn't everything. He often came to you to talk with you. At those moments your heart always started to beat much faster, mouth went dry and your palms started to sweat. It didn't give much sense because after the decades you could hardly call each other acquaintance, strangers more likely, but it was happening. You weren't in position to ask why suddenly he changed his mind so radically, nor you didn't even want to complain. You were happy for this change, giving you a faint hope that maybe.. someday.. you could be at least friends.

When it happened for the first time, you were so shocked you turned red like tomato to the roots of the hair and ran away. Next time you were mentally ready and managed to stutter few words. But you weren't the only one struggling. Azriel seemed to be just as nervous as you. Nevertheless he kept coming even several times a day for word or two. After few days both of you got used to it and were able to talk normally.

First, he would talk to you just about such ordinary things like weather or ask about your wellbeing, but soon enough he started to ask about your current life, past or likes and dislikes.

Lately you spent a lot of time discussing about the books you were reading. You were surprised to find out he read novels and often the ones you liked. He even gave you some recommendations for interesting ones.

You got up early as every morning and prepared for the day. Before leaving the room you checked out the weather and time. 'Should be okay now,' you thought to yourself and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast with few shadows at your heels.

Of course you could eat with other priestesses at dining hall the meal House served you, but there was something relaxing about making your own meal. That's why you always used inner circle's kitchen. But it wasn't the only reason. You didn't like people watching or commenting on how much you put on your plate. You even minded being watched while eating.

During the years living with Mor and Illyrian males here, you figured out their morning routines and knew when no one would be in the kitchen.

What a shock it was when you found out that the kitchen always empty at this time, was occupied. By Azriel!

He was standing behind the kitchen island putting scrambled eggs on the plate. There were already several other plates with toasts, bacon, cut fruits and vegetables set on the table.

He hadn't notice you yet, so there was still chance to get away and let him have his breakfast. You turned around, planing to try your luck later, but the shadows had an idea of their own. They slowly floated around you towards their master.

"Good morning," Azriel said while washing the pan in the sink, back turned to you. His voice was still raspy and that sound made your heart stutter and the heat spread in your lower belly.

"Good morning," you answered, taking a step into the kitchen from you hideaway. You frowned at traitorous shadows, but they just danced around calling you closer. "I'm sorry. I don't want to disturb you. I'll go." You wanted to leave quickly, but he stopped you.

"Would you join me for breakfast?" back still turned to you, he asked. Eyes widening you shifted nervously on your feet. It was too tempting, but it would be just the two of you. You really didn't want to have his full attention while eating. You bit your lower lip, fighting with yourself.

You looked at his strong form still washing already clean pan. You could read the tension in his posture, but you weren't sure what caused it. In the end the heart won the fight and you accepted the invitation. His tense shoulders visibly relaxed.

Azriel put the pan away and took two plates and glasses. As he turned to the table his lightly flushed cheeks came into view. With shiny eyes of hazel colour with golden flecks he smiled shyly at you which you returned. This side of him was new to you and you were more than eager to learn more. You'd never seen him behave like this with other females. A small flame of hope lit up in your chest.

Your heart was beating faster with each step you took towards the table. You halted before sitting down, examining food on plates. Suddenly you became nauseous. The food looked yummy and smelled amazing, but there was too much. Much more than two people could possibly eat.

"Is something wrong?" Azriel asked noticing your pale face. His eyes slightly narrowed.

"It looks amazing," you tried to smile. "Is Cassian coming too?"

"He's training with priestesses right now," Azriel tilted his head to the side with unreadable expression, few strands of dark hair falling into his eyes. "Do you want him to come?"

"No," you said quickly. "It's just.. there's so much food.." You felt the heat burning your cheeks.

"It should be enough for two of us," he said, a smirk tugged corners of his mouth upward. You had nothing to say to that, so you just swallowed hard and sat down. Azriel handed you plate and started filling his own. Following his example you took a piece of bacon and a bit of scrambled eggs.

"Would you like some freshly baked bread? It's from that new bakery on the bank of Sidra that opened last week," Azriel offered you. With nervous smirk you took small piece.

You started to eat. Taking the first bite of eggs you blinked in surprise, nervousness forgotten for awhile.

"It's so delicious. I didn't know you can cook so good,"you looked at him grinning. He blushed, but grinned too.

"I'm glad if you like it."

"I love it." You took another bite and then another. While you were eating Azriel kept offering you different goodies he'd prepared until you tried at least a piece of everything on the table. By the time you finished you were so full you thought you were going to burst. It was the most delicious food you'd ever eaten, but you were sure you won't be able to eat anything till next morning.

Azriel finished last bits and together you cleaned the table and washed dishes.

"Thank you for amazing meal," you said as you put last plate to its place.

"Thank you for keeping me company," he leaned against the counter putting his hands into the pockets of trousers. "Are you going to the library?"

"No, it's still too early. I thought I would return to my room and read for awhile."

"I see." His smile faded for a second, but it was back in a blink of eye. "So.. I guess I'll see you later."

With that you returned to your room thinking about his unusual behaviour and about the huge change that happened since he saved you. Even though it was still new to you and hard to believe, you liked it and hoped it's real. With every second you spent with him your heart swelled with love and you fell harder for him.

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fluffypotatey · 2 years

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A Thought:

As Emrys, Merlin is a very powerful sorcerer.

However, his utter lack of any formal training means Merlin is not a very good sorcerer.

The magic he does should be theoretically impossible, but he's got enough raw fucking power to just make it work. Infant demigod smashing blocks together and creating a Lego Death Star.

Merlin: *does magic that Should Not Work*

Other sorcerers:

AND THEY ARE RIGHT TO FEEL UPSET

IMAGINE YOU'RE A SORCERER. YOU'VE BEEN PRACTICING YOUR CRAFT, SHOOTING THE SHIT, LAYING LOW, PLOTTING PLANNING.....THEN THIS FARMY BOY TWINK SHOWS UP AND NUKES THE FUCKING PRIESTESS OF THE LAKE OF AVALON

I'D FEEL PISSED TOO

like, bro, you meet him, you're apprehensive of him bc 'shit that's emrys'. the emrys. the dude that's said to be the greatest sorcerer to ever walk the earth. you meet him. you can feel his magic and like holy shit, what the fuck was that??? you ask him how the fuck he gained so much power by the age of 21????

merlin: you mean....y'all don't also just have magic doing shit when you're a toddler

you, the sorcerer who has had to spend years getting control to fucking heat up a teapot: .........no.......no our magic doesn't do that

goddamn do you wanna just chuck this adult child into the lake and be done with it. better yet, you wish for the sprites to just pick you up and use your body as a sacrifice for entrance into Avalon.

and then, and then

you see how this motherfucker fights against bandits and "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU JUST PUSHING THEM AWAY??? WHERE'S THE SHOWMANSHIP??? THE PIZZAZZ??? HOW MANY SPELLS DO YOU KNOW???"

merlin, who forgot he can freeze time and space and can launch lightning bolts at people: uh....3???

it takes the triple goddess to restrain you from murking the prophesized warlock right then and there.

"NO, NO, FUCK THAT, FUCK THIS, FUCK ALL O' Y'ALL!" you scream as you jump on a ship and move to a place that doesn't have op young adult children who didn't study shit and yet still get an A+

#i could post this later.......but i won't so here we go #i am delirious it is......1:30 in the morning i should sleep and yet....here i sit #i hope this was enjoyable because this is the best fucking thing i've ever been granted the chance to read #headcanon fully accepted #this is canon #sorcerers hate merlin because he that's guy who always passes the class with flying colors but you know that bitch #sleeps during every lecture and never studied a day in his life #i know for a fact that gaius would have smacked merlin when they met but didn't bc this kiddo was too pure and sweet for this world #honestly a sorcerer who worked their ass off to be th best meeting s5 merlin who's tired & seen shit but only knows 7 spells #they would walk right out bc 'who tf does think think he is????' and merlin has had this interaction one too many time by then #bbc merlin #merlin #merlin emrys #headcanons #i want me screaming into the void at the witching hour to be my legacy

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risathefairyofshampoo · 5 months

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What is Antons' ideal type? ♡

(December 27th, 2023) Requested

Disclaimer: Everything is based on tarot and my intuition. I don't know these idols personally. Take everything that I say with a grain of salt. Let's get started! :)

Ace of Wands, The Devil (R), The High Priestess (R), Nine of Pentacles (R), The Hanged Man, Three of Cups

Anton would like a partner that stays. He is into serious relationships. A partner who is fun to be around and spontaneous.

A relationship with a lot of passion and exciting nights. He is into high sexual tension.

Anton wants someone who is clingy and showers him with love, but sometimes it would be better if they don't. He likes it if someone shows him that they love him, but it might be too much for him sometimes.

He would prefer someone who has the same interests, views and goals as him.

He wants a stable and secure relationship. He wants to know that his partner can take care of themselves, and Anton would like it if they also have a job and a good income. He doesn't want them to be dependent on him!

Anton likes beautiful people. Someone who is stylish, graceful and elegant.

I'd say he is into women.

And he won't let anyone into his life like that! There are some high standards!

I see him falling in love with someone he knows. Might it be through work or through his friends.

He also takes time when it comes to confessing as he thinks about how a relationship would be between him and the person he likes!

Visuals/Looks

dreamy, pretty face, skinny/fit, mid to long hair, boobs, foreign looks, soft

#riize anton #kpop tarot #lee chanyoung #kpop #kpopidol #tarot #aesthetic #music #hybe labels #tarot reading #tarot cards #sm entertainment #kpop bg #riize

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a-d-nox · 1 year

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Hi :) I love your web of wyrd posts. I'd love to learn more about it 🥰🩷

web of wyrd: the right-most number, who we are destined to be / what you must accomplish in this life

the number we are focusing on today is based on the YEAR you were born - ex: i was born in 2000, as you see above, my rightmost number is 2 (2 + 0 + 0 + 0 -> 2).

but what does this number mean?

this number represents who we are destined to be. sort of like self fulfilling prophecy - everyone from a distinct year had many years where the expectation of their behavior was press into who they would become and how they would act (via schooling, world affairs, etc). that's what is occurring here in some regards. this the general assumption of what we, and the people born in the same year as us, will become. and thus what we are tasked with accomplishing in this lifetime to become this person.

so let's talk about some examples:

2 - the high priestess

rider-waite's high priestess is depicted as woman dressed in blue seated on the beach. she stares at the viewer blocking their view of the ocean behind her. in fact, her set up on the beach blocks the view as well. seated between one dark and one light column, she presents the viewers with the idea of balance - as the B stands for "boaz" and the J stands for "jachin" which are "strengths establishes" is hebrew they often indicate extremely like dark and light, day and night, etc. while blocking the ocean, she showcases it's ruler - the moon (which she represents). her headdress is that of the phases of the moon showing the shifts in feminine life - maiden, mother, and crone. she wears a cross and holds the Torah showing her devotion toward higher beliefs. behind her is a tapestry covered with pomegranates (fertility symbol).

2s are destined to be connected to the divine. they will be intuitive - they will see through the shadows and all that is hidden from the naked eye (no matter how much blocks the view). they will not fear looking within. they will be comfortable with the cycles of life and their femininity. they are destined to guide others as well as themselves through life.

2s need to accomplish the ability to look within and trust themselves over others. they need to learn to look past logic and small details and trust the universe to take them where they belong most in life. they must also learn that they are more than just their body/vessel.

4 - the emperor

rider-waite's emperor is an older man who sits on a stone throne - ram heads (he represents aries) perch on the corners of the throne. he wears armor beneath his red (desire/passion) robes. the emperor is the divine masculine of the deck; he is a strong leader (we see this in all the stone elements of the card - the throne and mountain range (alludes to the hermit and the fool) behind him - and the golden crown, rod, and orb he has with him). the landscape behind him is barren except for a stream (emotions and intuition) - he can see anything coming. the warm tones in the card serve to emphasized power, authority, and materialism.

4s are destined to lead. they will be strong and powerful individuals. they will take action on the things that matter most to them and those around them. they will believe in and acknowledge their authority, ambitions, and power. they will serve the greater good, not just themselves. they will have big personalities and won't be afraid to take up space.

4s must accomplish self-confident and leadership in this life. it's easy to lead others - but it's difficult to be someone worth following. being a good leader is hard. these individuals must find what inspires them and campaign for that inspiration and action to take place.

7 - the chariot

two sphinxes pull rider-waite's chariot and the man on it. one white and one black (goes back to the high priestess's columns) sphinx lie motionless on the ground - the white looks to the right (the future - the positives) and the black looks to the left (the past - the negatives). despite being armored (he represents cancer) and thus looking ready for battle, the charioteer holds no reins. with the warships and river at his back and the stars (alludes to the star card) over his head, the card depicts the importance of not acting on impulse but rather acting intuitively.

7s are destined to ascend from one reality and into another - they will break generational curses/patterns. they will meet the goals they set in life. these people will be determined, intuitive, and methodical.

7s must accomplish the ability to plan. they need to think clearly and intentionally when making moves in this life time. solid foundations and certainty of the next move is necessary to this person's success. they must face patterns in their life and break them. not all violence/confrontation is necessary, so they must decide throughout life what is worth the fight and what is not.

that's all for today. the next number we will be looking at number between this number and the crown number.

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ewanmitchelll · 4 months

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Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (XI): Haunted.

Imagine you are transported to the past… instants before the legendary battle between Aemond and his uncle Daemon Targaryen occurs. What will you do? Part II.

Warnings 1: smut, DRAMA, angst. But fluff endings of course.

Warnings 2: loosely based on “Outlander”.

Warnings 3: long post.

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You and I walk a fragile line. I have known it all this time but I never thought I'd live to see it break. It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now…

You open your eyes and all you see is a different scenario. There are strange sounds in your surrounding, a mix of voices you cannot identify yet.

Nevertheless you take your time, pain reclaiming your body as you struggle to reclaim your conscience.

“Y/N! Oh my God, it’s really you! You have returned to us!”

You say nothing in turn, barely blinking. Just as you try to rise, you nearly drop again. Not because of the hurting in your lungs and ribs, but mainly due to the memories of happy days.

“She’s very disoriented”, perhaps it’s your friend saying, but you don’t recall it now, giving no importance as of yet to her.

“Can you actually blame her? She has been tossed in God knows what time and place in the past and here she is. One wonders what she went through.”

You remember his smile, the warmth of his body, and then… you recollect of your fall, of how you planned to tell him that you are pregnant. Now looking for signs that you may have miscarried, you somehow sense that you have not.

A brief relief that is, however, incapable of easing the pain you are now in.

“Margaery”, you say when recognizing the first voice. “Lyna.”

The two younger females, surrounded by two older women, breathe in relief and throw themselves around you. You cannot help but weep too, even though this meeting tastes bittersweet.

Keeping the heartbreaking ache for yourself, you try to concentrate in the present, paying no attention in the look of concern the elderly ladies give you.

But takes two minutes before you pull away from the embrace to throw up. Under the quizzical look of your friends, you dissimulate, saying:

“Time traveling does this to sensitive people.”

“Well, what do I know of the side effects of such a thing?”, says Margaery, pleased to make you smile.

“How long was I off?”, you ask as you finally stand and, to your surprise, there are but only your two closest friends and two old ladies.

“No more than a couple of days”, says Lina. “We told your aunt that you went traveling with that research group you were part of.”

“How convenient”, you say, appreciating their efforts. “But how did you…”

“She went after us”, says the elderly lady, who introduces herself as the Priestess of R’Hllor, an old and ancient faith of Westeros named Krysta. “Although there would little need to do so for we were informed of the awakening of the spell by the Lord of The Light.”

Her companion adds:

“The past is dark and full of terrors.”

“Full of terrors, indeed”, you remark without second thoughts. “But full of delights as well.”

At the memory of your beloved, his smile, his touch, his fierceness… your burst into tears.

***

It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now. And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake…

The rage Lord Aemond experiences is inexpressible. The one-eyed prince still rewinds in the back of his mind your fall, the fear and desperation in your gaze, how you cried out his name before disappearing out of his sight. What makes his good eye tear up is the memory of happiness in instances switched to the one of despair and desolation.

He lost you.

Because of his uncle, who, it seems, planned this vengeance for a long while.

The battle follows, despite your voice calling his name still howling in the back of his mind. His conscience subtly accuses him of letting you be taken away, in resulting in his early and unexpected widowhood.

Hatred thunders in his chest and Aemond screams against the storm. Vhagar’s follows, echoing her rider’s angst.

“Ah, nephew! One loss for another loss, is it not how it’s said? Or perhaps one eye for an eye? Which suits better?”, he can hear Daemon’s provocation through the electric curtain of air. “Lucerys shall be avenged! Likewise every family member your bloody house caused it!”

He doesn’t answer, instead pulling the reins of Vhagar, who now spit fire over Caraxes. But, faster in size and age, the red dragon flies away before diving to bite Vhagar once more.

“DRACARYS!”

Whoever cries out the order, matters not. Fire against fire results in blood. When a kin fights the other, they fall in disgrace before the Gods.

Dragons dance in a mortal beat. No good is found within the Prince’s heart. Both enemies are moved by vengeance, haunted by past mistakes, by wrong choices.

Can the situation be averted, though? The battle follows unpredictably, whirling violently around both princes.

But if Aemond cannot live with you, he will die dragging his beloved uncle down to the Seven Hells with him.

***

Carrying on like nothing has happened proves to be a really difficult task. The priestesses asked you many questions about the past and your interference in such events.

“If, however, R’Hollor wanted to send you there, a reason there is. Unknown is the purpose before our eyes, not least should it be questioned, though”, so you were told.

Your friends were eager to know about your adventures and you could only tell so far how it was to live amidst the royalty in the worst civil war Westeros went through.

However, the current days look terribly wrong to you. Everywhere you are reminded of him, your prince, the very one you’ve always disliked due to your historical studies at college and at school.

Here you are, driving to a lake house, accompanied by Margaery, who is, by all efforts, the one you’ve been the closest to… and who didn’t give you up during the moments you’ve been at your worse.

About a month has passed every since you fell back to your own days.

“By the melancholy you’ve been plagued to, I dare say this is more than living amidst the luxury and richness so characteristic of the nobility”, she says after a while.

From King’s Landing to the said lake house takes about three hours driving. But it’s been one since you both drove in silence.

“How obvious is that?”, you side smirk at Margaery, who smiles knowingly back.

“I just know you well, is all.”

Margaery waits. She gives you time, respecting your spiritual state at the moment, for which you are thankful for.

“You wouldn’t believe me…”

“My dear, I watched you disappear like wind blows away dust. You should by now I am not skeptical. Not anymore.”

Your fingers top at the driving wheel before you sigh. And then Margaery is told about the infamous rogue prince, Lord Aemond Targaryen.

***

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this. I thought I had you figured out. Something's gone terribly wrong. You're all I wanted…

Dragons dance still. Melody is painfully mixed to that sound of thunders. Eventually, however, one of the pair must fall. And all indicates that Lord Aemond is not getting his revenge this evening, which only fuels his anger.

Then a solution occurs him.

A mad one, perhaps, but his pride doesn’t wish to admit it. Like Vhagar, Aemond doesn’t leave a battle unless he’s the victor of it.

But now he’s losing, all he can think of is you. Haunted by memories that, until not so long ago, were the merriest he’s ever experienced, the silver haired male feels abandoned by all, a pawn of Gods to their disgraced game where he’s but a misfortuned man.

Aren’t we all?

A thought that occurs him when thinking of his mad sister and insane brother. His family, it appears, payed a high price for the crown. Now it costs all they have. And when remembering the hints you gave him…

Every hope dies. Agonizing, Lord Aemond regains his strength, but Daemon Targaryen outwits him. Therefore, the kinslayer is defeated.

***

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this. I thought I had you figured out. Can't breathe whenever you're gone. Can't turn back now, I'm haunted…

You stop driving in the road when an idea comes at you, that kind that doesn’t leave you rest easy unless you put it in practice.

“So you are telling me you are pregnant of a dead man?”, Margaery breaks the impulsivity that starts to rise in you when speaking after a long while in silence.

You laugh quietly.

“When you put things like that…”

“Well, this is a perspective one cannot unreason with”, she shrugs her shoulders, smiling at it. “But what then? This is a Targaryen child you are carrying in your belly. Do you consider the consequences of it?”

When seeing how pale you are, Margaery realizes that no, you haven’t considered that you are a carrying a pretender to the throne.

“No one needs to know, though”, she says. “The Queen has her heirs as you know.”

You turn at her, suddenly interested.

“I thought she was infertile? Has anything dramatically changed since I was tossed away?”

“No”, says Margaery. “I mean… Her nephew, son of the late prince Rhaegaer, is her husband. They are happily married, so it’s been said.”

You tilt your head, bearing a strange feeling.

“What prince Rhaegar’s son? His illegitimate son, a product of his liaison with Lady Lyanna of House Stark…?”

“Do you mean Jon Snow? Yes, he attends by Jaehaerys II now. He has a strong seed, so it’s been said, having given her some offspring.” And here she smirks in a gossiping manner.

“Ah”, you sigh in relief. “I thought something had been altered.”

But then you look miserable all the same because you know this means Aemond is dead. However… could have it been any different? It’s when you suddenly turn the wheel.

“Uh, my dear. What the hell do you think you are doing?”

You don’t tell her that you think you see him at times. That sometimes you have a glimpse of his face, an ethereal look of despair behind his one good eye as if he silently asks for help.

“Fuck it all”, you say. “I’m going back.”

“Going back where?”

“I cannot be haunted anymore”, you tell her and Margaery sees a mix of perseverance and stubbornness. “I will bring him here. I will bring him back.”

She shoots you a careful look.

“I admit I cannot fathom why on earth you’d do this to yourself, aware that modifying pieces of the past can alter the future. This is too dangerous. Think about your unborn child!”

This has the effect your friend desires, but you are still driving back on the road.

“I cannot give up on him, Margaery. I do not expect you to understand, but I know in my heart he’d not give up on me either.”

And we all know there is no remedy to stubbornness…

***

This is a race against the time. You come to figure it out that, funny as it may be, time works differently in past and present, mostly because Earth’s time works differently. Therefore, months you spent there by Aemond’s side meant you spent no more than a week or two disappeared.

Some part of you admonishes you for being reckless. You cannot simply take in consideration your desires, but the child whose life you must protect. The inheritance of Aemond’s love that will eventually grow and probably forced to live in secrecy, hiding away his legacy—even though with Aegon IV’s renowned productions of tons of illegitimate lines, nearly 90% of King Landing’s population bears some Targaryen blood.

But you want to save him. Like he saved you. Perhaps this is madness, but going back in time was an impossibility never before credited.

“I must try”, you tell her, or perhaps to convince yourself. “I just… must try.”

Margaery doesn’t say a word, rather instead supporting you, which you deeply appreciate.

“I’ll be here for you, regardless of your choices”, she says gently.

“I appreciate it”, you shoot her a thankful glance. “Truthfully I do.”

***

Oh, holding my breath. Won't see you again. Something keeps me holding on to nothing…

It’s cloudy and cold. Although it’s hardly compared to Winterfell’s winter or even that last winter whose scars are still there within you, it’s not warm nevertheless.

Wind howls as if it’s disdaining your attempts in doing what is out of your control. Your curls are a mess as you climb the hill with Margaery behind you, telling you to be careful.

As you turn at her, you realize that this is not only about you.

“Marg”, you stop half the way to put her in a hug. “I’m sorry for involving you in this. I’m sorry for not being the one person I was before.”

“You don’t have to apologize for being who you are. We are all survivors, haunted by the past in many ways. Fighting for love is not something most are willing to do this day”, she tells you. “You know I’m here for you, no matter what. I’m just protective over you.”

“I know. So am I to you, I hope you know that.”

When a bond like this is formed, no bad weather, no conjecture can break. Such friendship is rare to see, but existing nevertheless. Both you and Margaery know that.

And now you part, leaving her to wait, prompted to go back to prayers for your safety. However, as you stand high at the Aegon’s Hill, between the stones, the spell doesn’t work.

“No”, you mumble, trying not to be surrendered by despair at the first try. “No, no. Come on!”

You try to recollect mystic words you believe you’ve heard, but to no avail. You cling onto a stone nearby, eyes closing, however, it doesn’t work either.

Wind howls louder, as if it laughs, and yet it appears you spot ethereal creatures not too far.

You try to hold onto this hope, but maybe this is a trick of nature. No matter what you do, you remain where you are.

“Aemond…”

Your eyes are blurred by tears.

I know. I know. I just know. You're not gone, you can't be gone, no…

You don’t realize you are sobbing until your knees go weak and they collide against the grass. Rain thus starts to pour and your reason cannot conceive the obvious.

Aemond is gone. Past is unreached. You are where you should be… and had it not been for your unborn child, you’d believe all had nothing but a dream.

“Y/N!”, Margaery cries out your name. “Come on! Rain is about to fall!”

You know the wind is too strong for her to face it. Therefore you recollect your dignity and stand.

“I’ll be on my way”, you yell back.

But your voice dies as rain finally drops. It falls violently over you and with the wind, it is as if you’ve been trapped in a storm.

“Oh”, you are now scared when struggling to go back. “What have I done?”

The more you walk, the more difficult it is to leave the circle of stones. To some believers, they’d tell you that you are being punished by the Gods for meddling where you should not be.

However, what if they are playing with you? The Targaryens answer to no men nor gods, but you are no Targaryen. You are a common lass, tossed away in the past to serve some mysterious God a wicked purpose.

These are not your thoughts, though. As a mother-to-be, you realize you must protect your child at all costs. It’s when the unexpected happens.

Right when Margaery is decided to push you out of those bloody stones back to the safety of the car, is when you disappear before her eyes.

“Y/N!”

But you never hear her calling your name.

***

Aemond is not lifeless under water. He’s been rescued by a soldier, loyal to the green house. A few months have passed since this soldier, who happens to be familiar with a priest of the Lord of the Light, was instrumental in getting him back.

When being told of how close to death he was, Aemond says nothing.

“You must not be a ghost in living flesh, lord”, insists the said soldier. “We must get back to our cause at once. The Lord of Light demands it to be so, having impeded you to go to the dark lands of death. He has a purpose to which you now must serve.”

“Targaryens bend to no deity nor men”, he retorts, standing and making his own path.

But reality is worse than he thought. Under a dark cape, he mixes with the populace and there he is informed that the Good Queen Helaena has committed suicide and that Aegon is close to death.

Some say he’s the victim of slow poisoning.

Whatever it is, bells ring that day to announce old king Aegon, Second of His Name, usurper to many and kinslayer to others, has died. His successor is, to Aemond’s consternation, Aegon III.

“The son of the Rhaenyra, the Proud”, so he is told by a peasant. “But it’s how the wheel of fortune is, very fair if you ask me. However the new king is a child, therefore a council must be formed.”

And here he is informed how Daemon Targaryen lives and is the chief of the said council on behalf of his only surviving son.

Whatever truth there is in such informations, Aemond feels desolated. Haunted by what cannot return, orphaned of a family that, for better or worse, put him in this violent path, he is like an errant knight with no cause to fight for.

Hopelessness moves his steps and it’s when he spots Aegon’s Hill and its mystical stones.

Can't breathe whenever you're gone. Can't go back, I'm haunted

“Y/N”, he calls your name.

The rogue prince is tempted to turn his back. There’s nothing for him now. He has no dragon, and is as vulnerable now as he was as a child. Indeed, as he’s been told, he’s now a ghost in living flesh.

Even so, what’s there to lose by going there?

Perhaps a spark of hope in seeing you again leads his steps, crossing discreetly, invisibly even, all those strange faces that carry on with their insignificant lives all the whilst the wheel of fortune turns again.

It’s when he sees you.

“This cannot be…” he mutters, perplexed. “I am seeing a phantom! This is only the plausible explanation…”

But when you see him too, every pain and angst are finally put to the past. One runs to the other, finding in a warm embrace the peace both of you needed.

“I am no phantom, my darling! No spectrum of time.”

“Oh, wife! Don’t leave me like this ever again!”

“Husband”, you sniff, forehead rested against forehead, hands cupping his face. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. But you came back to me”, says he, his voice embargoed.

“I would never leave you.”

Words are dismissed when he grabs your waist and then holding your face as if to ensure you are real, not a ghost haunting him indeed, he pursuits your lips like a famine man.

There, in the streets, post chaos of civil war, two strangers embrace like peasants and kiss hungrily like commoners.

***

“Come back with me”, you tell him anxiously, dragging him back to Aegon’s Hill. “This is too much to ask, I know…”

“No”, he cuts you gently. “I have nothing holding me here, lady. Not anymore. No family or friends, but foes who hold victory like you said.”

“I am sorry”, but before you could tell him he’s not lost his family, Aemond smiles at you and says:

“Do not be. It is what it is. Destiny is all.”

Locking hands with you, he takes one last challenge. For a purpose unknown, Aemond Targaryen not only lives… but outlives his days, his relatives and, mostly important, his enemies.

***

You still wait for the right moment to tell him you carry his child. There is too much going on. Like when it happened with you in his days, you make up a new background for him, especially when you introduced him to your aunt and uncle.

“His name is Aemon”, you purposely cut the “d” off his name. “He’s just started at Westeros university as a student of political sciences.”

Aemond holds back a snort, finding all of this very interesting. Thankfully, he’s still got some good gold with him so he’s not poor in this new existence.

Leaving aside matters of money, Aemond was shocked at how modern King’s Landing now is. The grand port in other days received products of Essos and the other Free Cities for trade and other purposes, has shrink in size and is now smaller than in his days.

There are now airports, better schools, places of knowledge like universities.

“Daeron would have liked that”, he once shared with you in a rather melancholic tone.

In these colleges, he comes to see that knowledge is no longer a privilege of maesters, but to all those who want to know better. There, rich and poor study with no distinctions. At least, in theory.

He’s also informed of other technologies and modern activities, before getting to know the most important matter of all: the rise of Queen Daenerys and her consort, King Jaehaerys.

“Bloody seven hells”, Aemond snorted. “Had Aegon seen this… not only he was succeeded by Rhaenyra’s son, but her lineage remains on the throne.”

“In these days women can rule just fine”, you told him then.

He still has some mindset to change, to which you give him time to get himself accostumed. And then he was told of the usurpation coming from the Lannisters, the almost break of the North and the subsequent mess coming from evil creatures that, once thought as mythical, proved to be very real. These were known as the Others, who followed a certain Night King.

It took Aemond several weeks to absorve all of this information, and once he considered that he could get used to this, he sought a home for you two to live lawfully as husband and wife after beginning his studies in the said course of political sciences.

Yet, before you two truly began living your lives as a married couple, he had to meet your family, of course.

“My mother and dad, along with my younger siblings, are living in Sunspear, now. Who’d ever thought, right? A northern family living all good in the South…”

And then you introduced Aemond to cellphone, video-calls and other brand new technologies that almost drove him to the insanity.

Nevertheless here you two are. Once acquainted with your family and friends, and married in civil ceremony—he still wants to go on with a religious one, and you gladly comply with his wishes, it’s just you are still “I cannot believe this is really happening” mood.

So now you two are in bed. You watch as Aemond, short-haired, partially nude, is wearing glasses as he reads the history of Westeros. He’s so concentrated that it begins to arouse you.

It’s been two months since the marriage, at least in its medieval form, has been consumed. Now every obstacle has been knocked down, you realize how much you have missed him… carnally, speaking.

Perhaps it’s just your hormones speaking, but you let your hair loose and adjust your modern nightgown so it shows some skin. And then you crawl to his side.

“Mm, honey. What are you reading?”, you whisper in his ear, a hand playing with his short, messy hair all the whilst another rests in his belly.

Distracted at first, for he’s always been one to sharp his wit—despite not being considerate the brightest of the family, that title passed to his younger brother, Daeron—, he takes a few seconds to answer you.

“Uh? Oh, yes, I’m reading about the history of my family. For better or worse, we are all related”, he grumbles under his breath. “Have you read about…?”

His words die interrupted when you start kissing his neck and your hand slides below his belly, resting over his manhood, quietly hidden underneath his garments.

“Lady…”, he groans, eyes fluttering.

“Yes, my lord husband?”, you slowly move closer, your eager fingertips pulling down his garments and then…

And then Aemond puts his book aside, finally paying attention in you.

It’s when he notices your boobs are bigger than last time he saw them denuded, to the point they are almost dropping out the cloth of your nightgown.

“Oh, it’s been so long”, he groans, breath cut short the moment you begin to stroke him up and down, teasing the tip of it with your thumb. “My lady wife…”

“Yes?”, you turn at him, pursuing his lips sensually.

“Let me put away these…”, he chuckles before putting away his glasses. “Aren’t you a little on fire today?”

“Mmm”, you kiss his neck now, stroking him intently, aroused in turn at his sounds.

“Oh Lords!”, the former prince groans louder.

It’s when the dragon awakes and he kisses you just as hungrily, rolling his body over yours as he removes your hands, locking them above your head.

Watching as you rub one leg to the other, he doesn’t take long before lifting your nightgown and then… dropping his head to your nipples all the whilst his fingertips move to your core, pleased to find your womanhood wet.

As he teases you, though, Aemond’s eyes search for yours, finding in them the same fire that burns him. He raises his head to whisper some unspeakable things in your ear and right before you come undone, he lifts his hips and…

“Fuck, Aemond!”, you curse loudly upon his thrust.

“Ah, Gods. This is so good!”, he moves slowly with you first. “I missed you, my lady! I have longed for this!”

Your hands now wrapped around his neck, you put him closer to you.

“I love you, my lord husband”, you moan sensually when your lips collide in a hungry kiss.

“As do I, my gorgeous wife!”

He notices, though, how different you look. And when you turn over him, surprising at how horny you are this day, he smirks:

“What have I done to my lady?”

“Oh you have made me a dragon rider, have you forgotten?”, you smirk, pleased to make him blush.

His hands going from your breasts to your waist, Aemond can see your belly is slightly bigger than last time he saw you nude. And if he’s good in math…

But he is too distracted by your ride to do it now, so the prince rises and, locking his body to yours, little wonder why you two come together at last.

“How synchronized are we”, you paint, refusing to let him go of you.

Aemond chuckles, putting you down to him, stroking your long y/c locks, admiring your y/c eyes as he peppers your face with gentle kisses.

“We are, my dearest. And it comes to my eyes, as well as my mouth, that your breasts are not only bigger, but more sensitive too.”

You blush deeply at his remark, a sight pleasant to his sight. He crawls over you, saying:

“There should be no embarrassment, lady, when we are lawfully married. You thought I’d not notice the changes in your body?”

“Aemond…”, your face is now bright red as he smiles warmly at you.

“And how you sang my name louder than the first time we copulated the moment I sucked it with my mouth?”, he smirks when spotting signs his words are arousing you. “How easier now you are, what’s the word for it again? Oh yes, horny.”

You bury your face in his shoulder, giggling like a little girl. But when his hand cups your left boob, you fear you might lose your self control. Sighing impatiently, you lean backwards and cupping his face you say what he wants to hear:

“I am carrying your child.”

Aemond beams, in complete delight.

“How dare you to keep these news out of me?”, says he in between chuckles.

“Well, I wanted to tell you in a better occasion”, you say, in reference to that fatidic evening. “But time parted us.”

Understanding what’s subtly said, Aemond nods. But sadness is a brief shadow that is instantly dismissed when his hand rests on your belly.

“Whether it’s a boy or a girl, I will love the same. However, they ought to bear a Targaryen name.”

“I thought we agreed to live discreetly, my love?”

“What’s the problem in naming a daughter Visenya Hightower?”

You laugh quietly.

“I doubt anyone bought that you are a distant Hightower.”

“But I am”, he insists.

“Yeah, right, but you have Targaryen looks, handsome. Look at these purple irises of yours for an instance.”

“If anything I have a Dornish ancestral. Those of Starfall have purple eyes. The Danes, to be fair.”

You stroke his cheek, caressing it gently, watching as he rests his head in your hand, locking gazes with you.

“A family to call your own”, you whisper.

“Indeed, and for that I am more than thankful”.

Saying so he kisses your lips slowly.

***

• Epilogue. Two years later..

A fragile line that is not so fragile anymore. All seems well that ends well.

You watch as Aemond runs with the twins, named Helaena, to honour his sister, and Visenya, his ancestress whom he’s very fond of. As you pat your belly, pregnant for the second time, you watch the beautiful scenario, very content for living it in peace.

It’s when you notice a woman, apparently the same age as Aemond, cast him and the children a glance. She has a shade of silver in her reddish hair. Something about her makes you stand and promptly move after him.

But before you get to Aemond and share with him your twisted sentiments, the girl herself says:

“I have a feeling we’ve known before”, she smiles gently.

To you, the same sentiment is there. You are baffled by it, unsure where it comes from.

“I’m sorry, have we met?”, Aemond inquires, puzzled, as he holds both twins in his arms.

“Not exactly in this lifetime, I’m afraid”, and turning at you, she smiles. “My darling sister Y/N, so we meet again.”

You and your husband exchange looks. What is this?

“I’ve taken the name of Sarah, but in truth I am the reincarnation of your sister Helaena.”

Couldn’t things get any more complicated?

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