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👑The girl in the silver dress👑New version

Aemond x reader

Tags: Fluffish, royalty, modernroyalty, theselection

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🔷Summary: You are invited to become a selected girl for Prince Jacaerys's selection. You never thought you would fall for his uncle, prince Aemond instead.

🔷Author's note: Based on the books by Kiera Cass, but reading them is not required.

🔷Wordcount :5393

🔷Warnings: It is not a very dark or triggering fic. If you found something that upsets you, however let me know ill change the warnings

The life you had before the palace was as a child’s coloring book before growing up. You didn't bother about crossing over the lines, no one told you to stop adding hats to the animals you coloured in, or to stop using so much pink and glitters. There was no line you could cross, no scissors wrapped in papers who could cut you open without you realizing.

All of that changed for better or worse when you were selected for the Selection of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon or as he would soon be known under his ruling name, King Jacaerys Velyaron.

You never thought you would be selected. There are strict laws that only noble ladies from the minor houses can join the month-to-a-year-long competition where the Seven Kingdoms are introduced to his future bride.

It is more than a beauty pageant. The skills of each bride are tested. The selection does not require mere Valyrian blood or beauty alone anymore. It has become a deadly game full of manipulation, lies, tricks, schemes and plots. Things you know nothing of.

Your house is not as grand as Baratheon, or as rich as Lannister, your house…It has always been decent. Your parents sheltered you from court life and tried giving you a normal life, as normal as one could have with your titles. And now, it all would change

You sit in the dining room of the royal castle, known as the Red Keep. The castle has survived multiple wars, sieges, treasons and deaths long before any of its current inhabitants graced this world, and many more would follow before you all are bones.

In front of you is a silver plate with a spoon, a fork, a knife and a glass. You never knew you cutted your food wrong or that you lean that much with your elbows on a table until your princess training began.

It is all so terribly confusing. There are 35 girls here, and they want the same as you do. They want to be the one for Prince Jacaerys. They want to sit next to him at official functions and parties, they want one day to be his love, to continue his legacy and perhaps more than Jace, they want this glamorous life.

You tell yourself that this uneasy feeling, that you don’t quite belong here, will fade. It has to. These girls are all from higher noble houses and used to courtly manners and training. Of course you will be a bit out of place at first.

A gorgeous black-haired girl with a clear stag necklace with diamonds speaks up, rising from her chair as if she is already proclaimed queen. She turns to the woman who is tasked with guiding and teaching you all how to behave accordingly as the consort of the king. That lady is called Lady Aemma Arryn, yet you may refer to her as Lady Aemma or Lady Arryn.

The girl’s voice has a slight accent from the Stormlands. ‘’When will we meet the royal family?’’ You believe her name is Floris, but you are not sure. You become slightly worried by her question, as you are in no state of preparation to meet anyone or anything royal at all.

Your teacher sighs, annoyed by this question. ‘’Patience, girls. I won’t introduce you to any royal. Some of you can curtsy but others would fall flat on their faces.’’ She doesn't even glance in your direction. So why do you feel as if she speaks directly about you?

Floris nods to that with a sweet smile, her eyes blinking rapidly. ‘’That would be embarrassing.’’ She says, eying the girls around the table, including you. You pretend to be too busy with your glass to notice.

Lady Aemma smiles. ‘’Yes it would.’’ She says, with a thinly veiled laugh. ‘’For you it would be.’’ She adds with a charming smile.

A few girls giggle delighted by this spectacle and amazing comeback. Floris becomes furious and you fear that for now, Lady Aemma has made an enemy. ‘’Ladies, focus. Remember: You are always one step away from a scandal.’’ The grand doors of the dining room open.

35 heads turn at the same time, taking in the mysterious visitors. It is two young adult males, both dressed in black, with each a motorcycle helmet under their arms. One is slightly taller yet the smaller one stands out the most thanks to his cheekish, boyish and almost taunting grin.

Nervous chatter erupts among most girls, as they already seem to know who these two men are. You wonder if one of these two men is Jacaerys. The smaller one speaks, and despite the distance between you and him he speaks as if he is sitting right next to you, almost purring in your ear and sending shivers down your spine. ‘’I didn’t know the royal harem had been invited already.’’

You are offended by his comment and frown. The selection is not a harem. One girl will be chosen. One. This is nothing like a harem. The taller man remains silent, his expression unreadable as a book in a foreign language you only heard in a dream.

Lady Aemma smiles and for a moment you believe her. You believe she is happy to see both. Until the corners of her mouth slightly begin to hang in displeasure or perhaps pure disgust when she greets the man.

‘’Prince Aegon.’’ You slowly lift your elbows again from the table, quickly sitting straight. ‘’Forgive me, you nor your brother were expected back so quickly.’’ Aegon, or rather prince Aegon approaches the long table with 35 young women that stare at him as if he is a statue that has come to life.

Aegon takes no offense. ‘’It is no matter, Lady Aemma.’’ He makes sure to put a little extra effort on the lady word. ‘’You are getting old, after all.’’ Lady Aemma turns her head so he can’t see her scowl, very subtly before looking at the selected girls again.

She speaks to you all. ‘’Girls, this is Prince Aegon, and Prince Aemond. Please stand up for them, and make a curtsy as is custom.’’ You all stand up before following her orders, making a curtsy or a bow.

Aegon seems to enjoy the attention when his brother remains in the background, unaware of your gaze slowly shifting from Aegon's eyes to his own. When he finally notices your gaze, he scowls. Your smile dies and you turn your gaze to the glass in front of you. Aemond and Aegon leave soon after that, having caused quite the uproar among the selected.

The girl a few chairs away from you speaks, her blue and gorgeous dress reveals she is from either the Arryn, or perhaps a Velyaron. ‘’Is Jace just as pretty as them?’’ She wonders, her voice a little sigh of a girl slowly falling in love.

Lady Aemma scowls at her, before insulting the girl. ‘’Prince Jacaerys to you, and have some self-respect and decorum.’’ A few girls giggle, but you don’t join this time as you take in the sad smile of the girl, clearly embarrassed.

Two months in the selection and you feel less like a failure every passing day. One day, when you are busy practicing the dance of the dragons, Lady Aemma returns from her walk. Several girls who have been practicing break up their dances, but you and your partner keep engaged in the dance. The girl was shy at first, keeping her movements stiff and ungracious, but after your encouraging smile and jokes about how you look like a parrot when you dance, she has loosened up and dances as if she is the most free and spirited girl out there. Her name is Maris. You and Maris smoothly glide over the dance floor, leaving jealous eyes behind. Not jealousy aimed at you, but at Maris or the bond you two have. Lady Aemma quietly walks over, her hands folded in front of her blue dress when she takes in the movements you and Maris make, faithful to the waltz.

She smiles, nodding in slight approval. You are shocked and you can tell that Maris is too. ‘’Good, especially you, Lady Baratheon. You are a natural.’’ To you, she does not utter a word but gives you a warning glare before turning her head to the other girls. You and Maris finally break up your dance so you can listen to what Lady Aemma has to say.

She sighs, deeply and very unbecoming of a lady, before speaking. ‘’Ladies, it is with great displeasure and my greatest fear that I must admit to myself, and you all, as adults, that you are finally ready to meet what could become your future family in law, as well his royal highness, prince Jacaerys Velyaron.’’ You hear Maris gasp, as well as other girls who giggle and mutter excitedly. Lady Aemma glares at one girl who lets out an excited cheer. ‘’Do not make me regret this.’’ She warns the girl in particular.

That evening, you are prepared to meet the royal family. You are put in a silver coloured dress with transparent sleeves, befitting your house colors. The other girls are dressed as well, each in another dress with a different model. When the selection started you all were giving a tailor, a handmaiden, a team of make-up artists and dressmakers.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t nervous to meet the royal family. They have a reputation for being intense people. They dislike outsiders joining their royal private circle, and for centuries banned people for even joining theirs. Now the rules have changed, and you are prepared for your meeting, hearing other girls talk with their teams.

Lady Floris Baratheon wears a dark black with gold gown, sleeveless with a huge diamond choker. Again, it would be a lie if you wouldn’t admit she wears it very well. She orders her maids to tighten her corset even more, before her small feet glide into her dark black heels.

You hear sniffs beside you, and turn your head to a gorgeous blonde crying girl in a red gown. Her make-up artist sighs. ‘’I can’t work like this. The girl keeps crying and it ruins the eyeliner I put on her.’’ Is he heartless? You feel conflicted as you take in her big puffy red eyes. She is upset.

The dressmaker does her best to comfort the girl, but fails miserably because of her annoyed glare and her tight pressed lips. ‘’You are ruining everything we worked so hard for with your tears.’’ She warns the girl.

That only makes the girl feel even more terrible. ‘’I don’t know. What if he hates this? What if he hates me?’’ Your chest tightens as you become worried about that too.

A woman with her gorgeous silver locks high up on a knot in the Valyrian style, approaches the girl, gently taking her hands into her own. ‘’He doesn’t know you, he can’t hate you yet.’’ She tells the girl, who slowly calms down because of this act of sincere genuine kindness. That is all she needed.

The girl continues giving her advice as you listen in on them, feeling terrible that you do so. ‘’Jacaerys is very kind, and takes his role and the selection very seriously. He will have a small talk with all of us. Just be yourself, Jace likes that the most.’’ She finally notices you listening in. Instead of glaring or snapping at you, she smiles. ‘’You look beautiful. Silver is your color.’’

You are speechless. The girl she helped, is not. ‘’Thank you, Lady Baela. You’re always very kind to me.’’ She sniffs. ‘’If my face wasn’t full of snot and ruined make-up, I’d hug you.’’

Lady Baela smiles, yet beams at the compliment before taking the girl’s hand. After Baela has cleaned her face for her, and put on a fresh layer of much less expressive make-up, she takes the girl by her hand. ‘’I’m simply speaking my truth, lady Dyana. Come, we’ll go in together. I met the royal family before. They are actually very nice.’’

Floris snaps her head to Baela, taking in her dark blue puffy gown as she scoffs, clearly hating the seahorses that are embroidered on it. ‘’Where the hell would a girl like you met the royals before?’’ She asks, her voice clearly jealous.

Baela smiles, sweetly. ‘’Be careful, Lady Floris. Green clashes with black.’’ She walks with Dyana to the people by the doors, to let them know they are ready. You smile, faintly until you notice Floris approaching you.

She takes in your plain silver dress. ‘’You’re the nameless girl.’’ That is one way to greet you.

You shrug. ‘’What if I am?’’

Floris sighs, deeply as if you are just stupid before giving you some friendly advice meant as a threat. ‘’Just don’t bother, dear. A prince like Jace wants a girl with a house, banners, and good men to fight his wars.’’

You might suck at dancing, at court manners, public speaking, but the history and the books? That is something you excel at. You turn your head. ‘’Lady Floris. Perhaps if you spent as much time with your nose in a book as you did making others feel miserable, you would know that the last time the Seven Kingdoms had a war was hundreds of years ago. I suggest you spent more time reading, no man likes a girl that can’t keep up with him.’’ A few girls overhear and giggle among themselves, as Floris becomes a dark shade of red. You let her be, before telling the crew you are ready as well.

You are let in at the same time as Dyana. You take a moment to take in the grand chandelier, dangling from the ceiling, the polished marble tiles and the buffet tables with delicious sweets and glasses of champagne. The curtains that cover the tall windows are in a red color with dark black details, and you hear a faint orchestra play an upbeat tune as the selected are paraded to the royal family.

You feel like you don’t belong here at all, suddenly. You and Dyana both approach the royal family. You will curtsy to every member, and when he has the time, Prince Jacaerys will formally meet his selected, making a conversation of about 3 minutes with every girl. You feel nervous, so you wonder how Lady Dyana is feeling. She must feel even worse. She is close to crying again. You wait for her to catch your glance. She finally looks at you, a little nervous and worried.

You wink at her, causing her to giggle loudly. The royals snap their heads in her direction, but Jace’s lips curl into an approving smile, before grinning back. Dyana makes a deep, beautiful curtsy for Jacaerys. He speaks to her, smiling as well, before likely asking what she was laughing about. Dyana nods to your direction and Jace follows her gaze to you. Jace nods as if he thanks you, before taking off with Dyana.

Your hand is grabbed and you are tugged out of the line by Lady Aemma. You smell her intense parfum as you are dragged to the side. ‘’I had hoped you learned by now.’’ She sighs, almost disappointed in you. She turns her body so she can look at you.

You blink, confused. ‘’Had learned what, Lady Aemma?’’ You ask, your voice soft. ‘’Dyana seemed nervous-’’

She grabs your shoulders, breaking protocol. ‘’These girls are not your friends, Y/N. They would throw you from the towers so they can hold Jace’s hand when he takes in your corpse. Every girl is here for herself. You should be too.’’ She warns you, but you are not angry. Just upset. Deep down, you know very well she is right. ‘’You are a sweet, genuine girl with a kind, gentle heart. It won’t lead you anywhere with this family. Take it from me. Kind girls, finish last.’’ She looks at King Viserys when speaking. ‘’If they reach the finish at all, that is.’’ You heard Floris once tell a story that Lady Aemma was a Queen once, but that Viserys degraded her because she could not deliver him a healthy child. Others say that Alicent used her dark magic on the king, breaking their relationship. So you don’t really know if there is truth to those rumors, and if so, how much truth.

‘’Come, Jacaerys is occupied, but the other members of the family must be greeted.’’ She takes you with her, walking you to the other members of the very well dressed royal family. ‘’May I present, Lady Y/N?’’ Princess Regent Rhaenyra is the first to address you.

Her dress takes your breath away, it is a dark black gown with red and golden details, but on her back are dragon wings. You drop in a low respectful curtsy before lowering your gaze. The princess smiles, approvingly before telling you to rise with a nod. ‘’My. Your dress is by far the simplest, but still the most beautiful out here. You must share your tailor with me.’’ She rambles excitedly. ‘’I love the little sparkles.’’ She seems like a sweet kind woman. You don’t understand why the media calls her cruel. ‘’And I saw what you did for your fellow selected. You have taken my interest, I don’t doubt you’ll hold Jacaerys soon as well.’’

You are brought before the king next, King Viserys. Aemma does not speak a single word, but you drop into another curtsy. The king speaks, and you worry for madness coming out. But it is far from madness. It is plain, true, as clear as a piece of well forged glass. ‘’It is a wonderful day, seeing a common girl grace the halls with the posture and decorum of a true born royal. Your kindness with the girl did not go unnoticed.’’ He speaks very kindly and you almost feel as if you are back at home again. He nods to Dyana who is now dancing with Jacaerys, in the waltz you practiced, not a care in the world. ‘’A ruler must have a kind heart, that beats for her people.’’

You are shocked and honored by his compliments. ‘’Y-your majesty, King Viserys. Your words honor me.’’ You speak, your voice touched by his kindness.

A sharp but elegant voice cuts in, interrupting you, protocol and the reality is brought back in. ‘’May I cut in?’’ A beautiful red haired woman in a dark green gown with sharp spikes smiles at you, and you know she is Queen Alicent.

Viserys nods, smiling as you gulp silently. ‘’Of course, dear. This is her majesty, Queen Alicent Hightower.’’ You make another deep curtsy, and you can’t understand why she is called a witch or worse in the media sometimes.

Alicent smiles at Aemma. Aemma smiles back, unchallenged. You can read rivalry and hatred in both their eyes. Until Alicent speaks. ‘’Surely your flock needs help? I’ll take over for you. She only needs to meet my sons and the little princes.’’ The flock, being selected girls. You feel insulted and a little frightened when Alicent takes you with her, not giving Aemma a chance to save you. She walks you to the two young adult men, no longer in leather and jeans, but in suit and tie. They look extraordinarily handsome, for sure. But you are not here for them.

Prince Aegon sighs, muttering to his brother how bored he is. Prince Aemond does not even respond, having his hands folded on the back of his suit jacket, and his good eye is aimed at you, and you alone as a bee in trance of a blooming flower. Aegon even waves his hand in front of Aemond’s good working eye, before Aemond snaps at him, likely telling him to behave. You find it wondrous how he is the youngest, yet act as the eldest.

Alicent presents you to her sons. ‘’Aemond, Aegon…’’ She glares at the latter, warning him with that. ‘’This is Lady Y/n.’’ You dip in another curtsy, smiling at both royals who do nothing to even acknowledge your existence.

The silence is painfully awkward as Alicent leaves. You speak, your voice soft and sincere. ‘’I am honored.’’

The eldest prince scoffs, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants. ‘’I imagine you would be.’’ You try to find your tongue, to say something sharp and witty but all that comes out is a very soft:

‘’Pardon?’’

Aegon laughs, gesturing around him. ‘’We are royalty, you are like a peasant. We are the lions, you are our gazelle.’’ You feel nauseous at that description, as if he can rip you to shreds.

You turn your head to the other prince who remains silent. The prince follows your gaze. ‘’Don’t talk to my brother, he is not very talkative. Unless you like to talk about ancient Dornish statues, or banter on endless debates about historic battles.’’ You would much rather be getting a drink, then to be in the crossfire between those two.

Aemond hisses, clearly a bit embarrassed in his rough voice. ‘’Aegon.’’

You see an opening. And so you take it. ‘’I quite like Dornish statues. My father is the patron of art conversionship in Sunspear.’’ Aegon bristles, scoffing when sipping his drink when Aemond looks at you as if he only sees you now for the first time. He sees the real you, for the first time. ‘’You do? You don’t…’’ He clears his throat. ‘’Find it boring?’’

Your father has been patron of persevering Dornish and other foreign cultural works, protecting it from greedy graverobbers and folks who think other people’s cultures belong in their own house. He makes sure the local museums display it, earn money from it and profit from it but most of all: That Dornish aritfacts remain in Dorne. Your dad does admirable work, some would call it boring, perhaps. But how else can you learn from history, if you don’t cherish and protect it?

Your words come blurting out, before you can stop them, quoting your father. ‘’Only a soul with little imagination would find history boring.’’ Aegon stops sipping his drink, looking at you with newfound interest. But Aemond has become absolutely silent, a smile on his pink soft lips.

You forgot yourself for a brief moment. These men are above you. ‘’I-..’’

The younger prince talks, his rough but soft voice leaving his mouth. ‘’I concur.’’ He nods, even. ‘’What is your favorite piece?’’ He brings his champagne glass to his lips before taking a sip.

You watch, before answering the question. ‘’It’s a cliche, but Nymeria’s statues, the ones that have been constructed by her family.’’ You tell him, with a dismissive little laugh.

The prince does not agree with you. ‘’Is it a cliche, or is it a classic?’’ You are dumbstruck at that comment, feeling all your wit leave your body. He smiles, reassuring that he does not find your interests stupid. And that is something no one else did before. He in fact, takes the bait and asks you things. ‘’The one’s at Sunspear or the one’s at Dornegarden? Of course, a lot of smaller statues have been build all over Dorne to honor her.’’ You are impressed by his knowledge.

You nod. Dornegarden is on your bucket list. ‘’Dornegarden’s are my favorite. The statues are so immensely huge, as if she is a goddess looking down at you.’’ You describe it the way your father described it to you.

Beyond his shyness you can see a small smile appearing, gentle as a first snowflake in november. ‘’Ah, I can see why you like her. She was clever, fierce and beautiful too.’’ You blush, unintended.

You know it is polite to ask, but part of you is dying to know. ‘’And yours?’’ Aemond opens his mouth but sadly, the pig that is his brother interrupts, ruining this precious moment and shutting Aemond up.

Aegon grins. ‘’He has a fascination for everything depressing, doomed and disastrous.’’ You try to think of a specific name that comes to mind. Isn’t all history depressing, dooming and disastrous, in certain ways?

‘’Oryn.’’ Aemond mumbles, quietly.

You hear it perfectly. If he were in a crowd of thousand screaming men, you would hear it just as clear. ‘’Oryn?’’ You find that an interesting intriguing choice.

Aemond nods, his silver hair going up and down.‘’Yeah.’’

‘’I like his statues.’’ You tell him. His temple was destroyed by his usurper, the king’s brother, when Oryn was cut in pieces. The foul king took Oryn’s wife as well.

The prince takes a bigger sip of his champagne, his body language suddenly tense and clearly distressed. ‘’You don’t have to lie to me. I know no one really gives a fuck about him.’’ He mutters as if he hates himself for caring as much as he does.

You step closer to the prince before speaking your truth. ‘’I’m not lying, his story is a tragedy but it doesn’t mean that the story isn’t worth telling. It has betrayal, brotherly love, devotion and romance. How can you not love it?’’ You bring out your smartphone from your handbag, showing Aemond a few photo’s your father sent on his recent travels. ‘’They found his grave recently. My dad was there when they cut the rock open.’’ Aemond’s mood changes back from sullen to excited, to impressed, yet still reserved.

‘’No way.’’ He murmurs, looking at the little screen as if it’s a diamond. ‘’Your father leads the expedition?’’ He sounds impressed, and you blush.

You know the Dornish would never. Too long, Westerosi grave robbers from the Crownlands have taken Dornish artifacts. ‘’No, the Dornish lead it themselves. Father simply is invited, because he protects the art faithfully. The Dornish have closed him in their hearts.’’

Aemond understands that, still his eyes are glued to your phone, taking in every detail on the dark photo. ‘’Oh, yes, of course.’’

He mutters to himself.‘’Where did they even find this?’’

You tell what your father told you. ‘’A farmer found it. Apparently his son was playing and saw a crack in a rock. They rolled the rock away, revealing a cave. Inside the cave, there was his tomb.’’ The rest of the world seems to fade when you and Aemond talk, the worries and fears of not fitting in miles away.

He grins, smiling, letting out a little chuckle. ‘’I love that. I doubt his brother knew of it. His supporters must have made it, after Oryn was slain.’’ His brother would be Prince Razar, the brother of Prince Oryn, and Princess Farya.

He is an Oryn supporter, so perhaps he likes to hear this as well. ‘’Dad says they found traces of Queen Farya. Flowers were left. They withered, but they are testing the remains. They think they already know it are Dornish daisies.’’ You tell him.

The simple grin he lets out does something to your heart. ‘’Her favorite, according to many poems out of that time.’’

You nod. ‘’Yes, exactly.’’

Aemond becomes a little more serious, still rambling on, happy to finally have found someone, anyone that listens. ‘’Do you think that she was even allowed to visit her brother’s grave? Or out of the palace?’’

You think deeply before speaking. You avoid his gaze. ‘’Perhaps in secret? When people are meant to be together…’’

He answers without missing a moment. ‘’They will find a way.’’ You smile at one another, both lost in each other’s eyes.

He breaks eye-contact, nodding to the phone. ‘’This is certainly amazing. Thank you for showing me this.’’

You take back your phone, putting it in the handbag. ‘’Have you ever been in Dorne, my Prince?’’ You wonder. Aemond seems to slightly blush.

He nods. ‘’Yes, many times. I go as often as my duties allow me.’’ You inwardly sigh, delighted. That must be so wonderful.

The prince then turns to look at you. ‘’And you?’’

You shrug, a little playing with your handbag.‘’It’s a heartwish of mine.’’ You confess.

Aegon makes a strange sound, startling you as if he is about to puke any moment. ‘’Give me a fucking bucket.’’ he comments, grumpily you both ignored him for so long. You feel embarrassed and mocked.

Aemond’s smile dies and he is back to hiding his emotions. ‘’Aegon, perhaps you can go get a drink?’’ He suggest, sweetly. Aegon nods, taking off. Once Aegon is gone, he turns to you. ‘’I apologize for him. We had such a lovely conversation and now its ruined.’’ You nod, but part of you is worried the conversation isn’t allowed.

You try to give him some advice, though. ‘’Don’t be. He is your brother, but you don’t control him.’’

He seems dumbstruck by those words, staring at his empty champagne glass. ‘’Hm. I’ve been apologizing for his behavior before I was old enough to walk.’’ He mutters.

You smile, faking a bit of a stern glare causing him to chuckle. ‘’Well, maybe you should stop apologizing.’’ You mean it. He is not responsible for Aegon.

The prince nods, as if you have given him a lot to think about. ‘’Maybe I should.’’

You notice the Prince, Jacaerys has joined you, listening in with his hands folded on his back. You notice the seahorse pin on his chest.‘’Ahum.’’

You dip in a curtsy. ‘’Your highness.’’

Jacaerys ignores you, staring at prince Aemond. ‘’Uncle.’’

‘’Nephew.’’

You notice another rivalry, unfolding right before your eyes. You wish to leave, right now.

Jacaerys speaks, his voice taunting but soft. ‘’Thank you for keeping Lady Y/n occupied when I spoke to the other ladies. It is her turn now, however.’’ Aemond lifts his chin as if he wants to speak, but changes his mind.

‘’Of course.’’ And with that, he lets you go. You turn on your heel, walking back to Aemond. ‘’It is always nice to talk with someone about history.’’ You thank him with that and smile. He doesn't smile. He does not even glance at you, anymore.

All you get is a vague, disinterested ‘’Hm.’’

The prince takes you with him, walking to the buffet before offering you a glass of champagne. ‘’Did he hurt you?’’

He casually asks between filling the glasses.

You are confused. ‘’Who?’’

He shrugs, as if it's obvious. ‘’Aemond?’’

You become even more confused. ‘’No?’’

Jace leans in a little closer. ‘’You must know, it is inappropriate for any selected to have another lover. It can lead to disqualification or worse, punishment.’’ He warns you, kindly of that. You know he does not mean to harm or threaten you.

You nod, thankful but you do want to clear things up.‘’I didn’t know that. But Prince Aemond and me only talked about Dornish statues.’’ Not very romantic, so why does your heart beat so fast?

Jacaerys scoff. ‘’Statues?’’ You can see that Aemond is likely the only history buff in his family. That must be lonely.

You smile, telling him the same thing you told Aemond. ‘’Yes, in Sunspear-’’

But this time, you get a deep sigh before Jace even rolls his eyes. ‘’Don’t you want to talk about something more exciting?’’ He suggests.

You feel as if you have been hit in the face. You feel rejected and foolish. ‘’Like what?’’

He shrugs. ‘’Most girls tell me of their house, or their horses.’’ Their horses? You hear yourself think, and its not a pleasant thought. How…dull? And all of them? You bet that Floris told them to bring it up.

You repeat after him. ‘’Horses?’’

‘’You don’t like horses?’’ He asks. Horses terrify you.

‘’I don’t dislike them.’’ You say and it's the truth. Horses are beautiful from a distance. You just don't want to ride them. Or talk about them. ‘’I don’t like talking about horses. I don’t want to have dull meaningless conversation with you.’’

Jace straightens his back. ‘’That is part of your job, should you become my queen.’’ You feel your lips hang in a sorrowful line and for the first time you wonder if this is what you really want.

Jace notices your mood change quickly. ‘’But it's alright. We can talk about something else too. What is your favorite sweet?’’

You nod, accepting his attempts at winning your heart. ‘’I like cupcakes.’’ Jacaerys takes a chocolate cupcake for you from the impressive cake stand, looking at it very briefly, inspecting it before handing it to you. ‘’These are my favorites. I have yet to taste anything else that taste as good as these.’’ That sounds promising. You clumsily bite the cupcake off, tasting the surprisingly good white chocolate filling. It tastes as good as he said it would, and your argument from earlier vanishes as snow that is basked in sunrays. ‘’It is really good.’’ You say, licking your fingers off when you think no one is watching. Jacaerys is amused by your actions, before slyly doing the same.

Jacaerys seems a bit nervous, before he sighs after you both have finished your cupcakes. ‘’I’m sorry for being a little mean about Aemond earlier. I’ve been hearing disturbing news about him and his brother. I don’t see you girls as my cattle or my livestock, but I do feel responsible. You are here under my roof, for me. You put up with etiquette and court rules for me, the very least I can do, is protect you from men that want to harm you.’’ You notice your gaze swift between Jace and Aemond, who is now talking with an unknown silver-haired woman in a luscious green gown. That must be Helaena.

You feel foolish you even entertained the prince that long, or talked with them. ‘’Do you think Aemond is that malicious?’’You wonder.

Jace does not need long to answer that question. ‘’I know he is. They both are. If you are important to me, he wants to destroy you.’’ You find that a little extreme but Jace’s stern glare tells you there is nothing funny about this. ‘’Just be careful, Y/N. That’s all I ask.’’ And you nod, obedient as a good girl would. But your gaze kept stealing peaks at the forbidden prince, however.

This is part one, for now.

I hope you all liked it

Its different than what i usually write.

Reblogs/comments are welcome!:))

#hotd #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond one eye #hotd x reader #hotd x you #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond fic #aemond fanfiction #hotd x oc #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen x reader

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demonsword586 · 4 months

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Leviathan Bloodshed story part 2

(Coudn't find any image to text function and tried a few apps,which somehow made this process even slower. Back to the old ways🥲. Again I apoligise for grammar mistakes,this is a lot of text,will try to fix it. Love you all!)

It felt like your mind was devided in two.

One side was saying 'There's no way Leviathan would want me first when he's in pain' and the other was shouting 'That doesn't matter right now.

And it looked like Leviathan was thinking the same way.

Mc: (Both of us...we're acting like we're bewitched.)

You felt a powerful impulse as though someone was dragging you by the neck towards Leviathan.

Violent desires like someone was pushing you back.

It was normally difficult to suppress that desire running rampant in your mind when you glanced at Leviathan,but that was nothing compared to now.

The awe and fear along with everything else you felt upon seeing Leviathan seemed to turn into excitment and paralized your mind.

Mc: (I want to touch him..right now..deeper...!!!)

Leviathan grabbed your arm as you bent over his face and kissed you ardently as though he read your mind.

The rusty smell of blood and Leviathan's sweet saliva mingled with yours.

Feeling so excited that you might black out from contact of narrow areas-lips on lips- you grabbed Leviathan's arm.

Leviathan: Urgh..!

Mc: Argh!

You escaped thepleasure and fever numbing your mind an you came back to your senses.

Mc: ( This is crazy! How could I think of doing that to a wonded person? I...Am so..)

(bg changes to card with Levi blushing and being sexy as)

Leviathan: Ha..

Mc: ..?

You thought Leviathan had moaned because you touched his wound,but you were wrong.

In fact,Leviathan felt pleasure from that stimulus and was excited.

Mc: (S-still,he's covered in wounds but if I touch him and his wounds get infected..)

Leviathan: You look like you're thinking about useless things.

Leviathan stroked your arm explicitdly with a hot palm.

His touch alone sent a surge of hard-pressed excitement through you,making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Your instincts yearned for Leviathan's touch and more.

Mc: ....I hope you don't feel hurt...Leviathan..

Leviathan: (glares at you a bit) That's not what I want.

Leviathan pressed you with his feverish voice,then held your waist with both hands.

Then,he lifted you up and sat you on his stomach.

Mc: ...?!

Leviathan: What I want right now isn't to not be in pain...

Leviathan: But solving myself out of this thirst-like excitment.

His boiling eyes seemed to say 'for that,it doesn't matter if it hurts'.

The heat completely unlocked the shallow conscience and guilt inside you.

You gave up trying to persuade Leviathan and yourself,and sat fully on top of his stomach.

Leviathan: Hn..

Leviathan moaned,but it wasn't only because his throbbing wounds were squashed.

Leviathan: It's hot...between your legs...

He reached out and grabbed the inside of your thighs.

Mc: Uhh...

You breathed hotly and bent over Leviathan.

There was a dark shadow under the gloomy,raining sky but Leviathan glowed under it alone.

He wasn't a wild devil like Mammon but manly,yet more beautiful than any woman.

It was understandable how much he was trying to maintain this simple beauty.

Careful not to press his wounds too hard,you licked the blood around them.

First,you licked the wounds on his cheeks,then the nape of his neck,and then his arms and chest.

Leviathan: Mmph..!

Leviathan trembled, maybe because his wounds throbbed,or out of pleasure from the slippery tongue.

His mouth opened,Leviathan watched you lick his body.

A tingling,aching,ticlking sensation. It was a strange sensation,which passed on to you as you were connected to Leviathan by excitment.

Mc: (Again...we're sharing excitment and senses...)

Thanks to that,you could feel that Leviathan was definetly aroused.

Mc: (I feel...stifled...)

Leviathan's eyes felt much too obstinate and sticky as he stared at you.

Feeling like his gaze was licking you, you licked Leviathan's wounds even more frantically.

Leviathan: Urgh...

Leviathan occasionally bent back and moaned as though he found it difficult to hold back his pleasure.

Thanks to that,his prominent uvula and collarbone were dizzying sight to behold, and you had to lick your own blood and spit-soaked lips in vain.

Just then Leviathan lowered his hand and pressed between your legs.

Mc: ...!

When Leviathan's hand pressed and rubbed you between your drenched legs,a wet sound seeped out of your pants.

The more greedily your lips licked Leviathan's wounds,the faster and more stubborn his hands became.

Both your breaths quickened at once.

Leviathan: Ha...ha...

Mc: Ahh...hnnn....

The wet sounds and moans heated each other's ears.

Leviathan's neck flinched and his wet hair shone.

(bg changes to card with Levi looking very breedable)

Leviathan scowled at the insatiable pleasure,and looked at you with beseeching eyes.

Before you knew it,he had reached down with a hand that wasn't between your legs and was touching the back of your bottom;he was touching himself...

The sensation of nakedness between your hip bones and the excitment on Leviathan's face as he felt himself doing it

Was something you had never felt before from any porn you had watched.

Leviathan: Even if you don't look atme that way,I know how you usually think of me.

Leviathan licked his lips,still slightly swollen from the kiss eariler,and chided you.

It was so point out that you were,as always,honest about your desires.

But Leviathan was also honest about his desires right now.

His penis was swelling more and more,it's hard tip pressed against your lower back while generating heat.

Mc: (This is a patient. This guy in front of me is a patient. But....what a dirty patient.)

Unable to hold yourself back,you bit Leviathan's chest.

Leviathan: Ugh...urgh...

The moment you sank your teeth into Leviathan's chest,you felt a tingling sensation in your own chest.

At that moment,Leviathan tried to raise his upperbody as though he coudn't get over his excitment,but-

Mc: I'm going to do it today.

You declared,laying Leviathan back down.

Leviathan was looking at you squarely in your eyes.

(bg changes to 😳)

The nape of his neck dripping with mixture of rain and sweat,red nipples peeking through his torn shirt,

The defiled abs and glowing,beautiful skin...

The visuals alone are already a bombardment of stimuli, the Leviathan's aggressive demeanor excited you even more.

Mc: ( I can't stand it...I want to see this mess of a devil,just me alone..!)

Riip!!!

(bg changes to ''oh he's fucked'')

When your heady excitment turned to aimless jelaousy,you coudn't control your violent impulses and ripped off Leviathan.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb spoilers #whb leviathan

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ducksbyday · 7 months

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HELLO TUMBLR PEOPLE,

Since QSMP is all about globalisation and learning about new cultures and countries, I think this is the perfect opportunity to tell people about most known MC RP series from the Netherlands, by assigning characters from the QSMP to kingdoms!

TLDR: The Kingdom (DDG) was a minecraft survival roleplay server. The server was devided into different kingdoms (hence the name) which were ruled and inhabited by A LOT of different Dutch-speaking creators. The first episode launched in 2012 and the series ended around 2021. It played out in a medieval-fantasy type setting with magic, Goblins/orcs/gods/dragons and a lot lot of war. Most kingdoms even had their own national anthem (or multiple).

vv WHO WOULD BE FROM WHERE vv

Recognised by their half black-stained skin, white glowing eyes and their extensive knowledge (and gift) of magic, the Empire was the main villain of the series. After forcefully being locked away in the Nether for decades, the civilisation made their way back to the surface with only one goal, revenge. Now with access to the Empire Wand, they quickly got damn good at it.

BBH - EMPIRE

I see Q!BBH as someone who could've been apart of this group, but having met someone allong the way that made him change his mind about wanting everything to perish. Due to that he had to flee from the Empire, since they would've never accepted him like that.

The only ally of the Empire. Jenava, also known as the desert rats, were violent and opressive people who underwent a ritual to gain the same power as the Empire. They had access to the Scripts of Jenava: documents kept very secretive, containing secrets about kingdoms, magic and curses. (also it's the kingdom with the best songs ngl.).

BAGI (+ tazercraft & Cellbit) - JENAVA

It wasn't uncommon for people (especially women) to attempt to escape from the kingdom of Jenava. The living conditions were terrible, for registered citizen but also for the natives (Kanta Tribo) who's land was forcefully taken (also later a civil war). I think Q!Bagi could've been one of the people who forcefully underwent the Empire ritual before running away to warn other kingdoms about the situation. Further, the kingdom had ownership of the most secure prison of the whole server ("Fort Forland, the prison island") which is a place Pac, Cellbit and Mike would've fit in perfectly.

Elementos, the kingdom of the Gods. In the story, the wife of King David (Eclypsa) passed away due to illness and became a deity, joining elementos. During the war between Entropia (her husbands kingdom) and Firjen, she sided with Firjen and gifted them 'The dragons of Bovisti', making Firjen "The kingdom of dragons".

FOOLISH - ELEMENTOS

Dragons, gods, a little betrayl and siding with the enemy for funsies. Foolish the totem god with a dragon base, Do I need to say more?

FOREVER - FENRIN

A island cursed hundreds of years ago, turning everyone into werewolves during full moons. They tend to keep to themselves. They used to be a part of the kingdom of Ljord, but fled and now peacefully live on their own, away from dragons and war (kinda).

ROIER - ENTROPIA

I don't really have a good reason for putting him here, it's just kinda a vibe.

Ah Entropia, the kingdom of capitalism and talking shit. With king David as their leader together with Queen/God Eclypsa their main stick was trade, being rich and doing wars. The statue of the Entropian Sword could be seen from miles away, imbedded with emeralds and other richments (making it a big eyesore for the powerhungry kingdom of Jenava). The king of this wonderful empire died once by the hands of the king of Firjen and his dragons. He was sent to Elementos to become a god, but refused because he is a little dumb and very stubborn.

With Roier putting stores all over the place and unnessicarily putting his egg in big danger, I think it's a good fit.

TUBBO & AYPIERRE - MALINO

The kingdom of goblins and mining. They lived in a gigantic hollowed out mountain, rarely coming up to the surface. They were the only kingdom (that I know about) that had a person assigned for redstone contraptions. Tubbo being the create boy with the gigantic tubhole would do well there in my opinion. Also Pierre (and perhaps Felps) would be a very respected citizen with his extensive knowledge of big holes.

ETOILES - THEROS

I personally know very little about Theros, except that they are known for their assassins and lack of kings/emperors. They dissapeared at some point and got taken over by a different kingdom (Magnos). I wish I could to this man more justice :'(

BAGHERA JONES & SLIMECICLE - ATLA

Probably the strangest of all the kingdoms, and also one of my personal favourites. Atla is a kingdom existing of multiple island, mostly known for worshipping chickens.

Their belief is in the two Chicken-gods Kiip & Kalf, together with the golden egg. Killing and eating chickens is illigal on the island, and the king is ready to start war on anyone who tries (besides that they're quite friendly tho :) ).

The golden egg is.. Well.. a large golden egg. It is believed that any attempt on damaging or stealing the egg will curse the person for eternity, giving them everlasting bad luck. This was evantually proven to be true, when Entropia used it to curse another kingdom (Krax).

I feel like Baghera could be a scholar from the island, perhaps a diplomat who'd travel to different kingdoms to exchange information and perhaps spread the good word.

Further, I see Charlie as one of the people that could pull the chicken=god trope of better than anyone. Also seeing the bad luck he's having on the QSMP, I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to take a little nibble of the shiny egg-statue.

I have a lot more people to assign and a lot of kingdoms not mentioned yet (like Kanta Tribo (a native tribe and arch-enemy of Jenava, Firjen, Ljord etc etc.. there were.. So many.). But this would go on for ages and ages so I'll cut it here for now LMAO

I hope you enjoyed this thread and learning something about Dutch youtube culture. It's a series I watched a lot when I was younger, and always seem to stumble back to. It was very well done and to this day one of my favourite things to watch/talk about.

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felinefractious · 2 months

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IT*Welcome Erotika

🐱 Exotic Shorthair

📸 Devid Ballari [Welcome]

🎨 Black

#photo #exotic #exotic shorthair #EXO #black #self #n #p: ballari #b: welcome

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aeferkssr · 1 year

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established relationship, fluffyyy, 608 wrds

xiao has always been very aloof, his resting bitch face of full display for everyone to see. he keeps to himself and is seldom seen with other people. his behaviour may seem to be self-centered to some, hence why people tend to avoid him. others may admire these traits but admire him from a distance since they fear that he is too good for them. but even then, people seem to be approaching him more and trying to get friendly with him. xiao was very aware of his distant nature and was confused about the sudden attention. little did he realise, that love tends to change one’s lifestyle. after realising this, he started to think about how exactly he carries himself:

— he starts putting more thought into his appearance. xiao never really cared about other’s opinions about him, they were allowed to think what they wanted after all. but when you two got together, her started to think more and more about what he wore. his usual black hoodie and sweats started to seem too laid back for you. on dates he dresses more consciously depending on where your going: something with a lighter colour for picnics, darker colours pick up heat more, something more dressy for dinner dates, and the like. he even devides to sport a tanktop while at home just to feel your lingering stares on his laid back appearance.

— his music genre changes. originally, he listened to anything with a good beat regardless of the genre. his main spotify playlist was 8 hours long with songs that ranged from cutesy jpop songs to hard metal. if anyone ever asked, he would just say that the beat is nice. but now, he finds himself listeneing to sings that remind him of you. either he listens to his secret playlist that he would rather die than have you find out about (a four hour playlist named ‘my joy, [ name ]’) or your spotify blend. whether he listens to music more than you or not, your accounts are linked by a duo plan. a small commitment before he is ready to make an even bigger one.

— he keeps better track of the time. it has been 7 hours and 47 minutes since the tattoo parlour has opened, one more hour until closing. the ride home will take 15 minutes, 20 is he has to weave his motorcycle through the 5 o’clock traffic. since todays a tuesday, you come home from school/work at around 6:20pm. before you get home, he likes to cook dinner and prepare your breakfast and lunch for the next day. its his week to do the laundry too, since you weren’t feeling so well last week he will have an early start on it while you eat. what should he cook when he comes home? he knows that you really like his fried rice so maybe he sho— his thoughts get interrupted by his boss, who is curious to know why he’s glaring at the clock like that.

— he's become more *ahem* needy. hold on, not that kind of needy. its more like the 'you need to be with me at every waking hour every single day or else i will explode' kind of needy. hes addicted to your affection, the way you call his name with pire adoration and love makes his stomach fill eith an endless amount of butterflies, the lingering touches and gazes you make adorn his face with an endearing red colour. he doesn’t want to be with you, he needs to be with you. and, oh, is he so glad that he is yours.

#twilighttheatre #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #xiao genshin x reader #xiao x reader fluff #xiao fluff #modern au

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alyshiba · 1 year

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Lilagon hen zaldrizoti

Prequel: the bethrotal

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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.

Author's note: Well, I feel bad for chapter 8, so I thought of treating yall with a Christsmas gift. This is a prequel to the main fic, set in episode 8. It will be devided in 2 parts, the other will be posted tomorrow. Consider it your Christmas Targryen dinner <3 Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it, Happy Hannukah (hope I wrote it correctly) to those who are celebrating it, and idk, enjoy this period of the year to those who do not celebrate anything, or who celebrate other things instead <3 Edit: This was alway supposed to be a one shot, I got cocky, thinking that I might turn it into a two, or three, chapters thing. Turns out I couldn't. So I'll repost the whole thing at it was meant to be originally.

Warning: violence and smut. This is your Chrismas smut.

When her family reached the main gate of the Red Keep she was still up in the air with Balerion. Her mother had traveled by ship, for her pregnancy prevented her from riding Syrax, and her siblings had elected to be with her, not to leave her alone. Still, Balerion was too much of a symbol of Targaryen legitimacy to be left on Dragonstone, so she and her father had decided to travel together on dragonback. The journey was quick, and easy, it was not what left a bad taste in her mouth, a sense of annoyance in her guts. She had told Daemon that landing outside the pit was not going to be a good idea, that unlike Caraxes, who was used to being occasionally housed in that wretched structure, Baleion hated it. With a passion. So when they landed, and one of the keepers foolishly waved his staff to convince her black mount to try and fit in the keep, her dragon just squished him under his paw. He looked at him, and if he had brows he would raise one in mock of the ant screaming at him, and just stomp his giant paw on the fool’s body.

She pitied the other keepers who had to scrap his remains out of the ground.

Daemon laughed, while conducting himself the Red Wyrm inside the pit, while she had to make up excuses. You stand too close, she had said, he cannot see you, you have to mind his size, and not run under his paws. And ultimately decided to mount back again in the saddle and take off, as a precaution, since she could clearly sense Balerion’s growing anger. All directed towards the place he had been chained to by Jahaerys for years, after his last rider’s horrible death.

When she felt Balerion calm down enough she bid him to find a place to land, somewhere he liked to nest. There must have been a place for him, somewhere Aegon, and Maegor after him, thought when planning the construction of the Red Keep. It appeared such a place was a sandy beach, just outside the walls of the Keep. There was a small path leading down to shore, a lot of steps, and above it a small wooden door. A passage, likely an escape tunnel, that probably led inside the keep.

The dark, tiny stone corridor led in the training yard. She heard it before she even saw it. She heard the clanging of swords, the occasional applause to a fight well fought.

She reached the yard to see not as many people as she expected to, the Kingsguard were there, some Lords, eager to see the princes, and her brothers, Jace and Luke, wandering towards the weapons stack. <<Nobody would question your place as heir to Driftmark, if we looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon and less..>> Luke paused, lowering his voice, <<like ser Harwin Strong>>. Her heart stopped for a second, in pain for her brothers. Where she wore the silver lock and purple eyes of house Targaryen, symbolizing her status as trueborn daughter of Ser Laenor, even if few knew better, her brothers bore the dark hair and dark eyes of their true father. Many times it was argued that it came from the Baratheon blood in them, from their grandmother Rhaenys, but everyone seemed to know.

<<You are a dragon>> She said to her brothers both, <<and dragons do not worry themself over the opinion of lesser creatures>> Jace agreed with her, patting the younger brother on the shoulder. <<You weren’t with Daemon>> He questioned, looking at her with a half grin, <> Jace laughed. Luke was horrified. Visenya huffed, and turned away towards the sounds of broken wood and fighting. A small crowd gathered in one corner of the yard, circling what surely must have been an interesting fight. Jace patted them both on the shoulders and bid his siblings to follow him in that direction. It took her a glimpse of long, straight silver hair for her to understand that perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea after all.

When they reached their destination she saw Criston Cole, the arrogant, smug Kingsguard she now knew to be the Queen’s sworn shield, swinging his morningstar at Aemond. Man had he grown. She remembered a time where he was maybe half his current stature, a timid boy picked on by the others. She admired him more than the fight, he was tall, and judging by the fact that he didn’t finch or fall when Cole’s morningstar hit his shield he must be strong. Very much so. She admired how fluidly his body moved, how his muscles flexed with deadly precision. How he was able to avoid the morningstar, shield now discarded and forgotten, so quickly, even with his injury. Aemond quickly spun, now facing them and Criston, so she could appreciate his defined lineaments, his sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and the large scar that graced one entire side of his face. He wore an eyepatch over the yee she knew he lost. She wondered if the eye was still there, or if it had been carved out. She wondered what it looked like, under the patch, was there a hole? Could she see the insides of his head ? Or has his eyelids been kept sewn shut ?

With the corner of her eye she saw how her brothers looked worried. It was no secret the hatred that Aemond bore towards them, Luke specifically. And seeing how deadly and skilled he had become, despite his injury, because of it, she realized. It was because he lacked half of his vision that he had to become so skilled with the sword, so better than anyone else. She could understand her brothers’ uneasiness. But she couldn’t help the throb in her core, the warmth that took a hold of that spot between her legs. The urge to press her thighs together to apply some pressure. She needed to go back to her chambers.

Cole looked tired, swinging his morningstar required a lot of strength, and Aemond was clever enough to let him do it, over and over again, until the knight was too exhausted to lucidly parry the young Prince’s attacks. It took Aemond one spin and one blow to be able to raise his sword to Cole’s neck. For a second she wished he would push the blade in the knight’s throat, see his blood being spilled.

She applauded the display alongside the other people gathered, her eyes trained on the one eyed Prince, <<well done my Prince>> said the Kingsguard between heavy breaths, <<you’ll win tourneys in no time>> but it was not on Cole that Aemond’s attention was anymore. She saw his eye finding her brothers first, <> he said. His voice was deep, deep and soft like velvet, <<nephews>> he finally said, addressing her brothers. Both Luke and Jace straightened their backs when their uncle spoke to them, <<have you come to train?>> there was a dark glimmer of excitement in the lilac orb of Aemond. She knew he wished for nothing more than to beat them up, probably both at the same time. Just to show his better skill, even with his one eye. Was she a terrible sister if she wished to see it? If she got aroused while her brothers were shamed by their uncle?

<<;Niece>> Called the same velvety voice, sweeter this time, not like honey or sugar, but like a sweet poison, it snapped her from her trance and cut clean the string of her thoughts, dirty thoughts. Aemond discarded his training sword and started to walk in her direction, she saw it in his eye that he decided to find new ways to hurt their brothers, <<your beauty is that of a goddess>> he delicately grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. It took everything in her not to laugh at his face. Visenya turned briefly and saw how Jace and Luke were barely containing themself, she felt Aemond’s grin on the soft skin of her hands. <<Have you come to spend time amongst true dragons?>> She was waiting for the insult, she knew it would come. She hummed, faking amusement at her uncle’s pun, <<this days a prefer.. stronger company, I fear, my beloved uncle>> she delicately slid her hand from his grip and started walking towards her brothers, and the inside of the keep. Where she knew their mother was waiting for them.

It didn’t take long before her walk was stopped, by Criston Cole this time, <<;Princess>> he bowed. It was more of an insult than a reverence, <> her blood boiled. That man had the ability to irate her like no other. She felt the fire, she wanted to breathe flames on his body and enjoy looking at him burning.

A thud, the ground and walls shaking, it was what kept her from responding. A low growl and a shadow who blocked the sun. Cirston’s face contorted in horror. The fear in eyes, the amusement badly hidden in Aemond’s. Her brothers’ grins. All of this fed the flames of her rage.

She kept her eyes in Cole’s dark orb, <> his body went rigid in memory, <> she enjoyed torture, the rage she knew he felt and couldn’t let out, <<or a son>> Visenya kept her eyes in Cole’s as she began to circle him, <<is that because of his injury, hmm>> she moved to his right side, his face snapping in her direction not live her stare, as if she could stab him any moment. She wished she could, <<or is it all the late nights you spent with his mother the Queen? Your.. devotion to her grace that compels you to take care of her children?>> She felt Aemond’s rage at the suggestion, and saw Cole’s cold sweat dripping down his neck. She was joking, she had no way of knowing what happened inside the keep while she was way on Dragonstone, but the sheer terror she could read in Criston’s eyes were indicators that somehow she hit a sore spot, <> she whispered in his ear, for him only to hear, <> her wild grin only grew when she saw his body tense and go rigid.

<<;Look at him>> Visenya said out loud, tilting her head towards the large dragon perched on the walls right in front of them. Everyone turned, not just Criston Cole and Aemond, not far behind, <<Balerion believes this walls and halls to be his>> she said for all to hear, <<he still vividly remembers when the Conqueror ordered the construction of this keep, when he made him breath fire on the pile of swords that compose the throne that belongs to my grandfather, he sees all of you as guests in his halls>> she said, looking at Aemond, <<and be mindful, dragons are rather territorial. History should tell you what he did to those who challenged his riders, what happened to Aenys’s brood>> she didn’t even need to mention Maegor’s name to stir fear in the hearts of the presents.

Balerion highlighted her words with a low growl, one that made most of the people in the yard scramble inside, <<if you care to remain in this world, Criston>> she refused to call him by his title of knight. He had forsaken his vow, even if her mother was the one guilty of instigating it. He could have left her in her room that kight, <<you should remember your place and how to properly address your superior. And who this halls will one day belong to.>>

She smirked noticing how Aemond looked uneasy, not at her display of power, he was grinning, he loved it she understood. Her gaze trailed down for a moment, it was his trousers who made him uncomfortable, too tight she knew. Visenya bit her bottom lip and left. She had to be in her room as soon as she could.

—

The next time they saw each other was in the throne room. It was packed with people, the entire royal family, the remaining Velaryons and everyone who was peasant at court, higher and lower Lords and Ladies. All anxiously awaiting to hear about the issue of the succession of Driftmark.

Criston Cole was nowhere to be seen.

<<Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds,>> Began the booming voice of the Hand. He was too comfortable in her grandfather’s throne, Visenya thought. It is a seat for dragons, not for a lesser born second son. <<We gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand I speak with the King’s Voice on this and all other matters>> She and Daemon sneered, at almost the same time. Rhaenyra glared at them both, but they couldn’t help themselves. How can such a second son to a lesser house pretend to speak with the voice of a dragon? She wanted to shout, how could he so blatantly disrespect his King’s wishes. The same King he so adamantly claimed to serve? She wanted to climb the steps and rip him out from the throne. To teach him a lesson. She felt her father’s hand on her elbow, silently telling her to calm down. To allow him to talk his nonsense.

<<The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins>> Claimed Lord Velaryon pleading his cause, <;<and not in mine?>> Visenya reached her point of break, the insults veiled in Vaemond’s speech too much to bear and stay silent.

The Lord turned, he looked at her, <<Am I not the first born daughter of Ser Laenor Velaryon? Tell, me Vaemond, how can a second brother overstep the offsprings of the firstborn son of Driftmark?>>

<<Your mother will have her chance to make her own petition, Princess>> Came the voice of Alicent Hightower, <<Do ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard>> Rhaenyra gripped her hand, pleading to stop. But Visenya was her father’s daughter, too much like Daemon to calmly wait out the storm.

<> She said turning her attention toward the Queen consort, <<it is courtesy enough given the insults spoken towards my mother, my father’s memory and towards his own brother>> she saw Otto Hightower’s grip on the throne’s handles tighten. She hoped it cut him.

<<The craven couldn’t wait for his own brother’s death to try and seize his title. I hear he didn’t even go to sit at Lord Corlys’ side once, such was his taste for power>> She continued, relentless, unforgiving, <<I wonder why Vaemond stood, unmoving, when the pirates attacked my grandfather’s ship. From atop Balerion I saw you cowardice, or rather your lust for power, as you stood motionless spectating your own brother’s fall>> She was at Vaemon’s side now, hearing the court’s whispers, <> Vaemond’s face was unreadable, too many emotions all at once were depicted on his face. <> She continued, <> kinslayer, was the word whispered in the hall, power hungry, man without honor. Visenya had reached her goal, Vaemond’s case, despite the favor of the greens, just crumbled, falling like the dry leaves on a tree's branches in autumn. Gone and forgotten like the cinders she left on the Stepstones, that once belonged to the thriarcy’s soldiers.

Viserys’s presence was anymore needed, yet her heart warmed at the sight of her grandfather come to defend his only daughter, as her mother confessed she had called her. She glanced once in the direction of her uncles, while her father helped the old King to sit on his throne. She disliked them. Not because of her mother’s and Alicent’s feud, or because of the rift in her family, she disliked them because not once in her life had they made her feel welcomed. She disliked Aegon, most of all, she hated his grin, and the light hand wave he gave her when he saw her looking. The sight of him repulsed her. The sight of his hands even more so.

Aemond had a grin on his face. She couldn’t know why, nor did she cared to. Then there was Helaena. Sweet Helaena, always lost in her world and her bugs.

Her trance was broken once again by the irritating voice of Vaemond Velaryon, <> the fool said, <<allow it?>> came the voice of Viserys. He was weaker than she ever saw him, his illness eating him away slowly. But even in that moment she saw the shadow of the dragon he was, the flames burning in the back of mind. She admired him, him and his strength, she couldn’t understand the strength it took him to get there despite his decaying body, the resilience in settling this matter once and for all.

The discussion went on, but she didn’t listen, she was focused on her mother’s hand gripping her wrist, on her silent plea to stay still and do nothing, to let the King settle the matter. To not act for once, like her father would.

< Vaemond said, a dead man standing, she grinned, <<say it>> Daemon whispered. Visenya grinned, savoring the chaos about to erupt.

She saw the fear in the eyes of Otto Hightower, fear for her father, and the resignation on the King's feature, he too knew his brother too well.

<<Her children are bastards!>> The corpse shouted, the King leaned over on his throne, the Queen held his breath and her uncles grinned, <<and she is a whore>> she wished she could be the one to end it.

It took one only precise swing to cut Vaemond's head in half, <<he can keep his tongue>> said Daemon to his brother, after he had called for the beheaded man’s tongue after the insult shouted.

The half of Vaemond’s head rolled at her feet, she kicked it and it rolled so that now it balanced on what was left of his skull, revealing the insides of it, <<empty, as I thought>> she proclaimed. Her father laughed. The Queen was disgusted, the King fed up, Aegon was petrified, poor Halaena was almost panicking, she felt terrible for her sweet aunt, and Aemond was almost excited. She wondered again what she could see from the hole in eye socket. She wondered if he wished to live with such impunity like her father, he dreamt of himself being in his shoes, with Luke instead of Vaemond. She wished to know what it felt like, possessing the strength to behead a man with such ease.

<<;Disarm him!>> shouted the hand, <;<no need>> sang her father, cleaning Darksister with his cloak.

Her mother let out a long breath, relieved and angered both. Visenya knew she hated when she and her father took harsh decisions without her counsel. But this was necessary and even she understood. Vaemond Velaryon could have been left to live after the accusation. Even if he was right to call them bastards.

<<Enough of this nonsense>> Came the weakening voice of Viserys, <<it warms my heart to see my family all reunited>> he couldn’t speak more than a few words before taking a break to breath, it was painful to see, <<we shall celebrate it with a feast tonight>> Visenya tried to remember the man she saw in her youth, the strong King she admired, who so kindly spent time with her as a child. Her and her brothers, never his other children she bitterly thought.

<<And to further unite our house>> He breathed, turning to look at her, oh no, she thought freezing under her grandfather’s gaze. She knew what he was about to say, and her parents too, she could see it in the way Rhaenyra’s grip tightened, in how her breaths were deeper. She saw it in Daemon’s hand gripping the hilt of Darksister, on his eyes of the brother he loved and loathed at the same time, <<come forward Visenya, my first grandchild>> she obeyed her king, she didn’t have any other choice. <<You are the image of my mother>> He smiled briefly, <<and of my father>> she knew little of Baelon and Alyssa, save that they both died before their time. Visenya returned her grandfather’s smile, despite the grip that took a hold of her stomach, <<willful and beautiful, and clever beyond your age>> she bowed in thanks. Yet the compliments didn’t ease the hold her stomach was in, nor did they make her accept easily what was about to happen.

He slowly turned towards his wife, his wife and her children. <<Aemond>> He called. She saw her uncle stiffen, and bow, and when Viserys signaled him to come closer he did so, quietly. There was no love in his lilac eye, no empathy for the suffering King on the throne, he was afraid maybe, but just because that man was his King. There was no love between Aemond and his father, and she found it deeply sad. <<My dear children, it is my wish to see you united in marriage>> Visenya was frozen in her spot, her arms limp on her sides, her mind filled with one thought, repeated over and over again, <<;to further unite our family, as it should be>>, she did not hear the rest of it. Visenya stood there, frozen like a statue, thinking that sooner rather than later she will belong to the man next to her. That he could do as he pleased with her, and her body. It was a terrifying thought.

When they arrived for dinner thankfully her uncles were still nowhere to be seen. She sat at the head of the table, close to her father who was still fuming from the events of the day.

He had spent the rest of the afternoon irate, screaming and throwing things left and right. Visenya however, just sat, she sat and watched her father’s ire, her mother’s worried face, and her brothers' angry expressions. She knew that sooner rather than later she had to marry, there was a time where she knew it would be in the family, a time when the rift between them wasn’t so large and irreparable, a time when she knew that her bond with Balerion was too important to House Targaryen for her to be sold to any other House.

And there was a time when she was content in that knowledge, when she told herself that at least she got to know her future husband better than any other Lady, his flaws and his character. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Now the prospect of wedding Aemond Targaryen terrified her. It terrified her because she would be forced in the viper's den, she would be forced to spend time with them, with Aegon.

She could not take her mother’s side once she was married, she could not support her, she would be expected to obey her husband. Her husband whom she knew hated her brother Luke and her family with every single fiber of his tall, muscular body. Her husband who, in the privacy of their chambers, could do everything he wished. Even slid her throat and eliminate her mother’s greatest weapon, the one reason the peace was holding. The one dragon that could end any and all rebellions by himself.

They entered moments before her grandfather. Aemond took the seat right in front of her, on the other side of the table. Never once did his eye leave her. She returned the gaze, unwilling to show fear, or to make him think that she would easily bow to his will.

Visenya stood, like everyone else, when guards came to bring the chair in which Viserysìs sat. His body was so weak that now even supporting itself was too great of a taks. The guards placed him in the center, between his daughter and his wife.

<<Prayer before we begin?>> Asked the weak voice of Alicent, she sneered like Daemon. And watched as everyone joined their hands. Hers remained on her lap. It was odd, however, to see Aemond’s head bow in prayer, the perfect image of a pious man. She wondered if he was really so religious, or if he was simply pleasing her mother.

<<May the smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long>> How big of a hypocrite could Alicent be? Did she not forget her contribution to those broken bonds? Did she not forget that it was her father, her son, her betrayal towards her mother’s friendship that generated this situation? <<And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the Gods give him rest>> Visenya turned towards her father, Daemon was suppressing a laugh. She bit her lips to avoid making a sound. Her mother glared her disapproval. They both turned to look down at their laps, to avoid showing their expression. To Vaemond Velaryon she thought, snickering. The audacity.

She raised her head once again, Aemond’s eye was still on her. Not her face though, no. Visenya grinned, he was staring at her body, at the low cut of her dress. ‘Aemond is a man’ Said her mother after Daemond had calmed enough to allow conversations to be had, ‘and your body is a weapon he cannot resist’ she supposed her mother was right. <<Aemond>> The old King called, his son snapped his head in the direction of the sound. Has Viserys ever cared to call his son ? How many times had Aemond heard his name coming from the lips of his father in the last nine years? <<Why are you seated so far from your future wife?>> She saw Alicent’s face drop, was he her favorite son ? It certainly looked like it, seeing how her expression hardened when Aemond stood from his chair. As if someone had sewered a limb from her body at that very moment. An important piece of information at least.

She turned to look at her father, he stiffened and glared at his brother. Do nothing she pleaded in her mind. Jace and Baela were ready to make space, but she moved first. The Princess slid her chair closer to her father, and gestured for the new chair to be placed at her side. She would avoid Daemon sitting in front of his nephew. Gods forbid giving Daemon a target for his ires.

Aemond sat without ceremonies, <<a toast, to the three young couples>> called the King. Everyone raised his glass. She saw her future husband stiffen, Visenya followed his gaze to see Aegon, whispering something to Jace.

It didn’t take long before Viserys was brought back to his chambers, his body could endure all so much. And the moment he left, all the toasts and wishes of good faith left with him. It was as if their family was starting to rot and decay like his body. A chill went down her spine, what would happen when they finally lost the one frail thing that binds them all together? Would war ensure the moment Viserys died?

In the end it started with a dance: she huffed when Jace stood and asked Helaena to dance with him. To her good soul it probably was an innocent act, to everyone else, a scorn to Aegon.

She saw a glare of anger in Aemond’s face, it was much more evident than in his brother’s. Visenya slid a hand on his thigh, his muscular, strong thigh. Aemond’s head snapped immediately in her direction. <<Helaena is a great dancer>> She said, he hummed, offering her his hand, a silent invitation to join the dances, the polite thing to do, <<oh no>> Visenya laughed, <;> she whispered. It worked, if the way he slowly swallowed his saliva was any indication, now his attention was going to be nowhere near her brothers, if she played well enough.

Her hand stayed on his thigh caressing it lightly, Aemond didn’t complain.

<<A final tribute>> Called Aegon, once his wife was returned to him, <<to my brother and his future wife>> Visenya’s free hand gazed at the knife on the side of the table, her betrothed saw, and so did her father. <<And to my nephews, all wise, handsome..>> She knew what he would say, she removed her hand from his thigh and grabbed the cup in front of her, <> then she felt Aemond’s hand, his big calloused hand on her leg. He grabbed the soft flesh of her thigh, probably in the vain hope that she would stay put and ignore the insult. Visenya grinned, crossing her legs and trapping her future husband’s hand too close to her core.

She leaned over, brushing her breasts on Aemond’s bicep, holding her cup high,<<and to you, my Lord Hightower>> She said, toasting towards Aegon, she acted before any of her brothers could do anything stupid. Daemon sneered, Aemond’s grip tightened, her mother pleaded her to stop with a look.

<<Look at me, niece, don’t I look like a Targaryen should?>> He said. Indeed he did, he had the silver hair and the purple eyes typical of their house. <<So do all the whores in Lys, yet none feel the urge to shout it out loud>> She laughed. Rhaenyra closed her eyes, Daemon laughed, her brothers grinned. The Hightowers looked horrified. Aemond’s hand gripped a bit tighter her soft flesh, she felt a shiver crawling towards her core.

Her mother then stood, to toast Alicent and her loyalty towards Viserys, to the unfaltering love she had shown him even in his sickness. Visenya supposed that it was due to the guilt she felt towards her childhood friend, to the friendship her marriage destroyed.

The dinner proceeded then, the table clearly divided in two apart from Aemond who unceremoniously stood, excusing himself for a moment.

She waited for what felt like a reasonable amount of time before standing herself, pretending she needed to use the privy. Visenya was never one to make her prey escape.

She strolled in the general direction of the bath, it was a small, dark room lit only by lanterns hung high on the stone floor. It wasn’t hard to spot Aemond’s tall figure, even in the dim light. She sneaked closer, inching towards his back. There was no mistaking what he was doing, given the rhythmic movements of his arm.

<<Isn’t this a sin?>> Visenya asked in the sweetest tone she could muster, while grabbing at his muscular arms. She felt his entire body stiffen, in embarrassment surely. The Princess pressed herself on his back, caressing her way down the curves of his arms, towards his big hands. <<Will your gods punish you still, if I am the one committing this sin?>> She mewled cupping his hands. Aemond groaned, letting his hands fall and allowing her to grip his hardened length.

Visenya started to stroke him, up and down. She couldn’t really see what she was doing, with her face pressed on his shoulder, but he could feel the smooth skin of his member, the almost imperceptible movements of his hips, back and forth, his labored breaths. <<Were you thinking of me?>> She asked, the only reply she got was a low moan that sent shivers down her spine.

<<When we will be married>> Aemond finally said, between groans and moans, she took note of her hands becoming wetter, as did her core, <> she laughed, and willed her hands to move faster.

It didn’t take long for him to finish, which left her with tacky, wet hands, and a wet, needy cunt.

<<When we are married>> Visenya said, reaching the water basin to wash away that annoying feeling from her hands, <<;I shall bite your cock off>> she wondered how terrible it might feel, that wetness, tackiness, not on her fingers but on her inner thigh. It was not something she would love to, Visenya decided.<<We will see>> Whispered Aemond in her ear, right before disappearing in the darkness.

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whimsigothic-tips · 1 year

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Hello!

Any tips for the whimsigoth aesthetic on a budget? It's really cool and I'd love to do it, but also I don't have a whole lot of cash to revamp my entire style immediately lol.

Whimsigoth on a Budget

my biggest tip is honesty to GO TO THE GOODWILL BINS or something similar to them!

also, more than likely, you will have family members who have pieces from the 90s and 2000s that align with the style perfectly, so ask to see any old clothes that they might be getting rid of

upcycling your old clothes is a great option, and they can easily be transformed with just a few changes. bleach, fabric dye, fabric paint, safety pins, and ribbon are your friends!

accessories can also completely change up your look with the clothes you already have, and my suggestions for that are: pile on as much jewelry as possible (WAY more than what seems reasonable), try wearing a little bandana headscarf, grab a tote bag, put on some small sunglasses, and find a chunkier pair of boots or shoes.

experiment with your appearance and try out some of those spiky 2000s updos, wear sparkly or brown eyeshadow, find a cheap brown-ish lipstick, paint your nails jewel tones, black, sparkly colors

if you do devide to buy any new pieces, your top priorities should definitely be maxi/midi dresses and skirts, lacy camisoles/tank tops, a pair of chunky boots, and some kind of jacket/overshirt/cardigan wear to open

that's about all you need to be the whimsigothic/witchy character of your dreams!

p.s. the key to getting the funky spiky 2000s hairstyles is just using sooo many hairclips and bobby pins, and there are tutorials for them almost anywhere on the internet

- love, jess

#whimsigothic tips #whimsigothic #90s #witchy #whimsygoth #whimsigoth #2000s

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theseretoningoblin · 6 months

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NO DEATH APOC BIRD GUIDE (but fancier)

So first off you gotta train up all your agents, try to get as many full ex as possible. I personally use the save agents mod, (I love my nuggets and I can’t possible part with them ;-;) which allows surviving agents to carry over on day 1 resets.

If you have any agents that aren’t all ex, or have bad armor, don’t have them out.

The best way imo to train Giga chads is to abuse the mirror, use lob points or a good training abno and level up all stats but Justice (if buying) or whatever stat is easy to level up, (if leveling normally) then mirror em and repeat. Build your facility around good gifts and try to not have too many troublesome abnos for your apoc fight. Once you are ready, devide your agents by attack type. Have all your agents stationed in groups in the elevators, (if you have any especially troublesome abnos, I recommend stationing a small group of your best agents near them) and send a fast agent to spam work with the birds until they fuck shit up. Once the fight starts, send groups of agents after the eggs based off of weaknesses

(Try to kill long arms first, that will let you pause time again)

Small beak

HEALS FROM RED DMG

Endures white and pale dmg

Weak to black dmg

Long arms

HEALS FROM PALE DMG

Endures the other three

Big eyes

HEALS FROM BLACK

Weak to white

Endures pale and red

It’s very important that you don’t send an agent that can heal it, hence why deviding by attack type is so important.

Attack an egg when the bird isn’t in the room, watch your other agents to make sure they aren’t gonna die from smn else, and just send everyone out of a room when the bird appears. I think sometimes the eggs don’t all spawn at once, so if you don’t see long arms you may need to kill another egg first.

If you can kill long arms with no casualties, you have basically Alr won. Just continue on carefully and you will kill it easy.

It will probably take you a few times, but it’s honestly not a very hard fight, it just requires good prep and a bit of patience.

@soundsofastar I give thee my knowledge but fancier

#give me your seretonin #lobotomy corp #lobotomy corporation #lobcorp #project moon #limbus company #apocalypse bird #lobcorp tips #how to cyber bully a rather large bird

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darknadaworld · 5 months

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Funfact:

Flowardin people used to be devided into two tribes.

The Florune tribe ( most of them are witches ,mainly they're all evil and/or chaotic . They grow thanks to moon light). One from which the black Dahlia and Rosethorn's mom actually are .

And The Soleur group(most are pacifist people who just enjoy gardening much, and they grow thanks to sunlight) the one where King Dandelion is mainly from.

Basically the two groups were united at some point . Except a LITTLE minority of the Florune tribe .(yeah like the black Dahlia)

SOOOOO uh both of Rosethorn and Lily have mixed blood and powers from both groups.

Also Rose got the edgy evil goth genes OOP lol it runs in the family

#darknoverse talks #thorns of origins #the black dahlia #prince rosethorn #princess lily #flowardin kingdom

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eleni-cherie · 1 year

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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- chapter 1.7

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Barranquilla, Columbia

After weeks of other circumstances interrupting their initial plan, they had eventually found their way to Columbia where the last clue had let them to.

'Los Ladrones' was the name of a beach in a big forest area right next to Barranquilla. The Rio Magdalena deviding the city from it. Big lakes and swamps filling the well vegetated area. And north-east of it in the middle of a lake, there was 'Isla de Corazón'.

However, they hadn't been able to come too far, when unexpected visitors having distracting them once again. Although perhaps they should've foreseen them not leaving them alone for too long.

"I see eight." Jimin lowered the binoculars and sat up from his laying position. Propping his back against a rock. "How did they even find out?"

"Maybe you told them when they drugged you?" Yoongi shrugged, also lowering his binoculars. Glancing at him with raised brows to which the younger guy frowned. Becoming insecure about himself for a moment. "You think so?"

"Maybe, who knows. I wouldn't blame you though."

Honestly, he didn't remember doing anything like that. He did remember offering the info in exchange of them dropping the 'job', but since Kir had refused, he hadn't revealed this information. As far as he remembered. After all, his memories went blank when it came to anything after that pill she had initially given him.

"I also count eight men," Taehyung mumbled then, zooming in more, "No, actually ten."

Another loud explosion went off in the distance. Smoke rising among plants. They frowned at the sight of it. "These idiots are just using explosives anywhere huh?"

"I knew even pops wouldn't be able keeping them locked up for too long," Arabella sighed, "Their mates probably helped them escape. They always got backup plans."

She snatched the binoculars from Taehyung then, earning a groan from him. However, she got curious and also wanted to see what was going on exactly. Zooming into the large group of black-dressed people when her eyes fell on a particular person. Her brows knitting together as she kept herself from gasping. "Is this - is this the woman you were talking about?"

"Yeah," Jimin responded, hand gliding through his hair at the unpleasent memory. "Her name's-"

"Kir, I know."

"Oh, you know her?" He didn't know why he sounded so surprised. After all it wasn't the first time she had recognised someone of them. After all, she had spent a large part of her life as one of them. And yet, when he noticed Arabella's jaw clenching at his question, he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it.

"Yeah, I remember her," she eventually spoke up. She swallowed hard then as a flood of memories ran in front of her mind's eye.'From now on, you don't have a family. You don't have anything.' - It was hard to forget someone like that.

Lowering the binoculars, she handed them back to Taehyung. Absentmindedly staring to the direction of their opponents, then at her silver bracelet and Jimin eyed her worried, noticing the drop in her expression.

"The only good thing is they haven't reached the right area yet." He nodded at Yoongi's remark, averting his eyes from Arabella. He stood up then, offering his hands to his friends to pull themselves up. "They're close though, so let's keep moving before they do."

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'Heart-Island', which sadly wasn't heart-shaped nor had anything else that would indicate the choice of its name, was as it seemed, just some kind of entrance. A deep cave leading them subterranean into catacombs, with the occasional sounds of explosions and small quakes accompanying them. Meaning Kir and her men weren't too far away from their position and nearing them faster than they had expected.

"Creepy pirate statues - check. Carved stairs - check. I think it's save to say we're in a pirate cave," Taehyung chuckled as they climbed down the stairs.

The rocky ground and narrow paths making it difficult at some parts, but they continued past chasms and pointy rocks until reaching a dead-end. Reaching a wall with a small hole on one side. It looked like you were supposed to put your hand in it, so Jimin reached inside and frisked around. "A little slimy but.. there's a lever."

"Then give it a pull."

He frowned at Taehyung. "It might be a trap!"

"So what?"

"I'll lose a hand??"

His friend grinned. "So we'll get you a nice hook. Like a real pirate."

Yoongi and Arabella couldn't help but stifle a laugh at this, contrary to Jimin who was quite unamused by that option. Shooting him a dead glare.

"Just give it a pull already," Yoongi complained then, getting tired and inpatient of standing there instead of continuing.

The younger guy rolled his eyes. "Nice hook.." he repeated Taehyung's words under his breath, peeking at Arabella who was staring at him with expecting eyes. And he gulped. Eventually doing as he was told with a shaky sigh. "Alright, I'll give it a go."

Thankfully pulling the lever didn't cost him his hand. The only thing that happened was the wall giving in, revealing a door which they entered. On the other side being another wall with an imposing looking contraption, giant stone-wheel and chains running from it to cogs, blocking their way anew.

'For those proven worthy, the treasure awaits. For those who prove false, behold your grim fate.' Arabella read out loudly the inscription on a pillar.

"Oh great, another puzzle," Taehyung mumbled under his breath, taking a closer look on it. There was another hole in the wall with probably another lever inside. This one clearly being a trap this time. Obviously, otherwise there wouldn't be that big contraption next to it. His eyes caught something like a string hanging out of the hole and without thinking much, he pulled at it. An eery scratching echoing came from behing the wheel then, flowing through the cave.

"Taehyung, what the fuck!" Arabella exclaimed panicked, taking a step back and went behind Jimin - who really took pride of that.

"What?" Taehyung rolled his eyes and shrugged then. "Suck it and see."

Another clicking noise was heard then, getting everyone's attention back.

"Are we gonna die now?" Yoongi nervously joked, looking around to see if there was any sign of danger. The grip on his sword tightening. However, all their worries seemed redudant, at least for now, because nothing seemed to happen after all. Only the inner wheels of the mechanism turned, revealing symbols on the stone-wheel.

Taehyung took a step forward, inspecting them from his lower position. "Okay, these are clearly the zodiac signs of someone, but who?"

Arabella shrugged as she stepped forward to take a look at them as well. "I'd go with the one who hid the treasure here in the first place - Anne Bonney."

"That'd be one. But whose are the others?"

"Calico Cat's and Mary Read's, obviously," Jimin said then. "Does anyone remember which belongs to who though?"

They looked at each other, shaking heads. "I did read their birth dates when we first researched about them, but I forgot," Taehyung admitted shyly, scratching his neck. Yoongi sighed then, taking a small notebook out from the back of his pocket. "I knew noting down would be helpful.." He browsed inside, stopping at a page then. "Oh! Anne's was one day before mine."

"So pisces like you," Jimin remarked with a smirk, which the older guy chose to ignore. Continuing, "Jack's was 26th December."

"Oh!" Taehyung exclaimed enthusiastically then, "A capricorn, like me!"

"And Mary's.. unknown."

Arabella snorted sarcastically. "Like mine."

They exchanged a glance. The coincidence quite astonishing, and a little bit creepy, in a way.

"Well, that makes me the misfit, I guess," Jimin laughed under his breath. Redirecting his focus on the cypher. "But that means the pisces one should be on top. The capricorn on the right and.. the third one's.. a taurus?"

"Maybe Mary was a taurus after all."

"When did Mary die?" Arabella asked then, looking at Yoongi who quickly checked his notes.

"28th April."

She hummed, making a thinking expression which Jimin couldn't help but find incredibly attractive. "That'd be taurus. Perhaps she took her date of death instead?"

"Possible."

"My smart girl," Jimin grinned, making her blush for a moment before she waved him off.

"Anyway," Taehyung said then, taking a glance at the wheel again. "The signs are in the wrong positions."

He walked up to the cogwheels then, noticing a handle on them which he simply spun. And indeed, by turning them he rotated the puzzle wheels until reaching the correct positions. It clicked again. Everyone waiting expectingly.

"Is it solved now?" Arabella asked confused.

"Not sure.."

"Well, there's only one way to find out. Someone has to pull the lever in the hole there," Yoongi said, pointing at it. To which Jimin shot him an annoyed look. "And with 'someone' you mean me."

"Obviously."

Dragging a sigh, Jimin walked up to the hole. Taking a deep breath then, trying to trust in them and their puzzle solving skills. "Here goes my hand," he nervously chuckled before pulling it. The wall around it giving in again, revealing an exit much to his relief. And they left the area and walked into a cavern.

Sunlight illuminating it from its open end, sea water flowing in there as well. Creating a bay inside the cavern. It seemed like the underground path had led them all the way from the forest to the shore. And as they neared the edge of the cliff they were standing on, their eyes grew wide.

There it was, the ship.

Another explosion above them interrupting their awe, shaking the ground above them. The others were also near.

"Let's go."

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👑The girl in the silver dress👑New version (Prt 3) (prt 1 here) (Prt 2 here)

Aemond x reader

Tags: Fluffish, royalty, modernroyalty, theselection

Cool devider credits: firefly graphics

🔷Summary: You are invited to become a selected girl for Prince Jacaerys's selection. You never thought you would fall for his uncle, prince Aemond instead.

🔷Author's note: Based on the books by Kiera Cass, but reading them is not required.

🔷Wordcount :3464

🔷Warnings: Non apply

TAGLIST: @connorsui @lportes-22 @thisaccountisrandomsstuff @nikkitc0703 @lijeno

Months have passed since the ball. Yet you still can feel your heart be ripped in two. Aemond has not bothered to come back for you, believing he is somehow doing you a favor by staying away. You wonder if he is doing alright. You should be furious, angry, perhaps take revenge and sleep with other men but….

Part of you knows Aemond too well to even do that. He genuinely believed he did the right thing. The good thing, by leaving and setting you free, so you could become the Queen. But what is a crown over true love? How can you rule over countless people if it is not the man of your dreams by your side, making the horrible choices so worth it, just because you’ll make that choice together? What is the future if you can’t spend it by his side? What is a golden cage if you can live with him in freedom? And why would you care about being Queen, when you could just be the woman he loves?

Tonight, you all will be interviewed by the press, a common occurrence so the people of Westeros will know you a bit better, perhaps you’ll become someone’s favorite.

Your make-up team works on your eyeliner, black with silver small tiny glitters. They put gloss on your lips and put your hair up, so the silver necklace around your neck speaks volumes. Baela is already done with her dress, and has taken time to chat with you about Aemond. She has become a close friend of yours in the past months, together with Dyana. You form an alliance with both, against Floris and even Queen Alicent. ‘’He loved me, he said so in his letter.’’ You tell Baela when she asks if Aemond wasn’t playing a fucked up little game. ‘’I’ve seen the man behind the mask when I am near him, Baela. It can’t have been a act.’’

Floris approaches in her black swan feather dress, glancing down at you with great enjoyment of your misery. ‘’Well, Queen Alicent has already said Aemond won’t be coming back from Dorne anytime soon. So, have fun being depressed and disappointed.’’ Alicent likely told Floris that in confidence but Floris takes any chance to make you feel miserable.

Dyana wears a gorgeous red gown and approaches Floris rapidly. She puts her hands on her hips and you and Baela know Dyana has had it with Floris. ‘’Just like your father was when you came in-'’ You see Baela gasp when Dyana opens her mouth, and the last 15 remaining girls listen with their breaths hold in. But you speak up, forcing her to remain calm, grabbing her hand and dragging her back before she can claw out Dyana’s eye.

‘’Don’t stoop to her level, Dy. She is not worth our anger or energy. She craves attention, so she seeks it.’’ Dy nods, before moving back to her chair. Floris scoffs at you three before she and her minions let the tv crew know they are ready.

After watching the other girls excel with their questions, the same questions time after time, you think you are prepared for whatever they may throw at you. You sit down in the comfortable chair, your legs crossed.

The first question is about your first meeting with the prince. The interviewer smiles, but her eyes tell books. ‘’Everyone knows you are a common-born girl. Do you think the reason you are still here is because of favoritism?’’ You first gawk at her, attacked and offended. Until you see the chance to clap back. And you will.

You speak from your heart but you can’t ignore the sting as if you betray Aemond. ‘’Frankly, I believe Prince Jacaerys is quite taken with me, and his opinion matters more than what a small crowd chooses to say about me.’’

Her eyebrows rise and this time she is the one who lost her tongue, clearly fumbling over cards to find a good other hostile question. ‘’Do you think you would make a good queen? How would someone as commonborn as you even lead the country?’’

A fair jab, but you are done playing fair. You will come at her with everything you got. ‘’I think us commoners know more about the country than the nobility ever will. We are the ants, carrying the crown. I hope to make life better for all civilians of the Seven Kingdoms, not just the commoners or the nobility. I hope to be a ruler. Not a decoration on a shelf.’’

The woman is seething with rage at your composed sweet answers. ‘’That was my final question.’’ You blink innocently and surprised.

‘’Was it? You seem to have forgotten to ask me the questions you asked all the other girls. Perhaps you need a break.’’ You suggest, sweetly. A few chuckles erupt among the selected.

The interviewer is removed by Lady Aemma before getting a firm talking to off screen. You stand up from the chair and sigh deeply. That went as horrible as could be. The only thing that would have made it worse would be questions about Aemond. You saw her cards, they were on there. Yet she kept from asking. Odd. And someone is working on getting you removed, someone very high up.

The next major event is the Halloween masquerade. Only 10 girls remain, including you. Jacaerys has been nothing but kind to you, treating you as a true lady whenever you are around him. Floris and four other girls are now under Alicent’s wing. You used to be jealous that she had selected clear favorites. Yet none of that matters. Jacaerys has only eyes for you.

Prince Jacaerys dances with you, under the great chandelier. All those months practicing with the waltzes and dances have finally paid off as you smoothly follow his movements as if you are two body pieces belonging to one soul.

But alas, despite him having you made his favorite, you remain a pawn in a game. And a game has rules, no matter how unfair. Jacaerys ends the dance with a respectful bow before moving to Lady Baela, a sweet kind girl you’ve come to know very well.

You take a glass of champagne, before sitting down on a chair, lost in thought. You’ve been here for months. You miss Aemond, of course you do.

At some point you lost track of Baela and Jace. They must be getting more champagne. A servant loyal to Jacaerys whispers in your ear that you must come to the library. The prince has a surprise for you.

You enter the library not much later. A masked figure stands with his back to you, a black hood covering his hair. ‘’Jace?’’ You ask, before approaching him. Jace does not answer you, instead he grabs you by your hips and drags your body closer until you both collide. Your chin is grabbed and he kisses you fiercely before exhaling deeply, sniffing the perfume on your skin.

This is improper. You must stop this. Jacaerys and you are not married, this is the selection. This is not fair to the others.

You gasp, as you remove the mask and look into blue eyes, not brown ones. Aemond silently brings his fingers to your lips before slowly bringing his face back to yours. The worst part is, you let him. You welcome him. Your lips find his soft pink lips, gently moving against his lips until the movements become rough as if he is trying to hurt you. ‘’Y/n,’’ he murmurs against your lips, leaving kisses on your skin. ‘’I’m sorry. I honor the traditions, normally. But I can’t stay away from you.’’ He mutters. You kiss his lips again.

But you look into his eyes. ‘’We’ll make our own traditions.’’ You promise him, hot tears running down your cheeks of pure joy. He kisses you again, much slower and softer as if he wants to savor every moment of this. Aemond murmurs against your lips and you become lost in the passion and the love you feel for one another. You tug at his tie but he shakes his head, before leaning in and whispering in your ear. ‘’I don’t want you to become a secret, or a scandal. I will ask my nephew, and my father for permission.’’ He searches in his pocket for a small rock shaped box and opens the lid, before sinking to one knee and grabbing your hand. Lady Aemma enters the room, holding a smartphone so she can film this wonderful moment as tears sting your eyes.

He is proposing. He is asking you to become his wife. ‘’Lady Y/n, queen of my heart, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, my equal, and may I bring you under my protection?’’ A small ring with gold and a clear sapphire smiles at you, and you see dreams and hopes in Aemond’s eyes.

You smile. You wait for him to stand, and nearly slam the ring out of his hands before you kiss him again. ‘’Yes, yes, a dozens times yes.’’

Aemond grins, picking you up from the ground, spinning you around when kissing you. Lady Aemma makes herself known again, gently clearing her throat, but her eyes are misty with tears. ‘’I’m afraid there is a matter of permission. A royal marriage can only exist with the blessing of the king.’

The king has been feeling ill lately. He has taken to bed and refuses to leave for anyone. Queen Alicent rules in his stead, as a faithful wife would. You and Aemond rush past ladies, princes, nobles and paparazzi, hand in hand, clearly smitten as your feet go as fast as you can go. Paparazzi quickly turn their camera’s to you both, but all they get is a messy blurry picture, that is how fast you both are walking. Finally, you reach the rooms of the king.

Queen Alicent sits by his bedside, faithfully reading him the newspaper. She turns around when she sees you both, and you drop into a curtsy. ‘’What are you both doing here?’’ She asks.

Aemond clears his throat, before sitting down on his father’s bed. ‘’Father, I’m sorry. I know you told me I should always follow duty, and that the crown requires sacrifice.’’ He did? King Viserys avoids your eyes and you understand he was behind Aemond’s sudden departure. You cross your arms over your chest.

‘’I did.’’ The king confesses, a bit grumpy.

Aemond gestures for you to come closer, so you do. He takes hold of your hands. ‘’But my path to duty led me to Y/N. She makes me feel things I never felt before. She is the love of my life, Father. I know you both sent me away to Dorne to forget her, but I know by now: No one will ever compare or come close to her. She is all I ever wanted, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. If I have to give up my titles, so be it.’’ He declares, firmly.

Viserys coughs, before smiling at you both. ‘’Aemond, come here my boy. I know I've been a horrible father to you and my other children.’’ You look away, not sure you were meant to hear this.

‘’Yes.’’ Aemond says, agreeing without missing a beat.

Viserys looks at you. ‘’But I'm going to ask you this once, my boy. Do you love that girl?’’ Your heart beats faster and faster and you are afraid it might stop.

Aemond looks at you when speaking, nodding. ‘’I feel alive when she is with me. Like everything is possible and she makes me whole in ways I used to be broken.’’ Viserys nods.

‘’Then who am I to deny you both? Go, be happy, my boy. You always have been meant for it.’’ Aemond nods, pretending to not tear up, but even you have teary eyes watching this reunion.

This is nice, but there is one other obstacle. Jacaerys. You belonged to his selection. To go with another man is treason. ‘’Jace, of course, I will ask-’’ Aemond is interrupted as the doors open and Jace himself enters with Lady Aemma close behind.

Jacaerys holds up his hands, silencing Aemond. ‘’You don’t have to, Aemond.’’ He turns to the king before speaking. ’I've seen it for myself, Grandsire. Y/n and Aemond are two parts of one soul. We must not keep them separated. They belong to one another.’’

Alicent looks concerned. ‘’But what will the media say?’’ She is right. They have not been kind to you.

Viserys grins. ‘’They can say whatever they like. Y/n will become Aemond's wife, a princess of house Targaryen. They will learn to mind their tongues over time.’’ You hope so, at least.

Aemond turns to his mother. ‘’Do I have both your blessings? May we marry?’’ He asks, hopeful.

Alicent looks you over, and you wonder how much she secretly hates you. She smiles, before touching her son’s forehead, kissing it. ‘’Your happiness is all that I ever wanted for you, Aemond. Go find it with your wife.’’ And just like that, a nightmare ends and a dream is born. Aemond kisses your lips, not giving a damn about the audience that is present.

The first moment with the press is there, the engagement photoshoot. Of course you are afraid, but Aemond makes it all worth it. He is still a bit stiff when it comes to press and attention but you bring out his true wonderful self. You and Prince Aemond hold hands in front of the castle, as multiple press magazines, news channels and photographers from all over the world take in this wonderful moment.

‘’Prince Aemond! "Please look here!"

‘’Duchess Y/n! Is it true you and Prince Aemond bonded over your love for Dornish architecture?"

‘’Yes. We are big nerds."

‘’O, that was improper of me wasn't it?’’ You mutter as the press eagerly writes things down.

Aemond shrugs before whispering in your ear. ‘’You're doing just fine. We kinda are big nerds.’’

You return the smile, taking hold of his face before kissing him. ‘’The biggest.’’ You declare before kissing him. The flashes go crazy the moment your lips lock, and all photographers shut up, taking millions of pictures.

Aemond breaks the kiss, grinning at the press when you blush lost in the moment. ‘’Prince Aemond, what was your first thought when you saw her lady?"

Aemond thinks back and you see many emotions cross his face. ‘’Why don't good things ever happen to me? And it's ironic because…she would become the best thing In my life.’’

One photographer clearly adores that and makes a little strangled ‘’awh’’ sound, causing their colleague to smack them lightly on the arm. ‘’What? They are adorable!’’ He declares, simply before returning to making photos.

You glance at Aemond. ‘’I am simply speaking my truth.’’ He says as if he’s defending himself.

You grin. ‘’Hmhm.’’

An interviewer of the Targaryen times finally asks a question, having worked up the courage. ‘’Princess-I mean, Duchess…’’ She stumbles and blushes, embarrassed as she looks through her notes nervously.

Aemond smiles, reassuringly. ‘’Princess is fine, Ma’am. She must adjust to her new title somehow.’’ Finally she lets go of her cards, and becomes much more confident because of it.

‘’Princess Y/N. What are the plans for the wedding?’’ Aemond grins, turning his head to you as if he wants to hear it as well.

You smile, painting a picture. ‘’A grand one, in the sept, honoring ancient Targaryen traditions. But also a couple of new ones.’’ You for example would love for Vhagar, Aemond’s cat to wear the rings down the aisle or for your wedding dress to be silver. And so, that happened. 25 october, you and Aemond said your vows for dozens of people to see. And after that, came the honeymoon.

You finally stand before the statue of Nymeria, the statue you dreamed of seeing since you were old enough to want anything. Aemond is with you, together with your security, hidden and dressed as ordinary tourists. You look at Nymeria’s statue, at a loss for words, that's how beautiful you find it all.

‘’I can't believe you took me here.’’ You tell Aemond, searching for his hand to hold as tears of happiness roll down your cheeks.

He gently wipes them away. ‘’I can. You always wanted to see it. And now we can.’’ He tells you, with a smile and a kiss on your lips. ‘’This does mean that you need a new dream, I’m afraid.’’ He jests but you turn his face back to your own.

‘’I don’t need a new dream. You are my new dream.’’

Next year, you all come together for christmas. You and Aemond have brought gifts. The family sits still in gowns and suits, as royals are expected, but their smiles are the same of any other happy family.

Finally it is your turn to give something to Viserys, the king.

‘’Grandsire, we have a surprise.’’ Aemond looks around the room, and everyone watches as Viserys unwraps his present with the help of Alicent, and reveals two red with silver baby socks.

Rhaenyra gasps, delighted before hiding her giggle. Jacaerys and Baela grab each other’s hand and Helaena grins. Even Aegon seems to understand what this means. His hair has slightly grown back, but he keeps it shorter than usual, he quite liked it.

Yet the king seems at loss for words. ‘’These are a little too small for my feet.’’ Viserys says, taking in the baby socks.

Aemond grins, putting his arms around you. You beam, waiting patiently for Viserys to get the hint.

Alicent jumps up from her chair, gasping. ‘’Oh my gods, she is pregnant!’’ You break into a bright grin as Aemond softly rubs your belly.

Instantly the king smiles, standing up to hug you both. ‘’Oh! My stupid arse thought you bought the wrong size!’’ He is still very fragile, but manages to walk a few inches.

‘’Father.’’ Rhaenyra says with a chuckle.

Daemon, her newest husband, smirks, before coming over as well. Usually he is too cool for things like this, but this time, it's different. ‘’Ah to hell it with, get here you two.’’ He hugs you both. You look at the beautifully decorated christmas tree, and realize that next christmas might look even more beautiful.

The next Christmas is just like that, beautiful. Baela is now pregnant with her own child, the future heir to the seven Kingdoms. Dyana has been married too, to a friendly sweet woman she met in a coffee shop. She remains one of your closest friends, after the selection and Dyana and Crystina are invited to court, to become your ladies.

Your son is now born, Prince Daen Targaryen. Aemond and you picked the name together.

‘’He takes after his father, always with his nose stuck in a book.’’ Prince Viserys comments as you and the young prince look through a picture book he got from his aunt, Aunt Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra seems pleased that your son likes her gift and you smile at her. ‘’He likes colorful pictures.’’

Rhaenyra nods. ‘’Viserys and Aegon are the same.’’

Aemond talks with his dad, you see them bond more and more, becoming closer. ‘’Do you remember?’’ He asks.

Viserys almost looks offended. ‘’Of course I do. Your favorite things was to read, to eat cookies and to see the horses.’’

Aemond grins, looking at you and your son. ‘’I thought you had forgotten.’’ He confess.

Viserys nearly chokes on his champagne. ‘’Never.’’

You lift Daen from the ground, picking him up and bringing him to Aemond who happily accepts and holds his son. ‘’Look, it’s daddy.’’ You tell your son with a smile. ‘’Say hello to daddy.’’

He grins, hugging your son tightly when rocking him to sleep. ‘’Our little prince.’’ He tells you with a wink.

You nod. ‘’Our little prince.’’ You have learned a lot in the time of the selection. But the one thing is that your life can change, if you just look past people’s appearances, and past their walls. The most gorgeous crown can be hidden behind a ugly box and the most wonderful story has the dustiest cover. You can’t judge people for the walls they keep around, as everyone has their own stories. But most of all, you learned to fight for things you believe in, and to fight for things you love.

A/N.

Thank you so much for reading with me. When i started it idk how many people would even like it and the support was insane. Thank you all so much. I hope you all liked the story as much as I did telling it, in hotd/selection fashion.

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