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→ Viserys Targaryen x fem!Stark!OC (ft. Daemon Targaryen)
✦ Sinopsis: En un matrimonio arreglado las infidelidades son plato de cada día, aunque jamás consideró tomar aquel camino hasta que entabló relación con el hermano de su esposo.
✦ Advertencias: Matrimonio arreglado / Infidelidad / Angst.
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Apenas había cumplido quince años cuando en una nubosa mañana de invierno se convirtió en esposa de Daemon Targaryen, ambos brillando de pies a cabeza en un intento de ocultar el fastidio. En retrospectiva, aún no entendía como pensaron que unirla a él era una buena idea, especialmente cuando lo conocía desde pequeña y siempre expresó lo que le disgustaba. A su parecer no era más que un bruto irresponsable que vivía para seguir impulsos, apenas salvándole el hecho de que era un excelente guerrero. Lloró cuando supo que estaban comprometidos, pero las mujeres de la familia Stark ferozmente reprendieron el capricho por ser “una gran oportunidad”.
La primera vez que pensó bien de Daemon fue durante la noche de bodas, donde el joven fue excepcionalmente compresivo con su terror al coito y se encargó de fabricar una elaborada escena para engañar al resto. Arrugó las sabanas, punzó su muslo para dejar sangre como prueba de la penetración y acomodó las ropas de ambos en el suelo, luego de casi dos horas saliendo y dejando que los mayores encontraran la farsa. Numerosas damas la cubrieron con una bata y él permaneció en un rincón junto a Viserys, en solo unos minutos ganándose su profundo agradecimiento.
Desde ese día comenzó a verlo en una nueva luz, de pronto abriéndose y dejando que rompiera la barrera que había creado entre los dos. Halló en él un buen confidente, una persona que la acompañaba en la cama y no la forzaba a cumplir con las reglas de la realeza en el desespero de tener un hijo. Entendió su actitud y la resistencia a la autoridad, el deseo de vivir libre y no permitir que alguien más lo obligara a tomar un camino que no quería.
Por unos cuantos meses pensó que Daemon era mejor de lo que parecía y de a poco cayó por sus encantos, especialmente cuando Aemma Arryn le informó que, según Viserys, él se enamoró apenas la vio bajar del carruaje que la trajo de Invernalia. La idea de formar familia empezó a ser un concepto atractivo y le emocionaba salvarse de tener que vivir infeliz junto un hombre que no la quería, pero la fantasía de cristal pronto se convirtió en añicos.
Bien sabía de la predilección de su esposo por el vino y nunca cuestionó que saliera a beber hasta altas horas, ya que era una actividad que realizaba desde antes de que se casaran. Aún así, a pesar de que debió haberlo imaginado, la noticia de sus frecuentes visitas a la Calle de la Seda le congelaron el corazón. El poco amor que surgió se esfumó y rápidamente recordó porqué nunca debió ignorar el instinto que desde niña le gritó que Daemon no era el indicado.
Los muros crecieron más altos que nunca y el hombre se sumió en los placeres, ni siquiera intentando superar la fría cordialidad con la que lo trataba. Las pocas veces que dormían juntos él caía rendido luego de tanto alcohol y algunos integrantes del Consejo Privado empezaban a agitarse por la falta de embarazo. Aquellos hombres tenían demasiada habilidad en arruinarle el día y más de una vez deseó que los lobos de su familia los destrozaran, pero, como siempre, debió callar y aguantar en silencio.
Soportó rumores y miradas hasta que un inesperado aliado apareció, Viserys siendo una brisa fresca entre tanto humo que la ahogaba. Con sonrisas apenadas y tímidas se acercó en absoluta comprensión, ya que él vivía los mismos disgustos con la presión de tener un sucesor varón. Al oírlo se sintió entendida y con el paso del tiempo aprendió que era alguien de fiar, ya que ninguna confidencia resonó en los pasillos de la Fortaleza Roja.
El vacío de atención y compañía finalmente fue llenado por el Rey, el cual le enviaba cartas cuando no podían pasear por los jardines o ir a la recamara de alguno a conversar. Mentalmente quería controlar la esperanza cuando ambos estaban casados y él tenía una esposa que se desvivía para cumplir las demandas de un heredero, pero el brillo en los ojos de Viserys no lo hacía fácil.
Por su parte, Daemon, seguía igual de perdido en los placeres de la ciudad y apenas hablaba en las pocas mañanas que llegaban a despertar al lado del otro. De todos modos, a años de la boda y sin aún tener sexo, logró dar a luz a un sano y hermoso niño rubio de grandes ojos violeta.
Rhaegar Targaryen existía para enamorar a quien cruzara camino con él, sonrisas de blancas perlas apareciendo entre un aura gentil y brillante. La personalidad distaba mucho de “Lord Lecho de Pulgas”, tanto que los ancianos que llegaron a conocerlo desde la cuna insistían que parecían opuestos, y oír esas declaraciones solo la aliviaban al no querer que Daemon lo influenciara. Sabía que lo mejor era que todos dijeran que se parecía a él, que así la infidelidad pasaría desapercibida, pero siempre podría anunciar que esas diferencias venían de su parte de la familia.
Viserys mantenía la fachada a pesar de saber la verdad, en el inicio amargura llenándolo al tener un hijo que no podía celebrar. Finalmente tenía lo que tanto deseó y estaba obligado a mantenerlo en las sombras, aunque culpabilidad frenó cualquier fantasía cuando Aemma falleció dando a luz. Se suponía que pasarían varios días celebrando, pero cada acto cesó ante la noticia de que el nonato, Baelon Targaryen, tampoco sobrevivió las primeras horas de vida.
Ambas muertes fueron un golpe terrible y, como era de esperar, Daemon no tuvo mejor idea que escapar a la Calle de Seda y nombrar al pequeño como el “Heredero por un Día”. Ebrio y poco cuidadoso no imaginó que la voz correría, y mucho menos pensó que a primer hora del amanecer Otto Hightower comunicara la falta de respeto a un Viserys emocionalmente herido.
—Señorita Stark, el Rey la solicita.
Monótona e impasible, la sirvienta aguardó mientras bajaba la taza de té y asombro pintaba cada músculo facial.
—¿Ha dicho por qué? —preguntó en el proceso de limpiar cualquier resto de desayuno en los labios.
—No, solo que la acercara lo antes posible al Salón del Trono.
Un incomodo sentimiento le cerró el estómago y provocó una breve ráfaga de nauseas, todo de aquella invitación siendo diferente a los encuentros que hasta ese momento tuvieron.
—De acuerdo, iré.
Inspiró profundo en el proceso de levantarse y dejó que los pies la guiaran, en la puerta recibiéndola un guardia y dejando que ingresara. Avanzó por el enorme espacio apreciando al hombre, el cual vestía de negro y se hallaba sentado con expresión tensa.
—Majestad —saludó antes de reverenciar, fielmente ajustándose a las etiquetas al haber personal militar presente—. Vine tan rápido como pude, ¿en qué puedo ayudarle?
Conectando miradas, pudo notar como sus ojos se suavizaban un momento antes de regresar a un sentimiento oscuro.
—Desde que te he conocido has sido alguien de confiar y no planeo someterte a interrogatorio porque sé la clase de persona que eres… —realizó una breve pausa por la incomodidad de tener que actuar tan distante—. Pero me veo en obligación de preguntar, ¿sabes dónde estuvo Daemon anoche?
—Lamento no tener información que sea de ayuda, pero desconozco las actividades de mi esposo —contestó presionando y frotando los labios en un breve gesto de ansiedad.
—Es de común saber que mi hermano escapa a las responsabilidades, así que entiendo la ignorancia.
—¿Ha sucedido algo, señor? —preguntó con piel erizada en anticipación.
Viserys se removió en el trono y encajó la mandíbula en enojo, un gesto que la asustó al ser muy poco usual.
—Bajo el manto de la oscuridad, Daemon, escapó a un burdel a beber y hundirse con gente cuestionable a faltar el respeto de mi hijo fallecido —explicó elevando la voz en cada palabra—. Lo coronó “Heredero por un Día” y pasó cada rato libre lejos de su familia, ¡ni siquiera consolando a Rhaenyra!
Palidez la pintó de la impresión y colocó una mano en el pecho por el grave error, inmediatamente amagando a disculparse hasta que recordó que no fue error suyo.
—Realmente me deja estupefacta… esto es… no sé… —bajó la cabeza con el corazón sumamente acelerado.
—Daemon ha sido llamado y está de camino a recibir castigo —informó en tono normal evitando generarle estrés—. Como dije, sé la clase de persona que eres y tendré consideración por la gran alianza con tu familia, pero debes estar presente para saber cómo quedará la situación.
—Por supuesto.
Claramente preocupada esperó a un costado y sintió fugaces miradas de Viserys, al ceder apreciando que intentaba tranquilizarla con un lenguaje corporal amable. Emitió una pequeña sonrisa y regresó a mirar el suelo, entonces la puerta abriéndose y enseñando al Targaryen en juicio. Brevemente se miraron y luego observaron al Rey, el cual enderezó la espalda e inmediatamente empezó a tratar el desacato.
—Fue mi manera de llevar el infortunio, cada uno actúa de manera distinta —excusó en tono bajo, definitivamente tomándolo desprevenido que lo dicho llegara a la Fortaleza Roja.
Juntando las manos al frente se contuvo de negar ante el carácter de Daemon, especialmente cuando empezó a pelear por su posición en la Corte Real.
—¡Suficiente! He aguantado, he intentado comprenderte y razonar, pero ya no más —gritó Viserys completamente harto—. Toma tu dragón y abandona Desembarco del Rey, vete y busca en otras tierras como ser un hombre decente.
Aquella sentencia de destierro fue inesperada y la femenina los miró intentando dilucidar donde quedaba ella, un tema que el Targaryen menor también consideró.
—¿Harás que deje a mi esposa e hijo?
—Nunca estás con ellos y apenas cumples tus deberes, ¿ahora te preocupa mantener la farsa?
La selección de palabras la congeló de pies a cabeza y por unos momentos dejó de respirar mientras veía al regente con susto.
—¿Te atreves a difamar cuando apenas puedes ser Rey? Es hipócrita señalar cuando tampoco llegas al estándar —frunció el ceño conteniéndose de acercarse, porque sabía que los guardias lo sacarían de la habitación.
Viserys calló un momento e inspiró intentando mantener compostura, entonces mirando a la mujer que secretamente amaba y notando la oportunidad que se presentaba.
—No solo abandonarás estas tierras, Daemon, sino que también anularé tu matrimonio. Te irás y serás libre de revolcarte con cuanta prostituta quieras, pero no ensuciaras más el nombre y la cama de la dama que todos los días ha soportado tu indecencia.
—¿Cómo? —preguntó con un cambio de expresión que erizó los cabellos, los guardias en la habitación preparándose ante la amenaza.
—Una mujer proveniente de la casa Stark no debería vivir en tales condiciones, con un hombre incapaz de valorarla —aseguró al tiempo que inflaba el pecho y elevaba el mentón—. Cuidaré de ella y criaré a Rhaegar como el heredero legitimo al trono que es.
Exponer la verdad le estrujó el corazón en angustia y miedo, inevitablemente soltando un quejido mientras se le humedecían los ojos.
—¿Qué has dicho? —preguntó incrédulo y sin pestañear, al ver la reacción femenina su cuello y nuca tomando color por la furia—. ¿¡No es mi hijo!?
—Lo siento, p-pero nosotros nunca… consumamos el matrimonio —explicó juntando ambas manos en el pecho.
—¡Mientes!
—Las pocas noches que no estabas hasta la mañana en los burdeles llegabas absolutamente ebrio y perdías la conciencia apenas tocabas la almohada —jadeó con el labio inferior temblando.
—¿¡Entonces la solución fue refugiarte en mi hermano!?
—¡Arruinaste el poco amor que te tuve! —defendió exasperada—. Llegué a ver lo bueno en ti hasta que me cambiaste por la Calle de Seda, quise que nos acercáramos y…
—¡Calla! —interrumpió yendo decidido a hacerle quién sabe qué.
—¡Deténganlo! —ordenó Viserys poniéndose de pie, los guardias inmediatamente agarrándolo y alejándolo—. Ya has hecho demasiado daño, no permitiré que lastimes a mi futura esposa.
—¡Desgraciado! —gritó al tiempo que forcejeaba, el movimiento haciendo las armaduras tintinear.
—Sáquenlo, no dejen que siga un día más en Desembarco del Rey.
Asintiendo pequeño, los dos hombres que agarraban al Targaryen empezaron a arrastrarlo fuera del salón. Maldiciones y promesas de retribución retumbaron en las paredes hasta que estuvo lejos, el ambiente siendo pésimo hasta que Rhaenyra apareció con mirada humedecida.
—Crucé a Daemon y dijo… —apretó los labios y tragó intentando no derrumbarse—. ¿Es verdad? —inquirió a pesar de que sabía la respuesta por el aspecto de ambos.
Viserys dudó un momento antes de recordar la confianza que lo llevó a revelar el secreto, firme bajando los escalones del trono.
—Si, Rhaegar es tu hermano.
La noción del parentesco envió un desagradable escalofrío en Rhaenyra, quien tenía la herida de su madre y hermano al rojo vivo. Miró a la mujer y limpió una lagrima rebelde antes de cerrar ambas manos en puños.
—Felicidades, engendraste al próximo Rey —jactó dolida en el proceso de girar y dirigirse a la puerta.
—No fue con ese propósito, ¡amo a tu padre! —declaró desesperada, pero la joven siguió sin mirar atrás.
—Vigilen la entrada —indicó el regente al personal presente, cada uno saliendo y cerrando la puerta para cuidar desde el exterior.
Ambos voltearon al otro y relajaron los hombros, Viserys abriendo los brazos y encerrándola entre ellos.
—Impulsivo, lo que hiciste no tuvo preparación —reclamó contra su pecho, desesperada agarrándolo de la ropa.
—Ciertamente, pero tomé la oportunidad cuando se presentó —explicó al tiempo que la consolaba con delicadas caricias—. Si lo planeábamos habríamos estado mejor mentalizados, pero las reacciones no hubieran cambiado.
—Puede ser… —suspiró insegura, aunque en lo profundo sabía que tenía razón.
—En poco el impacto pasará y podrás disfrutar de finalmente ser libre.
—La gente juzgará por los pasillos —soltó las telas para colocar ambas manos en el pecho de Viserys.
—Nadie es libre de la opinión ajena, pero serás reina y eso te ahorrará varios problemas.
La noción del rol que cumpliría en el futuro le aflojó las rodillas, sin embargo logró aguantar y mirarlo a los ojos.
—¿En serio me harás tu esposa?
—Absolutamente, es momento de elegir con quien compartir mis días —dijo mientras iba a sostenerla de la mejilla—. Te amo, estoy ansioso de vivir contigo y criar en conjunto al pequeño Rhaegar.
—Nuestro hijo —murmuró poniendo una mano sobre la de él.
Cansados y abrumados compartieron un beso amargo por el mal momento vivido, pero un trasfondo dulce otorgaba la fuerza que necesitaban para soportar y luchar por la felicidad.
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Dark!Aemond Targaryen: Size Difference
Pairing: Dark Aemond Targaryen x (female) Reader
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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WARNINGS: Short reader; Non-con; Forced Breeding; Forced Pregnancy.
AN: I got inspired to write this out of nowhere. Please, reblog and give me feedback.
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Aemond is absolutely infatuated with the way he towers over you. How the top of your head is barely able to reach his shoulder. How small and powerless you appear next to him.
It fills him with flaming desire and possessiveness to see your small delicate figure next to his robust one. The things he could do to you, if only you were married already.
He never skips the chance to ask your hand for one (or too many) dances, admiring the way his large hand envelopes your smaller one entirely and he can’t stop imagining how one single hand of his could cover your entire breast. The way you have to tilt your head upwards to be able to face him.
The fact that he’s enamored by you isn’t missed by the court. Rumors and gossip of the young and fierce prince having fallen for you. Your parent’s are overjoyed when a marriage proposal comes for you and even though you're not certain about Aemond, you bow your head and accept your duty.
Once you’re officially betrothed, Aemon will be much less careful when it comes to letting you know about his obsession for you. He’s always around you, continuously requesting your presence in the library to spend time together or summoning you for some supper together.
His hand will linger around the small of your back for more time than appropriate as he guides you through the extensive gardens for a morning walk. His hands enveloping your neck as he presents you with a diamond necklace.
If it’s a social event, Aemond will remain fixed by your side, a cold expression on his face as people approach you to speak. He doesn’t allow any man to ask your hand to dance, his eye squinting with annoyance if they dare to talk to you.
Aemond swears that the day of your wedding is the most marvelous day he’s lived. Even though you hold a solemn expression, Aemond still adoringly gazes at you, your delicate figure on the gorgeous white dress making his cock painfully ache for you.
That night, he’ll let out all of the filthy fantasies he’s been dreaming about.
As soon as you get to your private chambers, Aemond is quick to rip you out of the dress, shocking you to say the least. He swallows all of your protests with an intense kiss, easily holding you down on the bed with his hands intertwining your own on each side of your head.
It’s a struggle to fit his wide cock inside your tiny pussy and your wails of pain are more than enough to prove that, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop.
You’re so tight around his cock that Aemond can’t pull away from you. He fucks you with rough thrusts that make the bed quiver, his hips continuously hitting you with immense force, causing shaken wails from you.
He forgets about your pain, focusing on his own pleasure as he keeps thrusting you with long, deep strokes. His face close to your tear stained one, features contorted by pain as your new husband doesn’t seem to stop any time soon.
Aemond is restless, fucking you several times over the course of the night, even though you’re sore and tired. You’re not strong enough to stop him and he won’t cave in. He fills you over and over again until he’s sure you’ve taken his seed, his babe growing inside you.
In the morning, the maids are surprised to find you in a miserable state, dark bags and red eyes with the bed in a complete mess. But the way your inner thighs are covered in Aemond’s cum is more than enough to say everything.
Needless to say that your wedding night won’t be the last, Aemond’s insatiable when it comes to having you. He can easily bend you down, forcing you into any position he wants as you’re no match for him. He peppers you in kisses, muttering sweet words as he fucks you desperately.
Soon, you’re with child and Aemond is more in love with you than ever. It’s a dream for him, seeing you getting so big and fragile with his child growing inside you. That’s something he intends to keep doing for as long as you can give him babes.
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Part 2 now up!
Oooh, yes yes I know exactly what I want to write for these lovely Anon prompts! (edit: oh yeah, Aemond popped off in this one...I was expecting to be writing harsh words, and maybe threatening...but nah he uh kills them)
Aemond x wife!reader | crude language | protective Aemond | violence
Moonlight washed over your face, the cool night breeze rustling your skirts as you snuck outside the Keep walls. You knew he waited for you, just below the descending stone steps in front of you, awash in silver light.
You saw a figure in a cloak, hooded and tall, lithe of frame, waiting for you, his hand on the banister as he turned toward the sound of your hurrying feet. "Y/N." Your name on his tongue like honey as your husband extended his arm for you to take. "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost leaving our rooms."
"Aemond." You chided. "That's only happened once, and I had Aegon as my escort, we were both thoroughly in our cups."
"Mmhmm." He guided you swiftly down the remaining stairs, out into the open streets of King's Landing, the Red Keep a looming fortress at your backs. "You were undetected?"
"I had to navigate around some guardsmen, but yes. No one knows we're sneaking off to the fire festival." You looked up at him from under your own hood. "Why are we sneaking, Aemond?"
"Anonymity is half the fun." He mused, squeezing your arm briefly. "I'd rather enjoy the festivities with my lady without peasantry taking notice of our presence."
Firelight up ahead caught your eye. As the two of you strode forward the quiet darkened streets gave way to raucous revelry. Small folk laughing and cheering as fire dancers whirled and spat flame. There was an open pavilion with a makeshift stage whereon actors flounced about in comedic costumes. Bussers carrying platters of drink and food navigated their way through the chattering crowd. The smell of baked goods and sweet delicacies teased your nostrils as you inhaled, sharing a smile with Aemond.
Aemond did not release his grip on you the whole time you indulged in as many festival activities as you could. At all times he had a hand gripping your cloak fabric or tangled his fingers with your own. More often than not, he would watch your face rather than the performances of the acrobats and fire eaters. You would be gazing at them open mouthed in wonder at their skill, then your eyes would flick to Aemond's face, and he would be studying your expression with a soft half-smile upon his curved lips, the firelight reflecting in his lilac eye.
As the night wore on, your feet began to ache despite the support of your leather boots. You were loath to leave, even as the crowd began thinning and the booths of food slowly turned in their wares.
A group of men, huddled together near a mossy stone wall, caught your attention as one of them said Aemond's name in a gruff voice. His fellows erupted into laughter at whatever he'd just said about your husband, and your fists curled into instinctive fists. Aemond's hand at your waist indicated he heard it too, and you glanced up to see he was staring at ground, his lips firmly pressed together as he concentrated on overhearing their conversation.
You both didn't have to strain your ears overmuch as the next words were clear to be heard, spoken in a deep drunken drawl. "He's lucky to have landed a lady like her."
His friends grunted in agreement.
Another man spoke up in a reedy voice. "Landed?" He scoffed. "Bedded is more like. What I wouldn't give to get a piece of her."
You noticed Aemond had stilled so completely, he had stopped breathing as his narrowed eye flitted to the huddle of men.
"Man like that Aemond Targaryen. Missing an eye and all that and still gets between the legs of something like her." A rail-thin man took a derisive swig from a bottle. "I would give her a good fucking and she'd be able to stomach my face."
"Get bent Tarful." His companion growled, pushing the thin man on the shoulder. "I'd love me the chance to put a bastard in her belly though."
"Aemond no!" You hissed, grabbing onto your husband's cloak but to no avail. The fabric was wrenched from your grip as Aemond strode forward, throwing back the hood of his cloak as he unsheathed his sword.
There were three of them, inebriated as they were, and only one of Aemond. You crouched to the ground, feeling around for a loose stone, anything that could be used as a weapon should the need arise.
The men didn't take note of Aemond's presence until he was almost upon them.
"What the shit?"
"Who the-"
"Oh, hells take me."
Horrified recognition slid across their faces as they took in the sight of Aemond's livid face. The prince stood rigid, a hand behind his taut back as he pressed the point of his sword into the eldest man's throat.
"You dare speak of my wife in such a manner." Aemond could barely speak for the overwhelming rage constricting his throat. "You dare have such vile thoughts about her."
His long silver hair shone under the moon, cascading down his back and over his shoulders, his violet eye aflame, clearly indicating who he was even to the drunken men before him.
The reedy man reached for a small dagger at his belt, drawing it and stepping toward the enraged prince.
"Foolish." Aemond seethed, barely glancing at him as his sword flashed in a blur of movement.
A spray of blood, the man crumpled. You gasped, looking away as you covered your mouth.
"Y/N. Leave." Aemond commanded, his tone still hard and imperious. "Head back to the Keep. I will catch up with you."
"Aemond..."
"Go!"
You scrambled upright, running across the deserted courtyard, only glancing back once to see the remaining two men cowering before the Targaryen prince, his long sword still extended, now dripping red.
Few others were still in the streets, and they paid you no mind as you hurried away, back up the hill to the Red Keep. Your stomach twisted with the memory of those men's violating words, and the sound of that body hitting the cobblestones with dull finality.
Aemond was gentle and kind when he was with you. You almost forgot he had the blood of Old Valyria coursing hot through his veins. His fury scared you as much as it thrilled you. You had never before seen this side of your husband. Now you understood a little better why the Targaryens were so feared and respected, the words of their family running through your mind.
Fire and blood.
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gwen, i need ur thought on dilf/older!aemond !!
MEAN!DILF AEMOND — NSFW, MINORS DNI.
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pairing: dilf!aemond targaryen x fem!reader
content warnings: 18+, explicit content, aemond is in his late 30s, reader is in her early 20s, dubcon, somnophilia, mean!dilf aemond, marking/biting, edging, possessive!aemond, dacryphilia, degradation, praising, aftercare.
note: sorry it took me so long! if there are any mistakes i apologize but english is not my first language. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated!
aemond targaryen and you met after you answered his anonymous ad looking for a babysitter. you were struggling with college and paying rent, so it was something you really needed. and so aemond needed it too.
aemond emailed you an address for your first meeting and you almost fell off the chair when you googled the place; a very fancy restaurant in the upper side of town.
you dressed in your best clothes, a decent dress you knew would help you make a good impression, and made your way to the restaurant, so anxious you had to stop at the entrance and take a deep breath.
when the host led you to the table, you were met with the last person you were expecting. there, on a table for three, was sitting aemond targaryen—the ceo of one of the biggest corporations in westeros and member of one of the most renowned families—next to a silver haired girl clinging to his arm.
after you got over your initial shock and learned that he was actually really kind and easy going under that ‘dark’ facade he always showed to everyone—not that you really knew him, it was all based on the countless interviews on magazines—you were able to relax and answer all his questions.
you were also able to ask him anything and clear all doubt you had. you even talked to the little girl, vaella, who was no older than four years old.
your first weeks you didn’t see aemond. he told he was closing a very big deal and that you would need go stay at home to take care of his little girl. and you had no problem, everywhere was better than living with your very annoying roommate.
but once that job was finished. you started seeing him at home more often which only made you more nervous and uncomfortable. because every time you turned around, he was there leaning against the door watching you play with vaella, or simply looking at you from behind the newspaper while you feed vaella her breakfast.
the intensity in his gaze made your skin burn. every time you caught him checking you out, a shiver would roll down your neck as a warmth pooled in your lower belly at the thought of him finding you attractive. it made you feel good.
aemond made the first move one night after vaella fell asleep and found you next to her, asleep too.
aemond took you in his arms, wanting to leave you on the guest room and retreat to his own to rest, when he heard you mumble his name in your sleep. “what was that, kid?” he asked you, fingers caressing your cheek, aware you were dreaming. “oh fuck—aemond,” you moaned, and he couldn’t help the smirk that made its way onto his face.
it didn’t matter to him that you were sleeping. after all it was of him you were dreaming of and he would not let that slide.
you thought you were having a very vivid dream, his hands on your body felt a little too realistic but you were enjoying it; you knew it was wrong and fucked up even in your subconscious but it feel too good to made yourself wake up. if you couldn’t make those fantasies come true, you will have him in your dreams.
aemond squeezed your breast, hand slipping past the waistband of your pants and cupping your cunt. you moaned, eyes slowly fluttering open. it didn’t scare you seeing him so close, eyes so dark you couldn’t see his irises anymore. “was it a good dream?” he teased you, lips attaching to your left breast. it feel even better than your dream.
aemond wasn’t gentle that night.
but you like when he manhandles you and uses you for his own pleasure. if you’re a good girl and take everything he gives you, he lets you cum.
aemond likes to tease you. even more so when you are at one of the events he’s hosting at his house. you are always around because he likes to keep his daughter around. and he’s not going to lie, he likes seeing you all flustered when you caught him looking at you from across the room.
he would introduce you as his daughter’s babysitter, a hand on your lower back, thumb caressing your bare skin as he keeps a straight face as if he didn’t made you cum until your legs were trembling just a few minutes ago, hiding from everyone behind a bookshelf.
aemond would see you trying to hide the bite marks he left on your neck with a smirk on his face. he has to bite his lips to stop himself from chuckling when he sees people eyes darting to the place where the marks are more dark and visible, your face heating up at noticing it too.
he’s not an idiot, he sees how some of the men look at you, even asking him very inappropriate questions about you. aemond tries his best to hide his anger, clenching his jaw and excusing himself.
you end up bent over his desk on his studio after one particular men tried to flirt with you. “parading yourself like a slut. can’t even leave you alone for one minute.” he grunts, pulling down his pants.
when you’re watching a movie with vaella, aemond likes to have his hand on your thighs, squeezing and caressing just inches away from when you need him. you look at him, pleading, but he doesn’t even look in your direction, pretending to pay attention to the movie playing in the background.
and when he notices that you’re not able to keep still, parting your legs and bucking your hips up, trying to make him touch you, he slaps your thigh, nails digging onto the soft flesh making you whimper. “pathetic slut, you have no respect for my daughter.” he laughs at you, removing his hand.
aemond punishes you for being so greedy, edging you all night until you’re a crying mess and can’t think straight.
you sob, hot salty tears streaming down your face. “please, please!” you don’t even know what you are begging for. aemond feels bad for a second until he feels you tighten around his fingers, a dark laugh falling off his lips. “you like this, stop being a fucking baby and take it.”
and when he finally slides in, it’s too much. you’ve been at it for hours, and you’re too sensitive so you try to push him away but he pins your hips to the bed, frowning down at you and forcing you to take him to the hilt.
aemond has to put a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. “you need to keep it down, sweetheart. don’t want to wake vaella up, do we?”
aemond likes praising you, especially when you’ve been such a good girl for him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with you.
“doing s’good for me, sweetheart.” he says, brushing a strand of hair out of your sweaty forehead and hips thrusting into you.
when he finally lets you cum, it’s devastating. it leaves you trembling, muscles going limp.
aemond always asks you where you want him to cum and your answer is always inside. he likes to hear you say it, he cums hard every time, painting your walls white.
after you both come down from your high, he does not hesitate to wrap you in his arms and kiss your temple, whispering soft words in your ear.
aemond cleans you up, gives you water, runs a bath for you and even gives you a massage. he lets you rest on his bed while he makes something to eat and checks on his daughter. he spoils you.
“you were such a good girl, it’s the least i can do.” he says, softly kissing your lips, after you try to get up and help him. “you need to rest, sweetheart.”
and the next morning when he sees you having trouble to walk straight or even sit, he needs to hide his smile behind his hand. seeing you that way only helps to feed his ego.
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Yan!HOTD Characters as Greek Gods
I want to thank @aphroditelovesu for giving me the inspiration, also side note do not take the gods canonical relationships literally
Viserys as Hades + God of the Underworld and the Dead
Viserys was a god who stood out from the gloomy darkness of his realm. The seat once shared by his beloved wife is now long dead with all the other souls. No temples were erected in his honor on the earthly soil, for the underworld served as his shrine. Still, Viserys lent many of his powers and crafts to help the other gods defeat their enemies, either it be a monster or a titan. When he needed to see his family, he would emerge to the earth itself. There a moral caught his eye.
Viserys spent a great deal of time observing your everyday life. He enjoyed catching on to all your little habits and tendencies. The god was prepared to wait until your life's string came to an end. In the mean time, all good things came your way. While he wouldn't be able to stop your death from happening, he can certainly make it as peaceful and painless as possible. Viserys will welcome you with the greatest warmth when you arrive in his realm, and you will be surrounded by servants who will carry out your every wish.
Just as he has done all those other times Viserys will give you the time and space you need to adjust to this new, strange world. Desiring your happiness, Viserys might let you visit Earth but only for a short time. The god can't go too long without you by his side. He detests the idea of using coercion to get what he wants, but Viserys must make sure you never leave him. It is a blessing that you are a mortal, completely unaware of the pomegranate seeds that are given to you.
Daemon as Ares + God of War and Courage
It was Daemon, out of all the gods, who was most frowned upon, the one with the endless list of foes. Many came to fear him and they had every reason to. For Daemon was a powerful god-quick to anger and raring for a fight regardless of the consequences. A jest spread among the gods was that Daemon's one and only true love was war itself. But what a shock it was to see the mortal in the god's arms. With his remarks and the severe violence he inflicted upon the mortals, Daemon, again and again demonstrated nothing but contempt and superiority over them.
Why you attracted the god of war's attention will forever remain a mystery. Could it be you had a fire inside of you that never went out or you had such a gentle soul that the god saw it as his duty to ruin you, or perhaps he saw you as a fair trade for one of his victories. Truthfully, Daemon himself is not fully sure what drew him to you. Still, the god comes to you, luring you in with lavish gifts and words sweet as honey. And if you aren’t compliant, the god sees no issue picking you up while you struggle to free yourself-screaming and clawing.
Daemon has no care for what other Olympian deities thought when he kept you near him. They were already not fond of him and he was amused to no end to see their frustration, even having you displayed seated on his lap. Your life with Daemon is strangely not as dull and miserable as one might anticipate. He will always be rough and harsh, but you are shown a rare side of gentleness. You may never know if the god truly loves you, but you can be sure that if someone takes what he views as his, he will go to war a hundred times over it.
Rhaenyra as Athena + Goddess of Wisdom and War
Rhaenyra is a goddess with pride. A great warrior. Rhaenyra does not, however, hold humankind in such low regard as the many gods who came before her. She saw herself as their protector and rewarded those who came to worship in her temple. But it's not as if she isn't dangerous. The goddess is unmerciful in her use of curses. Any offense or insult will result in a terrible fate. And what fate bestows upon you when the goddess herself watches you. Desiring you from the very moment she caught sight of you.
She is a master of disguise. Every word she spoke enticed you further and further into her grasp. There were the fleeting touches the goddess made to your skin to pique your desire. Her lips were painted with a smile that lowered your guard. You find yourself becoming a puppet as Rhaenyra hovers over you, pulling the strings to speak the words she wants you to hear, to touch her how she wants to be touched, and look at her how she wants to be gazed upon.
Rhaenyra never wants you to leave her realm. The goddess is ready to gift you whatever your heart desires, but the earth is no longer a place you can call home. Rhaenyra will never lay a hand on you; gentle and soft with you. The only times you no longer see your lover but the goddess of war is if you are foolish enough to believe you can get away from her. She won’t understand. Has she not dedicated herself to you. Has she not given you every ounce of her heart. Whatever the reason is, your place remains by her side and she will make sure you know of this.
Rhaenys as Hecate + Goddess of Magic and the Moon
Rhaenys, the goddess of sorcery and the moon, who her domain also extends to creatures of the night; particularly hounds and ghosts. She’s often seen accompanied by her black hounds, donning a long robe, holding burning torches. Neither was she evil, nor was she wholly benevolent, but she did reveal her nature through actions, rewarding loyalty among her followers. Captivated by your presence in her temple, the goddess of sorcery was drawn to your compassion and innocence. She found herself spending more time just observing you, enchanted by how your features glowed in the gentle embrace of moonlight.
Rhaenys has always been confident and assertive, when she’s certain that she desires you, she’ll do whatever it takes to have you by her side. However, she’ll stray away from using force. If she’ll seek your companionship, Rhaenys resolutes in waiting it be your choice, to love her the same rather than do it with instilling fear in you. Her introduction was gradual, allowing you to adapt in time to her presence. Much of this is involved in simple conversations, where she enjoys getting to know the little details of your life (even if she already knew most of it).
Instead of overwhelming you with extravagant gifts, she opted for small trinkets. And adding to the ease of your connection, Rhaenys’s mystical hounds display a fondness for you, allowing you to pet them. Even when you remain in her domain, Rhaenys remains steadfast in not forcing you to love her. She has all the patience as the goddess begins to slowly express her affection more openly with gentle caresses to your face as she presents you with more lavish gifts. Her patience was rewarded seeing how eager you are to spend every moment with her.
Corlys as Poseidon + God of the Sea and Waters
Not only was Corlys the god of the seas but also associated with earthquakes and horses. He stood out as a highly ambitious deity and known for his unwavering loyalty to Mount Olympus. Unlike some deities, Corlys is willing to engage with mortals, after all, they have a dependence on the seas for trade and travel. However, it’s also known that when dealing with the god of the sea, do not try to trick or cross him, for he has demonstrated a vengeful nature when felt insulted.
It was during your many ventures near the beach, having a profound love and fascination for the sea that you encountered the god of the sea. In your frequent visits, the shores yielded treasures ranging from the most beautiful seashells to even a literal pearl, a gift from the god. Upon making his presence known, Corlys takes matters into his own hands. Taking you to the temple beneath the sea as he cannot rely on chance encounters by the shore and it’ll save him all the trouble of finding you if you choose to never visit again.
Your place from now on remains with Corly’s temple. He has made promises to make you visit the shore from time to time once he’s confident you won’t attempt an escape. Eager to please, Corlys has an allure of lost treasures within his home, offering you any if you desire. He also takes great care to ensure your comfort, harboring no intention of causing harm or raising his voice. His desire is clear- to have you willingly at his side.
Laena as Aphrodite + Goddess of Love and Beauty
Laena was more than just being thegoddess of beauty and love; she was one of fertility, pleasure, and eternal youth. Occasionally she presided over marriage. Legends went so far as to attribute her beauty to being the cause of the Trojan War. Despite her being desired and adored by everyone, even capturing the affections of the infamous god of war himself, Laena's heart chose you; a mortal who didn’t seem all that extraordinary. But none of that mattered to the goddess of love, who found herself drawn to you, desiring nothing more than for you to share her boundless love and adoration.
When Laena first approached you, she displayed no hesitation in expressing her clear intentions of wanting to court you. Doves and sparrows seemed to fly around you. In the vicinity of your home, myrtles and roses bloomed abundantly and Laena took it upon herself to personally hand you the blossoms, alongside the most marvelous seashells. Whenever you expressed gratitude or attempted to deny her gifts out of politeness, Laena would firmly assure you that you deserved nothing but the best. As she would engage in conversations, Laena would hold your gaze, running her fingers on your cheek or shoulder with such tenderness.
Even after you became hers, Laena never stops showering you with praise and luscious gifts. The dresses she adorned you with were among the most lavish you had ever seen, and men would certainly go to war for the jewelry that adorned your skin. And for her home, which she claims is now your home too, she’s willing more than anything to accommodate any of your demands to make it all the more welcoming. Whether it’s placing all your favorite books or presenting you all your favorite foods. After all, you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with her.
Otto as Zeus + God of the Sky and Thunder
Otto stood as the god among gods, the force behind the establishment of order and justice in Olympus. It was his duty as king, to reign and ensure harmony throughout the divine realm. He had a number of children; it counted those that were outside of his marriage. Mortals and gods alike collectively averted their gaze, as the god of thunder desired to maintain an image of a prudent and a pious. And while like any god, he considered himself above mortal beings, he would observe them with keen interest.
Unfortunate for you, if you happened to catch his eye, resisting him was a futile endeavor. It began with him orchestrating ways to make your life more comfortable — discovering the lushest trees near your home, bearing the most delectable fruits you'd ever savor. An eagle, acting as his messenger, would shower you with all sorts of gifts, from fragrant olive oils to delicate silver coins and ivory trinkets. The weather seemed to dance to his whims, birds serenading under the radiant sun.
It was also his way to signal his presence, a silent acknowledgment a being beyond the mortal realms was watching. And when his presence becomes known, he vows to treasure you for eternity (hinting at what’ll become of your mortal life). It’s difficult to deny him with all the myriad blessings he bestowed upon you. Once you’re brought to his home, he will present you with a luxurious silk robe and servants who dutifully follow your every command. Even if you resist, his determination remains unswayed. As a god, time was his ally and he believed in due course, you would succumb to his temptations.
Alicent as Hera + Goddess of Marriage and Childhood
Alicent stood as the embodiment of matrimony and domestic life, a revered figure to whom women turned in prayer for the blessings of harmonious marriages, the safe return of their husbands, and in hopes of birthing a healthy child. Despite her attempts to project a demure demeanor, the goddess had a silent reputation for her jealousy and occasional vengefulness. Alicent had divine authority, navigating the intricate game of politics and perhaps that was why no one dared to question her decision to bring a mortal being along.
It was all under the reason of needing a servant though you were not yet married, still, no one dared to voice it. As her supposed servant, you were strangely exempt from menial tasks such as washing clothes or scrubbing the floor; such duties were deemed beneath you. Instead, the majority of your days were spent in the company of the goddess. You found yourself dressing and brushing Alicent’s hair as she shared her grievances about the perceived foolishness surrounding her court.
Your time was further consumed by tending to Hera’s children and grandchildren, and her strictures extended to where you were not permitted to eat meals with other servants. In truth, the goddess had little need for another servant. But you a mortal, had sought her prayer, coming to her temple wishing for a happy life for the arrangement your parents orchestrated for you. But Alicent had been watching you long before and you have become the object of her desire. She promised to find you a suitor but the intensity of her gaze and the uncanny resemblance between the necklace of hers and the one she gifted you hints at something beyond that.
Aegon II as Dionysus + God of Wine and Pleasure
Aegon is known for seemingly lazy nature and rarely being seen sober, he’s notorious for the wild parties and dramatic theaters he orchestrates. The many lovers he has are ones that no one bothers to learn their names, as they typically don’t linger beyond a day. The few bastards he fathered are not accounted for. When the god of wines comes upon you, there was an unmistakable eagerness to have you in his bed. While you and others are at no fault to assume that it was driven solely by lust, you soon find it unraveled beyond that.
As a mortal, the prospect of rejecting a god was not a reasonable one. His presence was suffocating with a possessive jealousy over your interactions with others and an incessant need for you to be near him. At times, he would pull you into his lap, craving for your affection and praise. Besides his constant need to have you share his bed at every turn, his lingering hands, and wanting your every attention, it’s not as terrible as one initially assumes.
The god of wine provided you with the sweetest food, accompanied of course by his signature wine. He adorned you in exquisite clothing, though in the privacy of his chambers, they were far more revealing and sheer. While it was somewhat accepted to have fleeting lovers for a day, appearing with you by his side on every occasion garnered disapproval from the other gods. However, Aegon was indifferent; no stranger to being considered a disappointment. You were the one thing he was sure of, even harboring a secret desire to make you immortal, hoping you don’t notice how different your wine tastes.
Helaena as Persephone + Goddess of Seasons and Vegetation
Helaena possessed a kind of gentleness that was unusual among the gods. She carried herself with such grace and consideration. Helaena grew up to be a lovely woman who caught the interest of gods and humans alike. With mortals, the goddess did not look down on them. If anything, Helaena seemed to see the goodness and beauty in them despite all of their flaws. It therefore comes as no great surprise when the goddess seems so enchanted by you-a simple mortal.
Helaena spent many days watching you. She possessed unending patience. What a fascinating sight you are. Deemed by the goddess to be the most beautiful being to ever walk this earth. Helaena cared nothing more than your happiness hence why you come home to a plethora of gifts and trinkets. It could be the most delicious fruit you've ever eaten or a dress the goddess sewed herself. And wherever you are, you found plants growing all around that never seem to wither-fruits and vegetables you never imagined would ever grow there.
Helaena was content as long as she could see you every day. Even if she couldn't speak or stand before you. All that mattered to her was to see your lovely smile as you open her gifts or to hear your joyful laughter. But shall you wish to meet her. Shall you seem unsatisfied with your life. Helaena will make her presence known. The goddess is nothing but a tender lover. Giving you all the time you need to adjust to her realm. Happy to watch from a distance and just speak with you.
Aemond as Apollo - God of Sun and Art
Aemond was also a god of music, truth, and healing, he was considered wise even at such a relatively young age. He enjoyed writing poems and believed in law and order. Unlike his brother, Aemond was recognized for his numerous contributions, particularly in the realms of medicine and prophecy. Aemond shows intense loyalty to his family and a great love for his mother but also is known for his jealousy and a wrathful nature; particularly when he perceives insults directed at his family or either himself.
Many of your actions could’ve caught his eye, your visits to his temple, your singing voice echoing through the fields, how you immersed yourself far away from everyone else with the books you read. He doesn’t wish to frighten you, guided by a gentle approach to engage you in conversations. You can feel his gaze follow you, a silent presence that seems to accompany your every move. In due time, Aemond would express his desire for you to be his lover, to not only give him your body, but your mind and soul. Even if you do not share his feelings, denying him is not advisable, Aemond is not one for rejections.
Even if you were to deny him, Aemond would still bring you to Mount Olympus, introducing you to the other gods, making sure you understood that your place belonged with him. And while he attempts to give you some space, the god of the sun cannot bring himself to stay away. Aemond sought to spend every moment of the day with you, from sharing the same bed, to waking together to sharing meals. He yearns to hear your every thought from the flowers you liked to your opinion on the poetry he’s dedicated to you.
Criston as Heracles + Demi- God of Strength and Heroes
Criston was born a mortal. Yet even as a child, Criston showed such strength and courage unmatched by any other. He has proven to be a fierce warrior over the years. While he was hailed as a hero, many of his rage-fueled actions beg to differ. It took Criston to die to be reborn as the Demi-god. Taken from the flames to Mount Olympus where he was granted eternal youth and the right to live among the gods. He was offered a goddess, but Criston had his eyes set somewhere else.
Criston believes he must protect you. That you need him far more than he needs you. You are just a mere mortal. One fall can be fatal. Doesn't matter that his involvement could be the very reason your life is at forfeit. Makes no difference the many times you struggle and try to escape him. Criston holds you in his arms, repeating the same mantra over and over. That you have a need for him. That he must shield you from all those who will harm you. He rarely leaves your side, and no amount of begging or insults will convince him to do so.
As your lover, you have a man capable of crushing a village to ruins, capable of winning against an army. You bring out the worst in him, the madness. A madness seen in the mere thought of you being in another’s arms. Criston won't accept the possibility of your death. He was blessed with the gift of immortality and will stop at nothing to grant you the same blessing. A wonderful thought to him, but a nightmare to you. Given the chaos that will be left behind, the gods may grant him his wish.
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Aemond loves his little family.
He keeps a watchful eye over his children, making the royal guards seem redundant. Aemond often recalls the ridicule and embarrassment he’d faced as a child—and the resulting accident—and makes it a personal matter to maintain a keen eye over how the children behave towards each other, or how other children in the keep interact with his family.
Rarely does he let his half-sister and his nephews interact with his happy little family.
The Prince is unusually involved in his children’s lives for someone of his station—the responsibility typically laying with that of wet nurses and his lady-wife’s handmaidens—yet Aemond does it anyways.
He personally oversees their studies, and has taken the task upon himself of teaching his children High Valyrian—carefully correcting mispronunciations and gently calming them when their frustrations grow.
Aemond refused to be to his children what his own father was to him—neglectful and uninterested or show obvious favoritism for one over the masses—Aemond made sure all his children felt equally as loved and cherished, in their own ways of course.
His eldest son—Vaemon—was very much the warrior every royal family hoped the first born male would be. Aemond had a little wooden sword crafted and in the small boy’s hand before the child could fully walk.Aemond was often spotted training with the young lad, teaching his heir proper techniques and how to find and use one’s advantages.
A few years behind his first born, came Vaenya. Undoubtedly his scholar in the making. The young girl would rarely be found without a book in her grasp; Aemond would gift her with every newly published book he could get his hands on, though, she greatly favorite those of the world’s history—much like her father—and Aemond would enjoy quiet evenings spent by candlelight, the two of them pouring over ancient texts. Often, Aemond would teasingly correct her posture, “Slouching is unbecoming of a Princess~”
His darling Haelera, who—affectionately named after his sweet sister—had somehow managed to gather the same odd fascination with all things creepy-crawly, still felt her father’s warm love. Though, you could say she was a lover of animals in general, it was much easier to come across bugs of various types than an odd dog or cat in the Red Keep. Aemond listening intently to every little insect fact his darling daughter brought to his attention, and would often return from his Princely duties with a jar containing a random bug much to Haelera’s delight.
And Little Raenar could just barely toddle after his older brother and his father, yet Aemond was insistent on bringing the infant as he and Vaemon trained. Aemond supposed the young babe simply liked the sounds of metal—if the light on his face and the happy giggles that floated through the training yard each time Aemond blocked one of Vaemon’s attacks were anything to go by—but the babe seemed to enjoy the activity, or his brother and sire’s company either way, and Aemond was content with including him even if his little mind wasn’t entirely sure what was happening.
Aemond personally picks each and every dragon egg that would be placed in his children’s cradles. And while, thankfully all eggs did hatch, Aemond did harbor a bit of fear that one of his children would be left to suffer a fate similar to his as a dragonless Targaryen—and vowed he’d not have them ridiculed as he once was, that he’d comfort and adore them regardless.
He relishes in teaching his children to be dragon riders. To see the ease and joy on their faces after a their first ride, to see they have what should have been his—gaining a dragon-bond at birth, and not having to lose a part of themselves in order to gain something by sheer determination—Aemond delights in taking his little clan on family rides.
Aemond would not see his little family crumble and become scattered in the winds as his extended family had been in his youth. He insists upon the family being together during every meal, not that you’d ever begin to think of denying him that—the family being as tight knit as it was—Aemond enjoyed hearing about each member of his family’s daily activities and growing interests.
He would never be more grateful to anyone more than he was to his Lady-Wife for giving him something he’d never truly had before—the gift of family—darling children that loved each other as much as their father loved them.
Aemond Targaryen loves his little family.
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Martell!Reader x Aemond Targaryen
Summary: "Perhaps I will be the first to to prompt such obedience from you... To make you bow. To bend you... To break you..."
The reader rides a giant snake bc why not.
Your ethnicity is not specified.
Also apologies in advance as I stray heavily from accurate information. I mainly used Dorne and the Martells as a place holder so this is my own narrative. For the sake of this story Dorne is it's own independent land. Viserys isn't dying in this fic because he needs to catch a break so all is right except for the classic disfunction Targaryen family. I might make this a series but right now it's a oneshot.
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The air laid heavy today as the undying heat of the desert dunes takes it's toll on you. Tearing your eyes away from the sea horizon your gaze wanders to the Sunspear port, small and far away but still so clearly visible to your bedroom tower. With uneasiness, your focal point lands on a large black ship bearing the Targaryen house symbol. Bold and imposing painted proudly on the black sails. You wonder if they were already in the castle, not knowing how late of the hour the ship got here, just that when you awoken it was miraculously there. As a Warrior Princess you pride yourself in never letting your nerves get to you but as of this moment you were a mess of anxiety, succumbing to all the ill thoughts and worries that sparked restlessness within you.
It felt stupid to be so choked up about such a frivolous thing, you always knew this day was going to come and that it was expected of you. But to have it be under such unexpected terms was gut wrenching. All your life you knew that you would never marry for love and you were alright with that, but you had at least hoped it was to somebody you were familiar with. And by familiar you did not mean this. The Targaryens were your rival house, or so it had been.
In attempts to amend old wounds your father had promised your hand to the second born prince of King Viserys Targaryen. A union that neither you or Aemond had expected, as it seemed rather out of place. Dorne is the least populated of the Seven Kingdoms and your people differ both culturally and physically from all of Westeros. So a marriage proposal from the well esteemed house Targaryen to the Martells appeared to be a myth of the First Men.
Although you weren't one to engage in pessimistic thoughts, arguably it made more sense for you to be married off to an Allyrion or Blackmont. Established noble houses of your region. The Targaryens were barbaric outsiders with tendencies to take whatever they want by bloodshed, they pave their own way with fire without regards for others. Luckily it isn't in your nature to bend and be trampled on so easily. It was known to all that your bloodlines were never meant to cross fates. The tale of how the silver haired angel fell from her grace off her dying dragons back, was a victory Dorne relished greatly in. It was a momentous triumph for history that proved the power of your people and the Martells. Aegon conquered all of Westeros but Dorne.
Some would say that there is no greater threat to the Targaryens than your bloodline. And you agreed, they had their dragons and you had your sand snakes, one venomous bite is enough to kill seven full grown dragons. Admittedly, it was a smart political move, although unforseen. A union with such bravado would surely strengthen both houses, and serve as a great threat to those who dare challenged the crown. You did feel a sense of pride not only in your house but in yourself as well, as the good of the realm rested on you.
But truthfully you were hesitant and weary, praying to the gods all goes well. As great as this union was, it also served to be quite dangerous, and can potentially be one of the most foolish mistakes all of Westeros had ever seen. If you aren't able to get along well enough, or even tolerate Aemond then goodwill will be lost and all of the realm will be set on fire. You would never purposely encourage war, but you had your own ways of living. And you understood greatly that you were far more fortunate than many women in Kingslanding. That being said, you intend to fight for your honor and dignity by all means necessary. Regardless if whether or not your husband turned out to be quite a piece of work.
You understood the true reason for your marriage, despite it being poorly concealed behind optimistic words from King Viserys. You would make it a point to yourself to do your best to serve your duty. But above all that must come your freedom and rights. Those are values you cannot afford to sacrifice. Although you doubt that the King would be malicious enough to pour honey into your fathers ears, only to set you up to be treated badly. A part of you wondered if there was any veracity to his words.
In his letter he emphasized the silent disdain your families both had for eachother, and he that wanted to put an end to things. If that is his true intentions or not was unclear, but you are not so easily trusting. You had never witnessed this so called fued between your families for yourself, having never left Dorne before. But you've heard stories of how defiant your uncles have been in court. Purposely refusing to bend the knee to the crown in their own kingdom, which of course prompted a rightful murder in your opinion. It was disrespectful and improper so therefore justified, and you were never fond of your uncles. However, this of course gave your father grounds to loathe the Targaryens. But he was much more cordial than his brothers, as he was a forgiving man.
To say that you were anxious for your husband-to-be's arrival was an understatement. You knew that your cultures varied so vastly, so what if he deemed what you were wearing improper? It was quite scandalous by the Crownlands standards but they were in your kingdom now. And truthfully it would be highly improper and frowned upon for them to chastise you in anyway. Not that you cared if they did, you had your own way of dressing and by your standards this was your idea of dressing for the occasion. You had decided to wear white instead of your house colors, it was a sign that you welcome them and were ready to accept their customs. Funnily enough, white was the color of purity and you represent anything but. Your dress was a simple one in your eyes. Soft and long in material adorned with a cape. Floral embroidery decorated the bodice of the dress, and around your waist tied a svelte sylphlike rope, casting a certain refinery to your aura. The neckline plunged low and the gown displayed two meticulous slits down the front, showcasing your thighs.
While yes it did seem rather unseemly to the unfamiliar eyes, you were not going to sacrifice your comfort and culture for the sake of decency. There was a reason to be in so little layers, the sun and heat of sahara was unkind. Sighing in content your eyes wanders over to your bed, landing on a sheathed dagger. You had put it out earlier and was originally planning on bearing it but decided not to with the advice of your mother. Scoffing at her words that rang so vividly in your ears you picked up the weapon. It was light and delicate, well as delicate as blades can get. The knife shined a pure sterling silver, unlike any other color you've seen before, well complementing your dress. It was curved in shape, mimicking a claw of sorts and the hilt was marbled with the texture of pearls. Beautiful, it was a fitting weapon for a princess of your stature. Disregarding your mothers words, you fastened the dagger around your waist, thus completing your outfit. If they dared say anything about your obscenity you would cut their tongue out of their mouth.
"Princess? They are ready for you." A member of your fathers small council alerted. Breaking you from your trance, his voice muffled slightly by your bedroom door.
The walk to the throne room was agonizing, though you held a strong and cold demeanor to the passing eye, inside you were dying. With sweaty palms you fear your head was going to explode by the amount of worries that whirlwind within it. You know little of the man you are said to marry, only hushed whispers that had managed to travel past the narrow sea. Being aware that he was a warrior, much like you, though he has little to no experience in the battlefield. You also knew that he rides the largest dragon in all of Westeros and unfortunately because of it he only has one eye. You were rather impartial on that fact, whilst yes your father did stress on you that the match wasn't ideal because of it, truthfully you did not care. After all, what's a missing eye to someone who has disfigured and tormented so many. You've had your fair shares of experience, as much as your father would allow you, but at this point you have seen it all. Honestly you were just glad to receive a match that's the same age as you. And although your views on Aemond could differ based off your judge of his character, as of right now you have yet to meet him. So it would be unjust to already discriminate against him, time would only tell if he warrants such behavior and you had plenty of patience.
Aemond however does not. His family arrived at Sunspear late in the hours of the night and were met by the King and Queen only. They were then prompted to their own rooms to get some much needed rest. All throughout the morning he has yet to see a sight of you and it was well beyond noon at this point. Now Aemond doesn't consider himself an impatient person, but when it came to meeting his soon-to-be wife he was in a particularly rushing mood. Not that he let his excitement showed, truthfully he didn't know why he was eager to meet you. Perhaps because he had long been awaiting this day since before he lost an eye. The good old days, when his childhood youth was once filled with the anticipation of receiving his own dragon and his own wife. Of course as time came the matter began to feel so subsequential, but back then that was all he ever truly cared about. Maybe in his young mind, having both a dragon and a wife meant that he was as equally masculine and worthy of the Targaryen name as his brother and nephews.
Though it was never that simple, no matter how much he tried to prove himself to his brother, he was always the lesser than. Getting picked on and berated for letting a bastard sully him. Being tormented with the idea that his wife would see him as hideous, or worst fear him. Aemond was a strong man, but he was also human and it is human for him to be insecure. What if you didn't like him? Yes he viewed this marriage as not ideal but what if you harbored animosity? Snapping out of his thoughts by his dear sister elbowing him, he turned to Helaena to wonder what prompted her discordant. It wasn't like her to be so... aware of the real world, as nicely as Aemond would put it. She nervously diverted her eyes, nodding towards towards the door and it was that moment that Aemond realized.
By the gods you were beautiful...
Ascending from the stairs was a young women unlike any he had ever seen before. And as you near Aemond found himself nervously clenching his fists. Despite showing such anxious stature, he beared no expression, contrary to his true feelings. For a moment his breathe quickened as you bow before his mother and father, gaze trailing over your exposed thighs. Scolding himself silently, he tears his eye away from your body. It was perverted for him to blatantly stare, especially since this was your normal. You probably didn't know sexual you appeared to look right now. Not that he complained.... Stop... That was how your people dressed, it would be improper to think so vile about their princess. Inhaling sharply, he keeps a steady feature as he listened to his mother greet you. Taking your hand in hers, she began to drag you over to where he and his siblings stood.
"This is prince Aegon." His mother introduced. Watching the way his brother blatantly ogled at your body, an unfamiliar feeling began to brew in his chest. He didn't like that his brother was looking at her like that, especially since she was to be his wife.
"Princess Helaena." Alicent nodded to her daughter, observing the way you smiled gently at her in acknowledgment.
"Please to meet you princess." Helaena bowed, her words timid but you returned the greeting.
"And this is prince Aemond... your betrothed."
Aemond watched your reaction carefully, taking in the way that you smiled and bowed to him. You appeared nice enough, though he didn't know what he expected. Perhaps for you to scowl and throw a fit? With this close of a distance he was able to get a good view of your face and indeed you were beautiful. But it all meant nothing if you were going to reject him. Testing the waters, Aemond takes your hand in his, curtly leaning in close as he brings your digits to his lips. Keeping a locked gaze at your expression as he places a chaste kiss on the area above your knuckles. You felt soft...
"Pleased to meet you, my princess." He spoke lowly, registering the way that you smirked in satisfaction, no alternative emotions in sight.
"The pleasure is all mine, your grace." Aemond looked at you with such scrutiny as you spoke. Trying to find hints of disgust or animosity through your porcelain mask yet as he took in every detail of your face he found no trace of abhorrence.
But behind your doe eyes there was something there, something he could not quite place. It was unfamiliar in every sense and he didn't know how to decipher it. You were giving him a knowing look as if you two both shared a sacred secret with one another. And although Aemond did not know what prompted this emotion, he desperately wanted to know more.
Much of the evening was filled with merriment and mirth as the hatred that once squandered friendships faded away. Your father and the king talked of many things alike and began to realize that in truth it was time to mend things. The tension between your families was long in the past although unavoidable between you and Aemond. He couldn't understand why he was so drawn to you but everywhere you went he followed. Watching silently like a predator stalking it's prey as you conversed with his sister. He didn't mean to be so stand offish. Truthfully he wanted to have a little privacy away from his family to get to know you more. There was very little room for you both to talk without intrusion. Whilst yes, the thought of being unsupervised with you may be a little unbecoming, he liked it that way. Perhaps only then, when he corners you, will he get to uncover the reasoning for your unbidden stares.
There was something rather vulgar beneath those siren eyes as you looked at him with sharp conviction. The way your vision would haze and cloud with interest, lips curling in a sly smirk displaying ardor. You were teasing him...
Throughout the evening you both danced around one another till eventually it turned into a game of cat and mouse. You moved with such precision and allure that Aemond found himself awestruck and wanting more. It was exciting to him. He admired how you carried yourself with such elegance and high importance, seeming almost unearthly. They say Targaryens are closer to gods than man, but your very existence challenged that claim. You had vanity, that was plain to see. Your moves are convoluted and don't go unnoticed by him, carefully articulating around the labyrinth of walls he built up. You were the embodiment of serpentine and he didn't know what scared him most. The fact that he is so ready to welcome you with open arms, or the fact that you were aware of your power over him.
Aemond, in principle, is not used to the physical manifestation of feelings. And yet here he was now, standing in the middle of a fucking desert, longing for affection. Or perhaps he only enjoyed the thought because it involved you touching him. There was something so genuine about you, something so raw and potent with rapport. He saw it while you were speaking with his sister, you treated her like anyone else and that was rare to see. You had an affinity for empathy and a way with words like no other, you knew just what to say to his family. That was impressive in it's own right.
It became glaringly obvious now to Aemond that the you had a gifted touch, you were able to make anyone feel like the rarest gem in the world. Yet in truth no diamond is brighter than it's maker. To Aemond you were a paragon of the finest jewels. The sapphire of his eye. He knew it was unhealthy for him to get so attached to you so quickly but how could he not. All his youth he had been waiting for this. Having grown up alone, watching everyone get the things he wanted and now here you were. You were his, he's never had anything that was completely fully his...
"Forgive me I didn't know anyone would be in here..." Aemond spoke lowly, breaking you from your trance as you tore your eyes away from your book.
"This is my private study, my prince... You are free to join me if you wish." The hour was late and nearly all of the castle has gone to bed already. All but you and Aemond... Welcoming him to sit with you over the fireplace as you set your literature aside. This would be interesting...
You both didn't speak for a moment as you feel his presence quickly approaching. Straightening your nightwear as you feel him sit across from you on the untaken armchair. You lift your graze to finally meet his stare in an act of bravery, breath halting for a moment... He made you nervous in every sense imaginable as he held your gaze in confidence.
Aemond Targaryen was gorgeous in such a violent way. You only began to observe it now. There was something so fierce and daunting about his face. Porcelain yet warrior-like, rivaling the beauty of Old Valyria. The prince had a certain vainglory to him. Silent but raw, untamed, and unchallenged. He was unlike any man, the son of war worthy of the iron throne. Strong nose that contrasted his expression well. Dainty lips that utter soft spoken words like whisps.
In secret you wanted them to articulate sweet nothings in your ear...
You did not know where these overwhelming feelings channeled from. But as his hold bore into you, it evoked a touch of insecurity. You felt like he was looking at your very core, past skin and bones and at your morals. Never in your life had you ever gazed at such man. His features preforming one great symphony. A constellation of trauma and abuse in the form of a scar kissed his skin, creating a myriad of Venus. It became painfully evident now that he brought something out in you. Gods be good...
He stared at her with a soft gaze, admiring the way the lit fire illuminated her skin. Openly, he thought you beautiful, although majority of the men here can also say the same thing. Yet as he looked at you more Aemond found himself really seeing you. That enchanting aura faltering just a little bit. You looked vulnerable right here, right now in this exact moment. You looked human. And he thought it was beautiful. The more he sat there the more content he got with this union, you were a fine match. Perhaps it was alright to be vulnerable....
Aemond doesn't say anything for a few more moments, simply gazing at the you as he licks his lips. While you could see yourself in his eye, you wondered what he was truly seeing to look at you like that. Like you were carved from the finest of diamonds and bathed in gold, like if you were to touch him he'd crumble– a careful mix of admiration and fear. Time starts to still and the atmosphere around you began to form tension. Suddenly the fireplace mutes, fading into nothing but hushed crackle as the two find themselves at a standstill. It was just you and him in your sacred little world... No one else... All turns irrelevant as you become intoxicated with eachothers presence.
"Tell me about yourself princess." He spoke, breaking the silence that overtook the room. Pausing for a brief moment to let his gaze wander from your face. Well..... this was improper indeed... The clothes you wore were foreign to him but he gathered it was your nightwear. Temperatures here hot here, it made sense for you to wear very little at night, not that he complained. It was captivating... the garment didn't look like a dress, but rather a two piece that was interwoven together with three long panels covering your modesty. The color was rather fitting on you, a darker grey than the dress you wore earlier almost appearing silver. Sitting with your thighs exposed in a leaned back and slack manner, Aemonds focus leaves your skin and meets your face once more. Breath hitching as your smirk widens. You had caught him looking...
"Forgive me for being so crass, but I'm not one to soften words. My people are very blunt individuals and I dislike small talk so allow me to have some clarity." Your words were honey to his ears, he wasn't entirely fond of small talk either, but your inquiry made him nervous.
"Please, never bite back your tongue when you are with me, what do you wish to know?" Aemond spoke after some time, leaning back to cross his leg over the other.
"What are your views are on our marriage and if you intend to honor our union."
"I'm not following..." Confused he urged on.
"Do you.... intend to stray from our marriage..." His eye widens at that, shocked that you would ask him such question. But it was only fair...
"I know that is straight forward and unseemly but please allow me the peace of knowing now, as it less complicates things later on..." Ah' he said within the confinements of his brain, finally understanding the meaning of your words. Aemond looked down in deep thought, trying to find the right words to say to you. He was a territorial man, possessive in every way so this question striked a certain nerve in him. He wondered why you would even ask that, unless you already had a lover.... He didn't like that thought. That could not be.
"I would never purposely hurt our dignity like that. Truthfully I find it foolish. I am a man that values duty above all, and tis my duty to be your husband and unite our kingdoms. I have seen what infidelity has done to my family, the strain it puts on my mother... I never want to be the cause of her pain by fathering bastard children. So perhaps it is best we stay true to one another." Satisfied with his response, you let out a faint 'hm' before turning away.
"So I've heard... Thank you for enlightening me." You spoke as you stared in great thought at the fire, though he can see a faint smile on your lips.
"Has word of my bastard nephews been so vastly spread that it reached the shores of Sunspear?" He pressed on, now an accompanying smile spreads on his lips, mirroring his companions expression. You laughed at that, a sound Aemond declared he liked.
"People talk, prince Aemond, naturally word would get around." You spoke teasingly, stopping for minute just to admire one another. Calmness falling over you both, as you sat still unbidden just gazing into eachothers rarity.
"Hmm... Tell me, do you intend to honor our union?" Aemond spoke, his voice sounded rougher than before, and you think he may have even rolled his eye. Smirking to yourself as you began to understand that he was a possessive man.
"Of course. I believe in fair playing fields, and getting even. So if you do not provoke me then I will not act out and provoke you. If you are loyal then I will be loyal." In a quick motion he was up his chair and standing directly in between your thighs. You peered up at him through your lashes, the smirk pulling at your lips growing by the second.
His heart sits heavily between the two of you, weeping for your touch, yearning with such want, such need. He swears when your eyes echoes his wants, tempting him to indulge you through curled lashes. The man condemns himself for feeling so reckless, so needy, he had never felt this way before... Felt so much desire towards another individual. He knew this was bad, a distraction but if you were a sin, he'd happily walk into the gates of hell. And at that he surged forward. Breathing a shaky sigh as his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing tightly.
You whimper at the pressure, your small hands flying to hold his arm but it was no use. He laughed lightly, pushing your head back onto the armchair, almost taunting you. Your back arches lightly, trying to push yourself up against him, whining when you couldn't. He leans down over you, his face so close as he lifts his knee onto the chair. Placing it directly in between your thighs, almost touching your heat.
Oh how badly he wanted this...
"Is that a threat my princess?" Aemond says directly in your right ear, his thumb leaving your neck to roughly graze your lower lip. You don't meet his eyes, choosing to look at somewhere else. You fear if you looked at him you'd lose the remaining composure you had left. He didn't like that, roughly turning your head to meet his face.
"No. I'm merely stating that I refuse to be subjected. Tis' not in my nature to bend the knee. Especially not to Targaryens. I understand that it is our duty to get along but who knows how this marriage ends up playing out. The Martells have stood unbowed, unbent and unbroken for centuries. You may burn me, but you will never make me kneel." You say through a heavy chest, trying desperately to get the words out even though you sounded much needier than intended.
It’s was hot, almost unbearable, and you wondered if whether or not it was the scorching heat of the sun, or just your own body feeling all flushed. Deciding it was the latter since the introductory was highly unlikely. You waited for him to speak, looking sharply at his lips. His eyelids flutter. Never in a million years would he have expected to be driven to the brink of insanity by the mere thought of someone’s lips. Nevertheless, you came along to put all of his bravado to shame. He felt like a young boy again, experiencing all of his firsts once more but this time, it was not with a lowly prostitute under Aegon's urge. No, he was entirely in control and the feelings were infinitely better, you were a goddess. Temptation lulled together with passion and possessiveness. Emotions being cradled by divinity in it's arms, it was all so intense. He wanted more of it...
"Perhaps I will be the first to to prompt such obedience from you, princess..." Aemond whispered, placing his forehead over your own as his finger tips trailed over the exposed skin of your waist. You shiver lightly and he laughs, closing your eyes as his hands get lower and lower...
"To make you bow in submission." He draws smooth circles on your hips. You felt warm, it was all too much but you didn't want him to stop. You liked the way he was speaking so close to you, liked the way he touched all over your body.
"To bend you..." Your eyes open lightly as you began to feel him lift your right thigh up onto the armchair. Looking at him as he says the words so slowly, watching as he positioned your body.
"To break you." He does the same to your left thigh, and it was at this point on you began to realize that he had spread your legs wide open. Fuck... The situation now dawning on you. This wasn't right... not until you were both married...
"You forget yourself, Aemond." You remind him, eyes locked on the visible bulge on his pants.
"Perhaps I do, there is a fire in you and it amuses me." Channelling the words deep in his throat as he grabs ahold of your jaw, forcing you to look up at him and away from his desire.
"Would you like to keep being amused?" Smirking lightly, a playful veil over takes your features.
"It's too soon my sweet." Aemond nods. If it were any other day he would have taken you, right here, right now. But it was far too soon, you had just met today and his mother would have his head if he bruised you this early on. He was not a gentle man, the world would know if he fucked you.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Aemond scoffs at that, watching you turn away. He straightens up, but still keeps his leg in between your spread thighs.
"Oh do you not? Then please tell me, how do you plan on amusing me?" Lightly guiding your chin with his fingers to look at him once more.
"With my lips of course."
"We can't touch eachother but there's no saying we can't share a loving kiss, or perhaps a kiss more than loving..." You smile lightly and he mirrors your expression.
"Now that I can condone." And at that he leans forward to cup your face and takes your lips in his. Holding his wrists once more, you smile into the kiss. Maybe this union wouldn't be all that bad... You're getting quite content with being by Aemonds side.
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Authors Note:
I want to make this a little mini series perhaps, like you and Aemond's wedding and consummation, your children being born, you meeting Vhagar and him meeting your giant snake etc. Let me know what you guys think. I also did not edit this beforehand lmao. I'm not overly proud of this story but it's a good way to revive my Tumblr and branch out from the MCU. I'm taking requests in my inbox!
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Their Angel. Yan!HOTD x Reader
I've been having so many thoughts about yandere house of the dragon x reader, how the 3 big houses (Targaryen, Velaryon & Hightower) would fight for the darlings' affection. Platonic, Familial or romantic.
I feel like they would, of course, all fight over what colours you would wear, what house you represent until a very annoyed and exhausted council member suggested white.
"like an angel," Viserys adds, it was said that the gods had sent you down to bless them so dressing you in white seemed the best option... but that didn't stop them from gifting you jewellery that had the colours of their house.
The Hightower jewellery had the most expensive Jade and Emerald on top of gold, these pieces can range from delicate rings to big statement necklaces that encompass your neck. Alicent prefers to give you these gifts in person, alone, perhaps in her or your chambers. Presenting you with the beautifully engraved box as she opens it, showing you a new necklace with a beautiful dark green emerald. Otto's gifts never cease to awe you in how quiet that man is in his actions, a small indiscreet box upon your pillow when you ready for bed. Inside lays a note, upon which Otto describes the moment he found this beautiful ring and knew he must get it for you, the handwriting almost as beautiful as the peridot ring you now proudly wear on your pinkie.
The Targaryen jewellery is almost always extravagant, having connections to get you the best out of everything. Viserys gifts you capes, crowns and veils but unlike the others, he almost always keeps them in white, unless they have jewels. His favourite thing to see you in is crown veils, the jewellery hanging down and framing your face makes you seem like you stepped down from heaven's gate. When Aemma was still around, she gifted you rings and earrings, she wasn't able to give you much before she passed in childbirth. So you hold these gifts quite dearly to your heart, always sporting the dark ruby red ring on your thumb, twisting it when you get nervous. Rhaenrya, oh dear Rhaenrya, she wanted everyone to know that you belong to the Targaryens. To the Blood of The Dragons, her first gift to you was a cloak clasp that show two dragons on each side, her second gift was a crystal bracelet that had a chain connecting to a ring, it was a simple design but by the gods it made you feel exquisite. There was one gift that set the nail in the coffin, it was a gift from Rhaenrya and Aemma, a dragon that wrapped around your neck. Signifying the hold that House Targaryen has on you.
The Velaryon jewellery is often pearls or other sea gemstones as they sit on driftmark and have a hand over the trading routes, Rhaenys upon her second meeting of you, gifting you a pearl ring slipping upon your finger herself. Corlys gifted you a relic that was been with the Veleryons for ages on your first birthday with them, the beautiful necklace made with blue topaz, moonstones and blue chalcedony, wrapped beautifully with Valeryon silver. Vaemond... never was quite as fond as you as his brother and sister-in-law were, you were no Targaryen or Velaryon but for small moments he forgot that and adored your sweet smile.
I would love to draw male and female outfits of what this au's darling would look like, i can also do a part two of the other things the other characters would give you as i excluded a lot as to not make this any longer than it is. Should i make a fic with this idea? pls send me an ask if you're interested in this au
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it's yours.
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jacaerys (jace) velaryon x twin sister!reader
word count: 2.2k
rating: PG-13 (with hints of suggestiveness of you squint)
summary: jace returns from a voyage amassing wealth and knowledge like nothing before, yet after a year, it's only you he craves.
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Your twin Jacaerys had always grown up beside you, raised by the hip by your mother Princess Rhaenyra and your father, who wasn’t exactly your father really Lord Laenor Velaryon, who stepped up to be the father that was there for every milestone for you and your siblings.
You have her Valyrian features, of silver hair and lavender eyes. Many ask for you hand, sing songs of my beauty, paint my likeness, but you refuse at the moment. You will not settle down or marry until I have decided and been courted properly. You know you offer much more than your beauty.
Jacaerys was away for a voyage with your grandsire Lord Corlys and Lucerys. He had returned much more learned, confident and more of a man than the boy he was the day he left, having grown taller and more muscular. Meanwhile, you have grown more womanly, shapely and beautiful. He holds a Valyrian steel necklace with amethysts in his hand, the steel shimmering in the sunlight.
“ Jace, you've returned!”
You run towards him, not caring how unlady like it seems when you pull up your skirts to not trip on your feet, and to get to him as soon as you can. He wraps his arms around you, more toned and buff than he was when he returned, slightly tanned from his time on voyage and a musky scent of sea salt lingered from him.
Jacaerys was back in your arms, alive and well in one piece and he was right here in the flesh. He pulls away from you, the smile on his face still there, as he takes in that he is back to you, and how you have changed in his absence.
He steps back in awe as he admires you, unbelieving how much you had transformed over the years.
“Oh, how you have grown sister.”
“So have you, Jace.” You smile sweetly, tension hanging in the air.
Digging into his pockets, he unveils a velvet case and opens it up to you, revealing a Valyrian steel necklace similar to your mother’s own, but studded with amethysts.
"It's yours, sister."
You gasp in shock, hands shaking as your eyes flicker between his tanned form and the pendant in his hands.
“You did not! I will not accept this.” Your smile can’t fall off your face as you cross your arms and turn away from him but he insists, holding the case over his shoulder.
“I insist, sister. For me, please?” He pleads with his signature hazel puppy eyes that he knows you can’t refuse and you sigh and shake your head as you surrender.
Jace grins in victory when you accept, taking your other hand in his and brushing his thumb against your knuckles.
“Turn around. Let me put it on you. I want to see my girl wearing my gift for her.”
Facing your back against him, you hear his footsteps creak against the wood of the dock as he comes closer to you, chest pressed against you, feeling every crevice of his muscle against your own.
As his warm breath tickles the crook where your shoulder meets your neck, you feel a shiver down your spine and your mouth is nearly agape by the time he locks the necklace before you put your hair down.
Turning you over by the waist, he admires his creation with a satisfied smirk and a hand on his chin.
“Beautiful. My, how you have blossomed into a great beauty sister. Even more than I have imagined in my wildest dreams.”
A blush formed on your cheeks as you shyly looked down,yet he caressed your face, prompting you to look him in the eye as he looked down on you, the height difference between you two more apparent than ever before.
“Don’t hide your beauty, my love. You have blossomed into a great beauty. I am sure every lord is lucky to be your suitor, clamoring for your hand.”
Gathering yourself, you smile and nod, grasping onto his forearm and feeling the breeze against your warm skin.
“Yes, many have tried and still persist. Yet none has caught my eye.”
“Truly? None?” He teases with a raised eyebrow as you both chuckle and you beckon him to join your family inside.
…
Jacaerys is welcomed back by the realm with open arms, heralded with weeks long celebrations and festivities. As he has his moment in the sun, you watch from the sidelines, observing quietly with a sense of pride and a drink in your hand as the kingdoms unanimously cheer and celebrate their future king.
Observing the sunset glowing into warm orange and pink and purple hues, as you stood by the balcony admiring the scenery, you did not expect him to appear by your side wordlessly, with a curious expression on his face.
“Been ignoring me, sister? How you have been wounded by pride, where I have been away so long and now you wish to be apart from me again?” He jests lightheartedly, posture relaxed as he rests his hips on the balcony next you.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his playful nature, an ease to himself that was not naturally found before his voyage, when he left as a scared, pensive and overthinking boy, and returned a confident, self assured, cultured and intelligent young man.
“I am not ignoring you at all. On the contrary, I wanted to give you your space for time in glory, so that the night would be all about you. The realm awaited your return and now they have their prince.” You defended yourself with a smile, sipping on your goblet.
He quirked an eyebrow amusedly. “And did you await your prince?”
Rolling your eyes, you put your drink down on the balcony and face him, standing right in front of him. His eyes followed your every move with piqued interest, an entertained smirk on his face as his hands tugged on the necklace on your neck possessively, the cold steel stinging deliciously onto your skin like a mark all over you.
“Of course I did. I wrote back to you every single time your letters arrived to me. Even when I wouldn’t get anything from you, I would hope for any word from grandsire or Luke, any message from you or any signs that you were alive.” You spoke defensively, as if offended by the accusation that you were indifferent towards him throughout all his eyes threading the dangerous seas.
“You did. How lovely to hear my sister cared so much for me. I saved every letter you sent.”
“Every letter?”
He nodded proudly, looking out briefly into the night skies before returning to seeing only you. “Every single one. I too was dismayed when I would not get a letter from you or missed a day from our messengers.”
“I thought you could have died while you were away, Jace! Or even…I thought you would have found the company of someone else and forgotten all about me back in Westeros.”
Jacaerys sneered in glee, resting his palms on your shoulders, feeling your bare skin on his rough, calloused palms and pushing you closer to his warmth. “Was my sister jealous of my travels?”
You scoffed and glared, avoiding his intense stare. “I am not! I was merely concerned for you and our family members’ well being. On behalf of the kingdom at large, I was concerned with making sure you, Luke and Grandpa Corlys came back home safe!”
He laughed in barely hidden amusement at your flustered expression. “You are adorable, aren’t you? Are you sure you were not wondering whether I was with another in more intimate situations? I was in exotic lands, so it must have-”
An ugly, all-consuming tugged at the pit of your stomach as he described the picture, rearing its ugly head as you wished to drown out any visions of him physically entangled with another.
You feigned indifference, raising your chin proudly and crossing your arms wanting to appear indifferent. “Like I cared. You’re a man now anyway. Targaryen men have never learned to keep it in their pants. The fire in your blood hungers and craves for satisfaction and desire.”
Jace only laughed at your attempt, patting your head affectionately as if he was petting a dog.
“Oh, sister. I see right through you. You care for me, so much that you’d worry about me with someone else. Worry not, many women may have offered their services and company, but I only crave one lady’s heart and hand. Yours.” He circles his hands around your waist, staring you in the eye with a sincere, loving expression.
You didn’t want to believe or listen to him - a wall placed around your heart for protection from getting hurt, from the possibility of getting so close and losing him.
“As dutiful and honourable as you are, I wouldn’t be surprised if your guard was down and you indulged yourself in the pretty ladies at your feet.”
He shakes his head, a hand on his heart as he swore. “I mean it with my life and blood. I may have heard and seen things about how the act and romance goes, but I have saved myself for one woman only. The one and only who deserves my heart and favour. That is you, sister.” Cupping your chin, he rubs his thumb against your bottom lip, feeling the pout forming on your mouth.
“You promise?” You ask quietly, a hushed whisper only he can hear amidst the loud echoes from the crowd bustling metres away inside the Keep.
“I promise, with everything that I am and ever will be. There was only one name I thought of as I slept at night, that I prayed for and wrote in my journal alongside my travels. The only one whose letters I awaited on baited breath, who caused me despair when I thought you wanted nothing to do with me when days came without a letter, but relieved when I found out only a storm en route to the voyage may have lost the letter or delayed it by days or weeks.” Jace insists solemnly, all jest gone from his words as he meant every single thing he said.
“I feared some knight or great lord could have swept you off your feet in my absence, that I could have lost you and could do nothing about it, that I would have been too late to make a difference if I tried to return.” His voice grew shaky and weary, pulling you closer to him as if he was afraid you would perish or melt in his arms.
You looked at him with wide, concerned eyes, watching the uncertainty and fear take over him, which was hidden by the assured, suave image he tried to project, but with you, he could not hide for too long. That has not changed.
“I could never. I tried looking for you in every suitor that came my way, but they are not you. They all missed something, they didn’t have your eyes or your smile, they were smart but not as smart as you, caring but not with the same edge you had.” You spoke, releasing a deep breath you did not know you were holding in, resting your palms on his broad chest, as if to soothe and calm him.
To feel him against your own flesh, that he has returned, that he was yours, and yours alone. His scent flooded your senses in the familiarity, how he had changed but stayed the same simultaneously.
“I want your hand. I want you.I want you to be my wife, in the tradition of our house. I have only imagined being king with you as my queen by my side. I want you to be mine, to have your heart and hand. I want to make you the happiest woman alive by my side, as my wife, as my lover, as the mother of my future children. Do you want that too?” He takes your hand into his and looks at you pleadingly, hopeful and anticipating.
You considered his proposal carefully, but there was only one answer for you. One you already knew deep within you.
“Yes. Even if mother and grandsire may have alluded and wanted for this marriage politically and for the realm, I want this for myself. For you. As people, as young lovers, as humans, not future heirs to the throne.” I nod enthusiastically.
Jace erupts in a joy like no other, his smile bright and joy undeniable as he pulls you into a tight embrace, pressing his nose against your neck.
“May I have a kiss to seal our union, my love?”
Tears brimming in your eyes from reprieve, you rest your palm on the back of his neck as you press your lips against his, standing on your tiptoes. It was warm, passionate and longing, as if needing release from so long apart.
He grinned into your kiss, soft lips pressing against yours, tongue swiping at your bottom lip before he pulled away in victory. His broad palms explore your form as if studying every crevice, pleased by the woman you have grown to become and the one he loves more day by day.
“My queen.”
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PROPUESTA DESESPERADA
→ Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!OC [Rhaella Targaryen]
✦ Sinopsis: Para proteger a su padre y hermana, Rhaella está dispuesta a pactar con quien más detesta: su tío.
✦ Advertencias: Incesto / Diferencia de edad / Violencia / Enemistad / ¿Confort?
✦ Palabras: 4437
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Rodeados de un aura de profunda tristeza, Laenor y Rhaenyra intercambiaron sus votos y los espectadores contuvieron el aliento con el corazón tenso. El estrés dolía en los hombros de cada uno, el comienzo de días de celebración terminando en una boda apresurada a causa de la violenta muerte del amante del Velaryon.
Rhaella inspiró profundo y juntó las manos al frente, absoluta furia dominándola ante el hecho de que Alicent, bañada en color verde, silenciosamente declaró ante los invitados que los Hightower estaban en desacuerdo con las decisiones del Rey. Todos en la mesa principal habían quedado atónitos y sin capacidad de habla, susurros esparciéndose en otras casas ante tremendo escándalo. El impacto fue tan fuerte que anuló la percepción de la joven Targaryen, y ciertamente ignoró las señales que presagiaban una velada desastrosa.
Recordar la traición de la Reina generaba deseos de tomarla del cabello y estrellarla contra el suelo, pero de pronto, Viserys, estando de pie en medio de ambas, tambaleó y en un parpadeo cayó. Jadeos resonaron e inmediatamente los cercanos intentaron auxiliarle, aunque no sabían qué hacer al no presentar dolencias obvias.
—¡Llamen a los sanadores! —gritó Rhaenys tomando el control y evitando que un nuevo caos.
Rhaella se arrodilló y desesperada buscó alguna señal que la guiara, al tomar las manos del Targaryen notando que, bajo uno de los guantes negros, faltaban una gran cantidad de dedos. Terror la cubrió al darse cuenta que lo que creía se derrumbaba, en solo unas horas entendiendo que Alicent era una amenaza y la buena salud de su padre no era más que una fachada.
—Princesa, lo siento, pero debe hacer espacio —indicó Ser Harrold, quien a un costado tenía a un agitado sanador.
Sin pensar agarró la extremidad que ofrecía y se puso de pie, inconscientemente apretando tan fuerte de su palma que el caballero hizo una breve mueca de dolor.
—Hermana —llamó Rhaenyra rodeándola de la cintura y alejándola de la escena.
—Papá… —murmuró preocupada intentando no llorar.
—Estará bien, tranquila —aseguró, aunque ni siquiera ella sabía si eso sería así.
Laena se acercó para abrazarla desde el otro lado y en silencio vieron como lo examinaban, Alicent moviéndose por el perímetro en clara incomodidad hasta que fue a buscar la corona que yacía en el suelo. El trío se tensó de inmediato y Rhaella abrió grande los ojos sintiendo un insulto que sus desagradables manos tocaran algo tan importante, la Hightower ignorando a todos y en silencio yendo a donde transportaban a su marido.
—Iré —anunció Corlys sin perder tiempo, a paso largo siguiendo el grupo y dejando a Rhaenys para consolarlas y cuidar de su hijo.
—Lamento que sucediera de ésta manera, pero… felicidades en su unión —dijo Laena con una triste sonrisa, enseguida abrazando al chico.
El masculino arrugó el ceño y se hundió en la familiaridad, así llorando con algo más de soltura mientras escenarios de futuros catastróficos se generaban en la mente de la Targaryen menor.
—Maldita perra de los Hightower —escupió con un enojo que no combinaba con la angustia general.
—¡Rhaella! —regañó su hermana, enseguida mirando los alrededores y deseando que nadie le hubiera escuchado insultar a la reina.
—Ser Harwin —llamó al liberarse de quienes la sostenían, casi ni dejando que hablara antes de inclinarse a su oído—. Busca a Daemon y llévalo a mi habitación. Es importante, no debe escapar.
El Strong la observó unos momentos en profunda reflexión y asintió, enseguida partiendo a cumplir la orden.
—¿Qué harás? —preguntó Rhaenyra disminuyendo la distancia.
La joven la miró a sus violáceos ojos y sintió el pecho oprimirse en cariño, las emociones del día provocando que realmente apreciara a quienes amaba.
—Tengo un plan para cuidarte.
—¿De qué? —frunció el ceño.
—Todo —rió con desgano—. Alicent te abandonó y nada detendrá a Otto de impulsar a su nieto al trono.
—Soy la heredera —dijo de inmediato con tono ofendido.
—Dudo que a ellos les importe demasiado. Una mujer jamás reinó y cantarán cada razón por la cual no eres adecuada, además…
—¿Qué?
—Papá tiene una enfermedad, algo le sucede a su cuerpo, en el suelo lo descubrí —confesó, una nueva ola de angustia haciendo que se le cerrara la garganta—. Tu mayor apoyo está debilitándose.
Rhaenyra apretó los labios y arrugó la frente, su estómago y pecho tensándose en conflicto.
—¿Cuál es tu idea?
—No es el momento ni el lugar —susurró apreciando los pocos presentes—. Mañana te explicaré.
—Esperar en intriga es insoportable —inclinó la cabeza tomándola de la mano.
—Confía en mí, debo pulir unos detalles antes de informarte.
La primogénita se le quedó viendo y abatida asintió, agarradas a la otra acercándose a los Velaryon y notando la duda que tenían ante la secreta conversación. Rhaella hizo una sonrisa torcida y desvió la atención felicitando a los recién casados, enseguida compartiendo sus lamentos por Joffrey Lonmouth.
—Aguardemos por noticias en el patio, éste lugar no es apropiado —comentó Laena aún sosteniendo al joven, disimuladamente señalando los restos líquidos del fallecido.
—Si, por supuesto —asintió Rhaenyra colocando una mano en la cintura de Laenor.
Avanzaron hacia las puertas y la segunda en línea al Trono de Hierro hizo lo mejor para tapar la sangre de la vista del Velaryon, un pequeño empujón de su madre animándolo a no frenar. Miradas curiosas y apenadas se posaron en ellos a medida que avanzaban, los recién casados debiendo fingir sonrisas a quienes los congratulaban.
—Será mejor que vayan a los dormitorios, tendrán calma allí —indicó Rhaella con la frente arrugada, las interacciones en tal desequilibro emocional fastidiándola demasiado.
—Avisaremos cuando existan novedades —informó la superior del grupo, su expresión generalmente severa no dando lugar a replicas.
Laenor asintió y su hermana eligió acompañarle, Rhaenyra dándole un vistazo a la menor antes de partir.
—¿Cómo te sientes? —preguntó Rhaenys.
—Preocupada y confundida —suspiró antes de cerrar los ojos y negar con cansancio.
—El acto de la Reina fue todo un espectáculo, los murmullos continuarán durante meses.
—No lo menciones que me hierve la sangre —encajó la mandíbula, cualquier agotamiento borrándose en el fuego que se encendió en el pecho.
—Temía que ésto sucediera, sin dudas a Rhaenyra le esperan desafíos para llegar al trono.
La joven le miró poco agradecida por sus conclusiones, algo en la forma de hablar entregándole escasa confianza.
—Soy consciente.
Trató de ignorar el tema y en conjunto caminaron a uno de los jardines, con la mayor elegancia posible sentándose en uno de lo bancos a mirar el cielo. Rhaella apenas notaba lo que sucedía alrededor y perdida admiró el anochecer, por dentro aliviándose de no ver a Caraxes por los cielos.
—Princesa Rhaenys, Princesa Rhaella —llamó Ser Harrold con paso calmo y una mano en el mango de la espada—. Traigo buenas noticias.
Ambas se pusieron de pie y escucharon, con sonrisas respirando en paz al oír que Viserys había despertado y conversaba con normalidad. La única explicación de los médicos fue un pico de estrés a causa del trabajo y los horribles eventos del día, así que estaba reposando con visitas limitadas para evitar agitaciones emocionales.
—¿Podré verlo?
—Deberá consultar con el Gran Maestre.
Rhaella asintió y Rhaenys dijo que fuera a los aposentos de su padre mientras avisaba a los demás, a lo que la femenina tomó la oportunidad y desapareció por los pasillos. Consultó con Mellos y minutos fueron otorgados, con aura amable ingresando hasta que apreció la presencia de Alicent. La observó con dureza y se encaminó al sillón donde el hombre descansaba notablemente apaleado, una sirvienta acercándole una silla.
Sonrió y lo agarró de la mano viendo que la otra estaba completamente vendada, en el proceso avisándole que la boda terminó sin más novedades y podía reposar tranquilo.
—Qué alegría —murmuró cerrando los ojos y dejando caer la cabeza en el respaldo—. ¿La familia está bien?
—Preocupada por ti, pero Rhaenys fue a dar las noticias de que estás vivo —rió intentando subirle el espíritu.
—Si mis parientes siguen dándome disgustos o sorpresas, no sé cuánto más tiempo pueda decir que lo estoy —suspiró elevando ambas cejas.
—Lo sé, se arregla un inconveniente y aparece otro —coincidió en el proceso de mirar a Alicent de arriba a abajo.
—Hija… —apretó su mano llamándole la atención—. ¿Tú cómo estás?
—Mejor ahora que puedo hablar contigo.
Viserys sonrió y la miró conmovido.
—No pierdas tu tiempo con éste viejo, intenta encontrar a alguien y ser feliz… Eso me dejaría tranquilo.
—¿Sugieres que busque un esposo?
—Nunca me has dado problema, así que puedo otorgarte ese beneficio.
Rhaella miró el suelo con una mueca de gracia e inspiró profundo antes de inclinarse y hablarle en secreto.
—Tengo alguien en mente, pero no te gustará —dijo, de alguna manera intentando verse inocente y apenada para apelar a su sensibilidad.
—¿Quién? —frunció el ceño al tiempo que se sentaba más derecho.
Ambos se miraron en silencio y él pareció comprender, anonadado empezando a tomar color en el rostro por el impacto.
—Shhh —negó suave como si hablara con un niño—. Tengo un plan, es por una buena razón, pero debes confiar en mí.
—No, Rhaella, no…
—Quieto, debes estar en paz —señaló con más volumen para que Alicent la apoyara y así cortar la conversación.
—Las indicaciones del Gran Maestre fueron claras —añadió la Reina poniéndose de pie—. Dormir te hará bien, llamaré para que te preparen.
Viserys separó los labios con intenciones de pelear, pero enseguida se rindió a las ordenes de su esposa.
—Hablaremos pronto, ¿de acuerdo? —acarició su mano con ambas suyas.
—Reconsidera lo que has decidido —dijo con el ceño fruncido.
—Es por un bien mayor, para mantener el nombre de nuestra familia y evitar futuros problemas —dijo exudando confianza—. No te preocupes, de verdad.
El Targaryen la miró inseguro y negó cerrando los ojos.
—No hagas nada imprudente hasta que me expliques qué pasa por esa cabeza tuya.
—Primero debo saber si él estará de acuerdo por lo que pasa en ésta cabeza mía —rió dándole unas palmadas—. Hay cosas que no sabes, así que mantenerlo cerca será beneficioso en varios sentidos.
—Siempre has sido la más sensata, aunque ahora…
—Poseo buenas razones, es decir, tú sabes del desagrado que le tengo.
—Justamente, temo que los eventos de hoy te hayan dañado el juicio.
—Somos la Casa del Dragón, nuestras mentes no trabajan como las del resto —guiñó un ojo, pero Viserys no estaba tan jovial como ella.
Intentó calmarlo y quitarle las molestias, pero fueron interrumpidos por Mellos y Lyonel Strong.
—Lo siento, Princesa, pero el Rey debe descansar.
Asintiendo, ella se puso de pie y lo abrazó entregando las buenas noches. Se encaminó a la salida y le miró una última vez notando la suplica en sus ojos, por lo que sonrió e hizo un gesto de despedida antes de cerrar la puerta.
Ya a solas, suspiró y frotó las sienes a paso pesado hasta ver a Ser Harwin custodiar la entrada de su habitación.
—¿Ha esperado mucho? —preguntó parando frente a él.
—Lo necesario.
—¿Pudiste cumplir?
—Absolutamente, Princesa —confirmó, disimulado echando una mirada a los aposentos.
Rhaella entrecerró los ojos e inspiró profundo intentando calmar los repentinos nervios.
—Gracias, eso será todo por hoy.
Avanzó unos pasos y amagó a tomar el pomo cuando él estiró un brazo, rígido evitando que le dejara. Ella sostuvo la extremidad al haberlo chocado y miró sorprendida con los labios entreabiertos.
—Vigilaré, si necesita ayuda llame o haga estruendo.
—D-De acuerdo —respondió algo descolocada.
Harwin prolongó el momento unos segundos y liberó el camino, Rhaella tragando y centrándose antes de ingresar. La habitación estaba en penumbras y la luz de las antorchas del pasillo desapareció una vez que cerró la puerta, las velas esparcidas cumpliendo un rol mucho más débil que las grandes llamas.
Los rincones estaban oscuros y avanzó lento mirando alrededor, naturalmente llegando al tocador y enfocándose en quitarse la joyería.
—Empezaba a pensar que me dejarías aguardando toda la noche.
Incluso si sabía que estaba allí, su voz la sobresaltó y provocó que trastabillara en los simples movimientos que realizaba.
—Vengo de visitar a tu hermano —respondió sin girar—. ¿Te interesa saber?
—Hace años que su salud no es óptima, dudo que lo sucedido hoy sea otra cuestión que logre sorprenderme.
—¿Por qué no hablaste? Nadie sabía —recriminó con cierto enojo.
—No me inmiscuyo en los asuntos de los demás.
Rhaella lanzó la cabeza hacia atrás y soltó una fuerte risa sarcástica, la cual duró poco para continuar con los accesorios de su cabello.
—En todo caso, la salud de papá es solo una de las razones por las que te llamé.
—Escucho —anunció indiferente, y ella podía imaginar que estaba cruzado de brazos con una expresión completamente aburrida.
La joven Targaryen inspiró y detestó el enorme nudo en su estómago, los nervios y la ansiedad enredándose como dos serpientes que la comían desde adentro.
—Más allá de si tus intenciones con Rhaenyra son amorosas o por conveniencia, tenerte cerca sería un gran beneficio en más de un sentido. Sé que tu lealtad a la Casa del Dragón es inquebrantable y que, a tu muy retorcida manera, intentas cuidar de todos —confesó, vociferar aquello generando cierto disgusto—. Pensé que con la boda los problemas se habrían solucionado, pero entonces Alicent decidió convertirse en la molestia principal. Hasta hora creí que al menos estaba de nuestro lado cuando no intentó empujar a su primogénito como heredero al trono, pero hoy su fidelidad claramente cambió y ya poseé dos hijos varones que ofrecer.
—¿Vas a pedir que los mate?
La pregunta la tomó por sorpresa y elevó ambas cejas antes de soltar la respiración que guardaba en una risa aireada.
—Es una idea tentadora, pero no.
—¿Entonces?
Rhaella apretó los labios y decidió terminar después con el cabello, así volteando y enfrentando por primera vez al hombre. Se hallaba a unos cuantos metros, cerca de su cama, y estaba apoyado contra la pared en la posición que había pensado. Aún usaba las ropas de la celebración y lucía bastante arreglado considerando que desapareció con una rapidez espectacular cuando el caos estalló.
Inclinó la cabeza y juntó fuerza, por un momento desanimándose al recordar que no era más que una niña intentando atrapar a un rebelde y violento adulto para sus planes.
—Te propongo un matrimonio, conmigo —indicó lo más natural posible.
Daemon elevó ambas cejas en absoluta incredulidad. Silencio cayó entre ambos y él no dejó de verla mientras su mente iba a completa velocidad, varias ideas surgiendo y pareciendo hacerlo entender.
—¿Cuáles son tus razones para caer en ésta conclusión?
—Mi padre, Rhaenyra y el futuro de los Targaryen —resumió, acto seguido dando un paso y juntando las manos en la espalda en señal de que aún tenía la palabra—. Siendo mi esposo tendrás una gran cantidad de beneficios, considerando que ahora estás en absoluta desventaja...
—¿Disculpa? —interrumpió despegándose de la pared.
—Déjame terminar —dijo seca sin mostar debilidad al repentino destello de amenaza—. Durante mucho tiempo has estado lejos de casa y al regresar solo tuviste ojos para Rhaenyra, lo cual no es algo que me moleste, pero dudo que hayas sido capaz de apreciar la profundidad de la conexión de nuestras almas como amigas y hermanas. Independientemente de la ley, ella ya ha comunicado que seré su heredera, y siendo mi esposo podrás avanzar y saltar a todo los hijos que Alicent y mi padre generen. Nuevamente estarás segundo en la línea de sucesión, como consorte, aunque no importa mucho el rol que ocupes cuando mi buena imagen ante el pueblo opaque tus… caprichos y te tomen como un digno referente —explicó con el corazón acelerado, por dentro deseando verse tan firme como sus palabras sonaron.
Daemon, que lento caminaba por la habitación y acortaba la distancia, tenía la mirada igual de afilada que Hermana Oscura.
—¿Has pensado en profundidad la propuesta?
—Al principio consideraba la forma de ayudar a Rhaenyra cuando los gustos de Laenor se desvían de lo que se espera de nosotros, pero luego del espectáculo de Alicent entendí que tu participación es sumamente importante para frenar a los Hightower —realizó una pausa y miró a un costado ligeramente nerviosa por lo que iba admitir—. Como segunda heredera al Trono de Hierro no deseo reinar junto a cualquier idiota, o peor, que me obliguen a dejar mi puesto y los hijos de Alicent sean los siguientes en línea. Ningún Targaryen merece estar al poder si son parientes de Otto.
—Sabias palabras —coincidió de inmediato—. Sin embargo, podría pasarte como a mí y los hijos de tu hermana podrán ser proclamados por encima de ti.
—No importa —aseguró de inmediato—. Los originales de ésta familia son mis padres, tú, Rhaenyra y yo, mi verdadero interés es que el poder se mantenga entre nosotros.
—Así que propones una boda conmigo para elevarme en la sucesión, ¿pero luego indicas que plácidamente harás que me aleje de la corona por los hijos de mi sobrina? —preguntó con sorna—. ¿De ésta manera esperas convencerme de ahogarme en otro matrimonio?
—¿No has entendido todo lo que he implicado? Deseo que nos unamos para que también puedas estar con Rhaenyra y en secreto engendrar los hijos que supuestamente serán de Laenor. Acepté ser heredera para quitar a los Hightower, pero no me opondré a que los descendientes de mi hermana y tío tomen la corona.
Daemon quedó en blanco y paró su caminar, sus ojos violetas buscando que tanta falsedad había en esas declaraciones.
—¿Hablas en serio?
—Absolutamente —asintió sosteniéndole la mirada—. El único problema será que empezarán a presionar para que nosotros tengamos hijos, y no sé si es algo que podamos evitar cuando necesito que vivas en la Fortaleza Roja y no huyas como con Rhea Royce.
El hombre guardó silencio y pausadamente la observó de arriba a abajo, a lo que ella retrocedió cruzando los brazos.
—No —frenó su inspección con suma sequedad.
—¿Qué? —fingió desentender.
—No me mires así.
—¿Cómo? —acortó la distancia con una pequeña mueca, un atisbo de gracia empezando a pintar sus facciones.
—No me analices, veme a la cara —gruñó entre dientes.
—¿Tímida? —enarcó una ceja.
—Disgustada, como siempre que tengo la desgracia de ver tu comportamiento.
Un musculo del rostro de Daemon tembló en señal de que el comentario molestó.
—Si seremos hombre y mujer en algún momento deberás entregarte a mí, como dijiste, esperarán que hagamos descendientes.
—No será ésta noche, debo preparar mi estómago para soportar las nauseas —arrugó la nariz y le dio la espalda levantando ambas manos al cabello, así enfocando los nervios en quitar el resto de decoraciones.
—Ciertamente Rhaenyra y tú son muy apegadas, pero difieren en muchas cosas —comentó posicionándose a centímetros de su cuerpo, apenas doblando el cuello para hablarle al oído.
—¿Cómo qué? —disimuló interés mientras con un hombro lo empujaba, pero su fuerza no bastó y él siguió clavado en el lugar.
—Ella se entregó a mí de inmediato, entusiasmada por experimentar lo que puedo ofrecer.
—Lo sé, pero, ¿qué sucedió contigo? —volteó un momento y realizó un movimiento desdeñoso a su zona baja—. Cualquiera mataría por tocar a mi hermana, ¿bebiste mucho o fue la edad?
Daemon borró cualquier signo de burla y en un borrón la abrazó por la cintura, la mano libre yendo a sostenerla alto en el cuello. Inmediatamente, Rhaella, llevó ambas palmas a los dígitos que amenazaban con cortar el aire y desesperada intentó liberarse hasta que él la aprisionó contra el tocador.
—¿Por qué provocar cuando me habías cautivado? —preguntó con supuesta inocencia, la manera tétrica de hablar enviando intensos escalofríos—. Tus palabras sobre mi lealtad inquebrantable y deseos de proteger la casa Targaryen llegaron a mí, ¿por qué arruinarlo?
—T-Tú empezaste —contestó, la garganta sufriendo al no tener espacio para funcionar.
El hombre chasqueó la lengua y negó, sus labios yendo a rozar el borde de la oreja izquierda.
—Sé que no te atraigo, así que yo solo estaba viendo si serías capaz de excitarme, nada más.
—Pervertido —gruñó alejando la cabeza, pero la mano del hombre tenía total control de posición.
—Claro que no, jamás dormí con mi exesposa, ¿eso no habla bien de mí? No fuerzo a mujeres incluso si es por deber.
—So-lo porque e-ella no te gustaba.
Daemon tomó parte del mentón y tiró la cabeza hacia atrás, así haciendo que le mirara a los ojos. Guardaron silencio entre ocasionales sonidos de la Targaryen por la constricción e incomoda posición, el pulgar masculino acariciando la suave piel.
—Eres tan bonita, Rhaella —confesó con inesperada calma, y eso la hizo fruncir más el ceño—. Para bien o para mal, no deberías enfadar a los hombres si sabes que no puedes ganarles. Te tomarán y harán lo que quieran contigo, y luego deberás vivir con las pesadillas.
—¿Estás acon-sejándome de ésta manera?
—Una demostración gratuita y libre de consecuencias —sonrió, enseguida aflojando el agarre del cuello.
La joven pudo respirar mejor y casi expulsó un suspiro de alivio, su pecho subiendo y bajando con rapidez ante el nuevo flujo de aire.
—Vaya manera de hacer que te aprecie —gruñó viéndolo con nula simpatía.
Daemon elevó la mano de la cintura y corrió algunos cabellos rebeldes del femenino rostro, luego acariciándolo con admiración.
—Rhaenyra es una niña, y tú aún más, por eso no actuaré en ustedes. Aún así, me gustaría ser quien te enseñe para que te acostumbres a lo que vendrá cuando debamos compartir cama.
Ella se sonrojó y desvío las pupilas a mirar por la ventana más cercana.
—Tarde para ti, alguien más ya me ha enseñado —dijo con notable vergüenza, pero no se comparaba a la pena que sentía por dentro.
—¿Qué? —inquirió en voz elevada.
—No importa —dijo de inmediato—. No importa quién o cómo, mi único interés es que aceptes y defendamos nuestro hogar...
Daemon la silenció subiendo la mano hasta su boca, por un momento mirando al frente e intentando que sus emociones no se descontrolaran.
—¿Quién sabe de ésto? —preguntó al tiempo que libreaba los labios.
—Rhaenyra, solo ella.
—Eres más joven que tu hermana, aquel que te tocara debe ser ejecutado —gruñó con el puente de la nariz arrugado, la mueca en sus labios dándole un aspecto casi salvaje.
—Fue con mi consentimiento, estábamos en una relación —defendió de inmediato en tono preocupado—. Me cortejo y a los meses decidí que lo hiciéramos, me respetó y cuidó de mí... Su madre ya no trabaja aquí y desconozco dónde está, así que olvídalo.
—¿Olvidarlo? —preguntó al tiempo que la soltaba y la hacia girar—. ¿Sabes el riesgo que tomaste?
Rhaella jadeó sin saber qué hacer, tensa dejándose atrapar nuevamente contra el tocador mientras analizaba la expresión de su tío.
—Si, pero confíe en mi juicio y él resultó ser lo que esperaba —explicó rápido—. Tomé precauciones, mi cuerpo no ha cambiado y sigo sangrando.
—¡Aún así!
—¡Déjalo! —exclamó harta amagando a empujarlo, pero la frenó un golpe de la mano masculina en la mesa donde se poyaba.
El ruido sirvió para cortar el ambiente y los dos se miraron en silencio, agitados aguardando que el otro atacara hasta finalmente deslizarse a una silenciosa tregua.
—Te juzgué mal, ustedes dos son demasiado parecidas.
—Ciertamente, solo que mi deseo no está dirigido a ti.
—¿Podrías tratar?
—¿Rhaenyra te es insuficiente? —consultó ofendida y empezando a exaltarse de nuevo.
—Jamás, pero estaremos juntos de aquí en adelante, al menos debería gustarte un poco.
—No te odio, y creo que eso muchísimo considerando lo que acabas de hacer.
Daemon suspiró e hizo una sonrisa entre divertida y abatida, una palma escabulléndose a sostenerla de la mejilla.
—Lamentaría el susto si no lo considerara necesario, es peligroso si no sabes con quién tratas.
—Entiendo, pero no te perdono —respondió simple.
Rhaella, con una sinceridad extrema que solo parecía salir con su familiar, le observó en blanco y prosiguió a comentar que al día siguiente iría a explicar el plan a Rhaenyra.
—Puedo hablar con Viserys —ofreció Daemon irguiéndose y dejando de atraparla entre sus brazos.
—No, solo lanzarás mi idea a la basura —rechazó de inmediato—. Yo me encargo de ésto, a menos de la etapa inicial. Él confía en mí y ya le he dado una idea de lo que haré, solo debe enterarse de las razones. Conmigo basta para convencerlo.
—Niña autosuficiente, siempre fuiste su favorita —sonrió yendo a quitarle los últimos dos adornos del cabello.
—Por supuesto que no, no posee favoritas, simplemente tengo más favores porque no genero problemas.
—Pero pronto le darás un gran disgusto pidiéndome como tu esposo.
—Mi primer acto de rebelión, qué desperdicio… —cruzó los brazos.
—El primero que él conoce, porque moriría si le dijeras que mantuviste una relación secreta y perdiste la virginidad.
—¡Saber no te da derecho a comentarlo tan libremente! —chilló dándole un sutil golpe en el pecho.
—Lo siento, pero es información que absolutamente no esperaba de ti.
—Por eso es mejor hacer las cosas en calma y sin ruido, puedes actuar en paz y vivir como quieras. En cambio tú, que siempre llamas la atención y provocas escándalo, terminas con más restricciones que libertades.
Daemon, enfocado en sacar los ganchos que mantenían las trenzas en lugar, guardó silencio y por largo rato ninguno dijo nada. Rhaella cerró los ojos y disfrutó como aquellos dedos entrenados para la guerra desarmaban con delicadeza el peinado, por primera vez relajándose en todo el día.
—Incluso si me detestas y sueñas con que caiga de Caraxes para nunca aparecer, disfrutaré de nuestros momentos como pareja.
La confesión la desconcentró de su paz e hizo que elevara los parpados, aunque la tranquilidad permaneció incluso cuando él se inclinó a su misma altura. Le observó atenta y permaneció quieta cuando empezó a acortar la distancia, las respiraciones mezclándose hasta que ella giró la cabeza unos milímetros. El rechazo fue increíblemente pequeño, pero hablaba volúmenes de la reticencia hacia él, y Daemon depositó un ligero beso en la comisura más cercana antes de retroceder.
—Buenas noches, esposa.
El término envió temblores a cada rincón de la femenina y miró como iba hacia la puerta, al salir sintiendo que un enorme peso la abandonaba. Con la mano hábil rozó su cuello y una chispa de furia brilló en la boca del estómago, absolutamente entendiendo que ella era la más parecida a su padre: sin dudas detestaba la forma de ser y actuar de Daemon, pero jamás podría odiarlo.
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SHORT HAIR SUITS YOU – D.T. x FEM!READER
fluff, smut. english isn't my first language 🫶🏻
"Gods be good." You closed the book that was resting on your legs once you saw Daemon entering your chambers. Covered in blood that you prayed to the Seven it wasn't his. You got out of your warm bed, stood on your feet, and approached Daemon. He stepped back when you tried to cup his cheek, that gesture made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "Is that blood yours?" You asked while you analyzed his face, looking for any wound or any sign that let you know that he was hurt. His silver hair was soaked in blood, his garment too, but Daemon shook his head, and you let out a sigh of relief. He finally ended the Crabfeader, you were gonna be able to have your husband back. You checked his clothes asking yourself why the hell he didn't wear armor to combat, and why the hell didn't wait for Viserys' men. Your back tensed when you found half of an arrow stuck in his chest, really close to his armpit. Did he fly all the way here with that in there?
"Ser Criston." You walked past your husband, out of your room, and quickly got the knight at your door's attention. "Could you call the maids, please? I need them to run a bath for prince Daemon. Oh, and we will need Grand Maester's assistance as well." The knight nodded, and left.
You got in your chambers again and helped Daemon with his clothes. He was trying to do it by himself but the obvious signs of pain on his face and the hisses escaping his mouth moved you to help your husband. You undid his belt, and Dark Sister fell to your feet from around his waist. Before you helped him to sit down on your bed, you took his trousers off, and you noticed that he had another wound a little below his knee. For the shape of it, you would say that it had been another arrow as well.
"You want to do it yourself?" You asked him. The arrow remaining stuck in his chest needed to be out so could keep undressing him. Daemon shook his head.
"You do it." The prince said, and he bit his lower lip down, closing his eyes. His head rested on your belly as you firmly grabbed the piece of wood. "Take a deep breath." You recommended him and he did as you said. When his lungs were filled with air, you pulled out the arrow. A shiver run down your husband's spine but he didn't complain, not even a groan left his mouth. A little bit of blood came out of his wound, staining your nightgown that was already ruined because of Daemon's hair against the fabric, but you couldn't care less.
As you both waited for the maids to arrive, you stayed in that position as you caressed his long hair. Finally getting some rest after days.
Then you carefully removed every layer of the clothes he was wearing from his body. The maids were already in the room, getting the water ready for the prince. "Oh, Daemon." You swallowed nervously and you could hear a stifled whimper from the maids when you discovered prince Daemon's chest. He had two open wounds, the one the arrow that was stuck in him did, and another one on his lower abdomen. His skin had bruises everywhere, but it was even worse around his wounds. They were covered with dry blood, the colors purple, black and red decorated his white skin, and it didn't look good.
The maids left and it was just you and Daemon in the room. The prince walked naked to the bathtub. The windows of your chambers were getting foggy as the smoke came out of the water. Daemon slid into the bathtub, letting the hot water cover his whole body and feeling all his muscles relax. You grabbed the sponge and you knelt next to the bathtub, dipping the sponge in the water. You felt your hand burning, You could be the wife of a dragon but you were still sensitive to these things. Daemon hissed and you apologized when you started rubbing his chest, careful to not touch his wounds.
"Why didn't you wait for King Viserys' aid?" You rubbed the blood out of his neck and Daemon just looked at you with his eyebrows raised. You pressed your lips together and nodded. No words were needed, but you still thought that it had been a dumb move to not wait, yet you were so proud of your husband for what he just did.
You cleaned his face, his white skin returning to its normal color and then you focused on his hair. It was so long, probably the longest you can remember Daemon having it. You started by undoing his braid and then you asked him to sink his head into the water so you could wash the blood away. He felt in heaven, this was why he did not let himself be killed at the Stepstones. He didn't need titles, he didn't need his brother's aid, he didn't need the Stepstones, he just needed you brushing his hair while humming a song to him. Daemon could die at that moment.
"Your hair is really long. I shall braid it again once your wounds are treated." You kissed one of his temples once you were done with his hair and you stood on your feet. You helped the prince to get out of the bathtub and you moved behind him to cover his body with a towel. His back had big bruises all over it and you could guess it hurt badly when he hissed after the fabric fell on his shoulders You apologized right after and Daemon turned to look at you. His facial expression was soft, his eyes were kind and he looked at you with hope because the night he left for the Stepstones, Daemon thought it would be the last time he would see you. The prince held your chin up between his thumb and index fingers and he attached his lips to yours. His shoulders relaxed and both of his arms traveled down the length of your body to hug it against his while your lips moved together.
"I fucking missed you." Daemon groaned against your lips and you hummed, agreeing with him. Your husband's hands were already working on the back of your dress when the Grand Maester knocked on the door of your chamber. Daemon's kisses moved from your lips to behind your ear. "Don't." He murmured and bit the lobe of your ear, making you whimper. You placed your hand on his abdomen, feeling the blood running down it and meeting your fingers.
"Daemon, you're still bleeding." His kisses on your neck didn't stop because he didn't care about what you were saying. You had to bite your lip down to stop yourself from moaning. "Come in!" You said loud enough for the Grand Maester opened the door right after. Daemon's kisses stopped immediately, his forehead resting on your shoulder, defeated. Your hand went to caress his hair as you giggled at his reaction. Daemon sat on the bed again and took one of your hands between his, playing with your fingers and kissing your knuckles while the old man treated his wounds. If it had been you in Daemon's place, you would have been crying and panicking all the time while the Grand Maester poked at your wounds, trying to find any more pieces of the arrows, cleaning and removing the hard sticky mess that formed on the surface of them. But it was Daemon, and he didn't like to show any weakness or any sign of pain. Sometimes he would squeeze your hands, other times he would hiss, closing his eyes shut and then opening them again, sending deadly glances to the old man. Your kisses on the back of his hand stopped him from picking up Dark Sister from the floor and do only the Gods know what to the maester.
"I'll be right back." You announced him and Daemond let himself fall backward, completely defeated on your bed as he nodded. You accompanied the maester outside of your chambers and closed the door behind you. The Grand Maester told you how to take care of Daemon's wounds and to not allow him to tear out the stitches. He had done it before, thinking that his wounds would heal on their own, and of course they did not. You understood and quickly got back inside your chambers.
You let out a sigh after seeing what your husband was doing.
"I really liked your long hair."
"I liked it as well."
Daemon was in front of your full-length mirror, completely naked and with the Maester's scissors in hand, giving his beautiful long and silver hair some deadly cuts. "Let me help you. You will completely destroy your hair." Daemon was way taller than you so you had to grab the chair at your desk for the prince to sit down and be within your reach. You didn't ask him why he did it but the short hair made him look different, more mature, as if he was trying to escape the Rogue Prince. Maybe that was the image he wanted to give to his brother now that he had finally taken the Stepstones.
You couldn't save the lenght of his hair because he had already cut some locks of hair really short when you decided to intervene before it got any worse. The new haircut fit him better, the short hair sharpened his features but at the same time made him look softer. Of course, you would never say that to him because he would go crazy. "Handsome." You stated once you were done. You moved between the prince and the mirror and using your thumb and index finger to hold his chin, you made him look up at you. You fixed his hair as the prince's eyes looked at you with pure adoration. Both of his hands caressed your hips over your nightgown. You enjoyed his gentle touch until his fingers started to clutch at the thin fabric covering your body, slowly revealing your legs to him.
"You must rest." You said, knowing his intentions.
"Haven't you missed me? Because I fucking have." With the skirt of your nightgown completely clutched in between his fists, he pulled you closer to him, almost sitting you on his lap. "You were on my mind every single day... and every single night." Daemon looked up at you, dutifully. "You were all I could think about on the battlefield. About being between your legs again and how wet you'd be when I told you that we had taken the Stepstones." Daemon got up from the chair slowly, his hands sliding your dress off your body at the same time and you didn't resist him undressing you. If you left out the fact that he came home covered in his own blood, he would have been right about what would have happened when he told you that they had won. But his words at that moment were doing the same effect.
Your hands dug into his short hair once he connected his lips with yours. The pulls from your fingers on his scalp were softer when he had long hair, but now his hair was short enough to make him groan against your lips every time you pulled from his hair. Daemon walked you to the bed, his hands never leaving your waist as he carefully laid you on the mattress. He held his weight using his hands on both sides of your head, his hard cock pressing against your belly. Your lips were swollen once Daemon finally moved from them to focus on your neck, making you squirm under him. Your hands traveled down all his back, being really careful with the bruised skin under your fingers, feeling his muscles clench under your palms, until you got to his ass. Daemon's tooth brushed against your neck as his lips sucked harder on the soft skin of it after your hands squeezed his butt.
The prince's hand moved to cup one of your breasts, the whimper you let out sending electric waves down his spine. Using one of his legs he parted yours even wider, the firm holds on his cock helping him to rub his cock up and down your slit. As much as you wanted to hook your legs over the swell of his ass and let him fuck you so hard that the morning after you would have people questioning if you were okay, as much as you wanted to feel his hips slamming into you and he his hands digging into your hips from holding you in place, Daemon was hurt, so the fewer efforts he made, the better for his recovery.
"Let me do it."
And Daemon didn't object. He took your place but instead of lying on the mattress, Daemon sat with his back against the wall so he could have a perfect view of you. You used one of your hands to steady yourself on top of him, and with your other hand, you grabbed his cock by the base of it to help you sink it inside you. Daemon opened his mouth in a perfect 'o' form, letting out a moan and sinking his nails into the flesh of your waist. You let your head fall backward and bit your lower lip, being careful to not press onto Daemon's wounds with your hand on his abdomen.
You started by rolling your hips, feeling his dick brush the deepest places inside you. The sex with Daemon had been always amazing, even when you two weren't married, but you could count on the fingers of one hand the times he let you ride him, and when he did, it was basically him bucking his hips upwards, and taking the lead. He just loved to be in charge, taking you from behind while his fingers work on your clit and he mumbles the dirtiest things in your ear, having your legs over his shoulders as he pounds into you, even sitting on your dressing table and having your legs around his body and your nails scratching down his back.
His chest heaved as he gasped for air when instead of rolling your hips, you bounced on his dick. Daemon couldn't help but move his hands to your hips to help you go up and down his cock. Your moans muffled and died onto the skin of his neck as the muscles of your thighs began to burn. He really tried to let you have your way with him, set the pace and guide him, but he had missed you so much and you needed to feel him closer. Every time he leaves your side, you don't know if you'll ever see him again. Daemon leaned to trap your lips with his as he couldn't help but buck his hips upwards, meeting yours. "It's fine. I've got you." Your husband mumbled in your ear and right after he started kissing the sensitive skin behind your ear. You knotted your fingers into his short hair while you rolled your hips adding more pleasure to Daemon's thrust.
He didn't care about the pain as long as it was accompanied by you clenching around him. You moaned his name, feeling your throat go dry as your legs closed and shook, stopping him from thrusting into you anymore. Daemon came inside you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder but still holding you in place so you won't waste a single drop of him.
"We will fly tomorrow morning to the Stepstones." Daemon continued kissing your neck while you both came down from your highs. You knotted your fingers into his hair and used that grip to pull him closer to you as you hummed feeling his lips working on your neck.
"We?"
"Yes. They will name you Queen of the Narrow Sea."
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“Just let me finish this and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.” (144) lets get down to bussines
Part 2 of "Spray of Blood"
Word count: 2724
reader gets lost trying to run back to King's Landing and Aemond, still splattered in blood, has to find her and bring her back to safety.
haha this is a joint effort it seems! Also I have wanted to write reader sitting on Aemond's face so thank you for #86
28. i’m just getting comfy
74. “Do you want me to stay?”
86. “don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”
98. “if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”
Aemond x wife!reader | smutty ending | 18+ only | fluff and a sprinkle of angst | Aemond isn't super happy lmao
You were lost.
Cursing, you stopped in the middle of the empty street, turning on the spot, surveying your unfamiliar surroundings.
"Fuck me sideways." You muttered, taking a moment to rub your aching temples.
You had indulged in too much spiced wine at the festival, muddling your already questionable orienteering skills.
"If the lady insists." A hissing voice accompanied a slender man emerging from the shadows of a stone building.
He held no weapon, seeming to think you easy prey as he strode forward, already unbuckling his trousers.
You still held the stone you had picked up when Aemond had confronted the men in the market, and so you collected your frayed nerves, taking careful aim as Aemond had taught you.
You threw the shard of brick, it struck true with a dull thud to the man's head. He went down like a sack of flour, hitting the damp cobblestones with a dull thud.
Shaking, you hurried on your way, in the direction you hoped the Red Keep was in. At least you were still walking uphill, that seemed to be a good sign.
After a few minutes of meandering, warm yellow light fell upon your face, a tavern in front of you that appeared cozy and welcoming. As you entered, you noticed a few other patrons, but the dining area and counter was mostly empty. A squat looking man was stacking dishware behind the bar counter as you took a seat.
He gave you a cursory glance with a raised eyebrow, you shifted to hide the fine fabric of your dress beneath the cloak you still wore. You pulled back your hood, wanting to be recognizable if Aemond passed the window searching for you.
"What can I get you?" The bartender asked in a gruff baritone, seeming not to care what brought you to his establishment so long as you had gold.
"Do you have hot tea? Or something non-alcoholic?" You asked. "I just came from the fire festival and had a bit too much to drink there."
"Ah I see!" The man smiled, his ruddy cheeks reflecting the candlelight. "Yes, I can get you some green tea brewed up. Does wonders for a hangover."
"Thank you."
Minutes passed, turning to hours as you sat at the uncomfortable wooden table. You drank several mugs of steaming earthy tea, enjoying the way it warmed your body from the inside out.
"Are ye waiting for someone?" The bartender looked at you quizzically, clearly wondering why you were remaining for so long. All the other patrons had left for their homes by now.
"Yes, my husband."
"You're lost?"
You shifted uneasily in your seat, casting him a wary glance.
He raised his hands, a towel draped over his shoulder. "I mean you no harm miss, but if you'd like directions, I can give them." He glanced outside at the dark streets. "Though perhaps it best if you wait here, it's not safe for anyone to be wandering about right now."
"Where am I?"
He chuckled looked at you with a fatherly smile. "Outskirts of Flea Bottom."
You groaned.
"Not where you intended to be I expect. Not wearing a dress like that."
You shifted your cloak to cover yourself better.
"You have nothing to fear from me." The keeper reiterated. "I'll not cast you out till your husband comes to fetch you."
"Thank you." You lay your head upon your hands, staring glassy eyed out the window, praying to all the gods Aemond would find you.
You had fallen into a doze, jolted awake by the sound of the inn door slamming open and the exclamation of the barkeep still behind his counter.
Aemond, glorious with his shining hair and piercing violet eye, strode into the tavern, his gaze locked onto you.
"My-my prince! What an unexpected..." The tavern keeper trailed off as he watched Aemond walking purposefully toward you.
You rose from your seat, throwing your arms around Aemond's neck as he pulled you against him, his hands at your back, stroking soothingly as he kissed your ear.
You tried your best not to sob. "Aemond, I got lost."
"You're the wife of Aemond Targaryen?"
The two of you broke apart to turn to the front of the room, where the keeper was bowing low.
"He helped keep me safe." You interlocked your fingers with Aemond's.
Your husband stepped up to the rough wood counter, depositing a bag of clinking coins onto its surface. "You have my gratitude."
The man continued to bow, averting his gaze. Aemond made a soft "hmm" in the back of his throat, guiding you out of the warm room into the cool night air.
You didn't get far before he pulled you to a stop, his taut face illuminated silver in the moonlight. "I've been searching for you for hours, Y/N."
"I-"
He held up a hand to stop you from speaking. "You were not in our rooms. So, I returned to the square as quickly as I could, asking anyone still outside if they had seen you."
You looked down at your feet guiltily as Aemond continued.
"Imagine my surprise when I find a man collapsed upon the ground, a stone beside him and a lump on his forehead."
"He...had ill intentions." You whispered, still studying your shoes.
"Hmm. A shame I left him alive then." Aemond's fingers hooked under your chin, pulling your face to look up at him. "However, that is how I found you sitting in that tavern."
You slowly moved forward, tentatively wrapping your arms around Aemond's waist. You could tell how worn and anxious he was, specks of blood still upon his tunic from the men he'd dispatched earlier that evening.
"Aemond, I'm sorry for getting lost. I...was panicking and a little drunk." You smiled weakly as his face softened, his lilac eye roving your features as you rubbed small circles to the small of his back.
"I had intended this to be a relaxing evening of fun." Aemond said, giving a short laugh of derision. He cupped your face in his hands. You noticed they shook slightly. "I was beside myself with worry, Y/N." He brushed his soft lips to yours gently. "This is not a place for a woman to wander alone."
"You have me safe now, Aemond."
"And safe is where I will keep you."
He kissed you firmly, slanting his mouth over yours, his fingers tangling in your hair as you made a soft noise against him. In the tension of his body against your own you felt how worked up he was from the events of the night, the intensity with which he kissed you promised bruised lips in the morning.
“If we weren’t in public right now I'd have my head between your legs."
"Aemond." You whispered, shocked, as you checked over your shoulder for anyone listening. The streets were luckily empty, though several windows were wide open.
"Come." The prince grasped your hand firmly in his and began leading you in the correct direction of the Red Keep.
You breathed a sigh of relief at the welcome sight of your chambers, lit with the orange glow of a blazing fire in the hearth that you immediately crossed to stand before, warming your hands.
Your large, clawed bathtub sat full of steaming water in the middle of the room.
Aemond came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle, his chin resting on your shoulder.
"I had the servants draw a bath for your return, we are fortunate it seems to still be hot."
You felt him beginning to loosen the ties of your dress. "Do you want me to stay?" He asked, nuzzling into your neck. "I'd understand if you need to be alone. It has been a...difficult evening."
"Please stay, Aemond. I need you with me, especially right now."
He kissed your neck and resumed undoing your dress. You smiled to yourself at his evident eagerness to see you laid bare before him.
The fabric of your dress and undergarments pooled around your feet, you leaned into Aemond's warm touch as he fondled the curves of your ass and hips with one hand, his other reaching around to stroke at your breasts.
You turned to him, allowing his gaze to roam your firelit body. "You are still covered in blood, my lord husband." Your wandering fingers began undoing the clasps of his own clothing, shedding each garment with tender care until he was as naked as you, his thick member already standing at attention.
You smiled coyly at him, allowing him to support your balance as you stepped into the hot water of the bath. You sank down into the silken water, scooting forward enough for Aemond to take his place behind you.
You pressed your back against him, your hands running along his legs as they caged your body, his arms wrapping around your torso.
"I'm just getting comfy." You murmured, leaning back so that your head rested against Aemond's chest, looking up at his adoring gaze.
He had removed his eyepatch, the sapphire gemstone glittering dazzlingly by the reflection of firelight against the water that now lapped against the edges of the wooden tub.
The two of you rested like this together, rubbing each other down with soap and wash cloths. You took your time cleansing Aemond's skin, feeling the knots in his tense muscles and kneading them loose, his eye fluttered shut at your loving attentions.
Only when the water had cooled and the two of you began to shiver, did you exit the bath, helping each other towel down until you were relatively dry. Aemond grabbed your waist, pulling you in for another scorching kiss, one of many he'd bestowed upon you that night.
"Lay on the bed for me."
You obeyed, perhaps misinterpreting his meaning as you wrapped yourself in your nightrobe before getting comfortable in bed. You watched Aemond from your cocoon of blankets as he busied himself trying to get the stains out of his tunic and undershirt.
"Aemond..." You called quietly, trying to entice him over with the lilt of your voice.
"The blood has set into the fabric long enough, Y/N. Give me a moment to try and lift it."
"Aemond." You wiggled beneath the covers, seeking to draw his gaze.
“Just let me finish this and I swear I'll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”
"If you don't come over here now, I'm going to start touching myself."
You knew just what to threaten.
With a growl, Aemond threw down his ruined shirt upon the sofa, striding to the bed and throwing the blankets off your body. "Take that off." His dilated eye took in your tantalizing curves wrapped up in your fluffy nightrobe.
"I'm cold."
"Do not tease me anymore this eve." Aemond crawled over your prone form, dragging his teeth along your bottom lip. "You heard me. Take. It. Off."
You undid the tie around your waist, shifting the fabric off, exposing yourself once more to your husband's eager touch. His fingers rolled your pebbling nipples, tugging at your flesh, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips as you arched into him.
"Already so wet for me." Aemond murmured against your lips, his hand cupping your sex, feeling between your slick folds.
You gasped at the feeling of him exploring you. In a fluid motion, you rolled your entwined bodies over, shifting to sit on his torso, looking down at Aemond's face, his curved lips parted in surprise.
"I want to be on top." You could barely speak, so entranced you were at the sight of him laid beneath you, his silver hair spread out atop the pillows. "Let me do this, please."
You rocked your hips, feeling his hard arousal beneath you as you stroked your vulva along Aemond's shaft. His eyelid fluttered at the sensation, his hands rising to grip your hips as you lost yourself in the feeling of him.
"Don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”
Your mouth parted, Aemond tugged you a little forward by his grip on your hips. "Are-are you sure I won't suffocate you?"
Aemond laughed. "If you do, I couldn't think of a better way to go."
Heat pooled in your belly as you scooted forward, bracing your hands against the bedframe as you hovered on your knees over Aemond's face. "You're sure?"
"Y/N."
Aemond rose just enough to tease your entrance with his nose, nuzzling against your swollen clit. You gasped, lowered yourself rather gracelessly onto his angular face.
You quivered, feeling Aemond's tongue working against you as you rocked gently against him. His chin, his nose all pressed against your most sensitive parts. The wet sound of him lapping up your essence filled the darkened room.
"Oh Aemond." You gripped the bedframe tighter, making sure to not actually suffocate your husband with your cunt no matter how he tried to pull you more against his searching mouth, his fingers pressing deep against the flesh of your thighs.
He grunted, the vibration of his voice causing you to clench around the tip of his tongue as he fucked it into you. His nose continued pressing and rubbing against your clit, Aemond moving his whole face with your movements as you began to grind down on him, losing your self control.
His name spilled from your panting mouth, your climax rushing over you like waves upon the sea cliffs. Aemond drank you down eagerly, his tongue lapping you up as though you tasted of the finest wine. You rode out your orgasm on his face, your legs shaking as you lifted yourself off him, collapsing to the mattress as your husband rolled over you once more. His hair was a mess, his lips and chin soaked from your juices. You bit your bottom lip at the lewd sight, his eye tracking the movement.
Aemond kissed you, more gently than you had anticipated, his tongue searching your mouth, allowing you to taste your own release as he lined his cock to your entrance. You gripped the back of his head, gasping against him as he sunk slowly into you. Aemond's breath filled your lungs as his cock stretched you out deliciously, filling you until he was fully seated within your still quivering walls.
Aemond broke your kiss, pulling away enough to watch your face as he began rutting into you. His gentleness gave way to a rougher, more desperate pace, his cock brushing your cervix with every punishing stroke. You clung to him, your legs rising instinctively to allow him deeper access.
"Y/N." Aemond breathed your name like a prayer, his chest still flush against your own as he nibbled the shell of your ear. "I can feel you tightening around me." You cried out as he increased his pace still more, fucking you deep into the mattress. "I need you to come. Show me you're mine." His cock twitched inside you. "Mine alone to claim."
"I am yours, Aemond." You felt your second orgasm of the night begin to rush through your body, your spasming quim already beginning to milk his member. "Forever yours."
Your name, so sweet on Aemond's tongue, filled the night air, mingling with your wordless moans of ecstasy as your husband spilled his hot seed within your clenching cunt. He pushed himself as deep into you as he could, remaining rooted there until you had both come down from the high of your climax.
Your legs were shaking in earnest now, Aemond reluctantly pulled away, his cum spilling out of you onto the now ruined bedsheets. Exhausted, satiated, and heedless of the mess you'd made, Aemond pulled you against him, encasing you in his arms. He placed a kiss to the top of your head as you made a pillow of his chest, his legs still tangled with your own.
Sleep took you quickly, a lock of Aemond's silken hair wrapped around your forefinger as you had a habit of doing when seeking comfort.
Aemond lay awake for a long while after you had drifted off, his mind still alive with the fear and rage that had consumed him mere hours before. Bedding you had taken the edge off, however the many gruesome possibilities of what could have happened remained unbidden and unwelcome.
He held you tighter against his lithe body, feeling the reassuring rise and fall of your chest on his, the light snores emitting from your slack mouth. Eventually exhaustion overtook Aemond, his eye falling closed, his lips still pressed to your head even in sleep.
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HEARTBEAT.
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pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader
summary: aemond sees you playing around with one of helaena’s children and doesn’t hesitate to join.
content warnings: just pure fluff, aemond being a good uncle to helaena's children, aemond flirting.
note: if there are any grammatical errors i apologize, english is not my first language! hope you enjoy.
YOUR LAUGH CAN BE HEARD at a great distance and aemond thinks he has never heard anything so sweet before.
as he approaches the gardens, he can see you running and hiding behind a tree, a silver haired seven year old trying to keep pace. his sister is sitting nearby with her embroidery in hands, a couple of maidens not far behind. before helaena can say anything he tells her to keep quiet holding a finger on his lips.
however his nephew sees him and starts yelling his name, running to him with open arms. he picks him up and you come out from behind the tree, straightening your clothes and bowing before him.
"my prince,"
he smiles and nods in your direction, his attention on his nephew. "what? you want help chasing the pretty lady?" you face heats up at his words, suddenly a stain on the floor is a lot more interesting. “we should chase the pretty lady, then.”
the prince leaves jaehaerys on the floor, holding one of the little kid’s hand, and they immediately start running to you. so you play the part too, yelling for someone to help you as you run, hiding behind the tree again.
you wait a few seconds before checking where they are, but you can’t see them anywhere. frowning you turn to the other side only to bump into someone’s chest, losing balance.
“easy there,” his hands steady you and when you make eye contact with aemond he’s wearing such a beautiful smile that you find yourself smiling at him too.
“got you!” the little one makes you jump and came back to reality. “we deserve our kisses now.”
you look at him with embarrassment, suddenly very aware of your proximity with the prince, who won’t let you go, hands still holding your arms tightly.
“i… a kiss on the cheek was the prize- but you don’t have to,”
“he is right,” aemond says, surprising you. he bends down to take nephew in his arms again. “we do deserve our kisses.”
you bite your lower lip and force yourself to look to the floor, the color on your face giving away how nervous you really are. his piercing gaze sending shivers down your spine, waking every nerve ending in your body.
aemond lifts your chin ever so tenderly with one of his fingers, his thumb brushing lightly across your lip.
jaehaerys leans in, proudly showing you his cheek. giggling you kiss him two times and the little boy hides his face in the crook of his uncle’s neck.
“my turn now.” it is aemond’s time to lean in but instead of you kissing him, he’s the one bringing his lips closer to your face. and you’re frozen in place, your heart beating so fast you feel that at any time it is going to get out of your chest.
you see stars the moment his lips make contact with the corner of your mouth, his soft lips touching yours for a second, and something explodes inside you.
“breathe.” aemond whispers, his breath tickling you. your trembling knees make it difficult to stand up and support yourself and he notices, helping you by putting his free arm around your waist.
you are experiencing so many emotions, all your thoughts screaming his name, that only when jaehaerys moves, having fallen asleep in his arms, you remember where you are and who is watching. but before you can even think about pulling away, aemond tightens his grip.
“the weather is nice today, don’t you think? i would be crazy if i let you go before we take a walk, my lady.”
his singular smirk is back on his face and you’re not thinking straight anymore. you can smell him, a mixture of cedar, leather and sweat making you dizzy.
he adjust the little one in his arm, and with a squeeze on your waist you two start walking.
“i have always love the path through the gardens, so many different trees and flowers, so much to explore.” you say dreamily. “it’s just so… beautiful.”
“indeed. very beautiful.” unbeknownst to you, he never takes his eye away from you.
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Dark Aemond Targaryen - Arranged Marriage HC
Pairing: Dark Aemond Targaryen x (female) Reader
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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WARNINGS: Obsession; Controlling/Unhealthy relations.
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You’re the daughter of one of the most powerful houses of the realm and as such, you’re one of the best matches that Alicent finds for Aemond as a way to strengthen their family’s power.
You’ve always known that it’s your duty to marry a powerful man for a political alliance and to serve as their dutiful wife but you never once imagined that you’d be married off to a prince. Much less prince Aemond Targaryen, infamous for his cold and insensitive demeanor and of course, his lack of eye.
You had only seen him a few instances in social events and celebrations but you preferred to stay away from him. His tall and imposing figure along with his sharp features always made you feel uncomfortable, his eye patch bothering you in a way you couldn’t describe.
Aemond on the other hand couldn’t be more satisfied with the outcome of this marriage arrangement. Apart from its technical advantages, it allowed him something Aemond never knew he wanted. You.
Being a woman, you had only been informed of the marriage only a few days before your engagement, however Aemond knew about the union much earlier which urged him to pay more attention to you whenever he saw you at any social gatherings. He was subtle, of course, keeping an discreet eye on you as you wandered around, laughing with your lady friends. Aegon would notice and mock him for being smitten by you already and although Aemond would promptly ignore his drunk brother, he couldn’t differ from thinking the same.
You were the epitome of pureness and your appearance captivated Aemond in a way no other lady ever had. It filled his heart with satisfaction to know that soon you’d be his wife. It’s destiny for you two to be together, it seemed. He only hoped that you also find marriage with him a joyful union and soon fall in love with him, like he had with you.
It becomes obvious you don’t feel the same when you present him with a blank expression during the entirety of the engagement ceremony, without a single smile towards his way, no matter how much your mother scolds you to appear more grateful to the prince and his family.
It disappoints him but he firmly believes you only need time to warm up to him. He won’t be a bad husband, like Aegon. Aemond plans to be a faithful and good husband for you and maybe then you’ll change your mind. You’ll have to.
Aemond’s new purpose will also develop further his yandere tendencies. He soon starts to detest all conversation you hold with other people, they pull your attention away from him and he’s forced to join the banter, even if he doesn’t utter a single word, just to be close to you.
He’ll send you books, jewelry, dresses and many others, and roses are delivered daily to your chambers. Aemond often accompanies you in garden strolls, walking by your side as you remain in silence. He does enjoy your company even if you’re not fond of him. Yet.
There are a few awkward encounters such as when you find Aemond sniffing your nightgown and he pretended to only be there to wish you good-night or when he threatened a lord for staring inappropriately at you when the man had barely looked at you, causing a tremendous scene at court.
Alicent harshly scolds Aemond for his actions yet it doesn’t deter him from keeping the same behavior. His obsession grows each day, his desire to keep you safe by his side entirely clouds his judgment to the point that the guards would soon start to refuse to let out of the castle without your fiancé’s presence.
All those things are just bound to get worse after you’re rightfully married and then, no one’s stopping Aemond from making you entirely his.
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Hi can you do Aemond x betrothed reader at the dinner scene he’s jealous of jace and reader dancing?
Aemond would scarcely admit he hadn’t expected to become so quickly enamored by his sweet tongued, kind-eyed, gentle handed betrothal. Honestly speaking, Aemond had assumed his arranged marriage would follow a similar pattern as his parents’ and siblings’—loveless and constant avoidance—he was sure that the lovely Lady that had arrived at court would have little interest in the Scarred Prince beyond the gain of gold and the title of Princess.
Yet, Aemond was surprised to find a less than timid woman, one who did not shy away from his cold gaze, nor did she pity or fear his childhood maiming.
Yes, the Prince had grown rather fond of the unusual Lady. Often Aemond spend hours with her, hidden from prying eyes by the many shelves of books of the Keep’s library.
She listened to him attentively—not just keeping up appearances of a doting and obedient wife-to-be—no, she actually enjoyed Aemond’s company; hanging off his every word as he recounted his daily training, or when he told of the history of dragons, even dared to attempt to teach her a word or two in High Valyrian. In turn, she spun tales of her home, how her brothers bickered as children, and how she feared riding a horse just as one would fear facing a dragon.
Aemond would grow to love his Lady Wife—that much he was sure of—and he had dared to hope that she would return that love ten fold.
She had all but extinguished the dragon’s fire that lived in him.
Yet, the moment his darling nephew, Jacaerys, had stepped forward—folllowing his sweet sister Heleana’s speech of marital neglect—and requested she accompany him in dance, Aemond’s mind filled with vivid images of Jacaerys burned to a crisp, curtesy of Vhagar’s breath.
To see her, in the arms of his bastard nephew as she politely accepted his dance proposal, turned his stomach to stone.
Aemond believes he knew true anger. He’d spent a good portion of his childhood angry—angry at his father, and his nephews, and at his dragon-less status. Though, as violet eyes watched his Lady and Jacaerys is dance, Aemond knew then he’d never truly experienced anger—until this moment.
It burned inside him hotter than dragon’s fire, boiling his blood and scalding his heart.
And as his nephew spun his betrothed about the empty corner of the room, Aemond could bare to witness it no more.
The whole room came to a screeching halt as Aemond slammed his fist into the table as he rose to stand tall, and mockingly held his cup in the air, “I’d like to toast to my nephews—Jace, Luke…Joffrey—each of them handsome, wise, brave…” He paused, turning to stare directly at the hand Jace had placed to the small of his Lady’s back. “And Strong.”
Not to give up the game, Jace didn’t release his partner, only twirling the pair until Jace was between his uncle and his intended before demanding, “I dare you to say that again!”
“Why?” Aemond tsked, rounding the table and taking several calculated steps towards the stationary duo. “T’was only a compliment—I would extend my toast to my beloved betrothed, I shall pray to the Gods that they make our sons as Strong as their cousins.”
The fury was evident enough on young Jace’s face, all while the quiet satisfaction of getting under his skin flooded Aemond’s.
Though, the satisfaction didn’t last nearly as long as he’d hoped—for as soon as Jacaerys fixed Aemond with a mischievous look and devious smile, Jace reestablished his hold on his uncle’s bride-to-be, and taunted, “If only there were such a way to ensure your sons’ strength, perhaps I’ll be of some help, if the Lady wouldn’t mind me—“
All at once, Aemond closed what little space remained between him and the dancing pair, and curled his fingers into his nephew’s neck like a claw, snatching the younger boy up much like a kitten at its scruff, “You’ll remove your hands from my Wife.”
“You misspoke, Uncle.” Jacaerys smirked, ignoring Aemond’s seething rage. “The Lady is not yet your wife, is she? I believe that gives her leave to do as she pleases, while she can.”
“I care not for the beliefs of a bastard,” Aemond’s words dripped with venom. “She is to be my bride—since you are so keen on pretending to be of your status—you should be aware that you are greatly overstepping.”
Jacaerys only cocked an eyebrow—a silent challenge—before his fingers curled into your side and what little room between your bodies had been erased, “Oh? Have I overstepped—“
“You will remove your hand,” Aemond was through playing this game, he did break the eye contact he held with his nephew, yet he could still see the obvious annoyance and displeasure growing on your sweet face. Aemond’s hand fluttered above the dagger strapped at his hip. “Or I shall remove it for you.”
The threat lingered in the air momentarily before, much to anyone’s surprise, the Lady squirmed out of Jacaerys’ hold and took her rightful place at Aemond’s right and placed a gentle on Aemond’s tensed arm.
“My Love,” She all but cooed at the furious dragon she would soon claim as a husband. “Let us not ruin the single night your father has requested with his family—I am unharmed and unbothered—let us not have further bloodshed between kin.”
Aemond won’t not soon let go of his hatred for his bastard nephews, but as his Lady-to-be stood by his side and looked upon him with such care and affection Aemond would afford her this kindness.
He released his blade, and his grip on Jacaerys’ neck—though he paused a moment to admire the half-moon shaped nail marks he’d left in his stead—before collecting his betrothed and whisking them both from the disastrous dinner, desiring nothing more than to be hidden away with his Lady love where they belonged.
Soon after, as the servant folks spread tales of the exciting night—a song would emerge—that of a Lady, who had managed to tame the dragon.
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House of Metals
Martell!Reader x Aemond Targaryen
Summary: Some say the greatest battle a woman could ever face is motherhood, you on the other hand think that's bullshit... You're not so ready to trade your sword for an infant.
Your ethnicity is not specified and your features are never fully described, finally in this part we talk about your fucking giant snake.
Can be read as a oneshot but if you wish to read the previous parts my masterlist is pinned on my profile!
Word count: 4k
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Heaving a great sigh as you sat your place on the bed, you looked around the room in melancholy. The arid atmosphere was palpable, suffocating your skin and drying you out under the harsh environment. Furniture serving as more decor than anything else sat idly around your chambers, prompting a frown to befall on your face. You didn't know what caused such bitter feelings to blossom in the bellows of your stomach, but it all didn't feel right.
Though honestly nothing truly did these days. Not your dress, not your hair, not the place you were supposed to call home. It all felt empty somehow, cold and lacking of comfort in every sense. The familiarity of the desert dunes no more as you come to recognize the Red Keep as your new definition of normal. It had been over a year now since you left the comforts of Sunspear, and despite having a hard time adjusting you were making it by. But with the constant pressure that oppressed you daily, living had been less than bearable. Preferring to spend your days in your chambers had become a constant routine now because of it.
You've always had a certain distaste for motherhood. The idea of spending nine long months carrying a child was something you never saw yourself enduring. Whilst you could never harboured animosity towards a defenseless child, you detest being so helpless, so debilitated. They say there is no greater battle than motherhood and childbirth, you begged to differ...
Seeing yourself as a weapon shaped for combat, not a helpless maiden meant to spend her days locked up. The very idea of being bred never sat right with you. Opinions aside, you could bear the long months in wait of a child. At some point such fate was bound to happen but the gods have not blessed you yet. You knew it was your duty to provide the realm and Aemond with an heir, further carrying out the bloodlines of your great houses. And secretly, it would be rather nice to have a tiny version of the man you adored so much running around.
What a gift that would be.
It was the societal pressure urging you to conceive children only for the good of the crown that you loathed so much. You would not bring innocent lives into the world just to have them be political vessels. Having experienced a life full of prejudice and misogynistic behaviors yourself because you were not born a male. That was a fate you did not want for your children. Growing up it had been hard to understand why you were treated so, but over the years the veil wore thin and people became more vocal for their distaste.
It was no secret that your mother had a difficult time conceiving, so with her healthy in mind your father thought it'd be best to stop trying for another. Leaving you as an only child, much to everyone's disappointment. You'd grown up with this treatment and have found your own ways of coping with it but as expected the Crownlands had their own ways of living. You knew this and have prepared yourself for it when you agreed to leave Dorne with Aemond. Though you had never expected them to have such backwards views on women. Had you have known you would have never left...
Not that you'd reveal such thoughts to Aemond now, seeing that he was rather content and happy with being back home. So over the months you kept your mouth shut. You did not tell him how Queen Alicent already made preparations for a nursery, and never would you open your mouth about the rumours that circulated you both. How "battle had made you infertile" as the ladies in court claimed. Silly toothless assumptions with no backbone, you'd brush it off. But the callous words the men of the city watch whispered about you were seared onto the walls. Something along the lines of "the gods have finally punished the sand snake for her indulgence." You didn't know that meant but it bothered you... Regardless how the words annoyed you so, you'd endure it all just to see your love at ease...
He was much happier here. Familiar and so well versed in the secrets of the palace and you cannot take that away from him. Despite the fact that this place was more of a hell hole than what meets the eye.
As it would seem, here in Kingslanding the only path for a woman is to be a highborn. A highborn meant to breed out heirs for their lord husband. And not everyone was rather pleased with your reputation. You've seen how they've mistreated women, powerful women like the princess and queen. And you've seen how they just stood there and took it. Whilst yes, you had no place to speak on how they ruled here you often found yourself shaking your head. If this was Sunspear you would never allow for such disrespect... however you were not in Sunspear... you were in Kingslanding and your duty, as said by many, was to produce Aemonds children.
A duty you're not overly content with... Not ready to sacrifice your freedom just yet but it would seem that everyone expects it from you. Although it was not in your nature to go down without a fight. Deep down, you aren't opposed to having children, it was the idea of being just a mother that you hated so much. You wanted to be known for your glory and days in battle as the Queen of Dorne. Not Princess Y/n Martell, wife of Aemond Targaryen.... They used to call you the jewel of the desert and now you're known as nothing but the prince' barbaric wench. Your victories meant nothing here and without a child you meant nothing here...
The thought made you uncomfortable in every sense, picking at the stray threads of your dress as you succumbed to the negative thoughts. You knew it wasn't wise to dwell on such ideas but it had been eating away at you for months on end now. All of it was so suffocating, you needed room to think, to breathe. Hence why you've chosen to lock yourself up in your chambers instead of facing the music. The overbearing sounds of gossip and chatter proving to be daggers in your ears. You know not how much longer you can endure the anxiety, having it consume your being till you're constantly on edge.
You don't doubt that with the coming months, Queen Alicent's insistence on you producing a child would become rather imposing. And although you knew she meant well with the good of both houses in her heart, you felt like you were dying of asphyxiation. All of it was so smothering. The useless small talk with noble women, the constant need to uphold an illusion. You often found yourself biting back your tongue and making sure you acted appropriately for the sake of image. Perhaps in truth, the only thing that could tear down the House of the Dragon was itself. Image was of great value here, so you've observed. The Targaryens were not perfect people, you never expected them to be but it was evident there was an underlining problem they tried to avoid desperately. Though you do not know what they were so afraid of, you stood in your place and did not get involved.
It was rather puzzling to see a not-so-happy family try and act the part in front of the public. Back in Dorne the Martells never had to keep up such false illusions, you were peaceful people that truly loved one another. And despite your love for your dear husband, it was clear that the Targaryens were selfish people, all focused on themselves. You felt like a fish out of water and truthfully it was frightening. Your family had always been transparent with one another but here it would seem that everyone was divided in their own factions. All consumed in what they have to gain, moving in secret behind each other's backs. Was this the way of the dragon? Vulture and ophidian. Your father had always taught you that respect needed to be earned. Yet here in Kingslanding everyone demanded respect. And you weren't gifted with the patience to handle arrogance.
Especially when it came from the mouths of the undeserving. How dare they speak such words about you. Your face twists into an ugly frown, suddenly turning angry and vengeful. Why were you the one hiding in your chambers like a meek prey? So caught up about frivolous gossip. Were you not the crowned heir. Suddenly you felt ridiculous, a myriad of emotions tackling you to the ground, constricting at your air ways like a boa. Malice, retribution, anger, spite. You felt it all, everything igniting the flames of your fury. They have no right to speak to you in such a way when they have not walked in your shoes. Perhaps all the suppressed emotions had finally over spilled but you suddenly couldn't find it yourself to give a fuck anymore. It was Aemond that truly worries you, what would he think of your newfound revelation. In his eye everything had been going so well, you were getting along with his mother and sister and in truth you were. But it came with the cost of losing yourself.
"So deep in thought, my lovely wife... Helaena informed me that you weren't at breakfast today, may I ask why?" A voice calls out from behind you, causing you to turn and smile at the sight of your love. Making sure to do your best in erasing the remaining scowl on your face.
"I didn't feel like eating this morning." Uttering the words plainly, you began walking towards him. It was true, your appetite had decreased tremendously these past coming weeks, only eating once or twice a day.
"Again? That's the third time this week. Perhaps we should alert the Maesters..." Aemond says in concern, grabbing a hold of your hand to pull you out of the room. Immediately retracting your hand from him, you slap his grasp away when he tries to reach for you again, laughing at his silly behavior.
"Nonsense! It's nothing truly." Shaking your head in a dismissive manner, you urge Aemond to sit by the fireplace. He lets you guide him, looking at you with a squinted eye as he tries to read your expression. You don't meet his gaze, finding it hard to for whatever reason.
"I care about your well-being." He nods his head, finally yielding and taking his place on the armchair. Humming absent-mindedly to him, you brush a few stray hairs away from his face, taking the opportunity to observe his shape. He looks tired, more so emotionally than physically. It worried you to a certain degree as you knew he had a planchette for putting others needs first. Aemond pulls you down onto his lap by your waist, causing you to sit sideways on his thighs as you continue to fuss about his dishevelled shape. No doubt he just returned from dragonback. Your emotions from earlier dissipating.
"I am well." You say shortly, fixing the collar of his riding coat.
"Hm...... I missed your old ways of dressing." Aemond hums in suspicion but says no more about it causing you to narrow your eyes at him. Looking down briefly to observe your gown, was there something wrong with it? You will admit it was unlike you, the dress thick in material compared to your fond silk and linens. The heat in Kingslanding was much more forgiving so you had decided on a dress with a high collar and long sleeves.
"I thought it would be more proper if I adapted." Speaking the words simply. Not everyone cared for the way you dressed, deeming it as provocative. It was best to sacrifice your familiarity in exchange for sewed mouths. Although now you don't really give a fuck about others opinions, but Aemond grew up with these people and you can not have them thinking such crass things. It would tarnish his reputation and your honour. Gods forbid Aemond Targaryen beds with a snake.
"Since when did you care about being proper?" His tone is much harsher now, the hostility directed at you foreign on his tongue.
"Aemond...." You gave him a warning. You would not argue about this.
"I do not want you to lose yourself, my jewel. Tell me, what troubles you?" You retreat within the confines of your mind at the mention of the name, my jewel. It’s hard to look him in the eye as the truth spills out, allowing yourself to be vulnerable to him.
"It's just... I miss home.... I miss being treated like the heir, like the future Queen ---instead of a vessel meant to just produce. I know that makes me sound like a babe but I cannot stand being viewed as a property."
All the worries, the fire, the hate, the insecurities it all comes spilling out from your mouth. You cannot do this anymore, you cannot keep pretending you are just his wife when you knew deep down you were meant for much more. Perhaps you had failed him in providing a child, but you cannot keep deceiving yourself that you were happy with the role you were given. Never would you question your love for Aemond but as the days drag on you begin to slip into depression. The darkness captivating you, swallowing your soul till you were nothing but a shell of the woman you were supposed to be. Your identity was not your own, feeling like a marionette dancing in the shoes of a doll. Being controlled by society and expectations.
"Who prompted these emotions, my wife? Is it my mother? Is she bothering you?" Aemond panics for a moment, grabbing ahold of your hand to steady your shaking figure. You were visibly not well, for a while he's had speculations of your unhappiness and had tried his best to stand by you, but to hear the words from your mouth urges him into action. Aemond was aware of his mother's overbearing presumptions about you being of child, but he never thought it was to the point where you had begin to question your value.
"No, no! Aemond it's not her, it's no one." Clarifying to him quickly, your heart melts at how protective he got immediately.
"It's just... I am not ready to trade my sword for an infant... I would love to have your children! But I don't just want to be their mother. I want to be Queen of Dorne, I want to be remembered for me." Opening up to Aemond was no easy feat but you allow your walls to break down, revealing your inner most desires.
"And you will be my sweet, regardless of whether or not we have children I never want to take away your weapons from you." The way he said weapons alluded to something much more, perhaps he was implying to power, you weren't certain.
Aemond was aware how important it was for you to be in control of the dagger, and he would never make you give that up. You wield such great spirit and to see you so uncertain wounded him. He knows not who filled your head with such poison, extinguishing your fire but he would have their head for it. Aemond had never seen you like this, your once head strong persona gone and replaced with so much doubt. It hurts him, his heart aching as his mind searches for a way to make you feel better.
"I truly do want to have your children...." The words came out as a whine without your intention but they were riddled with the absolute truth.
"There is no rush, I do not blame you for drinking the tea." He looks at you with a soft gaze, now mirroring your gestures and tucking a few stray hairs away from your face.
"Perhaps it is time to stop..." You have been drinking the moon tea for quite some time now. Not knowing when or why it started but it became a mutual understanding between you and Aemond. Or at least, if he had a problem with it not once did he speak on them and protested.
"Perhaps it is time to go back to Sunspear. I've been thinking about it for quite some time and it would be better for us..." Eyes widening immediately at that, was he truly willing to sacrifice so much and make that decision for you?
"Aemond I cannot ask that of you..." Shaking your head in protest, your eyes plead for him to think more carefully.
"You aren't, I've decided on my own. You've sacrificed so much only for the people of the court to induce such poison in you, they do not deserve to have you. We'd be far better off at Sunspear." With a simple nod, he seemed so definitive about his decision.
"What of your duties?" Raising a brow at him you question who would fill his role.
"My duty is to be your husband, and if being here is hurting you then we can go at once. Aside from my mother I have no emotional ties with my family, unlike you. You left everything behind without question when you married me, you even left behind Nymeria... I can't even imagine if I had to leave Vhagar like that...."
Your heart pounds at the mention of your beloved snake. Nymeria was previously deemed untamable, until she bowed to you... She was an old soul, having been around since the reign of her predecessor, Princess Nymeria herself. Over the years she moved unchallenged, growing large enough to circle kingdoms with her body. Nymeria was about the same size as Vhagar but three times longer, her skin black in colour serving as a warning to those that dared try her.
They called her a monster, a great beast but she was neither of that. To you she was a dear friend, you were her first rider and it hurt to abandon her like that. But the journey to Kingslanding had its complications so it was best to leave her be. A bond with a snake was similar to a bond with a dragon, your souls interwoven with one another. Although Nymeria was intelligent she was an animal and she could not comprehend why you left her so. To feel her confusion and loneliness everyday had been agonising.
The pain was almost enough to make you agree to Aemond's words, but you wanted him to understand the consequences of his absence. Yes, it filled you with great joy that he was so willing to leave at your command, his oblation not only comforting but also displaying his devotion to you. But he must be aware of what his hecatomb may bring.
"Aemond." You warned once more.
"There you go again, putting me first. I truly think this would be better for us, and who cares about princely duties when I will be king alongside you. We can fly back to Dorne at sunset and be there by morning on Vhagar, just say the word." His hands caress your waist, as if trying to persuade you and the more you think about it the more he made a point. Perhaps Kingslanding didn't need you both at all, Aegon and Helaena were here and although they were a little inadequate, Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon were just across the sea. You and Aemond would be better at Sunspear, and you were certain he would be treated right...
"Maybe you're right... But tonight is too soon, we need to get our orders in affairs first and alert the king of our decision." Giving in to his proposal, you rose from his lap, beginning to pace the room as you continued your sentence. No doubt the king would want to give you guys a proper send off but you and Aemond would need to make it known that you'd prefer to leave silently.
"That is best... And who knows, maybe once you're more comfortable we might actually start trying for a baby." Affirming your words, you turn to face Aemond. The knowing look on his face implied that he wasn't just jesting, contrary to his tone.
"Are you content with raising our children in the desert?" He smiles at your words, recognizing the woman he fell in love with. It had been a long while since you both had spoken to one another like this, the playful banter reminding him of your first meeting.
"The desert made you lethal, they could use the life experience." Your husband held his head up high proud, certain that your children would be skilled in the ways of snakes with the roar of a dragon.
"They'd be absolutely brutal, Aemond."
"Perfect. The finest soldiers all of Westeros will ever see." He was rather sure of that fact, all this talk of raising children with you had made him yearn for a large family. Kids with your best aspects. And though he's never thought much of it since your wedding night, if you were willing to, he'd be more than happy to start a family with you.
"Can you imagine it.... our children riding dragons and sand snakes." You whispered fondly, imagining a world you could build with Aemond. Giggling to yourself silently at the thought of little children having both a dragon and a giant snake by their side. By the gods, your offsprings will be terrorists... Though determining how that will be handled would have to come at a later date, for now you're content with just imagining.
"I hope they have your hair..." Aemond spoke softly after a few moments, it was barely audible, the soft smile on his face prompted one to form on yours.
"My hair?" It sounded so outrageous, why would he want your children to have your hair? You'd think he'd hold great pride in his silver mane.
"Mhmm, it would be a change for once." You open your mouth to say something but the words get lost on you. Instead deciding to just look at him, oh how he was your entire world. You'd give your all just to make him happy.
"Please do not say you hope they have my eyes." Aemond speaks, breaking you from your train of thought.
"I wasn't!" You yell at him, laughing at his outrageous words.
"The look on your face says otherwise, my dear." He's laughing with you now.
"hm... have you thought of names?" You prompt him as you start walking towards the bed.
"Viserra and Vaelor." You think on it for a while, liking the way it rolled off your tongue.
"Hmm.... Viserra and Vaelor, I love it..." Turning to face him, you catch your husband breaking into a grin.
Finally settling in on an emotion you haven't felt for many moons, peace, as you watched the man you love so much get lost on the thought of kids. There was something rather touching about how open you both were to one another right now, and it makes you think. How did we get to here? Yes your marriage was entirely political but over time you had come to be grateful for what you and Aemond had.
To uncertain partners raised on different sides of the coin, to acquaintances greedy for one another's body. Eventually betrotheds figuring out the idea of love, and now this... Lovers planning a family. Maybe this was love, the imprint someone makes inside of your soul, the happiness they evoke from within you, how your whole world revolves around one another. Your story with Aemond was great and you couldn't have asked for a better tale. The promise of the future lingered in the air as you welcomed mirth with open arms.
So he was not prince charming, but you did not care. Aemond Targaryen was a paradox made up of all the good and bad in his family. And it had been an honour to walk alongside him. Suddenly the fears of what hardships your children would have to face becomes irrelevant. It would not matter because you knew that you and Aemond will always be there to care for them and protect them. You were certain he would kill a hundred men that dared disrespect you or your daughter. Even take up the title kingslayer if your dignity was challenged.
To you Aemond was much more than a man with grey morals. He was your other half, he was your heart. And you were his jewel, you were the sapphire of his eye. A dragon and his snake. Although the future was uncertain it was clear that you were meant to burn together. A man inflamed with the abuse he experienced and a woman scorched from the fire she inflicted. Destiny had its plans for you both, a vortex of fate cradling your love as if it was the universe itself. You would create a safe haven for your children to come and burn any that tries to hurt them. Though they would not need the protection for long seeing as though they will be yours and Aemond's kids.
How your children would be absolute nightmares to the crown. You pray for the entire realm...
Part 1 Part 2 | More to come in the future....
Authors note:
Sorry for the late update, my best friend and her boyfriend broke up and I had to emotionally support the both of them until he showed up at her house and got kicked out for trespassing 🥺 Jokes aside, that's a true story, anyways if this flops I'm throwing eggs at old people. I'm not overly proud of this part but this opens up a gateway for me to write about yours and Aemond's kids.
- Armoni
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