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midnightsapphire · 1 year
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just thinking about modern!aemond who wants to take over the successful family corportation since viserys is getting old and knows his time is running out, but both his older siblings rhaenyra (from the first marriage) thinks she should have it while spoiled burnout aegon who doesn’t want any part of it gets dragged into being named ceo because of his mother and grandfather
and modern!aemond owning a deteriorating antique car that’s been in the family for generations that he graciously names vhagar and loves her like his own child (which he may or may not have stolen from his cousins but “they weren’t even old enough to drive so why should he care”), constantly working on her and fixing her up while aegon and helaena have the newest car models constantly
and sweet baby aemond who is always on top of the family business, their stocks, takes care of paperwork and grueling meetings while aegon sneaks into frat parties and carelessly hooks up with random women he keeps around for less than a week before ghosting them
but everything changes when aegon “turns a new leaf” and brings you home. sweet, studious you who’s top of your class, has a good education and has a stable job that provides for your family and aemond is just fucked because you’re everything he wanted in a partner (even when the thought has never crossed his mind until you came along) because you’re so intelligent, can keep conversation with him and his family, you manage to keep aegon in check (but you aren’t stupid and know he isn’t faithful, but your kind heart can never stop giving him another last second chance)
aemond knows though, just by the way you look at him, how you put your hand on his arm when he makes you laugh harder than aegon does, the way you look for him first in any room even though your boyfriend has been right next to you the entire time, the way you start wearing the things he secretly gifts you. you don’t laugh at the fact he’s blind in one eye from an incident with his nephews that caused the family rift, the way you show Vhagar the same TLC he does the rare times you help him work on her, even if it’s just handing him a wrench or wiping the grease off his face and handing him water since he’s been working on her all day in the hot sun. he just knows
he’s going to steal you from his brother, no matter what. 
if this gets enough traction i’ll 100% write this
UPDATE : we’re 100% gonna write this
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deny-the-issue · 3 months
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Overall Summary: This is a short love story about Otto Hightower being a sexy bastard. There WILL be a happy ending. The reader is mid to late twenties in age.
Chapter Summary: You visit Ser Otto once again and your true intentions come to light.
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[spinster!reader] [Otto Hightower x f!reader] [angst] [hurt feelings] [873 words]
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Butterflies evolve into a tempest of nervous wasps as the fated night approaches. Would he welcome you? Or send you away like a common whore?
Shame waxing and waning like the moon, the insecurity of your predicament makes you sick. Not of the body, but of the mind. You cannot stop thinking about him at every moment of the day. Even walking in the gardens brings you no relief, as you wish he were there beside you, hand in hand. 
The day of, you sit in your room from morning till dusk. Not eating, barely drinking. Only able to watch as time slowly whittles away, until the blue sky changes into the telltale sunset hues. 
You make your way to his official chambers just after sunset wearing a dress that would be more difficult to discard than the last. A heavy book encumbers your steps, but it comforts you to have an excuse for the guard lurking outside Ser Otto’s chambers. It shows good faith, or at least you hope. However, you cannot help the sinking feeling that he will see right through you, and not wish to go further.
One does not play with a man like Otto Hightower and get away with it, even if it is for pleasure’s sake alone. 
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When the letter arrives on Otto Hightower’s ornate desk, he struggles with the prospect of breaching your trust. The blue wax seal of your house taunts him for a week before he opens it. The contents were upsetting to him on many fronts, and he stewed in his boiling pot of emotions for another week, unable to bring himself to deliver the letter to you. 
Ser Otto’s attention snaps to the door from the first muffled sound of your voice in the hallway. Anger swells in his belly as you walk into the room, just as he hoped and feared. He does not rise, only glares as you approach. The physical separation should make this easier for him.
Once safely alone with the door shut, he makes the first cut.
“Was it your plan to entrap me for personal gains?” he growls, his unmoving stare pinning you some feet from his desk.
Eyes resembling that of cornered prey, you stand there, speechless, mouth opening and closing as if you thought better of whatever excuse you were going to spout. Enraged at your lack of response, he slams his palms down on his desk as he stands, chair scraping violently against the stone floor. 
You flinch at the display and lower your gaze, not daring to meet his ire face-to-face. He rips the letter from the top drawer of his desk and tosses it at your feet.
“Read it,” he commands through gritted teeth.
Gently, you place the book on a nearby end table and gracefully retrieve the offending paper. Shaking hands open it, but you remain steadfast as your eyes move across the letters. With the signs of sadness written clearly on your face, you calmly fold the letter and drop it in his wastebasket. 
“I should have known you were a liar,” his words seek to wound, “have you come to tell me of the bastard growing in your belly?”
“No!” You finally find your voice and your spine. “Your books are not the only ones I have read, Ser Otto. I have learned a great deal from the Maester’s texts, like how to track my fertility cycle. I left nothing to chance–there was very little chance of my womb quickening the night we…”
You cannot utter the words. ‘Fucked’ is too obscene, and does not fit your idea of what you shared that night.  
“You cannot know such things,” he sneers, shaking his head in disbelief. 
“I only wished to taste happiness before it forsakes me forever!” Your voice breaks, and you pause to take a steadying, deep breath. “My family asked my permission to betrothe me to save them from financial ruin. I gave it willingly and I would not do anything to jeopardize the plans they have made!”
“How many times have you done this? How many men have had their way with you?” He slowly walks around his desk, eyes trained on you like a predator, cold and full of anger.
“Do you think I would risk so much for any other?” You snap, fisted hands shaking at your side as you stand your ground. “When I said ‘only for you’, I meant it with all of my heart! But if you truly think so low of me, my words matter not.”
“I would do anything to save my family. Please, if nothing else, believe in that. I bid you farewell for the last time, Ser Otto.” Your voice trembles ever so slightly as tears begin to well in your eyes, betraying the war raging inside you. 
Ser Otto holds his head high as you turn away from him. He almost stopped you from opening the door to leave, but begging is not in his nature. He is a man of clever action, and that is precisely the method he is going to use here. 
Settling at his desk with a heavy sigh, he reaches for his crow feather quill and begins a new letter. 
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issaprumi · 22 days
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hi! I'm the author of the tagged fanfiction. I started this blog to answer any questions anyone might have about the story, as well as give myself a place to post any rambles / extra scenes that don't make it into the fic. aegon ii x oc x aemond
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daemyra903 · 11 months
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—New Fic—
Forbidden Fruit
Modern AU, Daemyra centered
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Warnings: explicit, underage, read tags
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mononijikayu · 1 year
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a dust of memories
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title: a dust of memories
series: adust
chapter number: one
pairing: daemon targaryen x targaryen! oc
rating: m
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for a moment, mellara returned to that moment all those years ago. when she had been young and unknowing of the world. the lady nightingale they used to call her, a young woman who lived in a land of isolation. secluded by her protective mother and father, the one who sang in the tower in solitary. but then father passed and she was trying to find the pieces of the puzzle. the puzzling world left behind by her father, in his city. the city he detested, she returned for him. to yearn him, to mourn him. to meet him beyond the mask he wore, as her father.
mellara had lost herself, the nightingale who did not have an identity. a personhood, no words could express the statelessness that existed in a girl who knew nothing of the world. and found herself meeting him. his deep purple eyes filled with mischief, of excitement. adventures beyond her imagining. life in him burning like wildfire, life waiting to burn her too. he wanted to show her the world, from his lenses. tinted with the colors people shun, she recalled too well.
she had always heard much about cousin daemon. how he was a brutish young man who had killed tarnished men so brutally and had been honored with a knighthood for it. about how he curses under his breath at a wife he does not love and has abandoned. about how his claiming of caraxes had been a battle hard won by his strength. but when had met him once before, all that stuck to her was the way his dark purple shone against her lilac. full of mischief, of unknown flames of intrigue. 
when she encountered daemon once again, he still had those mischievous eyes. the swagger of the short silver hair shone like a halo upon his handsome face, curious purple eyes that had been so bemused at her innocence, during their first meeting. observing at  her every move agaisnt the world that had been new to the young woman she once had been. mellara had often wondered, if he had meant to corrupt her. to do the same as the world had done to him. but he did not. instead, he captivated her. struck her with those eyes of his.
daemon targaryen mesmerized her then and he does so now. he surprised her then and he surprised her till now. in their youth, he held her in his arms with those wild eyes filled with a puzzling emotion, the blood and guts of a dead creature filled her. yet he held her, he just held her as she wept. the only one who understood what it was like was him, him who had lost his father as she had. there was no need for words or pretenses. she just needed him. 
his warmth and his rare calm. in the harsh bristle of summer rain, he placed his cloak wordlessly upon her as she continued to weep and brought her back to that place she wanted to escape from. she felt afraid to return, to come back to the world that did not want understand her. but he held her. and in that moment, she thought that his comfort was enough. 
in that rare quiet, she saw him, the truth of him. and she loved him the most in that moment. loved him too deeply. too deeply to turn around and act as though such blossoming did not exist in her heart. it would not be easy, she had always known that. but she still chose him. this enigma of a man, the cruelty and the sweetness. mellara knew it then that she yearned for him. yet she did not know it then but he had yearned for her too.
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modusssa · 1 year
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I Hate You More-Aemond TargaryenxFemale Original Character--Chapter 7
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This is part of an ongoing series. Click here for Chapter 6
Rating: Explicit (NSFW, 18+) 
TW: Breath play, bullying, degrading Aemond Targaryen lol
Chapter 7 
Arrivals
Annara stopped struggling against his hold. He stared her in her eyes then and repeated himself.
“You. I chose you.”
Aemond watched her brows pull down and she grabbed his wrist, pushing his hand from her mouth. He let her move it but stayed pressed against her on the wall. She drug her bottom lip between her teeth. She let it go and opened her mouth and closed it again, holding his gaze. She was speechless and Aemond smirked.
She put her hands on his chest and twisted his shirt in her hands. Aemond leaned into her again and instead of meeting his lips, she shoved him away. He stumbled back and grabbing her arm, pulling her with him. She twisted her arm away from him and asked, “why?”
Aemond was seething then. The ungrateful harlot. “What do you mean by asking me why? You should be thanking me.” He emphasized his words by hitting his chest.
Annara shook her head at him and laughed. “Thanking you? For what exactly, Prince?”
Aemond grinded his teeth. “For taking you away from here.” He stretched his arms out, gesturing around.  “From the end of the fucking world and this gods forsaken place.”
Her gaze was kindling. “Taking me away?” She looked down, crossing her arms and shaking her head. “So, you tell me you know what I want? And you say freedom?” She started laughing. It started out low and deadly and then turned hysterical. Aemon felt confused and angry. He was doing her a favor. He was going to take her to King’s Landing and have her turned into a Princess. Refine her. His fists clenched.
“You will gather your things and accompany me back to the capitol on Vhagar, or you can have your father send you in an envoy.” He shrugged and took a step towards her. “It doesn’t matter to me. Either way, you will be my Lady wife.” He took another step towards her and bared his teeth. “You will not fucking embarrass me, and you will act. Like. A. Lady.” They were toe to toe. “Or I will make you.”
Annara jerked slightly and then spit at Aemond’s face. It felt as if time suspended as they stood there glaring at each other and her spit slid down his face. He reached a hand up and wiped it from his cheek as he held her stare. He licked her spit from his fingers, and she watched his tongue. Swiftly, Aemond grabbed her by the face. She turned her head to escape his grasp and he pressed his forehead against her temple. “You are uncouth. Despicable. Treasonous.” He reached his other hand up to grab a fistful of her hair. “I swear by the Seven, I will make a Princess out of you, if I have to lock you in the dungeon under the Red Keep!”
He shoved her against the wall and stepped away. Turning his back to her. Her ungratefulness infuriated him; her ill-mannered behavior enraged him. She was maddening. He looked over his shoulder at her as she brushed her hair back and steeled her shoulders. At least she had some backbone and didn’t back down. She looked at him.
“How long?”
Aemond was exasperated. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I'm leaving now. What is your choice?”
She huffed, mumbling something under her breath. Bending down to pick up her dagger, she said, “I will see you at King’s Landing” and then turned her back and disappeared back into the threshold she appeared from. He watched her back as it disappeared into the dark hall beyond the stone doorway. She should be happy he chose her and not her sister. Why wasn’t she thanking him? He bent down, sheathed his own dagger, and grabbed his bag. Jerking open the door to his chamber, he didn’t look back as he stalked down the corridor and out into the night. The ride back to King’s Landing would help cool the kindling fire in his chest.
The weather was atrocious. The rain was a torrential downfall and lightning brightened the eternal gloomy skies of Storm’s End. Aemond would be so happy if he never had to come back to this place. Annara crossed his mind again and he gritted his teeth. How could something as beautiful as her be as venomous and malevolent. Everything about her taunted him. She was a nettle burrowed beneath his skin. Vhagar was sleeping as he approached, and he climbed onto the beast and strapped himself in. The dragon flapped its wings, stirring the rain around them. As they lifted into the dark clouds, Aemond looked back at Storm’s End. Nothing good came from that wretched place. He thought of Annara and how she could have been the only good thing that came from there. Annara’s voice slithered into his mind. Kinslayer. Lucerys. He shook his head. No. He wouldn’t mourn the bastard nephew that took his eye. Aemond gripped Vhagar’s reins tighter and fought the urge not to turn around and burn the fortress to the ground.
Aemond landed at the dragon pit. No one was waiting for him as he dismounted, and he ignored the keeper’s as they spoke to him.  He stalked straight for the Red Keep. He hoped that he beat the news that happened in Storm’s End. He stomped up the steps to his mother’s chambers, nodding at the Lord and Ladies as they bowed when he passed. Ser Criston was standing guard outside his mother’s chambers when Aemond approached.
“Is she in there?” he asked as he approached. He supposed he liked Ser Criston. More tolerated and respected. He was the one that trained him and his brother with a sword. But Aemond’s mother also told him how he broke his oath to take his sister’s maidenhood. His mother had taken him as her personal guard after he told her the truth and that changed his mother’s relationship with his sister from then on. His sister, the whore, with her bastard children. Kinslayer.
Ser Criston knocked on the large door and opened it, Aemond following him in. His mother was sitting with her back to the door, and she looked over her shoulder as Criston lead Aemond inside. His mother stood and smiled at him. “Aemond,” she said as she hurried over and hugged him. It felt good to have his mother be happy to see him. “I am so happy to see you.” She looked up at him and touched his face.
He smiled. “It is good to see you also mother.”
She pulled him towards the couch and sat. He removed his cloak before sitting at the opposite end from her. He glanced over at the flames and the previous night flashed through his mind. How Annara acted when he told her that he chose her.
“Mother, there is something that I must tell you.”
She leaned forward and grabbed a cup of tea and sipped. “Would you like some?” Aemond shook his head. “Did you choose a wife?” she asked, glancing at him over her cup.
Aemond hummed. “Yes. I did. But there is something el-”
“Is it Lord Borros’s eldest daughter Cassandra? She was at court when she was a child, back when their Lady mother was pregnant the second one.”
“No, mother. It was the second daughter. Annara.”
His mother stared at him. “Oh.” She took another sip from her cup. “Did she travel back with you?”
Aemond shook his head. “An envoy should arrive soon. But there is something else.”
His mother set her cup down and faced him, folding her hands in her lap.
Aemond stared into the flames as he said, “Lucerys arrived at Storm’s End a few days after I did.” He looked away from the flames, at his mother. “He came with a message from Rhaenyra. To remind him of his father’s oath.” Aemond laughed. “Borros took it as expected. Especially when Lucerys brought him nothing in return.” He rested his arm on the armrest, his index finger rubbing on his thumb. “I believe Borros called him a pup and told him to return to his mother. I told him to give me his eye, as payment for mine.” He stood and paced. “He left but I followed him. On Vhagar and…” He stopped pacing and trailed off. He looked at his mother and swallowed.
“Vhagar what, Aemond?”
“Vhagar killed him. We chased them. I just wanted to scare him, but Arrax attacked Vhagar and well…”
Kinslayer.
His mother gasped, covering her mouth. “Aemond, no.” She stood then, rubbing her palms on her dress. Aemond hated to see his mother stressed and fretting over him. She walked to the window and stared out at King’s Landing. He stood there and watched her back, waiting.
Kinslayer.
His mother was muttering and when she turned around, she was chewing on her thumb. “Who knows of this?”
“Just some whispers amongst the people present at Storm’s End. And my betrothed.”
She began to pace. “Send for your brother and your grandsire at once. They need to know as well.”
Aemond nodded stiffly and turned to the door.
“Aemond.” His mother called to his back. He paused his steps. “He deserved it for taking your eye when you were a boy.” Aemond didn’t reply, instead he opened the door and told Ser Criston to grab his grandfather.
Aemond sat at the table, his brother to his left at the head and his mother across from him. He grabbed the pitcher and poured more wine into his goblet. His grandfather was standing near the hearth, his forearm resting on the mantle as he stared into the fire as it crackled and popped.
Aegon sighed as he slammed his cup on the table. “I don’t see what the issue is. The boy was a cunt. He took Aemond’s eye. Aemond took his life.” He shrugged and belched. Alicent cringed and Aemond stared at his grandfather, Otto Hightower.
Otto stroked his chin. “They will retaliate.”
Aemond stood abruptly, his chair scraping across the floor. He banged his fist on the table. “Let them come. I will be fucking ready. When I was ten, Lucerys took my eye.” He walked around the table. “His paid for his crimes with his fucking life the way he should have then.” He was angry again. His mother was looking at the table, his brother at him.
Aegon leaned back in the chair spreading his legs. He gestured in front of him at nothing. “See, grandsire. Even if they do start a war, Aemond is willing to participate.” He laughed. “And look brother. Now you have another title.” Aemond’s spine went taut. “Prince Aemond One-Eye, the Kinslayer.”
Kinslayer.
His mother lifted her head and spoke then. “A war? If they want to start a war?” She looked at them all with tears in her eyes. “The war has just begun. Rhaenyra will not see reason, nor hear it.”
That stupid word was banging around his skull as Aemond slammed both fists on the table and looked his mother in the eye. “And we will be ready.”
Aemond laid in his bed, staring at the candlelight flickering across the ceiling. He folded his hands under his head as he contemplated everything that happened recently, with Lucerys and Annara. Annara. Her face flashed in his mind. That look that she gave him before turning her back on him. He looked over to the side. She would be laying there on the side of him one day. She was prone to violence, and he would have to sleep next to her in full armor so she wouldn’t stab him while he slept. It had been days since he left Storm’s End and he still couldn’t get her from his mind. They still hadn’t received news from Dragonstone. He wondered if Lucerys’s body would wash up on the shore or if his nephew’s body was at the bottom of the Narrow Sea.
A knock sounded at the door and Aemond groaned as he walked to open it.
“An envoy has arrived from Storm’s End, Prince.”
“Where?”
“The Great Hall.”
Aemond felt his heart race. He said his thanks and shut the door. He dressed himself quickly and made his way to the Great Hall.
He saw her before she saw him. She wore a dark cloak with the hood up, but he had paid enough attention to her body to know it was her standing there. She pulled her hood down and Aemond admired the way her profile looked with her hair pulled away from her face, and the creamy skin of her neck as she looked up at the ceiling. It was free of the small bruises left there from his fingertips and he couldn’t wait to put them there again.
He walked down the steps and she turned and saw him there. He stopped a few steps away as she bowed to him.
“Prince Aemond.”
He hummed. “Lady Annara. I do hope that you are feeling better than you were the last time I was in your presence.”
Her voice was calm and gentle when she replied but Aemond saw the way her eye twitched. “Indeed I am.” That smirk that Aemond despised pulled at her full lips.
“Very well.” He gestured to the servants and guards standing around and told them to lead everyone where they belonged.
“Wait, Prince Aemond.” Annara said. “I would like a word.”
Aemond nodded and gestured for her to follow. They went down the halls, upstairs as he led her around the Red Keep. He pointed out every room to her on their way and she was soaking it in as much as she could. She wasn’t talking very much, not even making snide comments that she usually did when they were in Storm’s End. Aemond found himself wishing she would say something crude just to take the awkwardness out of her being there. So, he could push her up against the wall and force her to kiss him, to look at him. When they approached the doors to a sitting room, he gestured inside and she entered, and he followed close behind. When she passed him, he could smell her. The smell of fresh summer rain and honey tickled his nostrils and he wanted to chase that scent. It reminded him of when she rode with him above the clouds and came on his hand.
Annara sat on the settee and unclasped her cloak. She was wearing a gown. This one thicker than the one she had on that night at the feast. She leaned back against the cushions and stared at the wall as he sat down in the chair next to where she was sitting.
She didn’t pull her eyes away from the wall as she said, “I want to make another wager. This time, the stakes are higher.”
“Another wager?”
She finally looked at him then. “Yes, Prince. Another wager.”
Aemond leaned forward. “Why? So, you can trick me, mock me? Do I look like a fool to you?”
She smiled at him then and cocked her head. “How much am I allowed to say now, since I am allowed to be your wife? Or will you lock me under the Keep or cut out my tongue?”
Aemond stood and walked behind her, gripping the couch. He leaned down and spoke into her ear. “Is this the game that you want to play Lady Annara?” He watched the goosebumps rise on the back of her neck and ran a gentle finger over them. “No more games Lady. We are no longer in Storm’s End.” He moved his hand and walked around the front of the couch to stand in front of her. “I already know what you want, and you will not get out of this marriage. Your father agreed I could have any one of you or your sisters and I chose you.” He stepped closer to her. “You will be my wife.”
She stood then and stepped towards him. “All my life I have lived under a man’s thumb, and I am fucking sick of it” she said seething.
Aemond laughed at her. “It doesn’t appear that way to me. Your father allowed you to train with a sword and study books. He allowed you to hunt and travel, making friends with his bannermen and appealing to them all.” He stepped even closer to her. “To me, it seems like you just don’t w-”
The door opened to the room and his mother, Queen Alicent, walked in. Annara turned and curtsied. His mother met his eye over Annara’s bent head. She walked to Annara and grabbed both her hands in hers.
“My dear you are so lovely. It is wonderful to meet you. I hope that your travels to the capitol were safe.”
Annara nodded and smiled a glowing smile at his mother. “Yes, Your Grace. It was nice to see the blue skies again. We don’t get those often in Storm’s End.” She chuckled. Aemond was taken aback at the sudden change in Annara’s behavior with his mother. She was just a thorn in his side. He supposed that it could be worse. Maybe he wouldn’t have to beg his mother to teach her any manners.
The Queen returned Annara’s smile. “I am so excited. There hasn’t been a wedding in years. We should decide on a date and get preparations in order.”
Annara opened her mouth, but Aemond stopped the conversation before it could go any further.
“Mother, the Lady Annara and I were discussing important matters before you came in.”
His mother’s eyes bounced between the two of them and she gave one more squeeze to Annara’s hand.
“I would like you to join me for tea this afternoon, Lady Annara.”
“I would love to.”
The Queen glanced one more look at her son and then turned to leave. Aemond grabbed Annara by the arm and spun her around. “So, it seems the Lady does have manners after all.” Annara jerked out of his grasp and huffed.
She leaned into him and put her finger to chest. “Don’t worry, Prince. I don’t have any good manners for you.”
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him. “I will force good manners from you Lady Annara.”
“You can try.” She replied. He grabbed her neck then squeezed and that glowing smile returned to her lips. “It won’t work Prince. This will just make me your ill-mannered whore.”
Chapter 8
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plutoscosmoss · 10 months
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Fire Inside   ➸ c.17
Warnings: This series includes themes of violence, death, smut, childbirth and childbirth complications (if I forgot to mention any please let me know)
Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC
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Chapter 17: The Wedding
It had been a few days of wedding prepping and getting to know the layout of her new home. Renva still participated in her early morning training with her brother, not refusing no matter how much her muscles burned. Daemon came to them one morning as they practiced on the beach, to discuss what would happen with her training once Cregan left. Cregan asked the Rogue Prince if he or another knight at Dragonstone would train her, Daemon had given her brother a small smirk and agreed that he himself would do it. He would train Renva along with Baela, and occasionally Rhaena. The younger of the twins didn’t dislike training, but she preferred more ‘ladylike’ hobbies. 
So Daemon and Baela would accompany them on the beach when training occurred. Baela and Renva often practiced against one another. Both fighting until they couldn’t and would end in a draw. Daemon and Cregan both gave remarks to the girls on how to fix their stances, postures, and how they can use their leanness to their advantages. Both girls improved greatly, and to Renva’s joy, she bonded quickly with Baela. It was a fear of hers that due to the betrothals and decision made from them Baela would hold it against her. 
The twins found comfort in Renva, almost as an older sister of sorts. The girls were often seen around Dragonstone, reading books from the library and practicing Valryian. The twins would help Renva practice the lines she must learn for her wedding ceremony, and in return Renva told them the legends about the wisps. When the girls weren't seen together, Renva could be found spending time with Jace, getting to know more about one another. They would take walks on the beach under the chaperone of Renvas new handmaiden, Ceria, who was 10 years her senior. 
While the betrothed were on their walks they would discuss memories from their childhood. Jace told Renva the story of the ‘Pink Dread’ which she slightly scolded him for, but ultimately found a little funny. Renva spoke of the north and their traditions, along with time her brother Ranvir, almost took her head off with his sword for scaring him during training. The two could be heard laughing from the beach in Dragonstone, bringing joy to not only Rhaenyra but also Cregan. He then knew that his sister would be happy spending her days with Jacaerys. 
It was finally the day of the wedding. Rhaenyra and Ceria readied Renva, helping her first into a chemise, then a corset. They opted for skipping a petticoat due to Renva’s detestment.  Then came time for her gown, it was a red floor length silk gown. Renva admired the dress as she looked at herself in the mirror,  the neckline was off the shoulder, with embroidered gold details running down the arms of the dress. Rhaenyra came up behind her placing an overcoat that was grey with a lighter grey and red detailing to match the dress underneath. Once the dress was completed, Ceria and Rhaenyra approached behind her with the ceremonial robes. They were a creamed color with the edges dyed a light red color. 
After placing golden shoes on Renva sat at the vanity that was placed in her temporary chambers. Rhaenyra took over and braided Renva’s hair, her dark locks forming braids that only the Targaryens wore. Once she finished Renva examined her hair, finding big braids going straight down from the front of her head all the way to the back. The sides of her head however were braided in a way the warriors in the north wore them. They were much smaller and tighter braids that followed along the side of Renva’s head. Woven onto the ends of her braids were small golden cuffs. 
Renva smiled at herself in the mirror and spotted Rhaenyra dismissing Ceria. Once Ceria exited the room, Rhaenyra came up behind Renva placing her hands on her shoulders, Renva then placed her own hands on top of the Princess’s. Leaning down, Rhaenyra placed three small kisses on Renva’s temples, a gesture she only did with her children and husband. Renva’s eyes filled with tears, 
“Oh sweet girl, don’t cry. Are you okay?” Rhaenyra worried for her, she knew how anxious this day could be for her. 
“I am fine your grace. I am happy but I am also saddened to be leaving my family.” Renva wiped her tears away and gave the Princess a reassuring smile. “You won’t truly be leaving them. You and Jacaerys can always visit on dragonback, or your father and siblings can come visit here whenever you’d like.” Rhaenyra told the young girl. “However it is time for the ceremony to start.” Rhaenyra led Renva out of the walls of Dragonstone and to an alcove near the beach which held an alter. Before reaching the alcove, Rhaenyra stopped and Renva saw her brother approaching in Stark house color wedding attire. 
“I can take it from here Princess, I believe you have someone waiting for you as well.” Cregan spoke kindly to Rhaenyra as she nodded and went towards the alcove. “We can always run if you need, they might have dragons but I will get you off this island.” Cregan whispered making sure the Princess was a good distance away. “Cregan, all is well. Let’s not keep them waiting.” Renva smiled as her brother locked arms with her. She gave him a reassuring arm rub as they walked towards the alcove. “I should be comforting you.” Cregan whispered, “I was always better at it.” Renva smirked back. “You look beautiful by the way, father and mother would be proud of you.” Cregan gave a small smile as they approached the alcove, seeing the whole mixed Velaryon and Targaryian family. “Thank you brother.” Renva whispered back. 
As the two Starks walked towards the altar, Renva took notice of Jace’s siblings. Daemon, Baela and Rhaena stood towards the side where her own family should’ve been, letting Renva know that they were there for her. While Lucerys, Joffrey, Aegon the younger, and Viserys II, stood with Ceria waiting for Rhaenyra to join them. Behind the family members were families of high nobility, and the knights that resided on Dragonstone. Rhaenyra stood behind Jacaerys, as the Septon stood infront of the altar. The altar itself held what looked to be a golden chalice, along with a few white cloths and one red cloth with gold embroidery. The last thing on the altar that Renva noticed was what looked to be dragonglass. 
Looking away from the altar, Renva looked at her betrothed. He wore a similar robe, with a bigger headpiece. To Renva he looked ethereal, his brown hair looked to have been trimmed recently. He was tapped by Rhaenyra which made him glance up and make eye contact with Renva. Renva saw a smile grow on his face, it made her stomach flutter. Knowing that in just a few moments the two would be married. Cregan led Renva past everyone and to where Jace was waiting. Once standing in front of Jace, Cregan let go of his sister's arm and gave her a small embrace. Kissing the top of her head before turning to Jacaerys and giving him a small nod then walking to where Daemon stood with his daughters. 
“Hi.” Jacaerys softly spoke to her, “Hello Jacaerys.” Renva returned with a small smile. The two held eye contact as the septon began to talk. 
“We gather here today to join Jacaerys Velaryon and Renva Stark into one union, through the ways of Old Valyria.” Renva and Jace are then instructed to each grab a piece of dragonglass, and to make a slice into each other's bottom lip. Jacaerys went first, grabbing his shard of dragonglass, he held Renvas bottom lip with his other hand to steady it. Slowly he slid the sharp dragonglass along Renva’s lower lip, letting it make a clean cut. Jace then put his thumb onto her bottom lip, swiping some of her blood onto his finger he made the Valyrian fire symbol on Renva’s forehead. It was then Renva’s turn. She clutched the piece of dragonglass so tightly in her hand, she felt it almost slice her. With a shaky hand she steadied Jaces’ lip before she rised the glass and too cut his bottom lip slowly. She fluttered her eyes back up to his momentarily before dabbing her thumb onto his lip and marking his forehead with the Valyrian symbol for blood. 
The two then held eye contact again while the septon spoke. Renva felt like it was just them two and the septon, she almost forgot about the groups of people watching the ceremony. It was now time for the two to slice their own palms to join blood. The two did as instructed by the septon, then joined hands. The septon held the golden chalice under their hands and let their blood mixture drip into the cup. Once there was a decent amount in the chalice, the septon wrapped their conjoined hands in the red cloth. At the point in the ceremony they both had to recite the vow together, “Iksi sir mēre ñelly, mēre prūmia, mēre soul sir se forever.” (We are now one flesh, one heart, one soul now and forever.) Once they recited the vow, they were handed the chalice, Jace first then Renva. Each taking a small sip from the chalice, their hands were untied, each given a white cloth to hold to the wounded palm. 
Renva met Jaces’ eyes again, the two feeling the stares of the onlookers waiting for what they know will happen. As the two leaned into one another, Jace raised his non bloodied hand and cupped the left side of Renva’s face. Renva placed her good hand on the crook of Jaces neck, as their lips connected they heard a round of applause. The two smiled into their kiss as they heard the cheers of the people, as they broke apart they connected their foreheads. Renva let out a small giggle, “I’m glad it's you Renva, I really am.” Jace spoke softly to her before they both turned, locked arms and walked back to Dragonstone. 
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What Once Was (Chapter Three)
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Pairing : Aemond Targaryen x Strong!Reader
Warnings : Targ!cest, future nsfw, mentions of violence & death, slow burn, reader insert but slight oc! Descriptions, Aegon being Aegon
A/N - Here is where things start brewing! Enjoy soft young aemond x reader while they last because the next chapter is where everything goes down!
+18 ONLY, Mild NSFW ahead, MINORS DNI
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I'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero
“I swear on my heart. You shall have your dragon and I shall have my sworn protector.” 
(Y/N)’s words rang through Aemond’s head like a montage, his hands shaking in anticipation as he neared the mouth of the dragonpit. His eyes squinted to adjust to the sudden darkness that enveloped him the deeper he went into the cavern where the many beasts were held. The stench of the beast and flames never deterred the boy as he constantly peeked over his shoulder to see if the dragon keepers tailed him. 
A distant roar caught Aemond’s attention as he neared a large opening, hands sweating from either nervousness or anticipation, he no longer knew. The familiar rumble shook the ground he stood on as a light flickered in the darkness. The dragon opened its mouth with a ferocious roar, causing the young prince to stumble on his own feet once he recovered from his initial shock as he tripped and crawled out of the pit. 
The blonde internally cursed himself for his cowardice, angrily kicking at the dirt under him as he saw the blinding light of the entrance grow larger and larger. 
How did he expect to win her hand if he couldn’t even win himself a dragon?
(Y/N) felt the goosebumps on her arms raise as Helaena graciously set the case of bugs on her lap, toying with a centipede in her own hands as she inspected the creature with curiosity. Queen Alicent had joined them, a distant look of boredom on her face as she looked at her only daughter and grandchild (which she said with.. Light discretion.), mumbling question after question to the young Helaena simply to keep the conversation going. 
“This one has 60 rings and two pairs of legs on each.”
“That’s.. 240?” (Y/N) hummed, looking through the many glass cases as she tried to keep the grimace on her face out of sight for Helaena’s sake. It wasn’t so often that people other than the handmaids or her mother herself were around the young girl and her oddities. It was, although somewhat, a relief to Alicent that someone genuinely wanted to be in the present of her child. 
“It has eyes though I don’t believe it can see.” 
“And why is that so, do you think?” Alicent asked as she heaved out a sigh, leaning one hand onto the floor they were sat upon as the other held her chin up. 
“It seems to be beyond our understanding.” (Y/N) joined in as Helaena glanced at her before breaking into a soft smile. 
“I suppose you’re right, as.. Some things just are.” Alicent mumbled, putting a hand on Helaena’s shoulder as the smile was quickly wiped off her face, her muscles tensing under her mother’s touch that made (Y/N)’s heart clench. 
She knew of the distance between the queen and her children, not knowing how such a rift could be caused in her younger age. But as (Y/N) grew all the wiser, she began to understand the predicaments the queen held. With marrying at such a young age to a man she didn’t particularly love, handling duties far too great for someone at 10 and 5. It seemed all too much for a person of her caliber, listening to the ghost’s whispers in her ear in the form of her father.
Parts of (Y/N) thanked the gods that her own mother hadn’t been that way. Although still particularly riddled with faults, her own mother was never one to push such responsibility on her shoulders. 
Her thoughts were broken at the sound of the large doors opening, both (Y/N) and Alicent’s heads turning at the king’s guard tugging in a dirtied and disheveled Aemond into their chambers. “Your Grace.” He spoke softly, ushering the blonde in as he fought the knight’s grip with a grunt. 
“Aemond.” Alicent said with worry as she held her son close to her, cupping his face in her hands as he fought even her grasp, his cheeks twinging a soft pink in comparison to his pale skin at the sight of (Y/N) anxiously watching the mother and son, the case of Helaena’s collection gently set aside as her eyes turned over to him. 
“He did it again.” The knight confessed as (Y/N) sighed, guilt ridding her knowing she had left him alone for her duties with Helaena. It was no longer a wonder to her why he had chosen to stay behind, claiming he would do nothing but linger around before he had to attend his mandatory training with Ser Cole and the rest of the boys. 
“They made me do it!”
“As if you needed encouragement. Your obsession with those beasts goes beyond understanding” Alicent scolded, holding him at arm’s length as her eyebrows furrowed in frustration, knowing it hadn’t- nor did she expect it to be the last time- he had snuck off to the pits in search to claim his own dragon. She had sworn the last time her heart had almost burst out of her chest when the knights informed her it had nearly burned most of his hair off. 
“They gave me a pig!” Aemond said desperately as (Y/N) stood up, fingers twiddling together as she stood behind his mother. 
“A what?”
“They.. They said they had a dragon for him. But it was a pig. Faux wings, tail and all.. Your Grace.” (Y/N) said with a sigh, bowing her head as she interjected herself into the conversation. Aemond avoided her gaze as soon as he felt the burn at the base of his throat, the stinging of his eyes knowing the reddening of his eyes gave away his anguish. 
“You will have a dragon one day.” His mother reassured, caressing her thumbs against his cheekbones.
“He will have to close an eye.”
(Y/N) flinched as she listened to Alicent’s ranting to her grandfather through the crack in the door, heaving out the breath she had been holding as Alicent brazenly spoke of what everyone in the court had whispered behind her back, behind her entire family’s back. 
“To have one child like that is a mistake, to have three is an insult, to the throne, to you, to House Velaryon and the match you battled so hard to make for her. Not to mention decency itself and her recluse of a daughter, Viserys! Aemond has.. Aemond has grown with this obsession for both the dragon and her hand. It has gone entirely too far and I refuse to have a child of mine engage with any of her.. plain-looking children.”
(Y/N) glared at her shoes, sucking on her teeth as her hands clenched at her sides with every word Alicent hissed to her grandsire, who’s words tried to comfort his frantic wife. It was almost impossible to think that her and her mother had once been joined at the hip.
But even she knew that was far too long ago. 
Hearing enough, she had ripped herself away from the door, marching over to Aegon’s room as she glanced around the corner of the hall directly leading over to his chambers. Narrowing her eyes, she grabbed a small rock she had found when roaming around the keep and tossed it in the other direction, quickly gaining the attention of the knights as they straightened and followed the sound. 
“Idiots in armor, the lot of them.” She whispered in disbelief as she snuck her way into the older prince’s chambers. A large grimace instantly made its way onto her face as she passed by the empty cups of ale, the stench of sweat and alcohol burning at her nose the deeper she went into his chambers. She could have sworn she heard a breathy whisper of her name as she neared the foot of Aegon’s bed, his back facing her as he stood stark naked in his windowsill, hand furiously rubbing at himself as he released breathy gasps. His eyebrows furrowed as his grip on the stone windowsill tightened, unbeknownst to the audience he had behind him. 
“Who’s idea was it? The pig.” (Y/N) hissed, surprising the older boy as he stumbled backwards, bunching the blankets around himself hurriedly before pausing once his violet eyes met hers. A smug smile grew on his face despite his confusion as he sat up, his eyes trailing down his niece’s body as she stood her ground, not daring to touch anything in his room. 
“This again? And to think you’ve finally come to accept my proposal, dear niece.” Aegon snickered, leaning back into his pillows as (Y/N) dared to take a step forward, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she glared down at her uncle. “Was it your plot?” She hissed through clenched teeth as Aegon rolled his eyes, brushing his messy locks out of his face as he looked through his many cups in search for more ale. 
“It was Jace and.. the other one  It-It was the two of them.” He grunted, tossing the cups aside with a clatter as he shifted his position in his bed. “I don’t see the need for such concern. My brother is a twat without a dragon.”
“He is your family!”
“It was funny!”
“Do you think my brothers would be your playthings forever?” (Y/N) mumbled as she sat her knees down onto Aegon’s bed. Her actions caused the older blonde to look up at her with a raised eyebrow, his body straightening as he instinctively leaned towards her. 
“Soon, my mother will ascend the Iron Throne and I after her while my brothers inherit all of Driftmark. All while your mother challenges the throne in order for you to take it.” She mumbled, noting how his gaze broke away from hers, trailing down from her lips and down to her chest, knowing she had his full attention. 
“Then I won’t challenge-” He mumbled in a daze as (Y/N) crawled closer to him, his body moving on its own as he laid down once she had straddled his hips, one leg on either side as his eyes widened further. 
“You yourself are a challenge, Aegon. Simply by living and breathing.” (Y/N) whispered as her hand laid on his chest, the other cupping his cheeks in between her thumb and index finger in order for their eyes to meet. Fighting her disgust as Aegon’s eyes fluttered under her gaze, her hands trailed down under her skirts, gripping the hilt of the blade her- Ser Harwin had graciously gifted her on her 10th name day.
“What everyone in the realm believes is that you were to be in succession simply for being the King’s firstborn son.” She whispered as she slid the blade out of its casing, pressing the tip of the blade harshly against Aegon’s hardness as her eyes darkened. A wave of fear passed through Aegon’s violet eyes as he kept himself from thrashing at the small sting in between his legs as his body tensed. 
“Are you mad?!”
“Furious, actually.” (Y/N) scoffed, glare hardening at Aegon as her grip on his face tightened, his mouth forming into a pout as she squeezed his cheeks. “Who knows if the realm will continue to cheer your succession when they find your cock nailed to the steps of the Iron Throne. Would they still consider you the first born son then? I’m more than sure the whores of the Street of Silk would graciously confirm it to be yours shall you deny it.” (Y/N) said through gritted teeth as Aegon paled at her words. 
“Do any harm towards Aemond- Seven Hells if you so much as make a jest towards him again. I’ll gladly see to it this incident will be more a promise than a threat.” She whispered, flashing him an innocent smile as she crawled off his lap, leaving her uncle gasping for air as he put his hands over his lap, sheepishly nodding his head when she had raised an eyebrow in understanding. 
“Now.. get dressed. You look.. disgusting.”
"Why must you both defend each other so much?" Aegon huffed as (Y/N) swore she saw a glimpse of.. sadness? Longing in his eyes? It almost made her remorseful.
Almost.
But it was easily cast aside as she remembered all the snide comments, the torment towards her and her family, towards Aemond.
"You could never understand. While your heart grows cold with resentment, mine burns solely for him."
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What Once Was (Chapter Two)
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Pairing : Aemond Targaryen x Strong!Reader
Warnings : Targ!cest, future nsfw, mentions of violence & death, slow burn, reader insert but slight oc! Descriptions, Aegon being Aegon
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“Dohaeris, Vermax!” (Y/N) watched with envy as her younger brother eagerly approached his dragon, standing protectively behind the keeper as his dragon seemingly obeyed. With furrowed eyebrows, her hands clenched as she heard the screeches of the baby dragon, moving with vigor as it locked eyes with a goat that the other keepers had brought to feed the beast. 
“Can I say it?” Jacaerys whispered with glee, practically bouncing in his steps as his bonded dragon slowly crept towards the oblivious animal. (Y/N) sighed, her eyes refusing to tear away even when she felt a hand slip into her own, receiving a soft squeeze that only brought her eyes towards Aemond. He held a sympathetic look in his own eyes, knowing the clenching jealousy of not having a beast to claim as their own. 
Her eyes looked for any sign of pity in it, much like her mother and father’s had when they saw her egg turn to stone. She grew to hate the adverted stares and “reassuring” hands on her shoulders when she had seen both her younger brother’s and their dragons flourish while she remained without one. The clanging on chains ripped her attention back to Vermax, her brother standing closer as her hands held onto Aemond’s tighter. 
“Dracarys!” Jacaerys exclaimed happily, grimacing at the bright orange flames that left Vermax’s mouth as the goat’s screams seemed to cease until it became nothing. (Y/N) mouthed the words along with him, almost as if her own held any effect to the beast as it crept to eat on its corpse. 
“Fascinating, isn’t it? The roar of the flames, the stench of the beast!” Aegon taunted, clapping his hands on both Aemond and (Y/N)’s shoulders as Vermax was led away. Her younger brothers joined in the harmless taunting, circling the two as Aegon let them closer to the mouth of the dragonpit. “Wonderful creatures they are, you aren’t wrong about that, Uncle.” (Y/N) said through gritted teeth, looping her arm through Aemond’s as his hand found its way over to hers, lightly caressing his thumb over her knuckles as she clenched her fist along the sleeve of this tunic. 
“Aegon, it is not polite to taunt a lady.” Aemond scolded, holding his head high as the others snickered at his immediate defense to (Y/N). 
“On the contrary, I see no lady around here.” He said with a scoff, earning a glare from the girl as his grip on her shoulder tightened. “I only jest, dear niece. But all joking matters aside, it’s no secret that both of you are without dragons, am I correct?’ 
“I suppose.” Aemond grunted, tucking the other arm that (Y/N) hadn’t held behind his back as he avoided Aegon’s eyes with a stifled breath. He recalled all the endless teasing he had received from all the boys, taunting their beasts in front of his face. To other’s, he held himself well, brushing off their jesting with a scoff and retort of his own against their combined intelligence compared to his, but even (Y/N) knew from the pink ringlets around his eyes that he blamed on his allergies to the flowers in the gardens, that it was no longer harmless jesting to him.
“We have a surprise for you!”
“What is it?” 
“Something very special. Apologies, dear niece for not bestowing such a gift to you but you do know how it is among us Targaryen men.” Aegon chortled, wrapping his arms over his brother’s shoulders as she separated the two, pushing his younger brother closer towards the center as (Y/N) glared at the elder’s back. 
“You’re the only one of us without a dragon.”
“Indeed.”
“And we felt bad so we found one for you.”
Oh how she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he wasn’t lying. Her eyes glanced over to Lucerys, who excitedly ran into the darkness as Jace stood alongside Aemond, nodding along with every word that left Aegon’s lips. “How could you three have possibly found one, let alone tame it and drag it here?” She asked, with narrowed eyes, taking a step forward as Aegon turned his attention towards her instead. 
“Dear niece, there’s many things you don’t know that would surprise you.” Aegon hummed, circling around her as he held a hand onto her shoulder, leaning his lips towards the shell of her ear. “Like your parentage.. Or what other things you can do with your mouth than speak utter shit.” He hissed, backing away from her as her elbow swung back to hit him in the stomach. 
“Maybe that is why you are dragonless. The blood from your father runs.. Stronger than the other two.” Aegon smirked, his eyebrow twitching upwards tauntingly as he diverted his attention back to his brother, waving off the searing glare that was directed towards him as he stood back next to Aemond.  
“But alas, the god’s provide.” He said with an exasperated sigh, stretching his arms in front of him as (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows at the sound of oddly familiar snorts that only grew louder as Lucerys emerged from the darkness. 
“Behold! The pink dread!” All three cheered in unison as (Y/N) gasped, her hands shooting to over her mouth as her brothers hauled in a pig. It’s body decorated with faux wings and a leash in itself as Aemond remained stoic, glaring at the snorting animal. 
“Be sure to mount her carefully, the first ride is always rough.” Aegon mimicked a snarl by his brother’s ear, all three bursting into laughter as they clapped the younger brother on the back. “We were sure to pick the largest one for the both of you, maybe then you can take our sweet niece on a ride as you both so dreamed.” He sighed dreamily, resting a hand on his forehead dramatically.
(Y/N)’s eyes flickered towards Aemond, who’s head dropped lower as he clenched his fists behind his back. She faintly saw the glistening of his eyes as she marched forward, pushing both her brothers and Aegon aside as she put a reassuring hand on Aemond’s elbow. “How can you three be so cruel?” She hissed, glaring at all of them. “He will have a dragon, bigger and stronger than all of yours combined. Then we shall see who will be laughing then.” She scoffed as the others only burst into further laughter. 
“He has a better chance riding Balerion’s withering skull.” Aegon spat, finally making his exit from the dragonpit with (Y/N)’s younger brothers in tow, their giggles fading at the narrowed stare of their eldest sister, knowing they were soon to get an earful from her. 
Aemond pushed her hand off of his once the trio were out of earshot, rubbing furiously at his eyes as he turned his glare at her. The sudden movement caused the girl to step back in shock, her hands clenching in front of her as his breathing quickened. “I don’t need protecting! Especially from the likes of you.” He hissed, voice cracking as he clenched his hands at his sides, crescent moons digging into his skin as (Y/N)’s mouth opened in shock. 
“The likes of me? I beg your pardon but you are not the only one suffering from the loss of a dragon.” She spat back, gripping his elbow despite his struggle against her grip. “You don’t get to mouth off about your anguish when I feel the same envy and resentment as you.” 
Aemond stopped his seizing, his breathing shaky as he glared at the ground, his voice coming out almost as a whisper. “Without a dragon.. How-how am I meant to protect you?” 
“Protect me?” She mumbled, loosening her grip on his arm as she ducked her head to meet his glistening eyes. “Why would I need protection?”
“A lady needs protection and I.. I wish to be the one to grant it for you but- what kind of man would I be to you without a dragon?” He scoffed, his shoes kicking at the gravel under them as (Y/N)’s hands moved to cup his cheeks, forcing his gaze to hers as she released a breathy laugh. 
“Foolishness. You will have a dragon. The largest and the most powerful in the entire realm! I’m sure of it.” She reassured, caressing her thumbs against his cheekbones as a blush crept on her own cheeks. “Then nobody in the seven kingdoms would dare to lay a hand on me.. On us..” She whispered as she rested their foreheads together, Aemond’s breath hitching at their closeness as he rested his hands upon hers. 
“Do you swear it?”
“I swear on my heart. You shall have your dragon and I shall have my sworn protector.”
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What Once Was
A/N - This is a little snippet for an Aemond fic I’ve been planning on writing depending on the response I get from here. I hope you enjoy!
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“Ao gaomagon naejot jorrāelagon issa istin.” You used to love me once. She spoke in their mother tongue, her fingers fiddling with the very rings that used to bring warmth to her chest. The very metal almost seared her skin as Aemond’s glare snapped towards her back, her empty gaze staring out the window towards the empty skies.
“Times have changed. You know this very well.”
“And so have people, so it seems. You have been so overcome by this.. Overwhelming conviction! By duty, by obligation that shouldn’t be your burden to bear. By.. By this foolishness that has clouded your very ability to love.” (Y/N) spoke, fists clenching at her sides as she dared to meet the burning rage of his visible violet eye. Even in darkness, the radiance of his irises burned through her and sent chills down her spine as she faintly saw his hand clench along the hilt of his dagger that laid at his waist. A telling sign that he was growing infuriated with her outbursts.
This was no longer the Aemond that frolicked with her in the gardens alongside his sweet sister and her bugs. It was no longer the Aemond that listened to her stories with his head on her lap under the Godswood. No more the man that had promised her his love and devotion when they shed blood at the altar in front of gods new and old. 
“Do not speak of my ability to love as if you know any burden I carry. We are no longer the foolish children we were running around wishing that the gods would bless us with whatever we wished for.” He scoffed, for once tearing his eye away from her as he harshly pressed his clenched fists against the mahogany. A dull thud echoing around the stone walls as he slammed his knuckles against the wood, shoulders heaving as (Y/N)’s stare only burned deeper holes into his back. 
Not once did she flinch, no longer afraid to walk on eggshells around her betrothed. “Is that why you choose to run to Harenhall instead? To seek the comfort of Alys Rivers?”
“Do not speak her name!” He roared, eye wide and darting towards hers as his body moved on it’s own. The cold metal of the dagger pressed against the skin of her neck as violet met hers. (Y/N) craned her neck, not only to meet his gaze, but almost taunting the man as she leaned closer towards him, noses almost touching as she felt the skin break as the crimson slowly dripped down. 
“It seems my mother isn’t the only one to seek comfort in the arms of those.. Strong. Am I correct, Uncle?” She hissed, her gaze now stoic as she faintly saw the coldness of his eyes face, but only for a second. The corners of his lips dropped at her words, dagger almost faltering from his hands as he stumbled backwards, his eye flickering between the fresh cut on her skin to the unfamiliar impassiveness of her gaze as she kept her head held high. 
“Ao jorrāelatan issa istin. Ziry iksos sirissa pālegon naejot keligon issa jorrāelagon syt ao.” You loved me once. It is now my turn to stop my love for you.
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We need more ghost!aemond omg - it's my only source of seratonin at this point 😮‍💨🤝
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😩 Ask and you shall receive! Let me give them a small break from their heartbreak
happy ending ; 
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ghost!aemond that curses his unbeating heart that clenches the moment he sees the tears in your eyes after his bittersweet monologue. absolutely LOATHES how you try and reach to cup his face and your hand passes through his ghostly body as if he were a whisp of air but loathes even more how his eye fluttered shut and awaited for your soft, warm touch
"although my heart no longer beats, it breaks every moment i watch you go." he would mumble to himself as he watched you go, you who still vowed to return to him day after day
you never swayed. always coming back to him at the exact same time, both of you ignoring the evident truth of your situation but remained in blissful ignorance as you shared soft smiles and lingering glances.
ghost!aemond learned that even with his spectoral body, he still enjoyed teasing you. creeping up behind you and brushing his fingers along the nape of your neck when you were simply too invested in your books to realize his presense had moved.
he enjoyed the small gasp that left your lips as the cold wind caused you to shutter, hands flying to your exposed skin as you glared at him. "aemond!" you'd yell and look behind you to find no one, only to face forward again and nearly have your heart fly out of your chest when his cheeky little smile appears in front of you
"am i that frightening?"
"never!"
"tell that to the poor tales of visenya that you launched across the library."
"it was your fault!"
he could only imagine his sides hurting from his boistrous laughter but it was simply music to your ears
aemond, even in death, was a stickler for routine. always waiting for those heavy wooden doors at the 9th sun to open to see your face light up, how you would sit in the same chair and read whatever source of literature that filled the shelves- or what scriptures you found laying around the old castle, how you put more firewood into the pit to "keep his old bones warm" that earned you a chill that made your neck scrunch into itself and another fit of giggles following aemond's playful glare
but today- he felt the same soul clenching anxiety he had felt as he died. the empty room was almost suffocating as he stood in the darkness, hands tugging at his hair as he paced back and forth, listening for your footsteps from the other side of the door, practically clawed at it and screamed to be released so he could find you
were you hurt? did someone take you? had you- no, he didn't want to even bring that last thought into fruition.
three suns and four moons.
that was how long it took for you to return to aemond. your eyes avoiding his as you halted in front of the door, arms crossed in front of yourself. aemond swore he saw glistening tear tracts down your cheeks that worried him to the seven hells and back.
"what happened? did anyone hurt you? i swear on it i'll find them and give them the most horrible death."
"i'm to be bethrothed."
ghost!aemond learned that night that a heart can truly still break even when it had stopped beating
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Upon the Iron Throne
A smutty scene between Daemon and Rhaenyra in the throne room.
Warning: explicit sexual content
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Foolish
Modern AU Daemyra one-shot
Seventeen-year-old Rhaenyra pursues her Uncle Daemon at a New Year's Eve party
Warnings: Smut, underage
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I Hate You More-Aemond TargaryenxFemale Original Character--Chapter 8
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This is part of an ongoing series. Click here to read Chapter 7
Rating: Explicit (NSFW, 18+) 
TW: Blood play (not direct, just thoughts) Breath Play, Graphic Sexual Content, Aggressive Blowjob, Degradation, Breath Play, Aemond Targaryen 
Chapter 8
On Your Knees
Aemond laughed as he cut off her airway. “You were an ill-mannered whore from the moment I made your acquaintance, Lady Annara. I intend to fix it.” Annara’s face was going red as she reached up to grab his wrist. Aemond tightened his grip. “The more you fight me, the worse it will be for you.” Annara whimpered as he forced her down to her knees. “You want to be a whore so badly; I will treat you like one.”
He let go over her throat and she took a deep, unsteady breath. Aemond grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head and pulled, forcing her to crane her neck back. He fumbled with his pants, untying the laces as he bared his teeth at her. His cock was throbbing, as he freed it. He saw Annara’s eyes widen, and she licked her lips when she saw the precum leaking from the tip. “Open your mouth.” She looked up at him then and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. He gripped the base and tapped it against her waiting tongue. His grip on her hair went tighter as she licked around the head and closed her warm mouth around it and moaned.
Annara bobbed her head against him, swallowing him down. He reached down and ripped the bodice of her dress down, freeing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned around him, and he bit his lip hard in return. “Look at you. So filthy with my cock in your mouth.” He let go of her tits and used both hands to hold her hair back as he watched her take half his cock in her mouth. “You are a vile whore, with a dirty tongue.” He gritted his teeth, pumping into her and hitting the back of her throat. “Take all of me, whore.”
Tears filled her eyes as she gagged on his cock, and it just egged him on. Her hands came up and gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin. The pain mixed with the pleasure made the base of his spine tingle. He threw his own head back and moaned at the sensation as he fucked her mouth. He had imagined how good her mouth would feel since the first time their mouths connected, and he felt that pillowy softness of her lips against his. She was better than he imagined.
He grabbed her head in a strong grip as his hips stuttered and he shot his release into her mouth. He watched her, face covered in tears, with saliva dripping from her chin into a puddle on the floor. “Swallow whore.” The feeling of her throat swallowing around him made him shiver before ripping his cock from her mouth. He pulled her up by her hair and started kissing her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. His flavor burst across his tongue, and they moaned into each other’s mouth. Her hands were twisted into his shirt as she leaned into the kiss.
He pulled them away and put his cock back into his pants. He watched as she wiped the wetness from her face and chin and ran shaky fingers through her hair. He smirked at her as he tied the laces on his breeches. He reached out and tapped her on the cheek. “From now on, whenever your tongue begins to wag with insolence or treason, I will force you to your knees as punishment.”
Annara hummed. “That doesn’t sound like punishment, Prince.”
Aemond grabbed her face again, squeezing, and then took her bottom lip with his teeth. “You dirty slut. You like having your mouth full of your Prince’s come?” Annara smirked at him, her eyes half lidded. He stepped away from her. A thought formed in his mind, and he had to know the answer. “Do you still have your maidenhead?”
Annara laughed. “That’s rich coming from you, Prince. Right after you fucked my face?” She shook her head at him, holding his gaze. “For what it is worth, yes. I still have not had a man take me there. Although, I wish I had. Would that change your mind about marrying me?”
He thought about that for a second. Would that bother him? He considered that it wouldn’t, but she obviously had some experience. He wanted to know who. He would rip the cock from the man that had her mouth before him. She was studying him as he contemplated and then she shook her head again and walked towards the door.
“Can you show me to my lodgings, Prince or should I ask a servant.”
He looked at her and squeezed a fist. “I will show you.” He walked to where she was standing and reached around her, opening the door. “And for what it’s worth Lady Annara, no. I don’t think it would change my mind.”
Aemond spent his day in the training yard after spending the early morning with Annara. The aches in his muscles helped to drown out his thoughts. He was sparring with Ser Criston when his mother sent for him. Instead of going to his chambers to clean up, he tied his hair into a knot at the back of his head and went straight to see his mother, hoping to beat Lady Annara there.
The guard at the door led him inside and announced him. When he entered, his mother was sitting on a chair and Annara was sitting next to her in another. They both stood and looked at him as he entered, but his mother was the one that came to him first, wrapping her arms around his midsection in a warm hug. He returned the embrace as he looked over his head at Annara, who smiled at him. He didn’t return the smile.
“Come, Aemond. Sit. Lady Annara and I have been discussing wedding plans.��
Aemond hummed and followed his mother and sat on the couch across from them, holding Annara’s eyes as he moved across the room. Her nose scrunched up as she sat, and she put a finger under her nose. “You reek, Prince.”
Queen Alicent’s eyes widened and darted between them. Aemond gripped the armrest. He hummed. “What did we discuss about your impudence?”
Annara was smirking as she shrugged and leaned forward to grab her teacup. “Why don’t you remind me?”
He glanced over at his mother and then leaned towards Annara. She was still smirking. Was she trying to embarrass him in front of his mother?
The Queen cleared her throat. “Aemond. You didn’t think to clean yourself up before coming for tea? My goodness boy, you smell like a goat.”
Annara choked on her tea and then started laughing. Aemond felt his cheeks heat as embarrassment and wrath burned his blood. He looked at his mother, who was smirking at Annara. “I see the wench’s rudeness has rubbed off on you. Do not fucking mock me!” He yelled. “I came straight here when summoned.”
His mother sat her cup down and met his gaze. She reached over and patted his thigh. “Aemond, my dear, we are just teasing. It is all in good fun.”
Aemond was seething. He hated to be teased. He spent his childhood being bullied by everyone around him. But he was a man grown now and not one to toy with. However, he respected and loved his mother, and he would not lash out with her. He would save his frustrations for Annara. He slid his eye over to her then. A promise.
“So, Lady Annara has agreed to have the ceremony before the next moon. I will have invitations sent out to the entire realm.” His mother said.
He glanced between them. “No.”
“No?” Alicent asked. He looked from her to Annara, his eye piercing hers.
He stood up and paced in front of the seating area. “No. We will wed as soon as possible. I don’t fucking care which Lords and Ladies are there. Send for the High Septon.” He looked at his mother whose eyes were casted down at her lap and then back to Annara. He stalked over to her. She rolled her eyes at his approach and mumbled under her breath.
His mother stood then and walked to the door, summoning a servant. He leaned down to Annara’s ear as she took another sip from her cup. “You will pay for your behavior in front of my mother, Lady wife.”
Annara leaned away from him and looked over her shoulder. “I’m not your wife, Prince.”
He yanked a piece of her hair. “Not yet.”
She rubbed her scalp where he tugged on her hair. When their gazes connected, she was glaring at him. Good. Let her feel angry like him. She embarrassed him and he was planning to make her pay for it. He wanted to string her up and whip her, drag his knife down her spine and watch her blood slide down her back. He longed to hear her whimpers of pain he plowed into her and dug his fingers into her cuts or choked her and called her a whore.
Annara was watching him, and her head tilted. “What are you thinking about?” He didn’t reply as he turned his back to her and stomped towards the door. His mother turned and asked him where he was going. He didn’t reply to that, just told her that he would see her at dinner and kissed her on the head. He left the room, and walked down the corridor, the door slamming shut behind him.
It was done. He was to be married. The High Septon had agreed it would be in 7 days’ time and he had instructed his mother to make the arrangements. Aemond laid in his bed that night tossing and turning. The more he thought of the way that Annara and his mother laughed at him made him angry. He sat up and walked over to a table, grabbed a book and went to sit in front of the fire. He called for a servant to bring some wine and he sat there and drank the whole pitcher as the words started to blur. He needed to relieve himself, so he walked to the attached room with the chamber pot, his shoulder slamming on the threshold as he stumbled in. He leaned his body weight over the pot as he pissed. He closed his eyes, but all he could see was Annara. He was so fucking sick of her. Why had he chosen her and not her obedient sister? He clenched his fist and punched the bricks on the wall, splitting his knuckles. He splayed his hand out as it throbbed, looking at the broken skin. He squeezed his fist again and walked from the chamber and into the hall.
He was going to find her. Make her pay for embarrassing him. He was so tired of her vile fucking mouth. How was she supposed to become his wife if she insisted on being insufferable? No, he wanted to watch her eyes water as he squeezed her throat. He wanted to watch her fight against him as he tied her up. The castle was never quiet, but it was mostly silent as he stalked towards Annara’s chambers. He was careful to stick to the shadows, even in his drunken state. His feet carried him down the halls until he approached. As he rounded the corner, he saw the guards standing there. He would need to find a different way.
He turned down another hall and entered a door that led to the back access to her room. He crept slowly down the hall to the side door to her room. The memory of when she came to his room the night after he told her father he would marry her filled his mind. As he leaned into the doorway, careful to make sure the hinges didn’t creak, he watched her. Aemond wondered if she watched him that one night she appeared in his rooms. She was sitting on the floor in front of the fire, in nothing but a shift. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, and she was leaning back on her hands. Her hair was down her back, brushing against the floor as she breathed. If he didn’t know her, he may have thought she was beautiful. A goddess in her own right. But he knew better, and he knew that she was not a goddess. More like a demon bitch.
He pushed the door open softly and stepped into her chamber. His eye stayed on her as he pressed his back to the wall. As he went to take a step forward, she slid her hand up her leg, pushing up the hem of her shift. It exposed her legs to him, and he inhaled a sharp breath. His heartbeat was pulsing in his ears. He prayed she couldn’t hear it. Her movements kept him locked in place. She laid on the floor, her legs bent at the knee. He couldn’t see her hand moving between her legs, but her back arched on the floor as she began to breathe heavy. She lifted her shift further, exposing her breasts, putting her body on display for him. His cock was hard in his pants, and he started rubbing it as he watched her writhe on the floor.
Her breaths began to come faster, and he knew her climax was coming. He stepped out of the shadows right up to her. His footsteps were quiet, and he stood over her, watching her fingers move furiously over her clit. His cock was aching, but he knelt, and her eyes flew open, meeting his gaze. She shoved her shift down haphazardly and tried to get up, but Aemond grabbed her before she could move. He pressed his hand over her mouth as he held her wrists together against her stomach.
“Don’t say a fucking word. Don’t scream. Finish.”
Her brows pulled down and he removed his hand from her face slowly. His other hand released her arms, and she slid her hands between her legs again. “Do you enjoy watching, Prince?”
“Finish.”
Annara closed her eyes as she started to buck against her own hand.
Aemond stood and walked around her body and knelt again, watching as her fingers rubbed the nub at the apex of her seam. She pressed two fingers at her entrance and started pumping them inside with her other hand. She was writhing wantonly. Aemond leaned in closer. When she pulled her fingers from her cunt, he grabbed her wrist. Her eyes flew open, and she watched as he took the wet digits into his mouth and sucked them. He moaned as her flavor burst across his tongue. She tasted sweet and tangy, like honeyed peaches with her own muskiness added.
She pulled her fingers from his mouth when the let go of her wrist. She whimpered at him. He licked his lips. “Tell me what you need.”
She looked at him bemused. “What?”
He cleared his throat. “Tell me what you need.”
She flopped back, her head thumping on the floor. “You know what I need.”
“Say it, whore.”
She lifted her head at him and swallowed. “Make me come.”
He sat between her spread legs and held her thighs open, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. “Why do you deserve to come?”
Her hips bucked as he stared at her pussy. She moved her hands to cover herself, but he slapped them away. “Don’t hide from me. Answer.”
“I-I need it, Prince?”
Aemond hummed. He lifted his hand and slapped her pussy. She moaned. “Tell me what you were thinking while you were rubbing yourself.” She bit her lip, raising her hips towards him. He slapped her pussy again. This time harder. “Tell me.”
She whined again as her hips fell to the ground. “You. I was thinking about you.”
Aemond’s hand covered her pussy. He pulled back and slapped it. Annara closed her eyes. “Open your fucking eyes. What about me?”
“The way it felt to have your cock in my mouth.”
Slap. Slap. Slap. She moaned loud and her arousal was dripping down his palm. There was a puddle under her ass. “Do you think you deserve to come, Lady Annara?”
“Yes. Please.”
Aemond hummed and slapped it again. He removed his hand away from her. Her hands flew down to give her release, but he grabbed her wrists again. He held them above her head as he leaned over her body. “You will not come until you deserve to.”
He let go of her then and stood. His cock was harder than it had ever been. The arousal in his blood was so painful he almost cried out. He would not give Annara her release until she learned how to act.
“Are you fucking serious!” She yelled at his back. He squeezed his cock as he turned around to face her.
“Yes.”
She pushed her shift down and pushed herself to stand. “How fucking dare you?”
“How fucking dare I?” This is what he came here for. To fight. Not to be so turned on he would have rutted her right there on the floor. He stalked to her until they stood toe to toe. “You insulted me and mocked me, and you think you deserve a release?” He laughed mirthlessly then bared his teeth. “I don’t believe you are a maiden with the way you crave climax like a naughty little flea bottom bitch.” She was seething. Good. He patted her on the head like the bitch she was. She shoved his hand away. “Good night, whore. 7 days. I hope you can prove your worthiness in that time.” He shrugged. Otherwise, you’ll be a miserable woman for the rest of your days.
He turned his back to her, walking away, and she huffed a quiet laugh. “Sure, Aemond. I’ll just take care of it myself when you’re not around.”
He turned to face her one last time before leaving and said, “Do it. If I find out, I’ll remove a finger each time. I’ll do it until you have none left or until you learn your lesson.” As he entered the darkened hall, he swore he heard her dare him under her breath.
Chapter 9
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I Hate You More-Aemond TargaryenxFemale Original Character--Chapter 4
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Rating: Explicit (NSFW 18+) 
TW: SPOILERS FOR S1 EP10, also things heat up 
Chapter 4
Kinslayer
Vhagar was waiting as if the beast knew Aemond was coming. He spoke to Vhagar in High Valyrian and was climbing onto their back when Annara appeared.
“Now. I want to ride now.”
He didn’t even look at her when he replied, “No.” The rain was hammering down now, his hair sticking to his brow neck and Aemond was anxious to get in the skies before his nephew. He slid his eye over Annara, looking at him with ferocity, the rain adding to her vicious glare and making her dress stick to her skin. Vhagar started flapping their wings and lifting, and Aemond kept his gaze on Annara. She was unmoving and firmly planted where she stood when Vhagar’s large body became airborne and Aemond disappeared into the clouds.
The rain was coming down hard and stinging as Aemond flew over the clouds. He spotted his nephew on his much smaller dragon a little ahead and below. He spoke High Valyrian to Vhagar and told them to move faster. It flew over Arrax as it tried to steady itself in the storm, the thunder roaring all around. Once ahead, Aemond steered his dragon around and they flew headfirst towards Arrax and Lucerys. Aemond felt the laughter bubble up in his chest and let it free. He had the upper hand and he planned to frighten his nephew so he could return to Dragonstone and let them know that they don’t stand a chance.
Aemond and Vhagar disappeared again, using the clouds as cover. He felt satisfied and fulfilled as Vhagar appeared through the clouds again, giant maw snapping at Arrax and Lucerys. The smaller dragon dove then, and Aemond leaned back as Vhagar did the same, chasing. Vhagar chased Arrax and Lucerys through the storm, weaving and diving through the clouds. Aemond could hear nothing but his laughter as it floated on the strong winds around them. He basked in the chase; in having the upper hand; in the fear that he knew was running through Lucerys; the feeling of free falling as he rode through the storm on the largest and most terrifying dragon alive.
Lucerys took Arrax in between two peaks, in a space where Vhagar’s large body couldn’t follow. Aemond pulled back on the handles and Vhagar flew up above the mountains, still laughing as Lucerys and Arrax disappeared into the clouds below.
Aemond called to the skies in High Valyrian. “You owe a debt!” He looked around below them. “Boy!” Arrax appeared then, an inferno leading them into Aemond’s sight. The smaller dragon burned Vhagar and the larger beast whipped its head. Aemond tried to control his dragon. “No. No Vhagar! Serve me!” Vhagar thrashed and whipped in the sky and began flying in another direction as he tried to control his dragon. They flew up, higher and higher, erratically as Aemond tried to soothe her. His nephew's dragon was young, and it was likely the fear of being chased that made it attack Vhagar but Vhagar was a war machine. Aemond tried to steer it back to Storm’s End.
The rain and thunder suddenly stopped as Aemond broke through the clouds on Vhagar and it slammed its jaws around the smaller dragon. Bits of blood and bone flew from the sides of its mouth, wings and other parts began raining down beneath them. Aemond was in shock as his stomach dropped and the realization of what had just occurred slammed into him. His heart was hammering, blood draining. He blinked at the emptiness below as Vhagar flew back towards the storm.
Kinslayer.
Kinslayer.
Kinslayer.
The words bounced around in Aemond’s head. He couldn’t control his dragon. He was a Targaryen that couldn’t control his dragon. Aemond’ father’s voice rang inside his head then. “The idea that we control dragons is an illusion .”
Kinslayer.
Aemond needed to get back to Storm’s End and send a raven, letting his brother, mother and grandsire know what happened. He didn’t mean to kill his nephew. He just couldn’t control his dragon. Aemond leaned over Vhagar and emptied his stomach, the bile burning the back of his throat.
Vhagar landed back at Storm’s End and Aemond dismounted, feeling hollow and empty but as heavy as the winds circling him. The rain was a drizzle now, but Aemond didn’t feel it as his feet pushed him towards the doors of Storm’s End. Annara was still there, in the courtyard, her dark hair damp and flying wildly around her in the wind. He stopped a few steps away from her and their eyes locked. If Aemond could feel anything he would notice the disgusted curl of her lip or the judgmental look of her golden-brown eyes.
“Prince Aemond One-Eye. Now you will be known as the kinslayer. I guess it's just another title you can add to the list.”
He didn’t say anything as he stalked closer to her. He didn’t feel anything besides the emptiness in his soul. The word rang again in his mind. This time, in Annara’s voice. Kinslayer . He stepped closer and closer, and for each step he took towards her, she took back. As they got closer to the wall of the fortress, he watched that judgmental look disappears for a moment as disdain and anger flashed in her eyes. He continued, pushing and pushing and then pulled his dagger from his hip, slamming her against the wall and pushing the sharp tip of the blade beneath her chin. He forced himself to smirk at her then. He watched her eyes and noticed every movement in her body, searching for fear. There was none. What looked back at him made his throat burn and his emotions curdle like spoiled milk in his stomach. He showed her nothing but a smile, digging the blade deeper into her chin as a drop of blood pooled and then slid down the metal. His eyes left hers and watched the blood as it dripped down onto his hand. He raised his other hand and touched some of her limp damp hair, moving it between his fingers.
“What did I tell you before about your tongue, Lady Annara?”
He took his eyes from the blade and brought his gaze back to hers. She didn’t respond but she was breathing heavy, her eyes searching his. She licked her lips and opened her mouth, but nothing came out. “What did I say?” He yelled and slammed his fist into the wall next to her head. This time she flinched slightly, but her disgusted gaze never left his. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back hard, exposing her neck to him. Another drop of blood was sliding down her neck and Aemond leaned forward, pressing his pelvis into her stomach. A shiver shook her body as he licked the trail from her blood, dragging it slowly up her neck to her ear then whispered, “the last time you found yourself in this situation, I promised to remove your tongue if you ever used treasonous words again.”
The coppery taste of Annara’s blood in Aemond’s mouth and the smell of her so close distracted him long enough that she was able to reach down and pull her own blade out, putting it under his chin. He felt his smirk turn into a smile and pushed down on the blade harder so his own blood would drip onto her hands. Her gaze traveled down the blade, mirroring his from the moment before. He longed for her to taste his, the way he tasted hers.
Her words came out a breathless whisper. “Cut my tongue, Kinslayer, and my father will have your head before you can flitter away on that fucking beast of yours.”
His laughter was quiet, cold, and fearsome. A promise of violence. He removed his hand from her hair and took off his eye patch and slid it into his pocket. When he pulled his hand free, he grabbed her neck, his palm pressing into her throat and fingers splayed across her jaw. He squeezed hard, making her lips purse and face twist. She dug the dagger deeper into his chin. The physical pain was a welcome relief against the tempest building inside of him. “That fucking beast of mine would burn your world to the ground.”
They were locked in a battle of wills and ego, neither wanting to put their weapon away or back down. The wind picked up around them again, making her hair tickle his hand as it blew around in the breeze that carried the sounds leaking from the Hall. The words repeated in his head again- kinslayer. He leaned forward, close enough now where he could taste her breath. Without another thought or single word, he was kissing her.
The kiss was rough and forceful, but her warm mouth opened up beneath his and he groaned into hers. Annara dropped her dagger, and it clattered as it hit the ground. He felt her arms come around his neck and she grabbed a fistful of his hair from underneath, pulling him closer. He savored the taste of her, the warm wetness of her tongue, and despite the aggressiveness of the kiss it was thorough and deep. He sheathed his own dagger and grabbed her by the thighs, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around his thighs. He pressed his straining cock against her hard and slid one hand down to squeeze her ass through the wet trousers. His other one went up to wrap around her throat. She was breathless and began to pull away, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t let her pull away fully, instead he slanted his mouth firmly over hers, the taste of his own blood on both their tongues. He felt her finally melt into the kiss completely and he hummed into his mouth as he pulled away, letting go of her completely, making her stumble on the ground. He took a step back, adjusting himself, looking her up and down.
Annara straightened herself and reached down to pick up her dagger, but Aemond stepped on her hand as she wrapped it around the hilt. He felt the resistance of the bones in her hand resist. One hard stomp and he could hurt her. “I don’t think so. I think I’ll keep this as a trade for not removing that traitorous tongue of yours.” Her eyes were full of that fire again and her lips were plump and stained red from their kiss. She tried wiggling her hand from beneath his boot, but Aemond reached down and wrenched the dagger from her fingers. He didn’t wait to see her pick herself up from the ground before turning his back and walking away. He needed to send a raven to King’s Landing.
Chapter 5
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--Ch. 4 posted--
Forbidden Fruit
Modern AU
The nature of Rhaenyra Targaryen and her Uncle Daemon’s relationship becomes increasingly intoxicating and tumultuous over the course of Rhaenyra's four years at Red Keep High. Their attraction to one another is taboo, but what is more enticing than something so sweet and forbidden?
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