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Hello! May I request for an Aemond x female reader where the reader grew up with him and his siblings. As a child, she was always cheerful and followed him around, which he took for granted once she started giving more attention to anyone other than him. He starts becoming possessive and unhinged, but it turns out she's been wanting this all along.

I'm sorry if it's too specific 😭 I've been having this dark Aemond x secretly dark reader brainrot for so long. Of course, you don't have to write this if you don't want to. I'll always love the way you write him ¡u¡

A/n: reader is fem as requested and tw:for Yandere tendencies and a beaten and bloodied stable boy.

You were merely a babe when your family was swiftly moved into the Red Keep, particularly in due to your parents positions within the small council and Queen’s council respectively. As time consuming as their jobs were, your parents attempted to make time for you whenever they could, even if it was on a limited time crunch. However this was an short lived attempt as it seemed that Westeros had frequent issues regarding economics, rebellions and quarrelling houses almost on a daily basis. Soon afterwards you were sent away to play with the only other children within the Keep; Aegon, Aemond and Helaena Targaryen.

No matter how seemingly well you gotten along with the likes of Aegon and Heleana. It was Aemond that you grew attached to the most out of all the siblings. No matter where the young prince went, you were not far behind, acting as his obsessive shadow despite bearing a smile so blinding it hide a hideous truth that you parents refused to disclose. For they fear that should would get out, it would hinder future suitors from asking for your hand, taking you out of their greying hair for good. They forced themselves to bypass your -to put it lightly- clingy tendencies as an innocent act such as puppy love to save themselves from ridicule should things turn for the worst. They didn’t understand what went wrong? Your parents had been so certain of themselves that they raised you to the best way possible. So it only proved to dishearten them when they noticed the inklings of darkness festering within your heart. So they casted a blind eye to your habits.

Aegon would aways tease his brother whenever he couldn’t seem to find you lurking nearby, yet whenever you were in the picture he found it hard to process any venomous words to throw at you; It didn’t help that whilst your whole demeanour glimmered like gentle starlight, screaming innocent all over. What unnerved Aegon the most was the fact that he always felt as though something about you was off, unsettling almost but he daren’t become the boy who cries wolf. After Rhaenyra, you were the realms second delight but most called you butterfly, in due to the reception your outward presentation received from the small folk. Which made it difficult for anyone to accuse you of partaking in violent acts. “Where’s your shadow dear brother, have you lost it?” Aegon taunts, ruffling his brothers head.

Aemond scoffed, shoving his brother’s hand away from his hair, “it is not within my jurisdiction to know the whereabouts of my ‘shadow.’ Y/n is probably in the gardens with Heleana. She’ll come back to my side soon enough. Got the nose of a bloodhound she does.” The young prince responded, casting his gaze out of the window and onto the garden below, where you were joined by Heleana and his mother as you all engaged in conversation. It felt odd to Aemond in seeing you elsewhere other then his side. After all that’s where you have been and where he assumed you’d always stay no matter what like an obedient pup. Whilst it was suffocating for the prince at first, he soon became reliant on the ideals that you only needed him to rely on. That he was the only one who could provide you with everything life had to offer on a silver platter; It made the young lad feel more wanted and more loved then he ever had in his entire life.

So why was it that once you both grown into beautiful adults, that you seemed to have grown bored of Aemond and instead choosing to spend your time with the likes of a servant boy? It just didn’t add up. Sure he might’ve pushed you away in a fit of anger after the loss of his eye but you should’ve known better then to believe the words that left his mouth that night. He was high off of the milk of the poppy and his words were, slurred, misconstrued and void of any and all sense of logic. However you became upset and have left Aemond alone ever since. Once more Aegon would tease him about this, claiming that Aemond could ‘never keep hold of an eye, never less his shadow.’ This caused a fight to break out between the brothers before they were brought to a standstill by some nearby guards and an infuriated and embarrassed Alicent. Who scolded the pair and sent them off elsewhere and away from each other.

Aemond, in need of some form stress relief and a distraction, descended to the gardens and sat himself down on the bench before closing his eye, breathing slowly, he allowed the silent serenity to sooth the hurt he felt within his heart at how blissfully unaware you were to the torture you were condemning him to. Seemingly uncaring if your avoidance was causing him more harm then good whilst within the company of another. As children Aemond, being quite wise for his age, assumed that you and him were meant to be betrothed sooner or later. After the events at Driftmark however, Aemond’s assumption remained as that. The princes peace wasn’t as long lasting as he wished it to be, for his ears perked up the sound of your laughter that was then followed shortly by that of a man’s. Arm in arm, bodies pressed tightly together, you and the boy you’ve seemingly casted Aemond aside for trudged into the gardens; Footfalls halting when he knew you spotted his lean and tall frame occupy the only bench in the garden, leaving only enough room for one person.

Sensing that his presence was unneeded, Aemond stood from the bench before gesturing it to you and the suddenly nervous lad beside you. “Don’t fret about me overstaying my welcome,” he began, eyeing the lad who was near enough on the verge of pissing himself in public before looking over to you as you stared back at him blankly, “I was just about to leave anyways; The floral pungent of flowers was starting to suffocate me.” He adds more so towards you then the boy, shoulder checking him rather harshly as he walked past your both and back to the keep. “What’s his deal?” Adonis asked but his question fell on deaf ears as you were smirking directly at Aemond’s back as he fades from sight. It was working, your pawn had gotten under your princes skin and was infesting his mind with the most heinous of thoughts, urging him to snap violently and you couldn’t wait for that day to come any faster.

For the boy toy you had been playing with had became stale and dull in terms of entertainment. Just a regular stable boy who happened to catch you crying the night after Aemond casted you away as though you were nothing. In order of making him repent for his actions you soon ‘befriended’ the stable boy, having strictly demanded that he were to remain at your side for however long you saw fit. During this brief stint you would always engage Aemond’s reaction at every little thing you did; Whether that be by constant touching of the hand, face and arm or your over expressiveness at anything and everything the stable boy did. So seeing Aemond conflicted with his innermost wants and desires gave you satisfaction before dwindling away to impatience. “Oh Aemond’s aways been the brooding type, don’t mind him.” You said, flashing a fake smile before leading Adonis to the beach, sitting exactly where Aemond sat and basking in the lingering warmth of his body that imbued itself into the bench. Not listening to a word the boy beside you said as you wished that you were here with Aemond instead, only to push that thought away when you were forced to engage in conversation pertaining to things you found of no interest in.

It wasn’t until late at night that your prayers seemed to have been answered when you heard a sequences of knocks on your chamber doors. You smiled expectedly as you took your time in the mirror, making sure you looked presentable before wandering over to the door, opening it just enough to see the ominous glint of Aemond’s sapphire eye. However once drawing the door fully open, a bloodied body crashed at your feet; upon closer inspecting you deduced that through the mauled mess that was once a face, it was indeed Adonis, the stable boy. Unfortunately for you and Aemond, he was still clinging onto a thread of life. “You broke my toy.” You say childishly, pouting as you kicked Adonis in the ribs, causing him to groan. “I wouldn’t of broken it have you not been prioritising it’s existence over mine as of recent.” Aemond responded bitterly as he made himself welcome to your chambers, closing the door and locking it behind him whilst doing so.

You almost felt like wanting to squeal in delight but recomposed yourself as you stood behind his seated form like you use to as a child, sliding your hands across his broad shoulders, bringing your arms to cross over his chest as your front cushioned his back before resting your head on his shoulder. “If you were unhappy with recent events then you should’ve acted on your impulses a lot sooner in prevention of escalation.” You mused, running your fingertips across the small section of exposed skin, relinquishing in the hitch of Aemond’s breath. “This was all apart of your plan, wasn’t it? To make me beyond jealous as to claim you as my own.” Aemond concluded as the pieces finally came together in his mind. He couldn’t help but smirk at your deviousness to risk the well-being of others to get what you wanted and what you wanted was him. He never felt more desired then he did as you practically smothered yourself against him but it obvious for either of you that it wasn’t close enough for your liking.

“You finally noticed, after all this time,” you said, pressing kisses up the side of his neck, lightly biting and licking hickies into his skin to stake your claim on him, “I’m so happy.” You whispered into his neck with a wide smile gracing your lips. Aemond rested his head back against the chair, stretching as much of his neck as he could for you to possessively mark. Finally having the honour of feeling your lips, your teeth graze his skin more deliciously then he ever thought possible. “Don’t ever do that again, I couldn’t take seeing you with another’s hands all over you when it should be me and me alone to have the honour of doing so.” Aemond said, reaching a hand up to caress your hair, letting it linger there for a little while before trailing down to hold your hands closer to his chest. You detached yourself from his bruising neck, “why would I ever want to repeat this when I’ve already got the man my heart desires right before me. You’re all I ever wanted Aemond and I wouldn’t wish for anyone to take you from me. You belong to me, now and forever.” You uttered possessively, nipping at his lobe playfully.

The mere though of some wench stealing Aemond from you had you seeing red, you tightened your grip on him, causing him to smile pointedly at them, finding it reassuring that you were just as selfish with him as he was with you. He reached a hand to gently grip your jaw, drawing you in close enough that your lips were just barely brushing when your moment was ruined by the groaning of Adonis. You both pulled away from one another to look at the mess of a boy on your floor. “What does my princess wish to do with this,” Aemond paused briefly to find more befitting words, “nuisance.” You smiled innocently, pecking his lips, resting your head on his, “whatever punishment my prince see fits for almost stealing me away from your loving arms.”

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in-love-with-writing-whump · 3 months

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TW: Implied Abuse, Strong Language

Caretaker couldn’t find Whumpee anywhere. They'd been searching the seedy part of the city— this is where they lived?— all night after they had stormed out after an argument, and still nothing. Caretaker didn't like this place, all grimy and full of faces that smiled with too many fangs to be human. The bars clamored with the worst type of clientele, and though their coat did little to protect from the cold, and the warmth enticed them, they ignored it.

They heard some murmuring from a small crowd, and their stomach turned to lead. They pawed their way through the crowd, glaring up at the jostling gossipers. They parted through the sea of people, finally able to see.

Whumpee laid there, still dressed in the less-than-winter-appropriate outfit from earlier, blood matted into their hair, skin all scraped up and bruised. One of their eyes appeared swollen shut, blood dripping from their split lip as they trembled in their unconscious state.

Caretaker shoved the people around them back. "Get the fuck out of here! Don't you have places to be?!"

The crowd grumbled but dispersed upon seeing Caretaker's gun. They crouched before Whumpee, cautious not to touch them. They didn’t want to scare them, instead letting Whumpee see their hands.

"Whumpee?"

They let out what sounded like a whimper, eyelids fluttering but never fully opening. Caretaker had a million questions, but sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose. They already knew have the answers, and besides, they weren't going to get much out of them like this anyway.

Caretaker stood up, shrugging off their coat, thankful for the thick top they had on underneath. They laid it over Whumpee, holding back a cry at how small they looked like that. They weren't supposed to be small.

"Whumpee, I'm going to pick you up now. I'm going to bring you home, alright?"

Their face scrunched up, voice too hoarse. "Whumper... No, please..."

Caretaker knelt back down, eyes burning as Whumpee's arm flailed, not hitting anything, just revealing more bruises and cigarette burns.

"I'm here now, Whumpee. Whumper won't hurt you while I'm here. I'm right here."

They gingerly scooped Whumpee up into their arms, wincing at how hollow they felt, like a strong breeze would blow them away. Whumpee's face nestled into Caretaker's shoulder, and as Caretaker carried them back home— their real home— they let that act as the smallest insurance that they might be okay.

#whump prompt #whumpee #tw: trauma #caretaker #tw: angst #whumper #tw: crying #tw: guilt #tw: abuse #tw: blood #tw: bruises #tw: injury #tw: hypothermia #tw: missing #tw: strong language #tw: violence #tw: self destruction #definitely not based on a new ship I love #nope definitely not

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