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In reference to a previous poll where we got a near tie between two options, what should her 'fae' lineage be?
VALYRIAN LAWS HEADCANON
You are not permitted to claim a dragon until you are six and ten name days. This is done so that a literal fire-breathing weapon is NOT in the hands of a temperamental child during a tantrum.
Heirs are chosen through a selection process, depending on the families. Once chosen, the heir is given their familial sword and the duties will be slowly transferred to the heir.
Potential heirs are eligible for the selection process once they are ten name days. They can decide to step down for position or continue forward once they are six and ten.
An heir is chosen once all eligible heirs are certified adults.
If two potential heirs are chosen, they may both rule once certain needs are met: Either they wed or if they don't, they must both come to agreement before any decisions are made. If they wed outside of the family or one of their other siblings, their spouses must not have any say in political decisions.
Dragon eggs are kept with their mothers, and are only eligible for selection once they hatch and reaching are certain size. Depending on their speed of growth, this could be within a few decades.
All unclaimed or wild dragons will be raised in the Dragon Reservoir. Due to Valyrian law limiting the number of dragons depending on where in the hierarchy you stand, a dragon will be returned to the Reservoir if no one claims it in a certain period of time after the prior rider passed and the funeral rites were followed through.
FOLLOW UP QUESTION TO PAIRING
Aemond Targaryen - Love of My Life
Warnings: Aegon obviously, slight mention of alcohol, allusions to sexual harassment and violence, allusions to nightmare and self inflicted wounds OTHERWISE FLUFF FLUFF AND FLUFF
Words: 2.0k
SHE/HER PRONOUNS // 3rd PERSON VIEW
Summary: Aemond Targaryen didn’t seem like the loveliest person in Westeros but with Y/N, he would do anything to keep his betrothed happy and safe. He was the happiest with her, before and after marrying her.
**Valyrian translation after the imagine, below the --- line. Hope you enjoy and let me know your thoughts.**
Aemond Targaryen wasn’t kind to everyone. Especially to the ones who crossed him or even annoyed him.
Aemond Targaryen was only kind to a few people, including Y/N. She meant everything to the silver haired prince.
They both had met each other as children, as they both grew up in King’s Landing. Aemond had seen her for the first time reading a book in the castle’s library. As a child, it was Aemond’s peaceful place and it quickly became theirs. They would often meet after dinner, spend the night reading and talking about plenty of things. He was himself when he was with her. He loved the way she liked him as a person, not as a prince or as an arse. He loved the way she would tell him about everything, only because she trusted him. She would come to him if something was wrong and even as children, they would never lie to each other.
Many years of harmony passed until Aemond lost his eye. He became more distant even though Y/N wanted to be there for him. He wouldn’t let anyone in, at least he tried to let her in, but it was terrifying for him. Her seeing him so destroyed, tainted, as a monster. Yet Y/N did not see him as all those things, she came to his bedroom every so often, talk like they were children again and he would lose himself in her. He would become a child again, a happy one, a kind one. He would get drunk on the sound of her laughter, and he knew that he only wanted her in his life.
Two years after his eye was gone, his mother started to propose women to him, to get him to choose one of them. To make them his betrothed, but he only wanted her. He only wanted Y/N.
“Mother, I will not marry any of those girls.” He dropped on the Queen.
“And why is that, Aemond?” Because I only want Y/N, mother. I want her to be my wife. He urged to say it. He had to. And he did.
“I want to marry lady Y/N.”
His mother looked at him. He looked back at her, all seriousness in his eye. She nodded and walked away. The day after, his mother told him what he could marry her.
He was the happiest man in all Westeros.
The minute she had stepped into his room for their daily encounter, he ran to her and pulled her into his arms.
He spun her around in the air and she giggled loudly. His hands were spalled on her waist and hers tangled in his long hair.
He finally set her down on the ground, the height difference making its way back.
“What have you eaten to make you this happy, my dear Aemond? Have you had a new saddle for Vaghar or something?” She walked deeper into his room to sit on the velvet seat, her beautiful dress promoting her beautiful body.
“I have wonderful news. But I need you to hear me first, no talking.” She nodded as he approached her, kneeling before her.
She looked at him with big innocent eyes.
“We have known each other since we were children, and I have loved every single moment with you, my lady. Tis the day where I am asking you, with my family blessing, to marry me. I have loved you since I saw you in the library. When this,” he said, touching his patched eye, “happened, I closed myself to everyone but you did not let me shut you out. You stayed and I realised then that all I wanted, in my whole existence, was you. I only want you; you are the only one for me. I love you, and I’ll never stop. I swear on the gods. I love you. Would you do me the honor of becoming mine forever?” He exhaled softly; his hands went to grab a small box from his lapel.
He opened the small box before the woman he loved. Her gaze shifted from his face to the beautiful ring, impaled with a blue sapphire decorating it.
“Aemond… I-I…” She was speechless. The expression on her face was unreadable.
He tried to pull away, thinking he made a fool of himself but she pulled his face to meet hers halfway. Their lips joined into sweet harmony and he pulled himself even more into her. His hands roamed on her body, finding their way to the low of her back, her legs spreading to let Aemond get closer.
She pulled away from his lips, her hands on his strong face.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Aemond. I’d marry you today, I’d have married you if we were children and I’d marry you again any day. I love you, Aemond Targaryen, I always have and I always will.”
His eye was glassy, a huge grin on his face appeared. He pulled one of his hands away, removing the ring from its box and placing around her ring finger. It was perfect.
She smiled so brightly, Aemond kissed her again. He was in heaven and he will always be if he’s with her.
Their wedding happened only weeks after the proposal and Aemond was the happiest with her. She was his and it was everything he ever dreamed of.
One night, a couple of years after their union, she was known as the untouchable wife. Yet someone in his family did not respect the “untouchable” aspect.
She was at a celebration, as were all of Aemond’s family. Music was filling up the room, the banquet was filled with too many people to count. But she could feel the presence of her dear husband behind her. They were both sitting at the main table, he grabbed her hand that landed on her thigh and kissed it, intertwining his fingers as well.
He pulled away, standing up, telling her he’ll be right back. Before he could pull back, she told him that she will go up directly to their room, it was late and she was tired. He nodded, offered her a sweet smile, and kissed her forehead sweetly.
As she made her way up, she was met with Aegon, his brother. Aegon was known for his sense, or his lack of sense, for the word “no”.
“Hello, wife. How dare you look so fine this evening!” He reeked of wine and many other beverages.
“Aegon, I am not your wife. Please go back to the venue, I’m sure there’s more women interested in you.” I desperately wanted him to go away.
“Mhm, must you have mistaken me, lady Y/N, yet I don’t like that attitude of yours.” He suddenly gripped her wrist tightly, and she tried to get out of his reach.
“Let go Aegon. Let. Me. Go. Now.” She ordered yet he pulled her flush to his chest and she hated every second of it. He breathed her in, and she pulled even harder to get out of his reach. He gripped her waist and before she knew it, she was pinned to a wall with both of her hands pressed behind her back, hitting the brick wall.
As he pressed himself even closer to her, she punched him between his legs and slapped him down on the ground before running away to her chambers.
Time passed before Aemond returned to their room. Y/N was asleep when he came into the room. Her peaceful form decorating the bed, her hair draping the pillow. He reached to her side, sitting besides her. He placed a sweet kiss on her forehead before reaching his side of the bed.
They were both sleeping in no time before Y/N was stirring up in her sleep. Aemond, like the light sleeper that he is, woke up in a second. She was whimpering in her sleep, her head snapping from sides to sides. She was clawing at her wrist, which Aemond tried to get her to stop.
“Jorrāelagon, wake up. Come on”, he clasped lightly at the hand that was clawing the other. “Y/N, wake up, come on, wake up.” He shook her slightly, sitting up in the bed.
She woke up and jolted up with small cry, she tried to pull away from him, as if he had hurt her.
“It’s alright, issa jorrāelagon, you’re alright. You're safe.” She realised that it wasn’t Aegon. It was only him. Only Aemond, the boy who she had loved for so long.
She melted into sobs when he pulled her in his arms, her legs pulled over his, one arm around her waist and the other one cradling her head. Her head and heavy sobs laid on his chest, his face resting by her head.
“Did you have a nightmare, dōna mirre?” She nodded weakly. Her sobs resuming. He praised her with sweet word in her ear, he cradled her in his arms, assuring her that she was safe.
Her sobs calmed down and she found peace in his heartbeat.
He looked down at the sight of her wife, he saddens at her gaze, his heart breaking because something is troubling her.
The hand that was cradling her head softly pulled at the wrist she was hurting in her sleep. He saw, even in the dim darkness, that there were marks, not of her nails, but of a tight embrace.
“Who did this to you, my love? When did this happen?” He questioned her softly, not wanting to startle her.
“I don’t want you to be mad.” She responded lightly.
He pulled her chin, making her look up at him.
“Love, I won’t be mad, I promise. I just want to know the truth.” He brushed her hair out of her face.
“It was Aegon. He was drunk, like always, but I was walking up to go to our room and he called me his wife, and he pulled my wrist,” She sniffled, Aemond felt her breath accelerate.
“Breathe my love, take your time.” He purred. Aemond was boiling on the inside but he could never be harsh on her.
“He pushed me to the wall, started to press himself against me, and I punched him away. I ran as fast as I could. I thought he was going to run after me, Aemond, I was so scared.” She truthfully told Aemond, her tears seeping his night shirt.
“Oh, dōna mirre, I’m sorry he’s done this to you. I’ll handle him in the morning, and I promise you he won’t ever touch you again, nobody will.” He caressed her hair, calming her down. He kissed the palm of her hand, trailing kisses down to her inflamed wrist. She calmed down, leaning into his touch.
Aemond pulled her down with him, to lay together in the bed.
“Everything is going to be just fine, darling. Rest in my arms, you’re safe.”
She turned to be faced with his chest. She looked up to his figure, some strands of glittery hair falling on his face.
“I love you, valzȳrys. Thank you for always being here for me.”
“No need to thank me, that’s what I’m here for. I love you." He whispered in her ear, pulling her against him, kissing her forehead and the rest of her face sweetly. She fell asleep in his arms, as she always did.
He’d deal with Aegon in the morning, and everything will be alright.
She’ll be alright. She was with Aemond after all.
“Ao sagon se jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson.” He pressed one last kiss on the ring that laid upon his wife’s finger and went into a peaceful sleep.
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I hope you like this imagine, I had a pleasure writing this. Here are the traduction in english for the Valyrian words.
Jorrāelagon: Love
issa jorrāelagon: my love
dōna mirre: sweet thing
valzȳrys: husband
Ao sagon se jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson: You are the love of my life
So, you remember that fic that I was looking a few days ago? I FUCKING FOUND IT, here it is for anyone who would like to give it a try.
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗢𝗙 𝗪𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗦
༻Scarlet Witch!reader x House of The Dragons༺
✔︎synopsis:
During a fight in one of their mission, you were sent to another universe, a reality, that was completely different from yours.
You don't know anything about the world or the person who sent you there but all you knew was that you needed to get back to your world to save your friends who might be in danger.
But you can't exactly do that when you have no idea how to get back and there wasn't any book or anyone that could help you.
And perhaps, it was also because you got attached to the mysterious world you land in, no matter how hard you tried, you can't seem to leave.
pronouns used: she / her
pov - 2nd pov ( you / your )
✓disclaimer:
This is merely an idea I got from a Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic I read here on tumblr. I do not own any of the House of The Dragons characters, credits to HBO.
I don't own the Scarlet Witch and her storyline, huge credits to Marvel and Stan Lee for that.
But the storyline and plot of this story along with the characters that I made up are mine.
This fanfic won't follow the plot of the series because I made my plot. But, I will be putting references from events in the episodes to some chapters. I made it kind of like an au where there is no war, Viserys is still alive and he’s the king and the family is okay-ish. Also I don’t write smuts so if you don’t like stories without smut then get the hell out of here.
English is NOT my first language, please remember that. And with that, grammar and spelling errors are often seen in chapters, I do apologise for that. I use grammarly to help me with my grammar.
✓warnings/tags:
major character death, mention of blood, wounds, gore and violence, crossover, reader-insert, misogynistic, reference character death, mental health issues, incest ( of course ), everyone is alive
༆ chapters
× prologue - see you on the other side
× chapter one - what heavy storm brings
× chapter two - sneaking in a castle
× chapter three -
Idk why but he is so cat coded
He has this cat feeling to him , such a cutie 😊
I love it when men look sad 😔
It just has something special, like I just want to hug them 😔 I love miserable men
What do you mean I have to wait 2 years to watch the next season hotd? 🤠
Okay but him , like his accent is so hot it's stuck in my mind🤭
Guys what are your thoughts on this. I wrote the comment the very first one ,on a tiktok where it was talked about how deanerys was 13-14 when she got pregnant. My second comment was how devastating I find it that she expected to marry her brother who is a lot older than her actually ( I know it's an age gap about 8 years but I'm not so sure). And someone asked why it is devastating since it is tradition. I think I made my point clear in my response and would like to know how you see this? My opinion stands that I think it is really sad that she expected to marry her brother who is also her abuser.
So what are your thoughts , is it wrong to finde it devastating that a childe expected to marry her brother who abuses her just because it is tradition?
What magic do I have to use to have hair like this , just look at it. Hair goals.
Hot take: Can we acknowledge for a second that aemond probably wouldn't have turned out like this if it wasn't for the people around him. In general I think everyone would have turned out different if it wasn't for other people.
I mean he was just a sad boy , who was picked on. He only wanted some friends, and found a friend in his dragon . But in finding a companion he lost his eye , and didn't really get justice. I know it doesn't excuse his behavior, but I think if there had been justice to a degree certain things wouldn't have happened.
Hot take:
Okay so, I don't really understand the Sansa slander, especially in the first few seasons. Beauces my girl is a child, can you blame a child for being scared of the queen and the king. Can you blame a child for having a crush and wanting said crush to like them back? I don't think so. The whole Arya is better,oh Sansa is so bad thing ,I don't understand. Both of these characters are great in my opinion and you can't really compare them.
Arya just likes swords and stuff like that, and Sansa likes embroidery and stuff. And I think they have a relatively normal sibling dynamic, cause I remember I was like that with my older sister.
Since it was five years ago for me when I watched the show and I now finished the first book, I can't really understand the dislike for Sansa.
Like she went through shit , in the show. Like watching her father die, getting humiliated as a child, getting married as a humiliation, getting married to a psycho and abused from him.
And one thing I once read in a comment section was "well we don't like her because she didn't trust Daenerys." Well why should she trust someone she doesn't know from the beginning.
I get people disliking characters, but Sansa is just a character I don't really understand why.
Can someone explain to me, because every explanation has been I've seen especially on tiktok, kinda sexist and biased, no offense.
- anon
i saw your introduction and that you were happy to take requests/asks and i know you did preface that you weren't used to writing smut and that's a–okay i just have an idea which is stuck in my head about Aemond Targaryen
fem!reader (not !niece/cousin/aunt/sister dynamic) giving Aemond a handjob, can be set in his quarters or the council table and she's spreading his legs, parting his knees and thighs, palming him from outside his clothes, thumbing his tip, tracing the vein under, and squeezing the base when he's about to come! maybe some overstim and edging? and he's not a full sub? like he's allowing reader to be 'on top'/domming him but he can switch it around with a snap of his fingers x also him digging his fingers into the arm–rest/bed sheets (depending on what setting you choose!) and he's letting out short gasps and choked grunts, panting here and there, breathing heavily through his nose etc...
sorry for the long request, i just prefer adding detail so writers, like you, know exactly what to write because i understand how annoying writers block is, also please don't be pressured to do my request – if you don't like it and don't wish to write it that's 100% valid x
Thank you for your request anon!! I hope this is to your liking. it’s a bit short and not particularly good but yeah as I said I'm not entirely used to writing smut lol.
𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞, 𝖁.𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓
𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔣
Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Betrothed! Reader
warnings: Smut, porn no plot, Handjobs, not proofread.
The days at the red keep were oft gloomy now, the war looming over everyone's head. It had seemingly taken quite the toll on your betrothed, the prince regent Aemond Targaryen, the stress in his eye was evident every time you saw him.
In the past few days, you had seen him very little, a rough comparison of the time you often spent together in the libraries of the red keep. Perhaps that prompted you to visit his chambers this evening, though you surely would not admit that you had missed his presence.
It was late when you snuck into his chambers, dressed in only your nightgown. The fireplace was lit and your eyes found him sitting in an armchair near it. you could sense the stress in the air and wishing to help you made your way over to him, sitting down between his legs.
“My prince, I did not mean to disturb you, tis only that I have missed your presence as of late” you speak with a gentle tone.
He does not respond only humming at your words, his eyes scan over your form for a brief moment.
“I have noticed you are stressed, perhaps I could help,” you say
“And how might you be able to help me?” he questions with a cold and low voice. You tense up at the way he speaks.
“If I may speak plainly, my prince, I could pleasure you..with my hand perhaps,” you say, your voice becoming quiet. you had read of this act earlier in the day, knowing well it would be highly improper of you to give him your maidenhead before you are wed. His eye widens with both surprise and lust as you speak, he contemplates your offer for a moment before nodding.
“I’ll allow it,” he says, his tone still cold. He spreads his legs slightly as your hand moves upward, beginning to palm him through his breeches. His mouth falls open slightly a small moan coming from his lips.
His cock is quick to harden as you reach to unlace his breeches, pulling them down to reveal his leaking length. You wrap your hand around his cock with a firm grip, gently swiping your thumb over the slit in his tip a few times spreading the precum around his length. Your free hand moves to spread his legs further apart as moans and curses fall from his lips, you gently squeeze his length your thumb tracing over the veins that travel along his cock.
“Fuck…” he groans, he leans his head back letting soft moans fall from his lips. his fingers dig into the leather of the armchair and his back arches ever so slightly. you hear his breath become heavier as you fasten the pace at which you stroke his cock. feeling his cock throb heavier than before you pull your hand away for a moment watching his eyebrows furrow, you then return your hand to his length stroking him eagerly as the moans and grunts begin to fall from his lips again.
after a few minutes you begin to feel him throb in your hand, a signal that he is about to cum, you continue with your current pace swiping your thumb over his tip every few seconds. he lets out a broken grunt as ropes of cum shoot from his tip into your palm.
it takes him a few minutes to come down from his high, tucking himself back into his breeches. he smiles at you for a moment.
“I am thankful to you for this, my lady,” he says, his previous cold tone no longer present.
You smile at his statement, “I’m glad to be of service, your grace, I shall make my way back to my chambers now” you say, raising to your feet and giving him a small nod before you turn to leave.
you are surely thankful that your wedding day is fast approaching you think to yourself as you walk through the hallway of the red keep.
I cannot believe a mother would watch her son falling apart because of his child's death and just walk away... Especially when it was her and Cole's fault.
«You are never there»
Alicent failed them as a mother, as a queen and just as a person who must be capable to understand the agony of a human being.