Julia 🫶🏻

supreme leader of the old men fan club. co-owner of ormund’s bleach & tone. twenty-two.

[julez-5]

Welcome!

Hello, I am Julez (she/her)! And welcome to the workings that my brain develops, because I cannot just sit and digest media normally :)

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[julez-5]

went to DJO last night…this technically means I’ve met Sam Spruell right?

[julez-5]

sometimes I think my mommy issues are bad then I look at Aemond Targaryen.

[julez-5]

i don't care what the haters say, I will defend jaded wife forever. maekar will be happy with his new sweet Tyrell girl, jaded wife will be happy for him and baelor will have to grovel on his knees for the rest of their life. I support women rights AND their wrongs, free my girl she's innocent. 😌

(actually I'm terrified for what you have in store for them, as soon as I read Ashford in the chapters title I had war flashbacks. pls dont kill baelor, he's a mess but he's our mess he's trying his best)

I too support woman’s rights and wrongs despite baelor being bae 🤭 (it probably doesn’t help that I feel partial to every reader I write)

you don’t wanna know how many times canon ashford has crossed my mind while planning. I’m trying to fight the voices I swear

[julez-5]

I didn't know you changed your pinned post again!! I kept looking at like "something has changed" and then i noticed Daeron LOL

yes I added my sons daeron and egg!! I’m so maternal over both of them it’s not even funny.

though my sister is the same age as Daeron and has confessed she loves him, and they’re both my children so I’m not really sure how that works

[hampop]

[julez-5]

Queen I love you, you are one of the few bloggers I see that actually loves their followers and replies - ugh ur awesome

THANK YOU!! I absolutely love and adore everyone, and it’s so much fun interacting with everyone’s replies, comments and asks <3

[julez-5]

i lovee your work so much i like vist ur page so many times and what do u think about valarr having a big crush on his cousin and goes up to maekar to beg to marry her and what maekar would think about it yk ?

I WILL GET ON MY KNEES AND BEG—Valarr Targaryen

Valarr Targaryen x Targ!reader

summary: Valarr is ready to do anything to win your hand in marriage, even getting on his knees and begging his uncle.

words: 1.3k

cw: MDNI 18+ targcest, nothing really other than that, reader is Maekar's eldest daughter, but no physical features are described.

You were a Goddess. He was not positive if it was the Old, The New, the Flames, the Lord of Light, but it did not matter it. You were a Goddess of Beauty to him all the same.

You were absolutely everything to him. The reason for his existence he thought often. His heart walking around, blessing everyone for your mere existence.

You danced around the floor with Aegon, a wide grin pulling at your beauty lips as your head was tilted back your laugh spilling out into the loud hall. It would have gone unnoticed to anyone else due to all the other sounds, but not to Valarr. Never to Valarr.

He stood on the outskirts watching, waiting patiently for his turn after you made it through your younger siblings. That was always the deal, and Valarr would have waited years to simply have the pleasure of dancing with you.

Though he much proffered when you would drag him off into the gardens, slipping past all the guards. Not because you would kiss him, though that was always a plus. He liked the quiet. When the two of you could exist without the watchful eyes and the pleasured of the crown.

Your eyes looked with his again, and you smiled at him. He could feel his own lips turn up slightly before Aegon pulled you once more attempting to spin you.

Valarr was so lost in his thoughts that he did not even notice the presence next to him. Though he probably should have due to the loud drunken steps, and the stench of wine that never quite left the man.

"If you stare any longer you might scare her off," Daeron mused, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. "Though I think she does like your attention."

He rolled his eyes, "I am admiring my future wife is all."

"Are you sure about that?"

The mismatched eyes turned meeting his violet ones. "What?" he asked, in confusion.

"My father has been speaking to Lord Tyrell about marrying his grandson," he answered with a shrug.

Valarr's eyes widened in horror. This was the worse possible thing he had ever heard in his entire existent. The thought of you married to anyone that was not him. That just would not do!

There had never been a formal betrothal, but he thought he did not need one. It was not secret how fond you were of the other, and he thought…His eyes then moved to the high table looking to Maekar who sat beside Baelor.

He would make this right. He then decided.

The Prince was moving through the crowd without a second thought, pausing before you to alert you of his intentions. You looked up as if you had felt his presence meeting his eyes. You beamed at him and he lost his train of thought pausing monetarily in his place as he simply stared at you, "Have you finally come to dance with me, Val?" you asked.

He could hear his heartbeat picking up. Your smile, your beauty, your angelic voice and the way you said his name. "No not yet, my love," he told you gently.

You frowned slightly, and it almost made him forget the task at hand due to how much he hated that sight. He moved forward cupping your face gently. No one in the crowd even paused to look at you continuing to spin around the pair of you, "I have to go have a talk with your father," he said.

The disappointment from only a moment ago, replaced by something that he had seen so often with you. In the quite moments when it was only you and him. No loud noises. No distractions.

It was the love you held for him. The one you confessed so loudly compared to his quieter admissions. It was the all consuming feeling that filled you both.

"Are you…" you trailed off, but you did not need to finish. He knew you better than that, as if you were an extension of his own thoughts and you never needed to complete yours, because he always knew.

"I am," he nodded in agreement. He reached down gripping your hand before pressing a kiss to the back of it.

"Do not leave me waiting long," you told him.

He grinned at you, "I wouldn't dream of it."

With a strength he did not quite know he possessed he pulled himself away from you, and began toward your father. He sat talking about something with his eldest brother, Valarr's father. The younger's face was a gruff as always as he rolled his eyes at something the elder said.

And before he knew it he was standing in front of the two men, "Valarr

"I request an audience with you," he suddenly declared, looking at his uncle.

Maekar turned looking to his brother, "What the fuck is he talking about?"

Baelor shrugged, "It is Valarr than requests an audience, Maekar. Not I," he reminded the younger.

He scoffed then turned back toward his nephew, "What the fuck do you want?" he then asked, not moving from his seat.

Valarr was undettered. This was Maekar's typical personality. Cold, stern, and harsh with his words, but underneath all that was a man who loved his children. Who loved you his first born, his precious girl, and only wanted the best for her.

And he believed he was that for you.

He puffed his chest out slight, trying to appear bigger than he was. He wanted to seem impressive, to seem worthy, but that was harder to do with a man that had earned the name of the Anvil.

"I wish to marry your daughter,"

"No," he answered immediately.

The young man's face immediately fell, but he was not going to take rejection that easily, "I will get on my knees and beg," he said.

The uncle's mouth turned into a grin as if he was tempted to see just how far he was willing to go. "Maekar," Baelor warned, knowing his son would do exactly as he said.

"I will do it," he repeated.

"You will get down on your knees in front of all these guests? The heir to the heir on his knees begging for my daughter's hand like an insolent child?" the stern man asked, leaning forward.

Baelor's eyes flickered around watching half in intrigued,and the other. making sure no one was witnessing this scene, because his brother was being his stubborn self.

Valarr nodded immediately, "Yes I will," he took a deep breath steadying himself, "I love your daughter more than anything in this world, and I will work every day to be the man she deserves. Getting on my knees and begging seems inadequate to the love I hold for her so if that is what you need I will l do it."

He then went to sink to his knees, but his uncle's hand shot out stopping him, "Do not get on your fucking knees. Maekar let out a sigh, shaking his head, "I will discuss it with your father. Now go and dance with my daughter so she will stop glaring at me," he instructed.

Valarr grinned widely, "Thank you," he said, with a bow before practically sprinting off toward you. As you awaited him, your hand already extending indicating exactly what you wanted. Both men watched as he complied, as you both danced around, matching grins on your face.

"Is there even much to discuss?" Baelor asked, once his eldest was out of ear shot.

"Oh, no. She already asked, but told me not to do anything until he did himself. I do not possess the ability to tell her no, and neither does he it seems."

a knight of the seven kingdoms tags: @kyvillasstuff @goldengirl86 @scarletwolfxox @witch-of-letters @confusedwhitegirl10 @itspbjellytime

general taglist: @xkatherinexo @sacha1slytherin @qardasngan @bl3ssedp0etry @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @someonehereisstupid @honeybylove @zealousdazementality @shinewarrior01 @shipperqueen93 @thorins-queen-of-erebor @sw0zzle @darylandbethfanforever9 @dedicateeverythingtomilkshake @hrh007 @leolionsthings @inturnipexplorer

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[faermaiden]

JAMES NORTON as NICK PEARCE EX HUSBANDS ( 2023 )

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YOU ARE A VISION OF BEAUTY—Gwayne Hightower

Gwayne Hightower x Targ!fem!reader

content: Gwayne had thought he was staring to loose his mind in Harrenhal, but thank the Gods you had arrived providing him with some light in such a dark place.

words: 1.2k

cw: MDNI 18+ p in v, riding, established relations, reader is a Targ, but not stated how nor are any physical descriptions are used, mentions of death, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything.

a/n: I was writing Dunk, but somehow my mind ended up here so ya here it is lol

Sleep seemed to be nonexistent these days. There always seemed to be something that forbid it. A flash that could not be explained, a sound that was not really there. It was starting to take a tole on him.

Tonight was no different. Gwayne was always on alert here, half waiting for someone to make an attempt on his life while asleep. Thus allowing him to hear the steps coming quickly towards him.

The feet sounded bare, padding against the floor, but they were loud nonetheless echoing through the halls.

He was immediately shooting out of bed, hand wrapped around his sword in an instant. With the weapon raised he waited, hearing the steps stop just outside his door before it was opened revealing just who had come for him.

But it was no solider making an attempt on his life. It was you. He breathed your name out like a prayer, the blade dropping to the floor with a loud clatter. Moving toward you, pulling you into his chest, without hesitation.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, gripping your red dress in his hands. It was a favorite of his, one that you had worn often before this whole mess had started.

The one that had tore you apart.

"Rhaenyra said you were here…and I had to see you. I had to make sure you were alright," you confessed, your voice cracking as he could hear the concern laced through it.

He pulled back cradling your face as you smiled at him. It was the one he loved so much. The one that filled him with warmth, and occupied his dreams in your absence, "I have missed you so much," he whispered.

"Make up for the lost time then."

His mouth was on yours in a second, claiming yours, "I have missed you so much," he repeated against your mouth. He needed you to know just how much he had longed for you these days. He pushed you back toward the mattress. Your hands moved quickly freeing his cock from his breeches.

He went to lay you down against the mattress, but you stopped him. You turned your bodies causing the back of his knees to hit the bed before you pushed him back. He sat up staring at you, as you pulled your dress up around your hips.

You looked younger almost, in a way he could not explain. Entirely different from the last time he had laid eyes on you, and even now as he tried to recount in his mind just when that was exactly, but he did not let himself dwell on it.

You were here, and he was going to enjoy your time together no matter how small that might be. You straddled him, gripping his cock in your hand as you ran him through your slick folds,"Are you wearing nothing under neath?" he questioned, raising a brow.

You did not respond, but his mind did not stay on it long as then you sank down on top of him. "Oh fuck," he moaned out.

Neither of you moved for a moment, simply existing there, feeling each other, before you finally began to rock your hips back and forth setting the pace. He allowed you to with no complaint, simply holding your hips as he looked up at you.

"You feel divine," he told you, as he watched your face contort in pleasure as you rode him. He could still remember the first time it had happened, you had told him you needed no instruction as you had been riding dragons all your life.

"You are a vision of beauty in these dark times," he continued, his praise, as he could feel you clench around him like a vice.

"Are you a bard or a solider?" you asked, grinding your hip down into him hard, causing him to moan.

"Both. I am both for you," he confessed.

"What else are you for me?" you asked, your hands moving to lace through his red hair forcing him head back to look at you.

"Whatever you want me to be," he assured you. His release came out of no where, as you moaned at his name loudly, pressing yourself further into him. You did not move, and he did not pull out both of you clingly to the other as if you were afraid you would both disapear.

Because that was the truth was it not? The moment would end and you would have to go back to wherever you came from and he would be stuck here.

Something felt wrong though. Something he could not quite put his finger on it, but he did not want the thought to consume him. If anything he wanted you to consume him instead. To simply be a man and woman in love rather than anything else.

You a Targaryen. He a Hightower on different sides of a war for a throne neither of you would even sit.

His ragged breaths filled the air. He buried himself further into your chest, trying to hide away from the world even if it was only for a moment longer,"I must go," you whispered, your hands running through his hair gently working the knots from it. You leaned down pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Why?" he questioned in protest, trying to cling to you, but it felt as if his fingers were slipping through you.

He could feel you shift against him, and he could not stop you from pulling away. He tried to urge his mind "Because I am dead. Remember you helped kill me at Rooks Rest?" You pulled away from him and suddenly you were dressed back in your riding leathers, blood smearing your face. The smell of ash filling his nostrils.

His mouth opened, as everything came back. Your dragons screeches as she was ripped apart. The way he watched you fall through the sky, crashing through the castle. A horror that had been repeating through his minds for day.

The real reason as to why he could not find sleep as you were always there awaiting him in his dreams, but even tongiht it seemed you would make your way to him either way.

He could see it all now. When he found your body, your neck not angled right, your limbs cold and disfigured, before he watched the men remove your dragons head, "No.No. No," he cried dropping to his knees.

He burnt your body himself, trying to honor you in some way, but it obviously was not enough. You were haunting him, because he had failed you. He crawled to the floor trying to burry his face into your stomach, "I am sorry. I am so so sorry," he sobbed.

You reached down wrapping your fingers around his chin. You were unnaturally cold, and the light from your eyes was now gone, as they resembled something close to black, "No apologies will ever bring me back. All because you chose the usurper over me."

The tears streamed down his face as you smiled, and it did not hit right. It was not the one filled with warmth or even the shy one you would cast him across the hall. This was someone else's smile on a face that resembled you, "Sleep well, my love. I will be back again and again and again until you leave these blasted walls or die here."

And just like that you were gone, leaving him once more, as sleep evaded him and he thought of nothing but you and the guilt that ate away at him.

gwayne hightower taglist: @slimyfrogblogs @witch-of-letters

house of the dragon taglist: @msmarvelknight

general taglist: @xkatherinexo @sacha1slytherin @qardasngan @bl3ssedp0etry @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @someonehereisstupid @honeybylove @zealousdazementality @shinewarrior01 @shipperqueen93 @sw0zzle @dedicateeverythingtomilkshake

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[ccmoonshine]

Insane writing (it's a compliment 😏). It makes me want to cry for days.

[julez-5]

thank you!! <3

[julez-5]

hello, my loves!! I have a very busy week ahead of me and will be away for like 75% of it so if I seem less active then usual then that is why. that being said I have some things finished & queded to post. everything you can expect is on my upcoming work lists.

hoping to finish dutiful wife and/or now clean it up before I leave tomorrow but we will see

anyways love you all and hope you are all having an amazing day <3

[wolfienation]

aegon and aemond crying about the other being mummy's favourite meanwhile mummy's actual favourite is like. can you please leave me alone i do NOT want to drink that get OFF

[vlarrtrgryn]

WOOOOOO 😛🙈

[myladysapphire]

Ormund Hightower has given me Stockholm syndrome. I’m actually in love with the perv

(I blame James Norton entirely)

[targ4ryens]

even with dirt all over his face he looks so pretty and precious.

[julez-5]

hii!! i’m a big fan of your ormund x reader (esp reader’s maternal role w/ daeron cause that child is in desperate need of a loving mother:( </3)

anyways!! i was wondering if you’re willing/planning on writing more works with reader playing that maternal role for other characters, maybe even a dunk x reader (with egg being the kid?👀👀)

love your work<33

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hello!! I’m so glad you like my work!! and yes daeron is my child at this point. (though my youngest sister is the same age as him and in love with him ((they’re the same age)) so I don’t know how that works lol)

hymn to virgil, is Dunk x Targ!reader, and she is maternal there with egg

as for planning. I love the idea of more readers being maternal to egg and daeron so actually there will probably be more

[julez-5]

YOU ARE A VISION OF BEAUTY—Gwayne Hightower

Gwayne Hightower x Targ!fem!reader

content: Gwayne had thought he was staring to loose his mind in Harrenhal, but thank the Gods you had arrived providing him with some light in such a dark place.

words: 1.2k

cw: MDNI 18+ p in v, riding, established relations, reader is a Targ, but not stated how nor are any physical descriptions are used, mentions of death, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything.

a/n: I was writing Dunk, but somehow my mind ended up here so ya here it is lol

Sleep seemed to be nonexistent these days. There always seemed to be something that forbid it. A flash that could not be explained, a sound that was not really there. It was starting to take a tole on him.

Tonight was no different. Gwayne was always on alert here, half waiting for someone to make an attempt on his life while asleep. Thus allowing him to hear the steps coming quickly towards him.

The feet sounded bare, padding against the floor, but they were loud nonetheless echoing through the halls.

He was immediately shooting out of bed, hand wrapped around his sword in an instant. With the weapon raised he waited, hearing the steps stop just outside his door before it was opened revealing just who had come for him.

But it was no solider making an attempt on his life. It was you. He breathed your name out like a prayer, the blade dropping to the floor with a loud clatter. Moving toward you, pulling you into his chest, without hesitation.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, gripping your red dress in his hands. It was a favorite of his, one that you had worn often before this whole mess had started.

The one that had tore you apart.

"Rhaenyra said you were here…and I had to see you. I had to make sure you were alright," you confessed, your voice cracking as he could hear the concern laced through it.

He pulled back cradling your face as you smiled at him. It was the one he loved so much. The one that filled him with warmth, and occupied his dreams in your absence, "I have missed you so much," he whispered.

"Make up for the lost time then."

His mouth was on yours in a second, claiming yours, "I have missed you so much," he repeated against your mouth. He needed you to know just how much he had longed for you these days. He pushed you back toward the mattress. Your hands moved quickly freeing his cock from his breeches.

He went to lay you down against the mattress, but you stopped him. You turned your bodies causing the back of his knees to hit the bed before you pushed him back. He sat up staring at you, as you pulled your dress up around your hips.

You looked younger almost, in a way he could not explain. Entirely different from the last time he had laid eyes on you, and even now as he tried to recount in his mind just when that was exactly, but he did not let himself dwell on it.

You were here, and he was going to enjoy your time together no matter how small that might be. You straddled him, gripping his cock in your hand as you ran him through your slick folds,"Are you wearing nothing under neath?" he questioned, raising a brow.

You did not respond, but his mind did not stay on it long as then you sank down on top of him. "Oh fuck," he moaned out.

Neither of you moved for a moment, simply existing there, feeling each other, before you finally began to rock your hips back and forth setting the pace. He allowed you to with no complaint, simply holding your hips as he looked up at you.

"You feel divine," he told you, as he watched your face contort in pleasure as you rode him. He could still remember the first time it had happened, you had told him you needed no instruction as you had been riding dragons all your life.

"You are a vision of beauty in these dark times," he continued, his praise, as he could feel you clench around him like a vice.

"Are you a bard or a solider?" you asked, grinding your hip down into him hard, causing him to moan.

"Both. I am both for you," he confessed.

"What else are you for me?" you asked, your hands moving to lace through his red hair forcing him head back to look at you.

"Whatever you want me to be," he assured you. His release came out of no where, as you moaned at his name loudly, pressing yourself further into him. You did not move, and he did not pull out both of you clingly to the other as if you were afraid you would both disapear.

Because that was the truth was it not? The moment would end and you would have to go back to wherever you came from and he would be stuck here.

Something felt wrong though. Something he could not quite put his finger on it, but he did not want the thought to consume him. If anything he wanted you to consume him instead. To simply be a man and woman in love rather than anything else.

You a Targaryen. He a Hightower on different sides of a war for a throne neither of you would even sit.

His ragged breaths filled the air. He buried himself further into your chest, trying to hide away from the world even if it was only for a moment longer,"I must go," you whispered, your hands running through his hair gently working the knots from it. You leaned down pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Why?" he questioned in protest, trying to cling to you, but it felt as if his fingers were slipping through you.

He could feel you shift against him, and he could not stop you from pulling away. He tried to urge his mind "Because I am dead. Remember you helped kill me at Rooks Rest?" You pulled away from him and suddenly you were dressed back in your riding leathers, blood smearing your face. The smell of ash filling his nostrils.

His mouth opened, as everything came back. Your dragons screeches as she was ripped apart. The way he watched you fall through the sky, crashing through the castle. A horror that had been repeating through his minds for day.

The real reason as to why he could not find sleep as you were always there awaiting him in his dreams, but even tongiht it seemed you would make your way to him either way.

He could see it all now. When he found your body, your neck not angled right, your limbs cold and disfigured, before he watched the men remove your dragons head, "No.No. No," he cried dropping to his knees.

He burnt your body himself, trying to honor you in some way, but it obviously was not enough. You were haunting him, because he had failed you. He crawled to the floor trying to burry his face into your stomach, "I am sorry. I am so so sorry," he sobbed.

You reached down wrapping your fingers around his chin. You were unnaturally cold, and the light from your eyes was now gone, as they resembled something close to black, "No apologies will ever bring me back. All because you chose the usurper over me."

The tears streamed down his face as you smiled, and it did not hit right. It was not the one filled with warmth or even the shy one you would cast him across the hall. This was someone else's smile on a face that resembled you, "Sleep well, my love. I will be back again and again and again until you leave these blasted walls or die here."

And just like that you were gone, leaving him once more, as sleep evaded him and he thought of nothing but you and the guilt that ate away at him.

gwayne hightower taglist: @slimyfrogblogs @witch-of-letters

house of the dragon taglist: @msmarvelknight

general taglist: @xkatherinexo @sacha1slytherin @qardasngan @bl3ssedp0etry @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @someonehereisstupid @honeybylove @zealousdazementality @shinewarrior01 @shipperqueen93 @sw0zzle @dedicateeverythingtomilkshake

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[julez-5]

Can you imagine this gwayne after tonight’s episode??