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Hello!

I want to say that I'm not an expert for writing, and algo english isn't my first language. Sorry for any mistake in my writing. I hope you enjoy reading!

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- Vikings 🗡️

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Weakness - King!Aemond Targaryen

Summary: a mistake that takes the reader to beg. Slight angst.

Notes: I try to make it longer but i'm really bad at it. There could be a second part of this. A lot of mistakes in my grammar.

Aemond and you met just a couple of years ago, just after the war ended and he became a king. Your father said that you should bewitch him with your beauty, become his mistress and put the name of your house on top. The king had a wife, Lady Floris from House Baratheon, but they didn't seem in love anymore. They started ignoring each other, not sleeping together, not even eating in the same table. Fortunately he already had heirs, two twin boys, so your work was only to please him.

You and Aemond had an affair months after you met, but the problem was that your sister, Catelyn, wanted him too. After having fight with her you decided to move out of the way and obviously the king felt for her. He left you and because of the shame you went out of the court.

Just months later the queen died and Aemond married your sister, showing the love they supposedly had. Catelyn quickly became pregnant, she sweared it will be a boy. The baby was born and it was a boy, Aemond wasn't that happy after all. The king demanded for a boy as well and made everything to get his wife pregnant again. Just two months later the "baby" was born, obviously dead.

Catelyn didn't notify the king and save it for herself, thinking that Aemond might get rid of her by killing her if he discovered it. What she did instead was find comfort in other man's arms and get pregnant with his child. Not knowing that action will have consequences.

You had forced yourself to bury your feelings and let Aemond go. It hadn’t been easy, but it was necessary. The king had no choice but to accept it, he would never force someone to stay by his side. So much time had passed, yet those feelings still lingered somewhere deep inside you. It was impossible not to grow nervous whenever he was near, or to fight the urge to kiss him whenever he stepped too close.

And now, here you were, sitting in the bed beside your sister. You confronted her over her betrayal. It hurt to know that you had moved away from the man you loved for her, only for her to betray him so carelessly. You gently took her hand in yours and began to speak.

"This is a betrayal, sister" you whispered, looking at her with wide eyes, shocked. "I know, but if he discovers that I lost his child he will kill me." Catelyn said while embroidering a dress. "Aemond wouldn't do that. Well, now he may do it 'cause you are with other man's child."

The queen just looked at you, asking you silently to leave. You nodded, making a quick reverence. The guards opened the doors and you walked through the halls. You knew Catelyn felt trapped, that she didn’t want to lose the king. Not because she loved him, but because of everything that came with being his queen. She had probably never loved him at all. That was what hurt the most, the thought that lingered in your heart and it hurted so much, night after sleepless night.

Lost in your thoughts, you stared out the window, until an unexpected presence appeared...

"My king, is and honor to see you." Aemond hummed in response, and then turned to you. "I can say the same, my lady. You haven't been here in a long time. What made you come back?"

Lost in your thoughts you didn't answer immediately, admiring the flowers from the gardens, little princes running and playing with their nanny. Your heart ached.

"I guess... I just wanted to see my sister again. If you excuse me, I need to leave." In your face a polite smile came out. Aemond nodded softly, and move out of your way as you walked.

The king stayed their a while, watching until you weren't in his sight anymore. Deep in his heart and mind he knew feelings were there. Memories filling his mind.

In the feast at night something unexpected happened. You were sit beside Catelyn, and beside her was Aemond. All in the table were having their own conversation, laughing at stupid jokes and eating happily. All was happiness until a lord came to the table. It was an old man, Lannister apparently, tall and fat. Ugly. Your sister paralyze in her chair, swallowing hard. Something was wrong and you knew exactly what was it.

The man stared a couple of minutes, he was drunk and you could see it in his eyes. "You should take care of the queen, my king. She spends too much time alone." Aemond furrowed his eyebrows, confusion consuming his face. The lord just turned and left. Catelyn sighed of relief, eating again. The Targaryen glanced at her by the corner of his eye, but didn't said anything. People returned to their meals and talks, laughing again, but the tension was in the atmosphere.

The feast came to an end, and no one said a word about what happened earlier. Not the guards, not you, not the queen, not the king.

As you were walking to your chambers, with a guard escorting you, Catelyn went to you. Pleading for your silence. You nodded, as always and reassured everything will be okay.

Just a week after that conversation the truth came out. The whole realm knew it. The child the queen had in her womb was not Aemond's.

The news arrived in the morning, making you wake up quickly and start dressing. As you were ready to go to your sister's chambers Aemond arrived to yours. Not even knocking the door, just entering. He came closer and hold your face with both of his hands. "Please, tell me the truth. You are the only person I can trust right now."

"Aemond..." you murmured, putting your hand over his. "I don't want to put my sister in trouble, I can't betray her."

"Yes or no. Is the only answer I'm asking for." He said and you nodded with teary eyes. "Your king demands an answer."

"Yes. It is true." Aemond breathed and free you from his grip. When he started walking to leave you grab him by the arm. "Forgive her, please." And then he just left, without saying a word.

Your mom came after, asking and begging you to convince the king to forgive your sister, giving her any punishment except death. Most of the people believed you were his weakness, including your family.

After thinking a lot in the way you will ask you went to his private chambers. The king was not an easy prey, and of course he felt affection for you, but he was realistic. His honor was the most important thing in this case. Even after the affair you had he never showed his love completely. When you were together he was used to send jewelry and dresses, and you often told him that was not enough. And he always apologized by showing his love in bed, spending nights with you in his arms. But with Catelyn he never do that, at least that was what she told you.

Knocking softly the door of his chambers you heard how he screamed that he wanted to be alone. "Your majesty, I am sorry but we need to talk." It only took seconds to him for to open the door for you. His face presenting anger, but when he saw your face his face softened. He invited you to come in and you did as he asked.

"I am sorry of what my sister did, but please forgive her. Give her any punishment except death, or punish me. I know she is not innocent, but please. I'll kneel and plea if necessary." And you started kneeling, but he stop you by taking your hand. "Stop- You will not kneel or plea. I will not forgive your sister, she betrayed me, her king and husband. You knew that was treason, and still did not say anything."

"You know I could not betray her in that way." Tears fell from your eyes, you knew how this Targaryen man was. Stubborn and prideful. "There has to be a way, please Aemond. I'm begging as hard as I can. Give me one solution."

He look at you, his eye expressing that trace of love. His thumb brushing your lower lip. Aemond closed the distance, resting his forehead against yours. The king closed his eye and then started talking.

"Marry me and I shall spare your sister. She will be sent to exile and the marriage will be annulled for treason." That were the only words that came out of his mouth, it was that or nothing. "You know I've always loved you."

Dividers made up by: @chrisssiren

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Flowers? - Virgil Van Dijk

Warnings: little bit of smut. It's my first time writing smut so it's not that good. 😭

WC: 737 words.

Summary: a small confusion.

Divider made up by: @suupersonic

Virgil left the house in the morning, saying he would be back early and that he only had a meeting with his teammates. Over the past few days, the two of you had been able to spend more time together since he had a few extra days off.

You slept until 11 in the morning. When you woke up, you had a cereal for breakfast. You were tired because of the previous night, which had been intense with your husband. After watching a couple of episodes of "Gilmore Girls" , you heard someone knocking at the door.

You got to your feet and walked over to open it, finding a delivery man carrying a huge bouquet of flowers filled with lilies, hydrangeas, roses, and tulips.

You smiled at the man, and he spoke softly. “Good afternoon, I just need you to sign here.” You nodded and did as he asked. After signing, you took the bouquet and carried it to the dining room. You looked for a note, but there wasn’t one. You removed the ribbon and the paper holding the flowers together, filled a vase with water, and arranged the flowers inside.

You decided you wouldn’t thank Virgil until he get home, so you didn’t put anything on your stories or send him a message. Nothing. Instead, you decided to clean the house, cook lunch, and try something new by making a lemon pie.

Virgil sent you a message saying he’d be a little later getting home. He said he needed to stop by the supermarket. You still decided not to mention the flowers. Maybe he was expecting your thanks in person. You set your phone down on the table and continued making the lemon pie cream.

The front door opened, and Virgil stepped inside, leaving his shoes by the door. He found you serving the food you had prepared. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, leaving kisses along your neck before placing one on your cheek.

“Did you buy flowers today?” you heard your husband ask. You frowned and turned around to look at him. “Didn’t you send them?” Virgil shook his head. That’s when you understood why he hadn’t mentioned them at all.

You slipped out of his embrace and walked back over to the flowers. Maybe there had been a note hidden among them, and you simply hadn’t looked carefully. And indeed, there was a note tucked away, but it only said they were from a secret admirer.

“This is weird. Virgil, it really wasn’t you?” He stepped closer and shook his head. “I’m completely sure, my love.” But you could tell he was smiling as he buried his face in your neck, he was trying to hold a laugh. “It was you.” You gave him a gentle smack on the chest and smiled. Virgil couldn’t help but laugh before admitting defeat.

“I wanted to play a prank on you. Don’t be mad at me.”A pout formed on your lips, and he took the opportunity to kiss them. “You’re an idiot.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He knew exactly what you wanted and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.“Well, then I’ll be your idiot.”

He started kissing your neck, devouring it. You hummed with a smile as you took off his shirt. Virgil took you to the bedroom and sat down on the bed. “Ride me, babe.” A moan escaped your lips as you undid his belt. His pants came off, and you lifted your skirt, moved your panties to the side, and introduced his cock into your cunt.

“Fuck, it’s too much,” you cried with a pout. He smirked, holding your hips to set the pace. Virgil helped you move by holding you by the waist. Your moans and his grunts became louder. You spent a long time riding him. He brought his thumb to your clitoris, and you felt like you were seeing stars. The pressure in your stomach grew stronger until you felt it suddenly disappear.

Virgil, meanwhile, was trying to cum. He kept the pace with your hips, and then you felt a hot liquid inside your pussy. “This was sooo good,” you said in a muffled voice.

You knew this was just the start of a long night…

When the sun came out you stand up and walk to where the flowers were. You took a lillie in your hand and smiled, you would definitely return this prank to Virgil, probably in a meaner one.

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Hey! I made a fan comic about Aemond Targaryen (it’s a romance storyline with an assassin OC), I was wondering if you’d be interested in checking it out? No pressure at all if not :)

I just checked some of the work you have published and let me tell you it is really nice!! 😭

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Surprise Betrothed - Aemond Targaryen

Warnings: None. Kinda fluff.

WC: 573 words.

Summary: Martell reader nervous of what could happen with her fiancé.

Being betrothed without knowing who your future husband was had always been bad enough, but having to meet him only a few days before the wedding was worse. That was the situation the young Martell princess found herself in. Yet rather than sadness, all she felt was irritation.

The bronze skinned woman stood in her chambers, frustrated. Her nanny, the woman who had cared for her ever since she had been a child, was trying to tighten the beautiful pale blue corset around her waist. Her hair had already been styled, her stockings and shoes were perfect, only the dress remained. The heat in Sunspear felt ugly today, stronger than usual. She knew that House Targaryen had already arrived at the banquet. She felt confident enough until…

“Nanny, do you think he’ll like me?” the dark haired princess asked with a slight frown, turning toward the older woman.

“Princess, you are perfect. Believe me, if he does not find you beautiful, then he knows nothing about beauty,” the woman replied with a gentle smile, softly brushing her hand against the girl’s cheek.

The princess nodded, feeling reassured. She adjusted her hair one last time before leaving her chambers, accompanied by two guards. As she entered the banquet hall, her arrival was announced, and most of the presents quickly stood, showing respect. She smiled politely and walked toward the table, only to come face to face with her betrothed.

He was tall and lean, bearing all the unmistakable features of a Targaryen except for the missing eye. It was definitely Aemond Targaryen.

The prince stood and invited his futures wife to dance. She accepted his hand, and together they moved to the center of the hall. They began with a simple dance until one of them finally decided to speak.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, my prince,” the young woman said with a small smile. He hummed softly before replying, “I can say the same, Princess.”

Several minutes passed in silence as they danced until the music came to an end. They returned to their seats at the table, and as luck would have it, they had been seated together. They exchanged words throughout the night and even managed to make each other laugh. Their families had definitely made the right choice in arranging their engagement.

When the banquet ended, Aemond offered to escort the young Martell princess back to her chambers. She gladly accepted, and with their arms linked, they made their way through the corridors.

Once they reached her door, she decided to speak. “Aem- I mean, my prince… tonight was wonderful, and I’d love for us to get to know each other better.” He tilted his head slightly, amused. “You may call me Aemond. And if it is not too much to ask, I would like to suggest a walk through the gardens tomorrow.”

“Of course, that sounds good. Then… until tomorrow, I suppose.” Before closing the door, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against the prince’s cheek. She gave him one final smile before disappearing into her room.

Aemond remained standing there for a few seconds, trying to process what had just happened. He thought about all the times he had claimed he would never fall in love. Yet his own words seemed to be weakening. Because a spark had been lit by the beautiful Martell princess and luckily for him, she was already his betrothed.

Divider made up by: @suupersonic

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Vikings - Masterlist

Ivar the Boneless

- Not yet.

Ragnar Lothbrok

- Not yet.

Bjorn Ironside

- Not yet.

Hvitserk

- Not yet.

Rollo

- Not yet.

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One Dance - Raphael Belloli

- Warnings: None

- WC: 343 words

- Summary: playing truth or dare has good consequences.

It was a lively midnight in São Paulo. Inside the club, everyone was dancing, laughing, and clearly a little too drunk. Raphael was in the VIP section with his friends, drinking beer and talking.

At the table next to theirs sat you and your friends. Everything was going well until someone suggested playing truth or dare. The rules were simple: nobody was allowed to pick truth two rounds in a row.

You were still laughing after your friend Sarah chose truth and got asked something stupid. Then it was your turn. Since you’d already used your truth chances, you had to choose dare. Andrea, your best friend, immediately gave you a challenge. “You have to go dance on the guys’ table next to us.”

You glanced over at their table and smiled before nodding.

You got up and walked over. Climbing onto the table, you let out a small laugh. “Sorry, I have to do this.” Raphael frowned slightly, trying to understand what was happening. The music was so loud that at times the table almost shook with the bass.

You looked around before inviting one of the guys to come up and dance with you. By pure coincidence, it happened to be the Barcelona’s star player. He raised his eyebrows, amused, but accepted and climbed up beside you.

When the song ended, you turned to face him and smiled. “What’s your name?” you asked, with curiosity in your eyes. “Raphael,” he replied with a small smile. “Nice meet you, Raphael.” You smiled back and stepped down from the table with his help.

You were about to walk away when the tattooed man gently stopped you by the arm. “Maybe you could give me your number… so we can keep getting to know each other?” You laughed and nodded, and of course, you gave it to him.

There’s no need to explain what happened after that…

Just a drabble I was thinking of. Hope you enjoy! 😭 Also, I would like you to like it or repost it🫶🏻🫶🏻

Dividers made up by: @suupersonic

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Football Players - Masterlist

Raphinha

- One Dance

Erling Haaland

- Not yet.

Jude Bellingham

- Not yet.

Jobe Bellingham

- Not yet.

Virgil Van Dijk

- Flowers?

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House of the Dragon - Masterlist

Aemond Targaryen

- Surprise Betrothed

- Weakness - Slight Angst

Daemon Targaryen

- Not yet.

Gwayne Hightower

- Not yet.

Jacaerys Velaryon

- Not yet.

Aegon Targaryen

- Not yet.