𝖒orrigan. she/her. non native english speaker. amateur writer. aries. history lover. equestrian. daydreamer. medieval nerd. bookworm. 18+.
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━━⠀⠀request rules.
i only write for "x reader" and not "character x character", i just don't think i'm a good enough writer for that yet. i only write for fem!reader or gn!reader. only request for characters listed below. i am open to violence, gore, smut, angst, dead dove, and pretty much any genre of writing, including darker themes and targcest. i am willing to write for multiple characters x reader, though (ex: daeron x aerion x reader). i will write for wlw or straight pairings. platonic pairings are open for every character that i write for. important note: i write for show or book versions of characters so unless specified otherwise, the default will be their show version!
━━⠀⠀rules for smut requests.
as i said, i am willing to write targcest. dubcon is welcomed but noncon will not be written in great detail (if you wish for assault to have some part in the plot, that's fine but i personally will not write for smut that is non consensual for either party). i do not write for any watersports or scat play. any requests including a minor x adult is an absolute no and you will be blocked. if there's anything i missed or if you're curious about what i may or may not be okay with writing, just send an ask!
hi i just wanted to apologize for the complete lack of fics this past month after just coming back and promising more. i've talked briefly about my health in the past but to summarize it: i have a neurological disease that is causing nerve death and muscle degeneration and i have been having problems with my neurologist and may go through some legal stuff regarding the issues with my doctor so it's been extremely stressful!! but after this week i do hope to be in a better mental state to pour time into my fics. up next is that ormund x autistic!reader request and a lil something platonic for daeron the daring cause that is my son who i reproduced asexually. also more stuff with aerion and litttle maegor and baby visenya cause people requested more
hai!! I was the person who sent the Ormund request... ty for doing it! And don't worry about taking your time, take as long as you need. I can't wait to read what you've come up with
hello! i love love love the request so it will definitely be done eventually! maybe even this weekend? i've just not been in a good place mentally because of my health issues and i was supposed to go somewhere today for something really important but couldn't because of how much pain i was in and it might cost me a job opportunity that i really wanted 🧍♀️ so if i'm over it by tomorrow then i will write more and finish it up because i only have the ending left <3
i posted a few weeks ago about two baby kittens that were abandoned outside of my work, and it turns out one of them, who we've named dinah, had a rare medical condition called pectus excavatum that required corrective surgery. fortunately we caught it early which makes it easier to fix, but unfortunately it cost thousands of dollars. this is not my cat and i'm not planning on keeping her, but i couldn't resist getting her the care she needed after someone literally left her in a hot parking lot. the day after her surgery i ended up rushing her to the ER because of some breathing problems, so that just added to everything. also a few weeks before this i had to pay thousands of dollars for my own cat to undergo a medical procedure due to an infection she developed and so i am really struggling to keep up with all these vet bills
i've made a gofundme to try and help cover the costs of dinah's vet bills and i would truly appreciate any help anyone is able to provide, genuinely anything helps. i've never charged for gif/icon/header requests before, but if you'd like something made in exchange, i will absolutely take requests 🙏 examples of my gifs are here!
she's truly the sweetest girl and i just really want her healthy before her and her sister are able to find a forever home <3
i'm actually an idiot and forgot to wear my wrist braces to sleep last night so i woke up with a bad carpal tunnel flare up. i planned to post today but it hurts a lot to type so my next fic will probably be out this weekend instead 😔
hi! to make this a bit easier on myself and to have a place of organization, i'm creating a taglist! comment the emoji(s) from the fandoms you want to be tagged! everyone included in the taglists will be tagged beneath whatever fandoms they chose.
found your blog today and i’m already obsessed!! your writing for Aerion Targaryen is amazing. just a suggestion, but would u ever write something about how Aerion would treat the reader during pregnancy? i’m so curious 🥹
thank you so much!! i already have a request similar to this one that i am working on. i could tag you when i'm finished if you'd like <3
whoever sent this ormund request, i love you. i finished a lot of dialog but i'm stumped on the beginning and ending so it may be a while before it's published i'm so sorry 💔 to anyone who sent other requests, those should be out this week or next!
can you please help me? sometimes i want to write something but when i search it almost nobody likes it and i don't know happens that i discourages me to write that thing, I've heard people say that likes don't matter, but they do to me. 😭 how can i stop thinking this?
honestly it can be quite hard to change a mindset like this, but your main goal should always be to write for yourself and not for others. try writing anyways and if you're proud of the work that you do, you could always try posting and see what happens! in the beginning (here on tumblr at least) it may seem like no one has any interest, but building a community, however small it may be, is one of the best things you could do as a writer.
reblog fics that you like, leave nice comments or asks in people's inbox, and build connections with other people in the fandoms that you enjoy. support from other writers helps so much, and i definitely understand how discouraging it could be. the majority of my popular fics are ones that i never expected people to like, so you never know what people may actually like!
It takes a good amount of practice to be able to maintain prose in writing especially for fanfics set in the medieval era yet you did it so good??? And you have a handful of fics and I just found your blog by chance???
Please never stop
And if possible please make an AO3 dedicated to archiving this art? Because sometimes tumblr gets funky with the links on mobile
thank you so much 😭❤️ this means a lot to me!! reading a lot has helped me with dialogue A TON as it can be a bit difficult especially while trying to make it feel historical. i am so so glad that you enjoy my writing!!
and i just made an ao3 here and i will work on publishing my fics there when i get more time!!
Ormund Hightower fucking his wife with holy purpose of siring a new heir because the first four kids his first wife gave him are simply not enough and he must show off the power of House Hightower and more babies will surely show the stability of his house.
Ormund Hightower who develops a breeding kink after seeing his wife swell beautifully with his child, her belly round, her breasts filling up with milk to nurse another of his heirs, skin glowing and radiant and that proud glim that appears in her eyes as she rubs her belly.
Ormund Hightower that doesn't stop fucking his wife throughout her pregnancy because her cunt is so deliciously swollen from carrying his babe that he gets even more addicted to it than he was before. Whenever he can he has her on her back or on her hands and knees, careful not to squish her stomach while rutting into her with vigor.
Ormund Hightower who becomes obsessed with his lady wife —spoiling her whenever he can with the softest silks, beautiful new ribbons and sweet, sweet perfume that only makes him want to spend more time with her.
Ormund Hightower finding out he adores the smell of her skin — something entirely hers mixed with the smell of the milk that leaks from her breasts the closer to the due date she is. He loves how she smells, he loves that he partly is the reason of why it's happening.
Ormund Hightower that cannot stop himself from nursing from her breast after the baby is born, latching onto her nipple and drinking the sweet like honey and so so delicious. He loves to lay with her in their bed, head on her chest as she cradle it. It's intimate and so sensual and he loves hearing her gasp and whine while his mouth is closed around her.
Ormund Hightower pretending he has no idea what is happening while maester is surprised that her milk still haven't dried up because their babe is fed by nursemaids so why would his lady wife still produce it?
Ormund Hightower that gets her with another babe as soon as she feels strong enough to bear another, making her swell with his babe again, while carrying a squealing, giggling infant on her hip — a sight that makes his heart swell and a smile to form on his face all by itself
𝓹airing: aerion brightflame x wife!reader, maegor brightflame x mother!reader
𝓼ummary: you and aerion welcome a second child, a healthy little girl. maegor struggles with the new addition, and the subsequent less attention he receives. he can be just as pouty as his father.
𝔀arnings: fluff and a tiny bit of angst (aerion is mean to maegor), pictures are for aesthetic reasons only as the reader is not physically described, small mentions of childbirth, breastfeeding, not proofread cause i'm lazy & english isn't my first language, can be read as a standalone or follow-up to this fic. 2.4k words.
𝓷otes: this is a bit rushed and i'm not super proud of the ending but i really like this pairing so if anyone has requests for this storyline, please send them!! also big thanks to everyone who voted on the poll to name the baby
A certain stillness had taken over Summerhall. The halls were empty, and the castle itself seemed to be basking in a quiet relief, like the silence that settled after the storm. The birthing chambers smelt of fresh linens, and cloth scrubbed clean of blood. A fire burned lowly in the hearth, offering warmth for the small life that had just entered the world.
Tiny fingers flexed, a delicate hand curled around soft swaddling clothes. A girl, the maester had announced a mere hour ago, when she took her first breaths wailing. Her head of thick silver hair was visible from the cocoon she was wrapped in, the soft little wisps still dampened though the maester had diligently cleaned her of the vernix. The babe slept soundly, her small lips parted and still wet with milk from her first feeding.
“How is the little hatchling?”
Aerion's question pulled you from the peace of your mind, drawing your attention up to your husband. A weary smile pulled at your lips, face still glistening with sweat from the efforts it took to bring new life into the world. “The maester says all is well.”
Aerion only nodded, pleased with your tired reply for now. His brow wrinkled just slightly, and with a touch too tender for a man of such cruel nature, he reached out and touched the newborn's forehead. The babe stirred slightly, a small, humming sound as she shifted in her swaddling clothes and settled again. His forefinger traced her soft hairs, then down the line of her nose. His nose.
“A girl, I hear,” the prince said thoughtfully, withdrawing his hand to admire both mother and child. He had never been a man fond of soft things, but something deep within his chest tightened at the sight of the fragile being in your arms. His expression showed none of his confliction, carefully blank as he tilted his head.
“Does that upset you?” Your voice trembled faintly, eyes searching Aerion's impassive expression. This was different from Maegor's birth. Your husband had taken your firstborn into his arms, declaring him a strong little dragon. Now, there was only silence — thick and dreadfully brittle.
“No.” His reply came low in his throat, a mere mumbled word as though his thoughts were elsewhere. The babe stirred again, her small brow pinching as she blinked her eyes open. Violet irises fluttered up, a silent, innocent gaze meeting his own. Aerion swallowed. “Visenya.”
“What?”
“Her name.”
“Husband, I had hoped we would decide to-”
“Her name is Visenya.”
His tone was firm and unwavering, leaving no room for discussion. Aerion knew his children were strong, fierce dragons just as he was. They deserved names befitting of their lineage and succession. His jaw clenched, a muscle jumping along the bone as he met your gaze to await submission. You sighed, but offered a weary nod. Some fights were not worth pursuing, and this was one of them. Visenya was a strong name for a strong girl.
Aerion seemed pleased with your reluctant acceptance, a small smirk tugging at his lips before he forced it away. He looked back down at the small creature in your arms, reaching out to stroke her round cheek. “She has eaten, yes?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, laying further back against the plush pillows that had been stacked behind you, the cushion a well-needed respite from some of the ache in your spine. “I've never met a newborn with such an eagerness to feed. Even her brother was not so hungry when he was born.”
“She already has the greed of a dragon, then,” Aerion said with the faintest curve of his lips. His brief amusement was replaced with a quiet concern when he met your gaze. “You should rest. I know the turmoil of your labors has been taxing. I will see to it that the maester and nursemaids attend to you both. Here, hand her to me.”
With a quiet relief, you handed your husband your new daughter. Visenya stirred lightly, whining at the change of hands, but she settled down in her father's hold. Her small lips parted slightly around noisy breaths, her head cradled reverently in one of Aerion's hands.
It came to pass that Aerion held his greatest treasure in his arms. Not gold. Not a crown. Not a scaled dragon of his own. But her.
He leaned down, eyes fluttering closed as he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Hello, Visenya.”
Evening had settled over Summerhall, and you had returned to the familiar comfort of your marital chambers from the birthing chambers. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting odd shadows against the walls as the last light of the sun slipped through sheer curtains. It was quiet and warm and serene, and you had once again grown accustomed to the weight of an infant in your arms.
Aerion sat on a velvet-lined settee by the hearth, dressed down to a loose tunic and breeches, a goblet of wine hanging haphazardly from his grip. The arbor gold had scarcely been touched, save for a few idle sips. The prince's attention was aimed towards you as you stood over Visenya's cradle. She was cradled in your arms, her small hands curled around your breast as she nursed eagerly. His gaze couldn't help but follow that loosely-fitted nightgown that slipped from your shoulder, revealing the delicate line of your throat and the curve of your spine as he admired you from behind. The picture before him was one of softness, the warm sunlight painting your figure in an angelic view, your face pulled into a tender look of love as you tended to his daughter.
Aerion exhaled slowly, his chest tightening up once again. He had never been a man prone to tenderness, but the sight of his wife and child did that odd thing it always did. It brought up warmth, like the fire within a dragon's belly.
He set his goblet down with a faint clink, rising to his feet. He approached with slow strides, careful not to disturb the delicate atmosphere that had taken over the chamber. He stopped behind you, peering over your shoulder to watch as Visenya drank hungrily. "Always so demanding, the little hatchling," Aerion murmured, though his eyes never left the baby’s face. He stepped closer, closing the small gap, his presence looming and warm. "She has her father's appetite for what is hers, it seems.”
He reached out, not for his daughter, but to catch a stray curl that had escaped your hairpins, winding the thick strand around his finger. His touch was deliberate, a silent claim. He already envied the ease with which Visenya could command your attention, much like Maegor, yet he found a twisted sort of pride in the way their newborn mirrored his own voracious nature. "Let her have her fill," Aerion commanded softly, his voice dropping to a velvet rasp as he leaned down, his breath ghosting against her ear. He placed a delicate kiss to the shell of it. "And once the little one is sated and dreaming of dragons, perhaps you might find a moment to attend to your husband. He has been quite patient, has he not?”
“Aerion,” you said his name lightly, head tilting just a bit when his lips grazed your ear. “You know we cannot do anything. The maester says it will take my body time to heal after this birth.”
“I am no fool, wife,” he said, the words heavy with a bit of sharpness at the offense he felt. Aerion knew well enough that your body needed rest, and he had not intended to imply otherwise. “Can a man not simply hold what is his? You look beautiful like this, my brave girl. Soft with motherhood, still rounded and mine. Besides, I fear this may be the one night I have until things return to as they were. Tomorrow, Maegor will meet his sibling, and once again, I shan't be able to tear him away from your side. The little wyrm is as clingy as a leech.”
You sighed quietly, a bit of tension leaving your shoulders. It was odd that your husband was not demanding anything more from you, but perhaps that was the reward for all of the hardships it took to bring forth life. A faint smile touched your lips, amused. “Are you asking me to cuddle, Aerion?”
“Cuddle,” he scoffed, repeating the word as though it had personally attacked him. “I am not asking to cuddle, I am asking to hold what is mine.”
Your smile didn't waver, but you knew better than to poke the dragon. “That sounds lovely.”
A faint, hesitant knock on the door broke the gentle moment.
Aerion exhaled lowly, pulling away from you and Visenya with a noise akin to a growl. He reached for the iron-wrought handle on the door. It swung open quietly, his hand firmly gripping the wooden edge. Whatever frustration he had felt now mounted to its peak, glaring at the nursemaid in front of him, and little Maegor holding onto her skirts. “The boy is supposed to be in bed.”
“Y- yes, your grace,” the nursemaid stuttered, avoiding his gaze like the plague. “But the prince insisted that he could not sleep without bidding goodnight to his mother.”
“Our lady needs her rest after childbirth. You know this.”
“Yes, my prince-”
Maegor stepped forward, reached to tug on the loose hem of Aerion's tunic. His lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, his little brows furrowing as he looked up at his father. “Please, papa,” the boy pleaded, tugging on the red silk in his hands. “I want… I want to see mama!”
Aerion let out a heavy exhale, glancing over his shoulder to share a look with you. You relented, nodding. “Fine, then,” he said grumpily, guiding Maegor by the shoulder to enter the room. He didn't spare a glance at the nursemaid before dismissing her with a flippant wave of his hand. “Begone, wench.”
The door closed.
“You must be quiet, sweet Maegor,” you said gently as the boy approached. He appeared hesitant, his features — which were now beginning to look more and more like his father's with each passing day — were pinched with a quiet worry. He toddled across the bedchamber, violet eyes glued to the small form in your arms. “This is Visenya,” you explained, turning to face Maegor when he stopped by your side. “Your baby sister. Once she is done eating, you may hold her if you wish.”
Baby sister.
Those words lingered in the air, light on your breath but heavy as they landed on Maegor's ears. His frown deepened, his small chin quivering and something close to fear struck your heart. Your son looked seconds away from weeping, but startled at the sound of Aerion's voice.
“It seems you are no longer the one vying for your mother's attention. She won't have much time for us any longer.”
That did it. Something shattered on Maegor's small face, tears beginning to roll down his fat cheeks. He let out a small cry; high-pitched and hoarse in his throat before he turned away from you. For once in the two years of his life, he turned to his father for comfort, his arms wrapping around his leg.
“Aerion!” You hissed his name like a scathing scold, jaw trembling from how tightly it was clenched. Aerion had always been a jealous man, even when it came to your own son. He had always been prone to cruelties, but antagonizing Maegor was not something you would let happen while you sat idly by. “How dare you say such horrid things?”
“It's the truth.”
“No, it is not and you know it!”
Aerion pouted at that, one hand sliding down to rest upon Maegor's silver curls.
“Don't pout, it's unbecoming of a prince who calls himself a dragon,” you quipped, before your gaze landed on Maegor. He looked so pitiful, face hidden against Aerion's breeches. Once Visenya had unlatched, which only took a few seconds more, you settled her into her cradle. She didn't whimper or cry, clearly unperturbed by the chaos that had erupted around her. “Maegor.”
The boy didn't respond at first. He merely whined, sniffling against the fabric of the pants he now clung to. Slowly, hesitantly, he turned his head to meet your gaze. You smiled gently, approaching him. You offered your hand, a bridge between the distance that had suddenly been put between you. Maegor took it, his chubby hand slotting against your own as his tears began to slow. You guided your son to the shared bed in the center of the room, offering your arm to help him climb up onto the mattress.
Aerion watched from a few strides away, gaze darkened as you gently wiped away Maegor's tears with the sleeves of your nightgown. “Do not listen to your father. He says cruel things because they amuse him, not because they are true,” you urged, pressing a kiss to his forehead. You straightened up, one hand settling onto your son's small shoulder before you turned to adress both him and Aerion.
“My love is not a finite thing. It does not have to be split. All three of you are my family now, and I love you more than anything. You both should know that.” It was a statement mainly directed towards your husband, the last words laced with a hint of anger at his childish whims. “I will always have time for you.”
Aerion felt his cheeks flush with something he would not name. Guilt? Embarrassment? He blinked, avoiding your gaze as shame washed over him like a second skin. There were few who could tame the dragon, but your words made him see reason when his jealousy blinded him. He closed the distance between you, hands sliding down to gently cradle your hips as he stood behind you. “I'm sorry, my love,” he whispered so that only you may hear, ashamed that he had to stoop so low to begin with. He had been frustrated with the interruption, anger coiling in his chest when the quiet moment he had shared with you and Visenya had been shattered. But it was not fair to his son, and your words rang true in his mind. His lips found your neck in a slow kiss, a silent apology. “You just brought our daughter into this world. You should be resting, not dealing with my actions.”
Maegor sniffled, his hands reaching for the front of your gown. His little fists clenched around the soft linen. “Mama, I'm sorry, too,” he whined. He had no need to apologize, but he had watched with wide eyes as Aerion had done so first. You only breathed out a sigh, and ran your fingers through his silver.
“Now, Maegor, would you like to meet your sister?”
Baelor Targaryen x Blackfyre!reader where reader is very closed off, prickly, quick to anger, and very clearly less than thrilled about her arranged marriage to the crown prince...
Until she gets pregnant.
Suddenly, she’s kind, agreeable, and initiating pleasant conversation. And when Baelor stops summoning her to his bed chamber, assuming that would be what she wanted now that her duty was done, she begins seeking him out, looking flustered and talking about nothing, looking for any reason to stay in his company. He can see the way her eyes linger on him, he sees the way she bites her lip and presses her thighs together, and he knows what she wants.
When he finally gives in and fucks her, she’s not rigid and quiet as a corpse, instead she whines and whimpers, arching her back, clinging to him, and pulling him down to kiss her. And the next morning, he wakes to her grinding her hips against him,
He becomes accustomed to this new normal. Relishing in his wife’s affection, kindness, and loyalty.
Then the baby is born
And it’s like a spell wore off.
She’s cold, mean, and wants nothing to do with anyone in the castle, least of all her husband, and he realizes he has to get her pregnant again asap.
synopsis: maegor takes after his father in many ways - especially his love for you. children after learn from what they see and hear, and once your child begins speaking, he copies his father in his adoration. f!reader.
jealousy, jealousy by @fluttervoid
synopsis: during a feast, a moment of harmless conversation between you and a visiting lord is all it takes for aerion targaryen to start unraveling. what should’ve meant nothing becomes something he can’t ignore, and the longer it goes on, the more it begins to bother him in ways he refuses to admit. f!reader.
i'm your man by @ghostlybfgf
synopsis: the entire kingdom dislikes aerion but loves his wife, and jealousy stirs at the thought of having to share his wife with the kingdom. f!reader. (18+)
to forge a flame by @aerrions
synopsis: a disgraced lady of house peake is given to prince aerion targaryen as punishment for her family’s treason. forced into dragon colors and courtly captivity, she resists him quietly until cruelty, pride, and dangerous tenderness begin to blur. f!reader.
here with me by @captainfern
synopsis: despite your warnings, aerion drinks a powerful stimulant, and then seeks your help when nothing else seems to fix him. f!reader. (18+)
uneasy lies the head that wears the crown by @vanillamacchiatos
synopsis: a rather small but challenging argument between you and prince aerion, your betrothed, leaves you in disarray. perhaps there is more than one way the prince can make it up to you? f!reader.
mine by @myladysapphire
synopsis: no one was more grateful than you when Aerion was sent to Lys, greatful for the break form his delusions and torment. But when he returns and you both remain unwed, Aerion insists you will be his bride, he doesn’t see any problem with it, for your as helplessly in love with him as he is with you, right? f!reader. (18+)
dreamer by @sedonasummer
synopsis: aerion cares for his cousin-wife as she suffers from dragon dreams. f!reader. (18+)
she's my wife by @cosmictheo
synopsis: while lunching in the red keep’s gardens with the targaryens, ser duncan spots prince aerion behaving like a civilized man beside a kind, sun-bright lady. bewildered by the rare sight, poor dunk assumes she must be prince baelor’s daughter, patient and too compassionate—because surely no woman of sound mind would choose to spend time in aerion’s company on purpose. f!reader.
growing strong by @catbayunthestoryteller
synopsis: once married against both of your wishes, learning how to charm a targaryen prince as mad as aerion is not easy, unless you know exactly how to play the game. f!reader. (18+)
lead guitarist by @drqcaryz
synopsis: it was meant to be just a fling, just a little fun and something to take the stress away but you two got carried away, and well that was a shitty mistake. modern au. f!reader. (18+)
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