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[sereshawl-deactivated20230119]

I feel like Bradley Bradshaw is super easy going and charismatic with people he’s sexually attracted to. Someone cute he sees at the bar and wants to take home? Piece of cake. But when you add romantic attraction to the mix he’s suddenly like a new born giraffe trying to walk for the first time.

Which is why he loses all of his skill and becomes an absolute catastrophe when it comes to Jake Seresin.

(And why Jake thinks Bradley’s not into him because he’s usually so smooth wtf?)

[lilibethwrites]

Hello ! Im surprised how much im on love with Aemond right now, he's so interesting... I wanted to Ask for a scenario where he eavesdrops two Ladies and reader says that instead of being afraid and disgusted by his scar,shes more intrigued ...like she cant take her eyes from him. And now he wants to know who is so foolish. (I would probably stand still if he aproached me xD) thank you and have a nice.day

A Curse and a Blessing

Aemond Targaryen x F!Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, incest

Word count: 2023

A.N.: This was such a fun request to write! I think it's pretty self contained, but let me know if you'd like a second part to it.

Aegon II’s nameday celebrations were famed to bring lords and ladies from all across the Seven kingdoms to King’s Landing. Your mother, Princess Rhaenyra and your father, Prince Daemon were no exceptions to those who received invites. Thus, you and your step-brothers flew to the heart of the Throne for a week of feast and entertainment.

Aegon wasn’t seen much, and the conversations of the adults bore you to near death. Offers and pacts, tight-lipped smiles that hid grudges and oaths that were broken as soon as they were made. You had no taste for the arguments over who was the best swordsman of the realm or what material made the best breastplate that your brothers engaged in either.

So you found yourself among your childhood friends with whom you’d driven Septas and Maesters to madness when you were under their tutelage. Some were married, and some even with children already. Though they did not quite delve into the philosophical inquiries of just how much the realm suffered for the fall of Valyria, their gossip was suitable enough to pass the evening.

With your cup in hand, you seated yourself within the close circle that whispered and giggled.

“Oh, dear Y/N, come sit. We were just conversing on the charms of certain Princes.”

“Oh, come off it! I only said I would choose him if I absolutely had to. He is the handsome one of the three.”

“Well, I personally would give my favour to Ser Criston Cole, if you catch my drift.” one of the girls rubbed her swollen belly while staring at the man standing guard across the hall from them.

Y/N grimaced, only half-jokingly. She knew her mother wasn’t fond of Ser Criston, and neither was she.

“Jeyne, who is it that you would choose so… grudgingly? The handsome of the three?” Y/N teased the girl with a plump face and auburn hair that was held in a bun with several colourful ribbons. She and Y/N were the only ones left unmarried, and by the looks of her attire, at least one of them was determined to change it that night.

“Oh, well…” she inhaled and took a large sip from her wine. Then she took a bite from the likewise large cut of cake on her lap to stall the answer.

“You know…” Then her voice lowered. “Prince Aegon.”

Then the girls groaned jokingly and erupted into laughter. Except for Y/N who only gave her a secret, understanding smile.

“Come on now, Jeyne! HE IS—he is a drunkard!”

“And he sired so many bastards they say the Flea Bottom has turned white-haired—oh, sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N only waved her dismissively. Aegon was Alicent’s problem.

“He is at least… intact!” Jeyne spoke with a mouth full of cake. “Unlike his brother! That man… he scares me. I saw him down the hall just this noon. There is something about him—”

“You mean… Prince Aemond?” Y/N perked up. Now, that was a Prince she would converse on.

Unbeknownst to them, behind the heavy tapestry that divided a corner from the Throne Room and reserved a makeshift parlour for the guests, Prince Aemond was eavesdropping on the conversation. He was nursing a cup of wine stronger and more bitter than the ones ladies drank. Though the conversation first grabbed his attention in case a treacherous slander was to be spread—Rhaenyra and her bastard sons were invited, after all—he remained because he was simply bemused. Though he didn’t expect his name to be spoken in a conversation on handsome men and potential husbands. He leaned on of the stone pillars that held the tapestry up in hopes of identifying the ladies.

“It is the scar. Absolutely,” Suesane pointed to the right side of her face, just where Y/N’s half-brother slashed Aemond’s eye out some years back.

“Oh yes. It really is something. I sure am glad we are not to see it entirely.”

“I wouldn’t mind it,” Y/N murmured matter-of-factly. The girls all turned to her with wide eyes and raised brows.

“What? It is not as bad as you say, I’m certain. I would like to see it. I hear he has a sapphire for a right eye now.”

Aemond couldn’t fight the smirk off his face and leaned even closer to the tapestry to make out the hushed voice of his brave champion.

“Do not toy with us! Imagine him… in… you know… your bedchamber. That is dreadful!”

“On the contrary. I think his scar is… well, I think it is handsome, like him. It suits him. It adds to his charm—”

“His charm! The man is a recluse and a maimed—”

“You are forgetting yourself, Emely!” Y/N spoke up. The fierce backlash forced the girls into silence. Y/N was of the highest-standing title, after all.

The girls scrambled to pacify the tone that shifted drastically with Princess Y/N’s outburst. From the other side, Aemond was intrigued now more than ever. A girl would defend him so feverishly even when he was not around, when she stood to gain nothing from shining up to him in his absence. She truly was his champion, it seemed. Besides, who could command the silence of spoiled, empty-headed pigs for ladies? Could it be? No! No it could not be his niece.

“I only meant that I hear Prince Aemond is a skilled warrior and a scholar, too. Do not be too harsh on him.” Y/N cooled off as well, attempting to salvage the chatter that she cut with her words which might very well have been Valyrian steel.

Aemond had to find out. He had to see. Y/N was too fond of her brothers to favour him. All Seven Gods together couldn’t make her see Aemond as anything but a brute and a bully. So, against his better judgment, he lifted the tapestry. It gave some of the ladies quite the scare as they gasped and shrieked. The cake on Jeyne’s lap fell to the floor with a loud clatter. They were like skittish horses galloping away from a dragon.

“Ladies,” Aemond greeted them with a nod and a smirk. In his mind, his entrance was no cause for alarm, yet to the girls, he seemed like a barbarian Dornish warrior who was intend on having their heads. It amused him all the same that they were scared near death.

“Princess,” he then turned to Y/N who was sitting tall, though her eyes betrayed the surprise his entrance was to her.

“Prince—ahem, Prince Aemond. Uncle.”

Was he just passing by and decided to give the poor girls a scare? That was indeed like him to do so. If not, just how much did he hear?

“I heard a matter unsettled on my brother. And…” he cocked his head to the side with a mischievous, lopsided grin, staring directly at Y/N. He blinked once, twice. With each shutting and opening of his eye, his bemused expression faded into something more difficult to read, something darker that unsettled even Y/N.

“And on my scar.”

“My Prince—we—we meant no—” one of the girls babbled, but the rise of Aemond’s hand stopped her swiftly.

“Allow me to chime in. You wished to see it, dear Niece,” his hand moved up to the eyepatch.

“Avert your precious eyes, my fair ladies,” he spoke with no concern to conceal the contempt he felt for the girls. And they looked all over the room but in Aemond and Y/N’s direction.

Y/N leaned closer in her seat like a woman famished at a rich supper. She often thought about Aemond, about how things could’ve been only if Queen Alicent and her mother could get along better. She also explored her body to the thought of her uncle—more times than she liked to admit.

Then, Aemond pulled the patch off. An icy blue eye and a darker cut of sapphire glimmering in the middle of a dark trail of once-torn flesh, a gift from Luke, stared back at Y/N.

“So see it for yourself.”

One of the girls, braver than the others, tried to steal a glance between her fingers but gasped in terror and turned her head away with a shrill “Oh, Gods be good!”

Y/N took a sharp breath, though Aemond scoffed because he assumed she was just as disgusted as the rest, she only realized his scar was much more handsome than the one she imagined with her trembling hands between her legs under the covers back at Dragonstone.

“That’s what I thought,” Aemond spoke with a tinge of disappointment in his voice. Though from the beating of her heart and the rushing of her mind, Y/N missed it. To Aemond, his niece was a coward just like the rest, and she’d sooner marry a pompous lord than to look at his face again.

“Enjoy your evening, ladies. Princess.”

Y/N chased after him. There was no point in staying anyway. The silence had fallen like a heavy blanket over a corpse upon Aemond’s departure.

Y/N reached for Aemond and grabbed his arm to stop him in his tracks.

“That was unnecessary.” Yet also highly intriguing. Captivating. Seducing.

Aemond gave her a joyless smile. “I warned you so, dear Niece.”

“It was not me who needed the courtesy of sparing the scare—”

“I do not care for the other girls. You claimed you could brave it. And yet—”

“And I did, did I not?”

Y/N stepped forward, now they were dangerously close to one another in the dark corner of the hall.

“Take it off and I shall brave it again if it pleases you, Aemond.” Please do take it off so I can admire it once more.

And he did. A surprise to both himself and Y/N, he pulled the eye patch off and the flames of candles glimmered off the sharp angles of sapphire. Aemond expected that without her audience, Y/N would speak her true mind. Surely, she’d tell him just how grotesque he looked and his ugly scar would haunt her even when she would be back at Dragonstone.

Instead, Y/N stepped closer, rose on her toes to reach for his face, and gently, oh so gently, ran her fingertips across the length of the scar. Where her soft fingers ran, scorching heat came off and flowers of spring blossomed—and they withered and died just as soon as her fingertips moved on.

Aemond was paralyzed under her touch. A lesser woman would’ve screamed for her life and run for the guards or the Queen. With shaky breaths, his heavy-lidded eye met Y/N’s.

“I truly think it’s beautiful,” she whispered, openly enamoured by his charm. Her finger stopped just beneath the sapphire, her palm dangerously close to caressing his cheek. “I shall forever regret the cruelty of my brother. But I shall also envy your lady wife when the time comes, for she will get to see you as you are now, for eternity.”

Y/N’s words sank like an anchor inside Aemond. She spoke sincerely, which made her words all the scarier. Aemond was used to artificial politeness, not to words spoken from the heart as Y/N did. And admittedly, he gave very little thought to marriage. Once he realized his sapphire eye was an object of terror for women, he shut the idea out. When the time came, as Y/N put it, his mother would choose a girl profitable enough to marry. And they wouldn’t be the first nor the final miserable couple in the realm.

Yet, there Y/N was with her finger on his scar and with the impossible promise that it wouldn’t have to be so.  

“Hm. If you speak true, perhaps you know me very little, niece.”

“Oh, on the contrary, uncle. I believe I know you better than most.”

The murmured exchange was cut abruptly when Y/N gripped Aemond’s shoulder to raise herself, and Aemond’s hands reached for her waist to keep her stable. Y/N tilted her head up and Aemond down and to the side in unison, and their lips felt as if they were created for each other.

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[natashatrace-deactivated2023020]

too good to be true.

[mustasekittens]

if i don't make it back ・・・✈︎

[ song ] // it fit them too well

[hanni-simp]

I know nothing about how the military works. I do not plan to educate myself. I will write fanfiction about military men being in the military. Will I know what I’m doing? Not at all. I will rely solely on knowledge given by other fanfictions. I will not my information up to test its accuracy.

When I write my military propaganda fanfiction I will write it as god intended, uneducated and free.

[gremlin-pattie]

if you think about it, every song is actually about [current hyperfixation]

[santiagonex]

Rooster & Hangman in ‘Top Gun: Maverick’

[weewoobrainrot]

still not over the fact hangman was originally gonna be iceman's son.

can you imagine???? bc iceman and maverick obviously didn't lose touch. and mav was like a dad to bradley so whenever he met up with ice he would've played with jake. they would've grown up together. they would've been best friends. they would've talked about wanting to be naval aviators like their fathers together. jake would've been there for bradley when he found out his mom was sick. jake would've been there when bradley opened the rejection letter from the navy when mav pulled his papers. jake would've been there when bradley found out it was mav. bradley would've been there when jake applied himself. bradley would've been there when jake got accepted. bradley would've had to say goodbye to jake while he went off to live the life bradley should've started a few years earlier, torn between being happy for him and being jealous.

jake made the first call, asking bradley if he wanted to meet up for a coffee. bradley couldn't wait to catch up. they did this regularly, every friday, until they didn't.

bradley wanted to congratulate jake when he graduated, but they'd lost touch. jake wanted to invite bradley to his graduation, but they'd lost touch. bradley wouldn't see him graduate. bradley wanted to comfort jake when he found out ice was sick, but they hadn't talked in almost ten years. jake wanted to be there for bradley on the 30th anniversary of goose's death, but they hadn't talked in twelve years.

bradley wanted to be civil with jake when they got picked for the special detachment, but somewhere along the way, losing touch turned to mutual annoyance. jake couldn't believe his luck when bradley walked into the bar, there's not a man on earth that makes him angrier. they have no big reason, just little things.

jake wants to tell bradley everything, but it's too late and he's gone on the mission. bradley wanted to talk to jake, but he run out of time. everything in the past suddenly seems unimportant and really, they just miss each other. bradley hated that he felt left behind by jake when he left. they'd been best friends, and when jake went away, he started acting like someone bradley didn't know. jake was so mad at bradley for shutting himself away, but never tried to pull him back out because he though bradley wanted to be alone

bradley couldn't believe it when jake saves him. jake, his jake, the jake he lost along the way. jake couldn't believe it when he see bradley, actually alive and breathing. finally they land on the plane and they make eye contact, and the look they give each others said more than words ever could

still, afterwards, when the crowds were gone, and the sun set, and jake found himself taking a walk around the boat, eventually making it outside to see bradley, they finally talked. it was pitch black outside, it was so noisy they could barely hear eachother. but they were alone. and they were talking.

bradley finally realised how hard he'd really fallen for his childhood friend. jake soon realised he was, without a doubt, in love with his childhood friend.

[flashandtheholograms]

Various reactions to the exes being bitchy at each other

[floraermina]

you all just ever stay up at night and think about how Jake must have feel gutted when Mav chose Rooster to be his wingman. partly on the fact that he didn't get it and mostly at the realization that Rooster might die. like seriously now. especially when Rooster looked rattled and really nervous. Jake must've probably thought, "oh gods this idiot might be killed. keep your chin up come on Roo." but they didn't exactly have an amicable relationship so he just went with, "give 'em hell!" basically saying "don't die you idiot, you still have to be my wingman"

i'm so deep into the unspoken parts of this film and wtf even happened with hangman and rooster in the first place BECAUSE WHY ALL THE SEXUAL TENSION BITCHHH.

(can someone add me to a sereshaw group i need saving)

[weewoobrainrot]

i'm not joking the second top gun maverick becomes available on a streaming service, i will never be heard from again

[rooster-soup]

based on this + stills under cut bc the last frame is a bit fast

[2goodtobetrue]

Jake "I've looked at Roosters face so much because im lowkey-highkey in love with him that I can point out his dad in a REALLY blurry picture from the 80s out of a very large crowd that looks like it was printed in like 12 pixels" Seresin

[xivdl]

hungman & rooster

slight n/s/f/w if you squint

[weewoobrainrot]

it's "military progaganda" this and "military progaganda" that when really i think top gun maverick was gay propaganda

[softspiderling]

rooster: hey hangman, are you awake?

hangman: what

rooster: are you awake?

hangman:

rooster:

hangman: who the fuck do you think said what?

[h4ngm4n]

hangman is really cuddly when sleepy. like i fully believe jake has a very good sleep schedule in attempt to hide his cuddliness. maybe the first time the team ever sees him sleepy is at Hard Deck after a mission. he just quietly leans into bob or coyote and when they wrap an arm around him, he just sinks into their embrace. leans his head against their shoulder, half asleep, eyes heavy with exhaustion. very quiet and sweet, a total opposite of him normally. i mean he still tries to snark at people, cause it's jake, but all of his insults lack their usual bite. and everyone is like ???. over time the team learns what he does when he's sleepy and silently fight for dibs to cuddle him.

bonus if rooster is super jealous at whoever hangman is cuddling with