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Nettles 👩🏾🐑🐉

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My biggest HOTD fears:

1) They don't include Nettles. 😡

2) They do include her but she's whitewashed and/or given barely any screen time. 😡😡

3) They do include her with lots of screen time but they make her and Daemon's relationship sexual. 🤢😡🤮

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Absolutely exquisite!!!

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It's Visceral And It's Cruel: Possible Moment ~ Part 2

Summary: Aemond's tired of laying in bed all hard and bothered thinking about Rhaena, so he goes to her chambers and tries to seduce her. He wants to fuck her, but he wants her to want it.

Warnings: Smut and some angst!

Part 1

P.S: PLEASEE I don't even know if this is coherent! Aemond's just a little slutty simp in this. He's DOWN astronomically, Rhaena has all the power and she doesn't even know it! This is also like twice the length of the first part, so enjoyyyyyyy!

Aemond pulled his sheets off his body violently. Pulling on black breeches and a black silken shirt. He tugged on a pair of boots, fastened his leather patch over his sapphire eye and then made to slip behind the tapestry wall of his chambers. Slinking into the Maegor's hidden tunnel system. 

He knew where Rhaena's chambers were by heart, they were the only chambers connected to his directly without him having to take any turns. 

He'd walked this path before, night after night standing by her chamber's entrance just leaning against it to feel closer to her. In hopes of hearing her, maybe hearing something that would validate her equal need for him. 

But tonight, he would not wait for such an occurrence. He had no intention of waiting patiently this time. He wouldn't be deterred, he needed something tonight, and he would get it. He knew her feelings for him were true, he'd felt them. Whether her intensity matched his, remained to be seen. But he would uncover the truth tonight.

Aemond pushed the hidden entrance to her chambers open slowly, much as he'd like to pounce on her, ravish her...his approach needed to have some sort of tact. They'd only kissed three times before, humiliating as it was that he was keeping count. He figured he should keep that in mind for her sake, for while he wanted more from her, he'd wanted more for ages…he'd have to coax her.

Seduce her.

Stepping inside, he took a brief moment to take in her chambers. For, while he had thought of countless filthy things he'd imagine doing to her in these very rooms, this was the first time he'd physically stepped foot inside of them. 

And there it was, that overwhelming sweet scent of lavender and something warm, a sort of spice, it hit him instantly. 

Her scent. 

Rhaena's chambers were neat, well kept, not to his minimalist extent, but he expected as much. Most nobles were not as precise as he was. What he hadn't expected was for her room to be both adorned ornately and with a variety of green plants and vibrant flowers. It seemed slightly odd at first, but in all actuality he found it quite fitting for her. He'd learned that she'd had a fondness for plants from his sister Helaena only a few days prior, and seeing how she cherished being surrounded by them now, he'd certainly make it his mission to gift her something rare. 

He could see her book shelves adorned with floral vines that snaked around the angled joints, while the shelves themselves were filled with volumes of what he was sure were her favourite history accounts, historical Targaryen diaries and most certainly dragon bonding scripts.

A loud crackle of burning wood broke the spell he was under.

His eye followed the sound, and there he spotted her. Finally, off to the right, he saw his Rhaena curled up on the chaise near a roaring fire in the hearth at the centre of her chambers. Her dragon's egg sat in a half opened incubator case near the flames, while she read a book in kind. Her long silver locs were free from any elaborate styling, falling over her shoulders, framing her face beautifully. As the light from the fire gave her tawny skin a luminous glow. 

Surely it was a privilege and a pleasure to view her so serenely like this. He might've dropped to his knees and called her a living goddess if he was so inclined.

And he most definitely would be if it finally granted him access to her.

He felt his simple glance fall into a hazy gaze. Surely he'd observed Rhaena countless times before, watching her exist in her own world without the knowledge of his presence. And part of him liked seeing her like that, she would never know just how truly captivating it was to watch her. As if she existed in a completely different realm from the rest of the court. Even from him. 

Annoying it may be, he knew exactly why the realm's bachelors sought for her hand. 

She was singlehandedly the fairest woman he'd ever known, a graceful dragon Princess in all her glory. 

But as he saw it, dragons were meant to be with dragons. He knew this to be true, he claimed the largest dragon in the world as a mere child. He should be able to claim her, his sweet little dragon. His mother and grandfather's wishes be damned, he would not settle for anyone else. 

He deserved a Valyrian bride.

His own heavenly Dragon Princess.

She would be his. He'd make it so. 

Aemond closed the passage door behind him before stepping forward towards her. Every step closer to her shot a fiery heat to his lower belly. When his boots clacked against the stone floor, her eyes finally shot up to meet him. Her expression seemed stunned, her pale violet eyes shot wide, long pale lashes fluttering as her tantalizing lips fell open right before she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She clutched the book in her hands to her chest as if she was using it as a way to cover herself. 

"Sweet cousin," Aemond had smirked devilishly at her as his greeting, "I figured we might continue where we left off earlier today. Before you ripped yourself from me and dashed away."

The closer he got to her, he'd realized that the pale white night gown she wore was indeed nearly transparent. Causing his eye to linger on the length of her smooth long legs for a beat too long. 

Aemond swallowed deeply at the sight, licking his lips. 

"Aemond," she breathed, "what are you doing here? How did you...ugh, Maegor's hidden tunnels," she groaned, pulling her book away from her chest so she could close it and place it down.  He was starting to think maybe she hadn’t realized just how thin her nightgown was. His eye hadn't missed the opportunity to quickly snap down to her chest, though. His jaw had clenched at the sight, he could just make out how perky and shapely her breasts were. Even the faintest impression of her sleek brown nipples... pebbling against the fabric. Every breath she took drew in more of his sharp attention. 

His own breathing had become these rapid bursts that strained his chest. Making his cock twitch within his breeches, tight and trapped against the leather.

Aemond didn't wait for Rhaena to tell him to leave, instead he made big steps over to her. Kneeling himself down in front of her, to her obvious surprise, he gauged from the way her eyes had widened down at him. 

He was acting on impulse now, his body willing his decisions more than his mind. Whatever plan he had when he'd entered her rooms had faded the moment he saw just how unbelievably bare she seemed to be underneath that flimsy nightgown. 

And how here he was kneeling before her like she was a goddess he intended to pay tribute to. Which in all honesty, if she'd only spread her legs and allow him to…he would.

He locked her in place with his hands planted on either side of her legs on the chaise, "are you not tired of running from me, because I am. I know you feel for me, I'm tired of pretending otherwise." He held her in place with his gaze, both burning and unyielding. 

Rhaena's lips parted for just a moment then closed. Her fingers gripping into the hem of her nightgown as she seemed to be thinking of her response. Agonizingly slow as she was, he was too busy willing his mind to stay pure for the moment. Watching as the muscles along her elegant throat worked to swallow as she all but audibly gulped, "Aemond, you know we cannot. I'm certain my parents mean to make an alliance if not a more…proper…suitable match. Lord Cregan Stark or a noble knight" 

"Fuck the Stark hound or a fucking knight. And how are any of those options a more suitable match than me?”

“Aemond,” she sighed.

“I didn't ask you about your parents intentions for you, anyhow," he sneered, she was avoiding the obvious, "I want you to admit it. You’ve enjoyed our time together."

Rhaena's face twisted into a small scowl, "whether I've enjoyed our time or kisses matters not. We have duties, I thought you held duty above all else,"

It was true, he did. 

But clearly when it came to Rhaena…he found himself willing to risk quite a lot. But in either case, she hadn’t denied it.

Aemond moved himself closer to her, a rakish grin forming on his lips, "so you do admit it." 

With another sigh, she pushed herself up from her laid back position and scooted closer to him. His jaw clenched as she slid her legs under his arms, letting him sit snugly between her thighs. The warmth of her close proximity caused his cheeks to burn a fierce deep red. That lavender scent of hers permeated all around him now that the source was seated right against him. And that warm scent...some sort of spice...he'd die to know its name.

He kept his hands where they were, so incredibly close to caressing her thighs. He hadn't expected her to be so bold. He figured he'd have to lure her to him, coax her into giving in to him. 

He wasn't entirely sure why he'd thought so, she'd never been afraid to verbally fight him when she thought him cruel and monstrous. When he threatened her and her step-brothers upon their arrival, she'd gladly held a dagger to his throat and threatened him with equal venom. Though he'd easily batted the weapon away from her in that encounter, he still found the heated moment commendable. 

Rhaena Targaryen, she was truly a dragon incarnate. Bold, fierce and beautiful. But only when it came to him. These were sides of her he was certain were only reserved for him, for he was the only one who could draw them out of her.

She only feared him when she started to feel something for him, he was showing her parts of herself she hadn’t known existed. So she thought it’d be better to avoid him, but he wouldn't let her escape. He wouldn’t let her run from her own desires…not anymore.

Especially now that she was seated so openly against him, he hoped she'd never leave.

Aemond raised his gaze to her beautiful face, those hypnotic pale violet eyes of hers already scanning his. This was a challenge and Rhaena seemed up for it, she held his gaze for what felt like an eternity, burning him in place. He was certain she had no idea what she did to him, how she tormented him day and night with just the barest bit of effort. 

When her incredibly soft hands reached for his shoulders, slowly sliding up his neck, it drew shivers from him. His muscles tensed from her gentle attention.  

But Gods was his patience thinning, he genuinely had to fight himself just to stay still. The need to shift his breeches for they felt unbearably retraining against his hard cock. 

Aemond wanted to snap, pin her down and take what he wanted...it certainly sounded appealing. He was actively willing himself to remain calm and not tear off her nightgown. He couldn't help but wonder if she was completely bare underneath it, he couldn't tell if she'd had her small clothes on. For if she didn’t and she was bare underneath…that would mean…pressed against his abdomen, the warmth emitting from her.

Fuck...her bare cunt could be pressed against him at this very moment.  

He tried to be subtle as he glanced down at the lack of space between them. Although the moment he had, he found himself gazing straight down the opening of her nightgown. The sight of her full cleavage nearly brimming over the neckline lace caused his cock to twitch yet again. 

This was ridiculous, truly, his body was reacting as if he'd never glimpsed a pair of breasts before. 

The image of her luscious full breasts bouncing with every deep powerful thrust he delivered, flashed through his mind. He'd have her on her back, her lovely body splayed before him. The fire light making her tawny skin glow as it did now. He'd prop her hips up with several pillows, gripping into her smooth skin as he brought her curvy hips up to meet him. Sinking his thick length deep into her softness, he imagined her drenched for him, he imagined her wanting and writhing, and god how he imagined the way her breasts would sway in the momentum.

Rhaena's sigh pulled him back to reality and out of his own fantasies. He bit lip, squeezing his eye shut to will the images away. 

The warmth from her hands gently caressed his scarred cheek, coursing a path of fire along his skin. But her fingers were aiming for something, for his leather patch. 

It was instinctive, the way his body tensed and jerked back. Losing Rhaena's warmth as he did so. 

It was a truly annoying displeasure, this blasted eye was always in the way of what he wanted. A constant self conscious wall that screened everything in his life. 

Aemond turned his good eye towards her, "I promise you, it's not something you wish to see," his voice had shifted gruffly. He didn't wish to repulse her, in all honesty he hoped she'd never have to see it. He supposes in most of his fantasies with her, he'd imagined himself with it on. Though, on a few occasions he imagined she'd want him even without it.

The blasted thing, back when he hated her, he thought he might just rip off his patch, reveal his sapphire just to prove to her how she'd been the one to ruin his life. How he'd spent his life perfecting every other possible asset he had, while this one thing…this was the one thing he could not fix. Could not change. 

It wasn't the kind of thing most women would find bearable. Most ladies at court already found him frightening because of it. Though he supposed his overall demeanour did not do much to dissuade them. Maybe he didn't care to dissuade them. 

But Rhaena…she'd somehow burrowed her way into his chest, and he wanted her…he needed her…he needed her to still want him…all of him. The way he wanted all of her for himself. 

The power she held over him was unlike any other.

Glancing at over at her, he noticed her soft expression hadn't changed, her brows furrowing deeply, "I do, show me,"

"It's not...ladies are usually frightened or... disgusted," his voice had lowered at the latter half of his admission. He hated how weak it was making him feel, he came here on a mission, "I did not come here to show my eye," he hardened his voice once again.

"I'm not so easily frightened, Aemond. You know who my father is, I'm certain I've seen worse," Rhaena replied, with a sigh, "and I know what you've come for...but I wish to see all of you first."

Aemond growled lowly, he'd be no coward then. She wished to see him fully, then she would. And if her expression faltered he'd remind her of how she very clearly felt something for him. How she'd moaned for him the last time they kissed. He wouldn't have her evade him anymore.

He ripped the patch off in a fury, his jaw grinding with tension, his violet eye glaring into her pale lavender eyes. He watched as her eyes had widened at the sapphire embedded in his left socket. He had a stinging remark ready and barred on his tongue, but she'd only pulled him closer. Causing his chest to clench, his heart felt like it was in a free fall, like when Vhagar would drop into a deep dive with barely any warning. 

Rhaena's head tilted, there was no hint of repulsion in her eyes, it was as if she was examining him. Gazing at him with awe or wonder as her caressing hand returned to his scarred cheek, "Aemond, it's...beautiful. What a lovely sapphire. Haunting in a way, yes. But...one could easily get lost within it's beaut-"

He took her lips right then and there, his hunger for her finally beating out whatever sliver of propriety or sanity he had left in him. He was not gentle this time, he could not be. Especially not when she gasped and then moaned against him, her hands gripping onto his shirt before wrapping her arms around his neck. 

This opportunity would not be wasted, not this time. 

Letting his hands glide along the length of her legs, slipping under her nightgown to feel the heated smooth skin beneath. Causing a series of soft whimpers to fall from her lips, he swallowed all of them eagerly, and Gods how they sent shivers through him.  

Rhaena's hands sunk deep into his long pale hair, nails scratching at him lightly. He hissed, fuck, it felt heavenly. 

While his tongue explored her mouth with delicious need, drinking her in, devouring her truly. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and he knew he finally had her. She was melting into him and he could feel his fantasy finally becoming a reality. 

He kept her pressed close against him as he lifted her with ease, her weight against him felt so perfect…so right. As if the Fourteen Flames themselves had made her just for him. He stepped towards her feather bed, his lips never leaving hers as he crossed the room. Once he reached her bed, he dropped her down onto pale blue sheets and furs that coated it. The abrupt drop caused Rhaena to shriek his name as she panted. 

Aemond didn't waste a second, covering her immediately, peppering kisses along her cheek, then down her jaw and the gentle slope of her neck. One of his hands held one of her thighs tightly against himself, his large hand and long slender fingers were able to wrap around it almost easily. 

Aemond slid his palm along her soft skin, up along the curve of her hips then gripped into her soft waist. Her curves were driving him insane. The fact that he hadn't torn her thin nightgown from her body was a miracle. It was the only thing blocking him from having her completely bare body pressed against him. It was taking an incredible amount of restraint to leave it on her.

His other hand held her slender neck by the throat, her tendons pressing against his palm as he squeezed only lightly, drawing soft whimpers from her kiss swollen lips. 

Then he ventured further, Aemond only knew he found a sweet spot in the crook of her jaw, when she moaned sweetly for him. He smiled against her skin, continuing his exploration. 

"Aemond," Rhaena half moaned half panted, "what if...what should happen if we are caught?"

He didn't stop, he wouldn't stop not unless she begged him to. Not unless she truly wanted him to. 

By now he'd kissed his way down to her chest, so close to revealing her bare breasts to him. But he held himself steady, long enough to gaze up at her. To see her heavily lidded eyes filled with desire...desire for him. 

"Mmm, my sweet little dragon," he pressed a kiss to the peak of her soft chest, her supple skin drawing him in further, for even her skin tasted sweet, "if they catch us, they'll just have to wed us," 

Her fingers deftly combed through his silky hair, "surely our parents would fight against it. My father would sooner attempt to kill you than wed us and your grandfather would probably start a smear campaign to label me a 'whore seductress' or 'unworthy' to be your bride." 

"Our mothers are the ones with power and they want peace. My father, useless as he is, he's always wanted peace. Even if my grandfather and your father are against it. We need only convince my father and our mothers, and it could be done. Our marriage would do wonders in that regard, mending the two sides of this broken family," he smirked, undoing the buttons of her gown. Finally baring her chest to him fully, his breath shuddered at the exquisite sight, "in either case, you're far too lovely to be given to anyone else. I plan to keep you all to myself," he groaned, leaning his lips down to lavish her breast in due attention. 

Her grip on his hair tightened as he dragged his tongue across her taut syrupy brown nipple, suckling and grazing his teeth along her to draw those desperate needy sounds from her sweet lips. He slid a hand underneath her other breast, cupping the soft weight of her before massaging her other nipple in tandem, switching afterwards to lavish her other pebbled nipple with equal attention from his lips. 

Rhaena's head had fallen back against her pillows. She'd bit lip attempting to quiet her soft whimpers as her hips bucked beneath him and he relished the feeling. 

It took nearly all of his willpower to lean back onto his knees, reluctant as he was to pull away from her, he had to if he wished to see more of her. 

Gazing dreamily down at the goddess beneath him. Her plump breasts now slick with spit, her nipples now softly engorged due to his ministrations. 

Gods, she was perfect. 

He slid his shirt off in one fluid motion, satisfaction beamed through him as her cheeks burned a faintly rosy colour at the sight of his exposed skin. Her mesmerizing lavender eyes drew wide as she propped herself up on her elbows. Her fingers ghosted over his toned abdomen, trailing the line of soft pale curls that lead down his navel and beneath the waistline of his breeches. His muscles tensed under her soft touch, as he grew even more impatient for her. 

Claiming her lips hungrily yet again, his hands working to slide her night gown further up her legs and over her hips. He was aiming to pull it off her entirely, he finally had her right where he wanted her.

"I want more," he groaned against her lips. Feeling her bare breasts against his chest made his whole body burn, fueling the fire that already coursed throughout. He lowered her back down, his hands gripping her hips against him, reaching and feeling the soft plush swell of her bottom.

Rhaena's hands slid along his muscular back, giggling against him, "I know you do, I can feel it. Hard and wanting against my stomach," 

"So why won't you give in to me," he hissed, kissing down her slender neck once more, biting into her skin, marking her, before licking the bruised skin, soothing her.

She moaned softly, her nails digging into his back, "because you mean to ruin me, Aemond. Who would have me after this," 

"Me," he growled, tugging her closer, "but if you'd prefer that hound from the North or that fucking pitiful excuse for a knight, Corbray. You need only say the word, my Lady." 

He could feel Rhaena smiling in the crook of his neck, "are you jealous, my prince?" 

It only spurred his annoyance.

She found this funny.

As if he was joking.

Pulling back he growled down at her, gripping her legs unbearably tight, "I'm fucking a dragon, I have no need to be jealous of anyone. I can simply cut them down if they choose to remain in my way,"

He hoped to wipe that ethereal smile from her face, but it wouldn't budge, "oh Aemond, you're not nearly as frightening as you think yourself to be," 

"Clearly you've not been paying attention, sweet Rhaena. Most people would think otherwise. But if this is an invitation for me to be rough with you," he quirked a brow.

She only hummed sweetly, it wasn't necessarily a yes, but she hadn't refused the offer either. 

"You once called me a monster," he grinned, "I could give new meaning to the word here in this bed."

"You could, I know you wish to make me succumb to you, a blithering mess screaming your name," she reached up, holding his chin in her hand, pulling him back to her lips. Kissing him slowly with an unbelievable softness and a painful amount of care and control. "It’s not fair, really. For a monster, you are far too beautiful," she murmured against his lips.

Something within her response had made his heart soar. He knew he wasn't anywhere near the sweet pristine level of existence she glided on. She was far too good, far too just and pure for his black hearted soul. He was everything dark and macabre. Everything vicious and cruel. The nicest he could be still required violence and blood. 

But even so...he knew she belonged with him. 

Maybe he knew it all those years ago as well. 

She wanted him, she just didn’t think she could have him. As if she couldn’t see how or feel just how willing he was. If they needed to run from Kings Landing just to be together, he would. He’d steal her away to Pentos if need be, just as his namesake uncle had done with her mother. 

Funnily enough, it seemed Rhaena was doomed to fall for a man as fucked up as her own father just as her mother the Lady Laena had, just as her stepmother Princess Rhaenyra had. 

But Daemon could love, he'd seen it. 

And with Rhaena in his presence, Aemond knew did too.

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This is honestly like 50/50 on the angst to smut ratio, BUT part 3 our boy will FINALLY get some! I mean he kinda got some here, but he'll get everything he wants in part 3, and we'll be smutting it up. Like he wants he eat her out SOO badly, and I think he deserves to get some pussy.

I've also got another short smutty fic idea, this time from Rhaena's POV. Might write that one out after this one. Part 3 will probably be the end of this one.

[readsalot73]

I await part 3 with bated breath!!!😊😉👅👄🍆🍆 We know our boo, Aemond is like Courvoisier, a fine liqueur(licker)😝, ready to dip his tongue!!!!❤❤❤❤

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Arranged

To unite the House of the Dragon, Viserys declares a marriage of his second son to his brother's second daughter.

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"I do not hate you."

Rhaena sighed and turned to him, "Neither of us chose this. But I wish to make this work and for us to be partners-"

"Like your parents?"

Rhaena frowned, knowing why he was making the jab. But she had learned over the past few weeks that she should merely give it back to him.

"I do hope you do not have a second wife lined up to marry after my death." She quipped lightly and she was pleased seeing the slight quirk of his lips.

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Throw the sass back at him, Rhaena!!!😜❤❤❤ I love this, sweetie, keep them coming, I adore your Rhaena/Aemond.❤❤❤😘😘😘

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Don't Stand So Close To Me — Chapter 3

Eddie x Teacher!Reader

Chapter 3/? 3.8k. Series Masterlist

Summary: Forced to move back home to Hawkins after your fiancé cheats on you, you begin to fall in love again with an audacious 20 year old metalhead, only there’s one problem — he’s still in high school and you’re his English teacher.

Tags/cw: forbidden romance, slow burn, perv!eddie, smut (18+ mdni), true love, student-teacher relationship, 10 year age gap, mutual pining, sexual tension, emotions, drama, angst, character development, happy ending :)

Chapter warnings: SMUT (18+ mdni), m!masturbation, Eddie is absolutely feral in this chapter sorry not sorry.

Wednesday, October 2nd 1985

Eddie smacked the blaring alarm clock next to his bed. 7:10 AM. It was chilly in the trailer, and that wasn’t doing anything to help his motivation. He knew he shouldn’t linger any longer, but Wednesday mornings were always the roughest. 

Eddie had it down to a science. If he rolled out of bed at 7:10 that would give him twenty minutes to take a piss, brush his teeth, throw on some clothes, and microwave the leftover coffee that Wayne made the night before so he could hit the road by 7:30 and be at school by the first bell at 7:40. Whoever decided that was an appropriate time for anything to start was clearly a sadist. That was the plan anyway, whether he beat the bell or not was always a toss up.

He had hung around much later than he should have at the Hideout last night. Later than the other guys, anyway. Bill was there, as he always was — his favorite of the five drunks who attended his shows. 

Sometimes if the other members of Corroded Coffin wanted to head home earlier than Eddie wanted, he would hang around and Bill would buy him a beer or two and the owner would turn a blind eye. He was a gruff sort of guy in his 40s, at least Eddie guessed anyway, he’d never really asked him. He wasn’t much unlike his uncle Wayne and that endeared him almost immediately. 

So he’d shoot the shit with Bill until their beers were gone, and sometimes that would take Eddie out past 1 AM. He didn’t know exactly what compelled him to stay out so late, but what he did know was that hanging out with Bill made him feel like a real adult. Sometimes he would even forget for a moment that he had to get up at ass o’clock on a Wednesday morning and go to high school at 20 years old.

Today he made it to school by 7:43. 

By the time he parked his van and hustled into the building, the hallways were slowly filtering out, everyone headed to their homerooms before class began at 7:50. Eddie was half inside his locker when he heard his name.

He looked up to see Chrissy Cunningham walking briskly down the hall, her strawberry blonde hair looking pristine as usual, pulled back in her signature scrunchie. She smiled and waved at him, which he returned, only to see Jason Carver hot on her heels.

The truth was, with the way Eddie was dressed, most people just left him alone and that’s how he preferred it. It was by design. Chrissy sure seemed to notice him though, and so did Jason, especially after the basketball team lost their first game last Friday. 

Eddie wasn’t sure why he would be to blame when it was Jason’s own big stupid mouth that landed him in detention the Thursday before, but by the looks that Jason was giving him the past few days, it was clear to him that he had not forgotten their little trifle in English class. 

Eddie shot Jason a mocking look in response to the glare he received. It was all he could do to not laugh at how ridiculous the whole thing was. There was a small part of him that wanted to talk to Chrissy just to press his buttons but quite frankly high school drama was one of the last things he ever wanted to be involved in. 

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By the time fourth period rolled around, Eddie was grateful he’d dragged himself out of bed and slogged through the day just so he could see you.

He watched you from the back of the classroom as he did every day, cheek pressed against his knuckles.

Today all he could do was stare at your ankles. You were wearing these sharp twill pants with the cuffs rolled at the bottom and a pair of loafers on your feet, no socks. 

Eddie watched as the way the tendons your ankles flexed when you paced about the front of the classroom, gesturing with excitement as you talked about the structure of a story, the beats that keep the reader engaged, the how the theme ties it all into one nice package.

He loved it when you got like this. Loved to see the passion behind your eyes, to hear it in your voice. Loved how adorably geeky you were about literature.

His eyes traveled up your trousers and settled at your waist, admiring how they accentuated your proportions. His hands itched to hold you there.

Something about you made his caveman brain light up. 

He wondered how long it had been since someone had touched you like he wanted to.

He would take his time, slow kisses traveling from your mouth all the way down the expanse of your neck. He would use his teeth, make you tremble under his touch and hold your waist tightly against his body to brace you as you melted. 

More than anything he wanted to see you come undone. Wanted to pop open every button you had so carefully secured this morning, wanted to run his hands through your hair that you had so thoughtfully styled and leave it an absolute mess. He wanted to devour you.

And just like that Eddie was no longer in class. He was in a bed on top of you, teeth nipping at the delicate skin where your neck meets your shoulders as you meweled beneath him. He was looking down at you now, admiring how the column of your neck presented itself to him when you tipped your head back in ecstasy as he pressed his way into your sopping folds, splitting you open. 

You dropped the chalk, shaking him from his reverie.

Eddie shifted uncomfortably in his chair, he was fully hard. 

He tried looking out he window to see if he could bring himself back down to earth, but then you bent down to pick the chalk up off the floor and his mind was right back in the sewer.

He was back on top of you, rutting into you, feeling every inch of your tight gummy walls. Making you numb with pleasure, so numb that you forget that anyone that had ever touched you before him. You would cry out his name and come undone around him and he would fill you with so much cum that it would gush out of you when he finally, reluctantly, separated from you.

Eddie swallowed and shifted again, discreetly tucking his painful erection into his waistband. He looked down at his desk, hand resting against his forehead to shield his eyes from your gaze should you happen to look his way.

He fiddled with the pen sitting there, trying to distract himself from the thoughts burning into his mind. 

He knew you would be gentle. You would coo at him, dragging your fingernails softly down his back as you lay there together in the darkness, pressing kisses to his temples, his cheekbones, his forehead.

The bell rang, jolting him from his fantasy. 

He sat up straight, face flushing as the rest of his classmates packed up their things in a sudden noisy haste. His balls ached. He knew this feeling wasn’t going to go away on its own. The thoughts were ceaseless and he needed to do something about it.

Eddie shoved his notebook into his backpack and rose gingerly from his chair, following the flow of traffic going out the door.

“See you later, Eddie,” you said with a small wave as you leaned against your desk.

He waved back, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks once more. 

Eddie knew this school like the back of his hand. He knew that there was a door at the end of a hallway by the gym used for loading and unloading equipment that was typically left unlocked. It lead straight into the parking lot. 

Once he exited your classroom, he moved swiftly toward the main hallway, rounded the corner, and made a beeline for the gym. Once he got to the end of that hallway he pressed into the door handle and boom — he was out. 

Eddie’s van was easy to spot in the parking lot. He swung open the side door and crawled inside, sliding himself down the one long bench seat in the back. He shut the door promptly, thankful for the privacy that the tinting on the small  window next to him provided. The parking lot was empty anyway.

Eddie shook his head as he undid his belt buckle and zipper, he always felt so dirty when he did stuff like this but he knew that if he didn’t he would be miserable for the rest of the day, aching and unable to think of anything else, and that wasn’t good for anyone. 

He sighed as he pulled his throbbing cock from the confines of his boxers. He ran his fingers along the underside of it, eyes widening at how damp he was already. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and gave himself a few long strokes, sighing from the delicious friction. He squeezed and swiped his thumb over the tip, over the slit where the precum was starting to bead again. He was so sensitive already, he knew he wasn’t going to last long and that was probably for the best.

Typically Eddie liked to take his time, liked to tease himself. He liked the build up, liked to bring himself just to the edge and then pull back. Again and again until he couldn’t take it anymore. It made the release so much more powerful. It made every spurt of cum he earned feel like an explosion. Absolutely brain blanking. 

He shoved his pants and boxers around his ankles. It was not lost on him that he was wearing all black and he knew how much of a mess he was prone to make. 

He spat on his right hand and stroked himself slowly again while his left cupped his aching balls to soothe them. It was warm and wet and he thought about you again. Thought about how much you surely longed to be touched, about how loud you’d sigh at the first stretch of feeling him inside your aching cunt. Thought about how wet you were, how the slick would gather around the base of his cock as he fucked into you.

He didn’t even need to stroke the tip, just the knuckle of his index finger bumping against the heart-shaped underside of it was enough, that sweet ridged spot right beneath it that felt exquisite. If he wanted to he could make himself cum by just rubbing his fingertips along that spot over and over.

He wasn’t going that route today though. Today he wanted to feel as much friction as possible while he imagined your perfect tits bouncing up and down each time he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. He wanted to feel the pressure on his shaft as he dreamt about how tight you were, how you’d clench around him as you dug your heels into his ass to try and bring him impossibly closer. 

He choked up on his cock with his hand as he increased his pace, hitting that spot with his finger over and over. He was leaking again and it only aroused him more. He swiped at it with his thumb to spread it around, giving him the slip that he craved. 

He could feel the pressure start to build, the telltale ache from deep within. His left hand tugged at his heavy balls to draw them further away as they crept closer his body in anticipation, he wanted to hold out just a little longer.

Long enough to imagine rutting deep into your drooling cunt, the filthy sounds that would come from your pretty lips as he struck that sweet spot inside of you, over and over again. The squelching that would come from your swollen lips below as he absolutely reamed you.

There was an animal inside of him. He bit his lip as his heart rate increased, as did the pace of his hand. The chain on his wrist rattled in rhythm with it. He was so sensitive and so close. 

He widened his legs to gain the leverage he needed to thrust into his fist. He spat on his hand again and the wetness sent him reeling. 

“Ah, fuck,” he sighed, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. “You want me to cum deep inside you, hm?” he muttered through gritted teeth.

Suddenly there was a stretch inside. A warm, radiant tingle. “Mmm, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard, fuck.”

His left hand braced the seat, fingernails digging into the vinyl, right hand pumping furiously as he chased his climax. 

“Oh shit, fuck, fuck,” he whined, throwing his head back as he gasped. 

It was the moment right before the release that was the sweetest. The tingle he could feel radiating from deep inside like a big yawn. He liked to draw these precious seconds out as long as he possibly could. He stopped pumping his hand for just a second and gripped himself at the base to make time slow to a crawl as it ripped through him. There were no thoughts anymore, just blinding pleasure. 

Unable to take another millisecond, he pumped his hand again. He threw his head back and groaned as he felt the gooey warmth rise in his cock and explode like a sneeze from deep within. 

“Oh fuck,” he whined, panting desperately as he pumped out thick ropes of hot, sticky cum, thinking of nothing but the wave of relief he felt with each delicious spurt. 

He came so hard that it arced as it shot from his tip. He might have hit the ceiling with it, he wouldn’t know and didn’t care. There was nothing else in the world that existed outside of his bliss.

His hips bucked and he pumped his hand a few more times, slower now, squeezing out every last delicious drop as he watched the creamy fluid gather around his hand. A wave of peace washed over him. 

The beast inside him was satisfied, for now.

He flinched as he let go of his reddened cock, hyper sensitive now. He closed his eyes and sat there for a moment in silence to catch his breath and allow his heart rate to return to a normal pace. 

Once the euphoria faded, there was another wave that hit him — disgust. 

He looked around the van. There was cum everywhere. On his thighs, on the floor, somehow he managed to hit the back of the drivers seat with it. 

He sighed and leaned forward to grab a pile of McDonalds napkins sitting on top of the console between the two front seats. He wiped the cum from his hand first, then his thighs and around the base of his softening cock. 

His hair fell forward as he leaned down to pull his pants up — that’s when he noticed it.

There was cum in his hair too. 

“Ugh.” He screwed up his face in disgust and grabbed another napkin to wipe it away.

After he’d used up every last flimsy napkin for the dirty job he sat back and assessed his work. It was a satisfactory job, though he realized he really ought to get some sort of trash bag to keep in the car.  

As he sat there in the silence of his van there was another feeling that overcame him — hunger.

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Eddie managed to sneak back into the building just in time to swing through the lunch line. He grabbed a plastic tray from the stack, sliding it along the counter. The kitchen was practically empty. In fact it wasn’t until Eddie tapped his lunch tray on the counter that one of the lunch ladies even noticed he was there.

She looked up at him from the mashed potatoes she had just saran wrapped and sighed. Eddie looked at her with the most pitiful eyes he could muster and she came over, peeling back the saran wrap to plop a serving of mashed potatoes onto his tray followed by a generous helping of gravy. She turned toward another wrapped container and grabbed a fresh pair of tongs to dole out one of the last Salisbury steaks. 

“Much appreciated,” Eddie said graciously. 

He took his tray, walked swiftly toward the Hellfire table and plunked himself down in his usual seat at the head of it.

“Hey man, what took you so long?” asked Jeff.

“Yeah dude lunch is like, half over,” said Gareth with a little laugh.

“I uh,” Eddie stalled, his mind blanking, completely unsure of what to say, “Had to get something out of my van. Why the fuck does it matter?”

Gareth put his hands up and raised his eyebrows in a joking sort of way, “Just asking, dude, jeez.”

Eddie unwrapped his plastic utensils, reflecting that in hindsight he probably should have stopped at the restroom to wash his hands. He was thankful it wasn’t pizza day.

Jeff flicked at his empty milk carton, making it spin. “So I was telling Gareth that I think we should have some extra band practices this week.”

“Yeah, we could probably tighten up Hand of Doom a bit more. It was a little sloppy last night,” added Gareth, “You wanna come over after school?”

“I’ve got tutoring after school, it’s a Wednesday,” Eddie said with a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

Gareth’s eyes lit up, “Oh yeah that’s right. Lucky son of a bitch,” he said, giving Eddie a playful shove against his arm.   

“Yeah how’d you score that deal?” asked Jeff.

Eddie sawed at the Salisbury steak with his flimsy plastic knife, “It’s obviously ‘cause I’m so fucking brilliant .”

Gareth snorted, “Wish she thought I was brilliant enough to spend one-on-one time with, she’s pretty hot.”

The table responded in lewd chuckles and nods. Eddie glanced down at his mashed potatoes, offering a weak smile to join in with the others as his heart beat faster.

“Yeah well, stick around for an extra two years, then maybe you can join the gifted and talented club,” he said sarcastically, shoving a bite into his mouth. 

The steak, which was a generous thing to call it, was cold. He was too hungry to really care though. He thought of you again, leaving the noisy cafeteria behind as his mind wandered to a restaurant somewhere in another timeline. You would of course be wearing some strappy little number, laughing at his jokes in the candlelight. You would talk about your writing and use words that he vaguely understood and he would just sit there and smile. 

Jeff flicked his empty milk carton across the table. It tumbled in front of Eddie, splattering the last of its contents as it bounced off his lunch tray before hitting the floor.

The table erupted in laughter. 

Eddie swallowed and sighed.

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For the first forty minutes of his time with you it was all Eddie could do to keep his eyes on the history textbook in front of him as you pointed out key paragraphs and details that would likely come up on a test. Eddie wrote them down hastily in his beat up spiral notebook, looking up occasionally just to catch your fingers moving delicately across the pages. 

This would be a challenge on any given day, but since it was difficult for either of you to read the textbook upside down, today he was seated beside you, and that made it exponentially more challenging. 

You were doing that thing that thing where you would bite your lip in concentration as you skimmed through the text. It was all he could do not to stare.

Instead he focused on where his pen met the paper, trying especially not to think about the mess he made in the back seat of his van. He felt absolutely filthy.

He was close enough to smell you. The scent of your shampoo, your laundry detergent mingled with the warm, natural notes of your skin. He wanted to wrap himself up in it. He inched his face closer to the textbook, and your hand, as you pointed out a line about the senate in ancient Rome.  

A lock of his hair fell forward and brushed the back of your hand, but to his surprise you did not pull away.  Instead your face inched closer to the textbook. So close he could feel the warmth radiating from you. He couldn’t help but glance up. Your eyes met his for just a moment and he swore he saw your cheeks turn a deeper shade.

Your eyes shot over to the clock on the wall. “I have to get going a little early today. I’m having dinner at my mom’s tonight,” you said, clearing your throat a little. “Though if I’m being totally honest I’d much rather be here.”

Eddie sat back in his chair, brows knitting in confusion. “Can’t be that bad, can it?”

“It wouldn’t be if my mom didn’t invite this guy who I haven’t seen since middle school. Family friend, well, his mom is her friend anyway. She’s trying to set us up or something,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Eddie felt a prickle of possessiveness shoot down his spine. “Can’t you just tell her no?”

“Trust me, I want to but it’s tricky with my mom. It’s hard to explain. I just try to keep the peace. If there’s one thing she has no shortage of it’s opinions about what’s best for me.”

“Well, you’re a big girl now. You can make your own decisions.” The words escaped his mouth before he had time to consider them. He was relieved to see the smile in your eyes.

“You’re not wrong,” you said thoughtfully, “You know, moving back home wasn’t even my first choice. I have some friends in Chicago, I could have gone there. Mom thought it would be better for me to be closer to family and honestly I was such a wreck at the time I couldn’t even argue.”

Eddie folded his arms across his chest, his eyes narrowing with concern. 

“I mean at first it was comforting being someplace familiar, but at the same time it’s just…” you shook your head, trailing off. “I’m sorry. We should really be focusing on your schoolwork, not my personal life.”

“It’s fine. Besides, your life is way more interesting than ancient Rome anyway,” he said, he wondering for a moment if that was too forward to say.

You sighed, offering him a weak smile. “I certainly wouldn’t say that, and trust me I’m the one living it,” you said with a little shake of your head. “I mean I’m flattered you think so, but we should focus on getting you caught up before the test on Friday.” 

He watched your hand as you tucked your hair behind your ear, the soft curve of your eyelashes as you glanced down at his textbook. There was a trouble behind your eyes. A sadness that he wished he could mend. 

Instead he just scooted closer to you and picked up his pen as you thumbed through the pages.

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In the Eye of the Storm | Aemond Targaryen x reader | Chapter 2

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!reader

Word count: 3,845

Summary: You’re visiting King’s Landing with your family to reaffirm your younger brother Lucerys’ birthright as the rightful heir to Driftmark. During your stay, you reconnect with Aemond Targaryen. You had once been friends, but that was long ago. And the man in front of you now, is not the shy kid you used to know. Can you reconcile despite your differences or will the rift between your families break you apart?

Warnings/tags: Incest (it’s the Targaryens), slow burn, fluff, angst, violence, death, smut

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

A/N: Sorry if you're seeing this again. Tags didn't work and I've been trying to fix it.

All works are my own. Please don’t copy, plagiarize, post on other websites or translate.

‘Thank you. That will be all’, you told the maid after she had finished lacing up the back of your dress. The lady nods and silently retreats from your chambers. You scanned yourself in the mirror, feeling content with the way your silver gown looked on your body. The bare shoulders and long flowy sleeves added an elegant touch to the otherwise rather simple dress. Your long hair was flowing freely down your shoulders, only two intricate braids wrapping their way from your face to the back of your head. You reached down to pick up the delicate necklace you intended to wear tonight when you heard a knock on your door.

‘Come in’, you turned around to see who your visitor was and saw your mother stepping into the room.

‘Good evening, Y/N’, she smiled at you.

‘Mother, to what do I owe the pleasure?’, you bowed slightly, watching her come closer to where you were standing.

‘Tell me, are you enjoying your time in King’s Landing?’, Rhaenyra looked around your room, taking a glance at the book you had abandoned by the fireplace earlier this afternoon.

‘Yes mother. It feels good to be home’, you replied and a weak smile spread on the older woman’s face. You knew that your mother had always loved King’s Landing and had only left to keep the peace within the family.

‘You have been spending time with Aemond, I hear’, she stated, now directly looking at you for the first time since entering your chambers. Your mother was good at hiding her emotions and you struggled to read her. She did seem rather calm though, so you decided to be honest with her.

‘I have. It has been a great pleasure seeing him again after so many years’, you answered, keeping your eyes on every move your mother made.

She closed the gap between you too, gently grabbing the necklace from your palms and motioning for you to face the mirror. You lifted your hair out of the way and Rhaenyra found her place behind you, helping you with the necklace.

‘You’ve grown to be so beautiful’, she said, putting her hands on your upper arms, smiling proudly. Her eyes met yours in the mirror and she spoke up again.

‘Please be careful around him. He has grown vengeful after losing his eye. That is why it burdens me to ask you for what I am about to say’, your mother sighed deeply and you felt fear rising in you. What could be so horrible for her to feel so bad.

‘Your grandfather, the king, is dying and we are not united as one. I know Otto Hightower is conspiring against me and wants to crown Aegon in my stead. An alliance between the two families could save the House of the Dragon. It could end a war for succession before it has even started. This proposal has not been presented to King Viserys and Queen Alicent yet, so I am not asking you to consider a marriage with Prince Aemond at this moment. But you will keep him company during dinner tonight. Show the good will of our family to forget about the past and look into the future together as one family and one House.’

You could see the guilt in your mother’s eyes while speaking. After all, she had gone through an arranged marriage herself and it did not exactly end well. And you would lie if you said that the idea of getting married didn’t scare you. But this was Aemond, your childhood friend and companion. You knew he was still hiding behind that cold and hollow facade he had built for himself. You just had to give him time, of that you were convinced. 

‘I would be honoured to give myself in order to repair the rift that has separated our two families and protect the realm from the dire consequences of this conflict’, you said, picking your words carefully.

‘Spoken like a true queen,’ your mother squeezed your arms and smiled sympathetically at you through the mirror, ‘come, it is time to join the feast.’

A short walk later, your mother and you entered the dining room to find most of the family had already gathered. Your brothers were talking to their betrotheds while Daemon looked at them, clearly uninterested in the conversation. On the other side of the table, Queen Alicent was in deep conversation with her father. And Aegon simply kept staring at his cup of wine, trying to block out his sister-wife’s constant stream of thoughts that she shared with him without a break.

Aemond was the first one to notice you. He rose to his feet before the rest of the tables could follow suit. All eyes were on your mother besides Aemond’s. The little gulp and flicker of adoration in his eye, on his otherwise so emotionless exterior did not pass you. You tried your best to hide your smile and gave your mother’s hand a little reassuring squeeze before you both separated and walked to your respective seats.

As everyone sat down and Daemon helped your mother to her seat, Aemond pulled your chair up for you.

‘My princess’, he nodded at you, helping you sit down to keep up proper appearances in front of his mother.

‘Thank you, my prince’, you smiled at him after he had settled down next to you. Everyone at the table had gone back to their original conversations, so it was just you and him. Relieved at that realisation, you let out a small sigh.

‘Has life at court already exhausted you, my lady?’ Aemond glanced at you, a cocky grin spread on his lips.

‘It has indeed. Things seemed simpler when we were children’, you answered, reaching for your cup. 

‘You might be the only one at this table feeling that way’, he let out a bitter laugh and took a sip of wine, trying to numb some of the uneasiness of this whole dinner. 

Before you could answer, the doors opened again and various guards showed up, carrying the king inside and taking him to his seat between his wife and your mother. You knew you had seen him earlier that day, but being so close to him, you only now realised the gravity of his condition. Seeing your grandfather like this, suffering from constant pain was almost unbearable for you.

On the table, Aemond’s right hand subtly touched your left. It was the most innocent of touches, to comfort you. He saw how the king’s condition affected you. You turned your head to face him and saw worry flash through his eyes, barely noticeable, yet breaking up his cold demeanour. For a moment it felt like it was just the two of you, wrapped up in your own world, where family conflicts and social expectations didn’t exist. You could feel your heartbeat speeding up as you looked into Aemonds violet eye, trying to decipher the mischievous expression in it. 

You forced yourself to look away and bow your head when the queen called to prayer. She didn’t get very far with her words to the gods before you felt Aemond removing his hand from yours and placing it on your knee instead. 

It startled you a little, shocked, that Aemond would be so direct in front of his family, while praying nonetheless. You glanced over to him, but he kept his gaze straight ahead, eye fixated on the wall across. A cocky smirk covered his face again and you knew he was playing with you, trying to see how you would react. You placed your hand over his, gently stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.

As soon as the prayer was finished, you turned your head towards him.

‘Are you enjoying your evening so far, Prince Aemond?’ You innocently looked at him.

His lip twitched and he let his fingers glide a little further up your thigh before he met your gaze. You tried to ignore the heat you felt rising within your chest and did your best not to show him the effect that he had on you.

‘I believe this evening is turning out to be less dull than I expected’, his eyes were wandering over your body. He moved his hand from your leg and brought it up to gently touch your jaw, just below your ear. Grabbing a small strain of your hair and playing with it, he mused ‘You look beautiful tonight, Y/N.’

That made you blush. You never expected to hear him say such kind words to you. You stared down on your lap, not quite knowing how to react.

His fingers let go of your hair and chuckled softly. There it was again, that rough sound, that made your heart melt a little any time you heard it.

‘Am I making you uncomfortable, princess?’, he asked, his voice a mix between amusement and a genuine hint of worry. 

Pulling yourself back together and forcing yourself to ignore how he made you feel, you looked back up, staring right into his bright violet eye. 

‘Not at all. I am rather enjoying your company so far’, you gave him a mischievous smile and reached for your wine. 

It was only then that you noticed your brother bickering with Aegon. You wanted to intervene, when the king slowly rose from his seat. Sudden silence fell over the table as everyone stared at him with concern in their eyes, curious to hear what it was that he had to say.

‘It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world, yet grown so distant from each other in the years past’, he announced before lifting his arm to uncover his face. 

You instinctively reached for Aemond’s hand when the mask hit the table and you saw your grandfather’s face for the first time in years. A gaping hole lying where his eye once was. The prince’s grip tightened around your fingers and worry filled his eye once he noticed the tears welling up in yours.

‘My own face is no longer a handsome one, if indeed it ever was. But tonight I wish you to see me as I am. Not just a king but your father. Your brother. Your husband. And your grandsire. Who may not, it seems, walk for much longer among you’, the king spoke slowly, pain covering every word he said. You took a deep breath, trying to keep up a dignified expression and stop the tears from falling down your face. Aemond’s fingers drew gentle circles on the back of your hand, making your heart jump a little.

‘Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown, then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly’, you caught your mother’s eyes, who had been looking at you during these last few words. You knew she was thinking about the proposal she had made earlier. 

As the king finally sat down, your mother raised her glass to the queen. More toasts followed before the music finally started playing and your brother asked Princess Helaena for a dance. Scanning the room, you saw everyone smiling and enjoying themselves. At least for a short while, your families seemed to be at peace.

‘Are you alright, princess?’, Aemond's words pulled you out of your thoughts, ‘the king’s face seems to have left you rather distraught.’

His hand was still holding yours and he watched you intently. His demeanour seemed unfazed and you could not read the emotions behind his eye. But then you realised. He interpreted your reaction to the king’s missing eye as disgust, maybe even fear. So he had once again closed himself up, protecting himself and hiding behind his arrogance and anger.

You gripped his hand tighter and rested your second hand on top of his, fully turning your body towards him. As you intently focused on his eye, you tried to give every word you were about to say the emphasis that it needed, hoping that the true meaning behind them would reach Aemond.

‘It was not his face that distraught me, my prince. It was the mere fact that my dear grandsire seems to have less time left in this realm, than I had hoped he would. I regret missing so many years of his late life, hiding away in a castle, growing so distant from him’, a deep sigh escaped your lips, ‘I regret growing so distant from you, Aemond. I wish I could turn back time and act differently. I would fight harder to get them to stop before it was too late. And I would fight for being allowed to write to you after we left.’

His face was still bare of any emotion, but at least he hadn’t pulled away his hand and let you hold it. He just kept looking at you and you weren’t sure if it was to keep his feelings hidden, or because he tried to hide his hatred towards you in front of your family, even after your grandfather had left the room again.

A slight chuckle from the other end of the table brought you back to reality. You saw it was Luke who couldn’t keep a straight face and he was staring right at Aemond. A glance back at the prince sitting beside you and the table in front of you, made you realise what had happened.

You saw Aemond’s eyes darkening with anger as he pulled his hand away. 

‘Aemond, no’, you muttered, trying to reach out to his arm to calm him down, but it was too late.

His fist slammed on the table and he got up with one swift motion, holding out his cup.

‘Final tribute’, he announced, ‘To the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise, mh, strong.’

‘Aemond’, the queen warned and you looked up at the prince beside you, hoping he would stop.

‘Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys’, Aemond declared. All eyes were on him and the mood had instantly gone foul.

‘I dare you to say that again’, Jace yelled at him, bitterness in his tone.

‘Why? It was only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?’, Aemond innocently asked, taking a few steps towards your brother. And then, within seconds, Luke had gotten up to help his brother, but Aegon immediately grabbed him while Jace swung his fist, punching Aemond’s face, who seemed rather unfazed.

You heard your mother shout and got up yourself, trying to make your way towards Aemond, who simply shoved your brother before the guards could intervene. When he turned around, the prince gave you a wicked smirk that broke your heart. After all these years, he was still in pain. But those were your brothers he was attacking. And you couldn't just not protect them. For once, it was your face that had frozen and lacked any emotion towards the man you had missed so much for far too long.

Alicent joined you both, scolding her son who seemed to show no remorse whatsoever, simply stating that he intended to show how proud he was of his family.

He turned again, facing your family, taunting them some more and just as Jace was about to hit him again, Daemon intervened, stepping in between them and giving Aemond a menacing glare, waiting for his next action. But nothing happened. Rhaenyra had sent your brothers to their chambers and Aemond simply left the room, seemingly not wanting to start a fight with his uncle.

You overheard your mother and Alicent talking about leaving King’s Landing again, before you decided to excuse yourself. As you walked away, Daemon gave you an empathetic smile.

As soon as you had left the room, you let out a deep sight, suddenly feeling very exhausted. But you couldn’t bear the thought of retreating to your chambers now and leaving the Red Keep without speaking to Aemond first. 

You were convinced that he would not have gone to bed yet, so you wandered around the castle, hoping to find him when you heard the faint sound of metal clinking in the distance. The courtyard, you thought, and walked that direction.

And indeed, as you stepped out into the cold night, you saw him there, repeatedly hitting the wooden training figure used to practise sword fighting. His face was anything but emotionless, nothing but anger visible in the way he carried himself.

You watched him for a while, impressed with his skills but also feeling bad for him and the unresolved conflicts he kept carrying with him wherever he went. He noticed you as soon as you started walking towards him.

‘Don’t. Leave me’, he growled, not bothering to stop hitting the figure in front of him.

‘We’ll be leaving on the morrow’, you simply said, not being able to hide the sadness in your voice.

He sighed. Breathing heavily, he finally stopped moving, his sword still in his hand, hanging lazily by his side. His head fell forward and he looked utterly defeated. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around the man in front of you. But you still couldn’t believe the words he said to your brothers earlier in the evening. You couldn’t just pretend that nothing had happened.

When he didn’t say anything, you took another few steps towards him. This time, he didn’t tell you to stop. He didn’t even react to your presence. 

‘Why did you say those things, Aemond?’, you asked him, feeling tired and upset by how the evening had gone.

Still, he didn’t react, leaving you to talk to yourself. As you took another few steps towards him, this time ending up just a few inches away from him, looking into his face that told a tale of anger, confusion and deep sadness. ‘He was wrong for laughing. He should not have made fun of you. And it pains me to see how much you're suffering. You were wronged that night my brother took your eye and I should have protected you more. But if not for the sake of our families, then for the safety of the realm, you have to let go. For if we are not united, we will push the kingdoms into war over the line of succession’, you urged him.

‘How am I to let go if everyone I know looks at me with nothing but fear, disgust and hatred?’, he hissed. You were suddenly very aware of the sword he was still holding. But you had to trust that Aemond would not harm you.

A weak laugh fell from your lips. ‘Aemond. My prince, I have never felt anything but love and kindness towards you’, you reached out, cupping his face with your hand, ‘if they won’t understand you, then I will. I can’t make the past right, but I am by your side now, free of any negative emotion.’

He slightly twitched beneath your warm palm, fighting the urge to pull back when your fingers touched his scar. You were gently stroking his cheek, as if to prove that you were not afraid of him, or the way he looked. He slowly melted into your touch, embracing the love you were showing him. You realised that this was probably the first time since he’d been a child that anyone cared for him in this way. His eye was focused on yours and you could tell he was fighting with his feelings. You could feel his jaw clench under your fingers and there was still some anger in his eyes, so you kept talking, trying to get him to finally react.

‘My mother had made a proposal to me earlier. Though, as we are leaving in the morning, I do not think it will be fruitful’, you dropped your hand from his face and bitterly laughed. Staring at the ground, a sudden wave of sadness washed over you. 

You sighed and looked back at him, ‘she had suggested a marriage between our two families to unite the House of the Dragon once again.’ Your voice was barely noticeable but he heard you. Shock covered his eye and he opened his mouth as if to say something, before thinking about it again. So you both just stood there staring at each other in silence. So much left unsaid between you both. He was standing so close to you, but it felt so distant.

When you noticed that Aemond still refused to say anything, you faintly nodded, admitting defeat. As you turned around and started to walk away, you heard him sheath his sword and shortly after felt a hand wrapping itself around your wrist.

‘Wait. Please’, he muttered quietly. 

You refused to turn around, ready to close this chapter and forget about any feelings you may harboured towards Aemond, as they didn’t seem strong enough to combat that deep anger that was living inside of him. 

‘I do not wish for you to leave’, he admitted, not letting go of your wrist. A frustrated groan left his lips, ‘I admit, I could have handled this evening more dignified. But one day with your support does not make up almost a decade of fending for myself.’

You slowly turned to face him again, glad that he started opening up to you. Your heart broke at the words he chose, finally knowing that he had felt abandoned all those years.

‘I hope that one day, we will get the chance to make up for everything we’ve lost’, Aemond took a step forward, closing the gap between you both. You could feel his breath on your face and his eye desperately staring straight into your soul.

He lifted his hand up to your cheek and slowly drew his fingers across your skin, never taking your eyes off you. Once he reached your chin, he gently lifted it and bent down to you. His mouth hovering over yours, he briefly hesitated, waiting for you to pull away. But when you didn’t, he pressed a soft kiss on your lips. It was gentle, but full of emotion. You could feel his devastation and regret, his anger but his also undying affection for you all wrapped up in one innocent kiss.

And then, before you could even open your eyes, he abruptly pulled away and walked towards the castle, leaving you alone in the courtyard. The sudden cold had shivers running down your spine. You brought a hand to your lips, softly touching them, trying to verify that what had just happened was real. A small sob filled the air as you tried to keep your feelings inside, fully aware that you would not see Aemond again for the foreseeable future.

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Through The Fire ( Series)

(Previously every little thing she does is magic.)

CHAPTER 3 - PRETTY

Eddie Munson x fem. Sinclair/black reader

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Description: While he still can’t believe you offered to tutor him, Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to it.

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“So she just showed up to your house?”

“What for?”

“That’s kinda hot.”

“Dude, is she stalking you?”

Gareth and Leo were firing questions at Eddie after he told them Y/n Sinclair randomly showed up unannounced last night.

“She’s hot.”

Ok, Leo was asking question, Gareth was being a perv. Eddie shot him a look causing the aforementioned to cough clearing his throat a bit.

“How did she even get your address?” Gareth finally asked something reasonable.

“Shit if I know,” he mumbled gnawing on his thumbnail eyes focusing on the blank space on the table. That was something he hadn’t really given any thought to until now.

How did she get his add-

“I do” Jeff interjected while munching on his sandwich.

It was the first time Jeff said anything since Eddie began telling them what happened. The other 3 guys just sat there, staring and waiting on him to continue. Jeff, none the wiser, just kept eating as if he hadn’t said a thing. It wasn’t until one of them obnoxiously cleared their throat that he looked and noticed them stating him down.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, you know what?” Eddie’s brows furrowed as he awaited clarification.

“I know how she got you address,” Jeff repeated as he continued to eat.

Silence again, if it didn’t last for long as Eddie slapped his hands on the hard enough to capture Jeff’s attention.

“Care to share with the rest of the class, dear Jeffery?”

Jeff huffed. Clearly irritated seeing as all he wanted to do was finish his lunch, a tad bit hangry since he hadn’t had breakfast that morning.

“She saw me outside yesterday after school and asked me where you lived.” He answered dryly.

“And you just gave it to her?!”

“That’s gotta be some kinda guy code.”

“Off with his head!”

“Do we have a code?”

Mindless chatter continued the guys taking shots at Jeff before he finally waved them off.

“Okay, okay fine, she shows up then what?” Jeff arms motioned them to quite down agitatedly, giving Eddie his full attention. “What did she want?”

“You have yo swear not to tell a soul.” He spoke with a hidden warning.

It wasn’t that Eddie was embarrassed he needed a tutor. Hell, he’d do whatever was necessary at this point as long as he passed and got the fuck out of Hawkin’s. He just didn’t want anyone to know it was you.

“Scouts honor.” Gareth held up his hand.

“You weren’t a scott Gareth.”

“How the fuck would you know Jeff?!”

“Will you two just-“ Eddie shushed while animatedly waving his hands around, only continuing once they quieted down. “She offered to tutor me.”

“What’s the catch?” Voiced Leo after a beat.

“That’s what I said? ‘Cept, she said there isn’t one.”

“And we believe her?”

“I don’t know,” but I want to he thought. “Could be a prank.”

“A sick ass one.”

“I doubt if, I mean she’s not even sitting with them now.” Jeff gestured toward the popular table, the remaining boys turning glance.

“True,” Gareth whistled.

“She doesn’t unless they have games.” Jeff added.

“Also true.” Eddie hummed to himself.

“I mean you do need to pass,” Leo chimed in.

“True, alllllll true.”

There wasn’t really much to think about when it came down to it. For one, he had already accepted your help. Yeah he could change his mind, but what good would that do him? Besides, you had honestly never been anything but nice to him, and at this point, he didn’t have much more to lose other than another shot at his getting his diploma. He had more to gain than anything when it came to the possibility of graduating.

“Well comrades, I’ve got to run.” He knocked on the table before backing away from it.

“Where you going?”

“To do laundry.” He answered before turning and going for the exit that would lead him to the packing lot.

“Anyone wanna tell him its kind of nuance skipping school defeats the purpose of getting a tutor?” Jeff commented after another bite of his sandwich followed by a brief pause.

“Nahhhhh,” they all say at the same time.

It was 5:30pm when a knock on his door was heard. A moment passed before the door flew opened revealing Eddie with a grin on his face.

“Hey pretty.”

“Pretty?” You repeated with a raised an eyebrow.

That was new.

Yeah, he called you pretty yesterday but you knew it was an accident. Now he was being bold?

“Listen, we,” he used both index fingers pointing between the two of you. “ both know that you’re pretty. So let’s just do this the easy way.”

“The easy way being?” He shrugged.

“You accept it and answer me when I’m talking to you.”

“Eddie.” He winced at your tone.

“Sorry! Too far?”

Eddie, having not really known you, was having a hard time gauging if you were serious or not. You seemed playful enough but he’s was still learning you and seeing as you were helping him out. The last thing he wanted to do was overstep. Finally he was able to release a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when you broke out into a smile.

“Aren’t you quick to become submissive,” you lightly tap his cheek, adding ‘it’s cute’ as you walk into the house past him.

Closing the door behind you he exhaled deeply, relieved. Shaking his shoulders and arms to expell himself from the nervousness his was feeling, he took the lead and showed you to his room once more. When you got there you took in how it was noticeably cleaner than it was the other day. He even made his bed, most importantly it looked he even had clean sheets. You looked over at Eddie to see he was already looking at you, leaning an against his dresser.

“You’re a good listener when you wanna be.” You smiled at him.

“Just fulfilling the lady’s request.” He shrugged as of it were nothing, hands tucked under his arms. “Can I get you anything?”

“What ya got?” You began to unload the content of your bag on the bed.

“Uhhhhh-“ he dragged the noise out as he made his way back to the kitchen area to figure it out.

“Water, beer, and water.” He grinned sheepishly poking his head around the door.

“Waters fine, thanks Eddie,” you stifled a laugh as you replied.

In less than a minute he returned with a glass of water as well as a few miscellaneous snacks on he tossed on the bed. If he was going to be able to withstand the torture that came with studying he sure as hell wasn’t going to do it with out snacks.

“You really do this studying thing huh?” He asked rhetorically handing you your glass of water. “Take it pretty serious?”

“Serious enough to know I’m graduating.” You responded with a raised brow before sipping your cup of water.

“Touché.” He coughed awkwardly.

Smirking to yourself you went back into your bag making sure you had everything out the two of you would need for the study season.

“What are those?” You could tell he was smiling without even looking at him as he grabbed your glasses that sat on the book in front of you.

“My glasses.” You stated obviously watching as he held them up examining them as if they were a foreign object.

“Well aren’t you just as cute as a button,” he bopped your nose before putting them on himself, “ anddddd blind as shit. God you can’t see a damn thing.”

“They’re for reading.” You reached up to attempt to take them back.

“Aww, I’m sure they are princess.” He continued to tease.

You rolled your eyes before setting him with a look that had him biting back a smile and failing. Admittedly it was contagious and you found a small on your lips.

“You’re gonna be a pain in my ass, Munson.”

“The best kind.”

The two of you just stare at one another before bursting out laughing.

“God that was horrible.”

“Not my finest moment I’ll admit but it made you laugh.” He confessed sending you a wink.

“Are you always this much of a flirt?” You asked trying to cover your blush.

“Only when I’m given this much attention.” He shrugged.

Which was 100% true.

Eddie was far from the type to get this much attention from girls, especially on a regular basis. There were the girls who would give him the attention at random one of gigs which were far and few between. The new ones that would turn up at school and chat with him before they were ‘saved’ from being condemned to hell. Lastly, the ones who would entertain him whenever he was with Reefer Rick at his house or some older party. You seemed to be doing it willingly.

“Well why don’t you try giving that attention,” you snatched your glasses back. “So you can be given a diploma, hmm?”

“Yes ma’am,” he groaned.

Smirking you patted the spot on the bed next to you tell him to sit.

“So let’s get started.”

You took things slow with Eddie, figuring you’d need a little while to figure out what kind of learner he was. You read two chapters with him and took a bit of time two ask him a few question every page to make sure he was following you. From the first chapter you highlighted the key points and definitions the two of you discussed and handed him blank flash cards to record the information on.

“So why am I making flash cards?” He asked 5 minutes into it.

“Because you’re the one that needs assistant.” You put your glasses on the top of your head. “Supposedly writing down information can help you process and remember it.”

“Process and remember…”

But I did help you out of it and highlight some of the key names and things you need to know in this chapter.” You added sensing he may be overwhelmed. “You make them so you have them to review later. Not do you process it all in one go. Relax.”

After another hour of studying, you asking him questions here and there, and moment of peacefulness where nothing was heard other than Eddie’s humming, scribbling, and the sounds of you highlighting, you were both were tired. Deciding that was enough you call it a day.

“Oh thank god!”

“I don’t think we have another test for a week so we still have time for the other chapters focus on those whenever you get random time over the weekend or not I’ll give you the highlights for the next chapter on Monday.”

“Come again? What do you mean on Monday?” He asked incredulously. “You giving me homework Sinclair?”

“Well you won’t do hers out of some weird rebellion thing-“ you were referring the Ms. O’Donell.

“Correction she’s my arch nemesis, by law we don’t get along?”

“Arch nemesis?”

“I don’t make the rules.” He flicked your ear while helping you get everything together.

“Well a passing grade grade is 80% homework and 20% test. Focus on those rules.”

“Oh. The more you know.”

“Do your homework Munson.” You flicked his ear back. “Senior year. Lucky you, we don’t have much of it.”

“Okay, okay, okay.”

You finished packing up the bit you came with before the both of you stood up, Eddie, ever the gentlemen, began walking you to the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at school?”

“No sir, the question is will I see you there?”

“Yeah pretty, I’ll be there.”

“You better.” You quipped, throwing your messenger bag over your shoulder. “Don’t wanna add yet another reason to their long list on why that should fail you and hold you back again.”

“Christ you’re full of Low blow!” He threw his hands up exasperatedly as you passed him, stepping out the trailer.

“You love it.” You winked before getting in your car.

Eddie had absolutely no plans on admitting to anyone that he had trouble sleeping because he couldn’t wait to see you. But it was true. While he knew things in school wouldn’t be much different just because you were tutoring him, he found himself very much looking forward to the usual small interactions the two of you would have since you became locker mates.

“Munson.” You acknowledged his approaching figure as you shut your locker.

“Pretty,” he gave you a knowing smirk as he opened his locker.

Playfully, you rolled your eyes but kept it moving down the hall way, knowing there was only a few minutes left til class. Eddie’s eyes followed you down the hall before he finally turned back to his locker he noticed a small, neatly folded piece of baby sat right on to of his things. He frowning knowing he hadn’t put it there figuring someone must’ve slipped it through the small vent in the locker door. Slowly, he closed his locker only to find Gareth standing right there.

“Hey Eddie!”

“Mother of-“, he gripped his friends shirt tightly, startled before effortlessly pulling him forward. “Don’t. Do. That.”

He released him, pushing him back slightly, Jeff laughing while helping Gareth keep his balance.

“Heyyy,” he complained.

“You need a bell Gareth.” Eddie mumbled focusing back on the small piece of paper in his hand.

“I said the same thing,” Jeff chuckled and Gareth scoffed.

“so, how’d it go man?” Gareth repeated.

But Eddie wasn’t listening. He was too focused on the words written in cute and legible cursive.

Good luck, Munson. Remember. Take a few deep breaths, think of a song. ground yourself. And focus

“Eddie!”

“Huh?” Jeff and Gareth shared knowing looks before the latter repeated his question yet again.

“For the last time dude, how’d it go?”

He paused, rereading the note once again, hearing your soft encouraging voice in his head. He hadn’t even notice Jeff and Gareth peering at the note over his shoulder. With a sigh he finally answered.

“I may have a small crush-“

“Large.” Jeff corrected.

“Extremely large crush on Y/n Sinclair.” He confessed.

Before either of his friends got let out their teasing comments, Eddie was shoulder checked, hard. He didn’t have to turn around to know who the culprit was but he did anyone meeting the asshole face to face.

“Watch it, freak.”

Jason and friends push past, glaring the three Hellfire members as they do so.

“Anddddd you’re screwed.” Jeff added putting a hand on his friends shoulder.

“Yep! I’m screwed.”

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To Have and to Hold

Aemond Targaryen x F!Velaryon (Strong)!Reader

Warnings: violence, NSFW, incest

Word count: 3583

A.N: Reader is the middle sister of Lucerys and Jacaerys. This is a good old enemies-to-lovers story with a happy ending.

The family was gathered around the painted table. Plans were made and changed and remade altogether in mere seconds, the lords loyal to your mother scrambling to do everything all at once to secure her rightful claim to the throne.

“Send us, mother. Dragons are faster than ravens,” Jacaerys insisted when the matter of reaffirming old oaths came up.

On your mother’s command, he was to fly south and Lucerys was to fly north, to Storm’s End. Luke agreed to the task, yet you could tell his hesitance from the way he tried to conceal his fidgeting. The rattled nerves made him seem smaller than he was as he hunched over, nodding to the duty given to him.

So you stepped up, though only after the meeting was adjourned. Lucerys was too proud to allow what you have intended otherwise, but you were too fond of your baby brother to let him fly through the treacherous weather of the North alone.

“Mother. A word, please?”

Rhaenyra intended Lucerys to familiarize himself with diplomatic duties which were sure to come in waves following her own coronation. Your proposal was compelling nevertheless. Storm’s End was a flight too difficult for your younger brother to make alone, and you as his companion might soothe his nerves and might even compel Lord Borros Baratheon to be kinder to the message you were to deliver.

“Very well, then,” Rhaenyra reluctantly agreed to your proposal but only on the condition that you would go in peace: as envoys and not as warriors.

The flight to Storm’s End was uneventful. With jokes and friendly teasing, it almost felt like your regular flights above the Dragonstone on beautiful mornings and starry nights. Except there was strong wind and downpour all at once, and Lucerys became quieter as you approached your destination.

“Come on, Luke. I will race you to the courtyard!”

Your dragon was older, not big enough on her own to be considered mature yet, but bigger in comparison to Arrax, which made Arrax faster in contrast.

So Luke landed first, and you were mere minutes behind him.

“Well done, brother. You beat me. You shall have my slice of the pie this supper.”

But Lucerys didn’t seem excited about what would make him jump up and down if it were any other time. He didn’t even smile. He was facing his sister with a hand gripping the saddle on Arrax and the other clutching the hilt of his sword, but his young face was contorted in concern as he looked through her. If you hadn’t known him better, you’d almost misread it for fear.

“What is it?” You asked, but Luke only remained motionless, looking beyond to the walls of the keep.

It was then that you saw it in the flash of lightning that lit up the sky for a moment. Vhagar. She was big enough to make the outer walls of the keep seem like miniatures. You gulped, though remained stoic on the outside for the sake of your younger brother. You accompanied him to support him, not to plummet him down into the endless pit of fear. Vhagar meant, however, the Prince you’d rather see the least had beaten you to Lord Borros. You only hoped he was given a chamber of his own, and you’d deliver your message and slip out without ever facing him.

“Come on, Luke. Let us haste. Mother’s expecting us back for supper.”

The dark and empty hall was as hostile as its Lord. And in the corner stood Aemond Targaryen with one of Lord Borros’ daughters. She seemed tense. You could tell, because so were you.

“Come on, Luke.” You nudged your brother, and he held the sealed message out for the guards.

As the Maester to Lord Borros slowly dragged his feet to his master’s seat and relayed the message to him in hushed whispers, your eyes were trained on Aemond’s. He stood tall and proud, looking at you and your brother with disdain in his eyes and disgust in the way his lips curled up.

Luke clutched his sword once again, and you squeezed his shoulder. “Let go of it, brother. Remember your oath to mother.”

With Luke unable to marry, Lord Borros without a son to offer you, and most importantly, with sweet promises laced with poison seeping into his ear all the way from King’s Landing, Borros Baratheon broke his oath. On any other day, you’d remain and quarrel, threaten the Baratheon forces to bend the knee to the true Queen and not to the Usurper King, but on that day, you wished nothing more than to escort your brother out to safety.

“We thank you for your consideration, Lord Borros,” you spoke without reverence. A turncloak deserved only the traitor’s death. But you’d return for it another day.

Meanwhile, Aemond’s gaze burned into the back of your head as you put a hand on Luke’s back to signal him it was way past your time for departure.

“Wait, my Lord and Lady Strong!” Aemond’s humiliating tone echoed off the walls.

“Luke—”

Fiery as ever, Luke shrugged your hand off and turned on his heels to face Aemond.

“Mind your tongue! Apologize to my dear sister right now!”

“Hm. How about you apologize to me for trying to steal my brother’s crown, traitor?”

“I will do no such thing!”

“Then you are a coward as well as a traitor and I will have your eye, bastard.”

Aemond ripped the dagger from its sheath and threw it flying towards Y/N and her older brother.

With each lightning that struck, the sapphire eye in place of the one Luke once slashed out glimmered. It seemed as if it had a mind of its own, no doubt just as vile and dangerous as its owner.

“As payment for mine.”

“No,” Lucerys stood his ground.

Aemond all but jumped forward then, spurred on by the courage of a boy he saw inferior to him in all regards. Lucerys to stand against him, tall and proud, was a massive hit to his pride.

As Aemond picked up his dagger and moved for Lucerys, you stepped in between your brother and uncle.

“NO! No!”

Your intervention caught Aemond by surprise. He was intrigued, amused, even. What a fine, fiery woman his nephew has turned out to be. Shame she was a bastard all the same.

“Please— Aemond. My Prince. Please—”

“What? Do you plead to pitch in?” he stared into Y/N’s eyes then. He was unyielding, unflinching.

“Luke, go. I command you. As your sister, I command you to leave!” You pleaded with Lucerys, but he stood unmoving behind you.

“Lucerys!”

“No…” Aemond was amused. “No, your eyes are of no value to me. I want his eye!”

Luke would have escaped had it not been for his older sister. He would have turned around and made it to his dragon as you demanded. Yet, only a few acts were more loathsome than leaving kin to the wolves. Besides, Rhaenyra would’ve shredded him to bits and fed him to Arrax for all to see.

So Luke kneeled to take the dagger. Aemond’s request was fair after all.

“Perhaps not my eyes,” You spoke hastily with your hand wrapped around Luke’s wrist in an effort to stop him.

“But demand what you deem worthy of me and you shall have it. I beg of you, Aemond. Let my baby brother return to our mother. He came only as an envoy. He means no harm to you.”

“Hm.” He seemed to consider the offer genuinely that time. “As if you could harm me if you tried. Well, it seems the girl has bigger balls than you, bastard. You’re strong only in name, Lord Strong.”

Then he turned his attention back to you with a cruel smirk that pressed his lips into a thin line.

“You would trade your life, no matter how worthless, for your bastard brother?”

“If it is my life you demand, you shall have it. But allow my brother safe passage first.”

It was Lucerys’ turn to protest then, but you took a step forward, hoping that Aemond would be merciful enough to at least spare your brother the grim sight of the execution of his sister.

“I won’t kill you, dear Nephew. Oh, no. That would be entertainment for what? an hour? No, I will marry you,” His eye widened and he grinned as if a child got a platter of cakes and pies all to himself.

“Go on, then, pup,” He nodded to Lucerys pulling at the sleeves of your damp travelling coat, begging you to stop.

“Go with your worthless life and carry the heavy news to your false Queen—that her daughter is to be defiled by Prince Aemond. Perhaps she will be overjoyed to see what true Targaryen offspring looks like.”

You were trembling then. From standing in a stone hall, dripping head to toe from the downpour you have just escaped from, or from the cruel design Aemond has traded you for your brother’s eye, you didn’t know.

Your brother was looking at you incredulously, clutching Aemond’s dagger with his shaking hand.

“Go—go, Lucerys,” you mumbled between shaky breaths that threatened to explode into a sobbing fit. “You’ve heard Prince Aemond. Relay the news to the Queen.”

“Sister—I won’t leave you—”

“How sad,” Aemond spoke joylessly, mocking Luke with his lips downturned in an exaggerated fashion. “Will you cry, pup?”

“Sister, I shall return. I promise—”

“You will do no such thing, Lucerys,” your back was turned to him, your tears concealed from his vision. “Now go.”

“Oh, and I will have this back,” Aemond reached behind Lucerys, tearing the dagger from his hand and sheating it back to its place on his belt.

Aemond took his leave after Lucerys’, all but dragging you to Vhagar. You grappled to reach for your own dragon but to no avail. Aemond’s vice grip would sooner rip your arm from your shoulder before he let you loose.

“Did you think I would let you fly on your own? What do you take me for, a fool?”

“No. You are no fool. But you are a cruel monster.”

It seemed to please him, and he snorted.

 “A monster who is nought but a bully had it not been for his dragon!”

That, however, seemed to have gotten to him. He stopped in his track under the downpour abruptly and struck you across the face. It was your time to grin. For all his quiet mystery, his underbelly was clear as day.

“My Prince forgets who was there on the night he usurped Vhagar from her rightful successors. You were but a scared child who stole what you did not deserve.”

His fingers wrapped around your neck, squeezing so tight that your vision soon turned blurry and you gasped desperately, clawing at his on your throat. There was nothing but fury in his eye, wide with surprise that a woman would speak so plainly to him, and red with rage and the rain.

“Speak but another word and I shall send your skull to your whore of a mother!”

He let go and you collapsed to your knees, coughing and gasping for air. Then came waves of hiccups and sobs, not out of fear or misery but out of utter wrath.

“Save your tears. If it is sympathy you hope for, you shall get none from me. You are a foul bastard just like the rest of your brood and you shall be treated as one.”

Deep down, however, the deal he had just struck excited Aemond. His mouth watered at the thought of his reluctant but fiery bride in their marital bed, as they consummated the marriage and repeated the act over and over again until her belly was swollen and ran around the Red Keep children of Aemond’s own.

She was still a filthy bastard in his eye, yet if he had to choose one of his nieces to tolerate, he’d gladly choose Y/N over the others. Back when they all grew up on King’s Landing, he did have a crush on her, after all. Though it was silly, and he ripped the roots of it long ago. At least he thought so.

Something about her dark hair, livelier complexion, and eyes… her eyes. The defiance and pride in them. And she was brave; braver than most, braver than even his drunk, sorry excuse of a brother and father.

Back at King’s Landing, Alicent was rightfully outraged by the turn of events. Of course, you didn’t expect a warm welcome from your mother-in-law, and you didn’t get one.

Most of your days leading up to the wedding were spent in a chamber of your own with your door locked and latched on you and with a Kingsguard standing watch at all times. It was lonely, except for when Aemond came to visit, which he did almost every night.

He sat by the fireplace and you sat on the bed. Though at first not a lot of words were spoken, soon you realized just how much his conversation entertained you, and that you looked forward to his visits.

It was one of those nights that he stopped by with a heavy book under his arm.

“I had the Maester copy this for you,” he spoke dryly, but he had a hint of a self-satisfied smile on his lips.

He set the book down on the table and flipped through the pages.

“If you put your nose to it, you can still smell the ink.”

Aemond didn’t expect you to indulge him the way you did. You walked up to him, and with your cheek to his, joined him in inhaling the scent of ink on parchment pages.

“What is it about? The book?” You asked with genuine interest, flipping through the pages as Aemond pulled away to look at you incredulously. You weren’t resisting him, dismissing him, or threatening him with a slit throat in his sleep as you usually did.

“It’s—it’s on the history of Valyria. This is the first volume of many.”

“Oh, I remember this book.”

“You do?”

“Yes!” You pulled away with a proud smile of your own. For a moment, you looked like two ordinary lovers conversing by the fire, not enemies who supposed to hate each other and about to be united only as torture for one another.

“Remember Aunt Leana’s funeral?”

Of course he did. That was when you mocked Aemond for not being a dragon rider still, and told him the Gods were cruel not to give him the handsome face Aegon was blessed with. How silly were you back then. But how could you know that Aemond would grow up to be the Prince you’d fall for day after day?

“Yes?” he responded warily.

“Well, you were reading this then. I tore a page out, and you were so cross you told on me to my mother,” you giggled, giving him a playful slap on the shoulder before seating yourself by the fireplace.

Aemond smiled as well, approaching his usual seat cautiously as if not to spook a skittish prey. When you nursed your cup of wine without a flinch, he sat by you. Though his face was turned to the fire, he stole quick glances at your face, your neckline revealed by your evening robe, and your delicate, ringed fingers wrapped around the cup.

“Regretfully, you were fluent in High Valyrian back then and I knew very little, and nothing much has changed ever since.”

“Oh,” Aemond caught your eyes, searching for the dark, burning dislike you had for him that he came to expect. Instead your face was relaxed, and your eyes were almost that of a lover’s. Then, you reached for his hand. It must be the wine, Aemond thought. What else?

“You shall have to teach me.”

“I shall arrange the Maester—”

“I asked you, Aemond, not the Maester.”

From then on, Aemond visited you every night without fail. He came earlier and left later into the night. Though he always brought books, parchment and ink, very little High Valyrian was actually studied. His days were eventful and you loved to listen, and he loved the way you reminisced their days of youth.

So, on a night like that, with your hand on his over the table, you spoke the words that almost stopped his heart.

“I wish you would stay the night, Aemond. It gets awfully lonely some nights.”

He blinked a few times, unsure if his ears heard what you spoke, or what he so desperately wished you would.

“It—it would be improper before the wedding.”

“You took me hostage, Aemond. Traditions are obeyed very little in our marriage.”

That night was the first time you called what was slowly blossoming between him and you a marriage. The words you spoke took him by surprise, just as the way you said them—playfully, with no hatred or resentment.

“You offered yourself up. I was content enough having your brother’s eye.” That was Aemond’s attempt at humour in response, a macabre and perhaps a twisted one that would have gotten raise out of any other woman. Yet you only looked at him for a second, then laughed.

“Yet you did not have to lock me up. I would not have run.”

“No, but my brother would have stolen you from me.”

“Oh, surely. Aegon did promise to demonstrate to me… what was it? Real manhood in case you ever failed to do so.”

“He did?” Aemond frowned. Was that what jealousy felt like?

“Mmhm. I told him I was confident you would make a good husband.”

Though the ceremony was mere days away, Aemond was still not used to being called your husband, especially by you, and he barely got used to wearing a band of gold around his ring finger.

“This would be a good time to say that I would make a good wife, as well,” you joked, hoping to pull Aemond out of his moment of silence.

Instead, Aemond stared at you. He was unblinking and impossible to read. Indeed because his face was impossible to read, it came to you as a surprise when he closed the distance between you and himself and locked his lips with yours.

It was gentle, way gentler than you assumed Aemond was capable of. When he pulled back just enough to study your face, you only whispered “Do it again.”

The caution and restraint went out the window then. His tongue danced across yours and you gripped each other desperately, pulling at your clothes and moaning your names.

Aemond ended up not only staying the night as you asked but consummating your marriage even before the ceremony itself.

It was gentle and cautious at first, but only briefly, before baser and more primal urges overtook you both. You woke up in Aemond’s arms with a dull but sweet ache between your legs and marks in the shape of his mouth and fingers all over your body. Likewise, Aemond woke up with raw lines of skin where your nails had dug into his flesh.

You took your bath together, and Aemond postponed his sword practice for a private noon at the library with you. Though it came as a surprise to neither of you that there was more kissing and touching than reading.

Then, things changed rapidly. Your door was no longer locked, though that might very well be because you all but moved into Aemond’s quarters. You became inseparable. You were there with a book or your embroidery when Aemond trained, you flew together, broke fast and had supper together in his bedchamber.

The only time you regretfully parted was when Alicent—who also surprisingly became like a mother to you, and you a daughter to her— insisted that your fitting for the wedding gown must be kept private and away from the prying eye of the groom. It was bad luck, she insisted, if Aemond saw you in your gown before the ceremony.

“And have you asked mother and the Septa if it is good luck or bad if I have you in your gown?” Aemond teased you, making you blush whenever his words came back to you as the tailors worked ceaselessly to finish the dress before the ceremony.

Neither of you could say if it was indeed bad luck or not, but you found out that it was delightful when Aemond lifted your heavy skirt up and snuck between your legs on your wedding night. He had you in it, just as he promised. Though it was a shame that he grew too impatient to undo the ribbons and laces, so he instead tore and ripped the dress apart, leaving it as a cut of tattered, expensive silk on the floor as the night went on.

You saw the sorry state of the dress in the morning. Well, as much of it as you could see from Aemond’s arms around you, keeping you flush on his body.

“Aemond! You shall never see me wear a lovely dress as this once was for you again!” 

“My sweet wife, you should not wear anything for me,” Aemond whispered groggily, still in the sweet clutches of slumber, and he pulled you for a kiss that promised you would not be leaving his bedchamber for the day.

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i wish i knew you wanted me - Eddie Munson x Sinclair!reader (chap.1)

- bad habit

a typical story where two best friends are in love and everyone knows it but them

cw: self deprecating thoughts, insecurities, lil steve x reader as well as eddie x chrissy

You rolled your eyes as you saw Eddie and Chrissy rub noses in the hall for the 5th time in the last 5 minutes. You watched from a distance as they giggled at each other's antics, your eyes twitched and your fists balled up to the point they were sore. You knew Eddie had a crush on Chrissy Cunningham since middle school. She was beautiful then and even more beautiful now. From her long blonde hair and her petite stature, to her glowing blue eyes and gorgeous smile that was contagious. You never really felt insecure when it came to how you looked until Eddie started talking about how beautiful Chrissy was all the time since they started dating. You started to notice the little things about yourself that you wouldn't have even given a second thought to before the constant mentions of Chrissy and her disney princess beauty.

You started to notice how your eyes weren't a vibrant electric blue, but they were more like a dull brown that was comparable to dirt or a swamp. You noticed you weren't as skinny and small as Chrissy was. You had a fuller figure than Chrissy with large hips and a pudge on your stomach that sat right below your belly button (THIS IS THE 80’S THIS BODY TYPE ISN'T THE BEAUTY STANDARD YET.) You weren't terribly tall and you weren't scarcely short, you sure as hell didn't look as dainty and delicate as Chrissy did though. The constant comparisons that you did between yourself and Chrissy got exhausting from time to time but you couldn't help yourself. You had a crush on Eddie since the 4th grade, you couldn’t find yourself being attracted to anyone else but him in the last 8 years. Seeing him with a girl who was far more beautiful than you thought yourself out to be was absolutely crushing. What was so wrong with you that Eddie didn't want you?

“EARTH TO Y/N!” You jolted up so you stood straight. You had been so focused on watching Eddie and Chrissy that you didn't even realize someone was trying to get your attention. You looked around until you saw Dustin Henderson looking at you with an aggravated look on his face.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past two minutes! The hell has got you so distracted?” Dustin tried to follow your eyes to see what you were looking at. He didn't suspect that you would be so doted over Chrissy and Eddie. He knew that you two were best friends and you did a damn good job hiding the fact that the new relationship was eating you on the inside.

“It's nothin Dusty. What’s Up?” His annoyed expression got replaced with a dopey grin as he started to talk about the new hellfire campaign that he helped Eddie arrange. The giddy boy in front of you made you forget about Eddie and Chrissy for a quick minute. You loved Dustin with your entire heart. Since he was friends with your brother Lucas for as long as you could

remember, he slowly creeped his way into your heart. He was like a 3rd little sibling to you. You smiled at Dustin fondly as he went on about the new campaign.

Eddie caught a glimpse of you talking to Dustin as he cuddled with Chrissy by her locker. You looked very very pretty today. You wore a cropped red zip up and a pair of light washed denim jeans that hugged your figure perfectly. Your curly box braids were pulled up into a high ponytail and you had a little bit of red eyeshadow to match the color of your shirt, topped off with a red tinted lip gloss that made your full lips look so soft. Your smile shined as you listened to Dustin rant about the new campaign. Eddie felt his heart start picking up its pace. He looked at you as your brown eyes sparkled so beautifully in the shitty lighting of the hallways. He only snapped out of his trance when he felt Chrissy plant a small kiss on his neck. He looked down at her and gave her a matching kiss but on her forehead. She let out a small giggle and shoved herself deeper into Eddie's body. He looked back up and maneuvered his eyes back to where you were, just to find that you had now been standing there with Steve Harrington and not Dustin anymore. Eddie watched as you looked up at Steve through your eyelashes as you giggled at something he said. He felt his grip around Chrissy tighten as he tried to contain the feeling of jealousy racing through his veins.

“You look pretty today, Y/N. I mean you look pretty everyday but today you look REALLY really pretty.” You smiled up at Steve, him complimenting you felt like a breath of fresh air. You’d spent so long wallowing in your own self pity that hearing a compliment coming from someone like Steve made you feel like the most beautiful girl in school. Yes, the compliments from Steve made you feel good about yourself, but something in you wished it was Eddie admiring your every feature and looking at you in absolute awe.

“Thank You Stevie, I would never think someone as handsome as you would be complimenting me this way.” You gave him a teasing smile and he looked at you with a lovesick look on his face. “I don't see why I wouldn't be! You’re so pretty It feels almost illegal to NOT kiss the ground you walk on,” you looked at him with big eyes and let out another giggle. Sure, you wished it was Eddie but Sheesh, Steve knew how to make someone feel special. You shoved him a little before turning your attention to your locker getting ready to take your books out.

“Hey uh, Y/n, I don't want to leave just yet and I know the bell is about to ring, so can I walk you to class?” you looked back up at Steve and gave him a soft smile while nodding your head at him. He grabbed the books out of your hand and proceeded to walk you to your next class.

Eddie watched the encounter and felt his heart shatter just a little. Why did he feel this way? He’s been pining over Chrissy for over 6 years and he finally has the girl he wants. Why does he feel so hurt by the fact that Steve Harrington is walking you to class? He tried to shake the thoughts from his brain and focus on his girlfriend, but the lingering thought of you ending up with Steve made Eddie's heart pinch.

You and Steve had been together all day long. The previous conversations between the two of you had mostly been about Dustin since the two of you had that in common, but the more you talked to him and got to know him, you found out that you two had a lot more in common than just Henderson. You had been so infatuated with Steve that you didn't even think about Eddie and Chrissy all day long. You had never felt so at ease thanks to not constantly comparing yourself to Chrissy and wondering why Eddie didn't want you. At some point in the day you had briefly mentioned some of your insecurities and Steve somehow managed to discard every bad thought he was aware of. He genuinely was making you feel like the most beautiful girl in hawkins.

“I have to work afterschool, you can come along and we can get food afterwards if you’d like to.” Steve broke the comfortable silence, “I know you go to the hellfire club when school is over, so if you have that today it’s okay if you can’t-”

“No! It’s totally okay! I’d love to come see where you work. I can miss one day of hellfire.” it’s not like you actually played D&D anyways. You only went because you knew it was something Eddie was into and he was normally your ride home from school. The last time you’d been on a date was in the 7th grade with Jason Carver. He was the same asshole then that he is now, so you can only imagine how the date turned out. Maybe this date with Steve would help you move on from Chrissy and Eddie dating.

“Y/N!” you turned and saw Eddie jogging over to you leaving Chrissy behind by his van, “The campaign me and Henderson arranged together is today and I really want you to see how it turned out. I’m super stoked about it.” You looked at his big smile and his eyes as he went on about how proud of himself he was. You felt guilty that you couldn't come since you had already planned a date with Steve, but you haven’t felt wanted or special in such a long time. A date with Steve felt way more worth it than watching Eddie and Chrissy make out on his throne.

“M’sorry Eds, I have a date with Steve today. I’m sure the campaign is going to be amazing! Tell me how everything went tomorrow, okay?” You felt so incredibly terrible, watching his mood deflate as you turned him down. You put a hand on his arm, “Chrissy is going to be there. She’s your girlfriend and she’ll be so proud of you Eds!”

You turned your head towards Steve and stepped into his car. Eddie was still standing there with a look of defeat on his face. The engine started and you and Steve were off. You could see Eddie in the rear view mirror, looking like a puppy who had just been kicked. You felt awful for leaving him in the dust. But all of the guilt melted off as you felt Steve slot his hand on your plump thigh. You let the wind hit your face. For the first time in a long time, you felt secure and happy.

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Part five: The Wedding

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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra’s only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.

Warning: Sex, smut, kind of dom Aemond and a very bratty Visenya. Read at your own peril.

Author’s note: We finally get into the thick of it.. so be mindfull that this chapter contains graphic description of sex, not very well written.

If you’re sensitive to this topic.. keep in mind that this fic is rated as mature, BUT i highlighted in bold the part where you get close to the sex scene, so that you can skip it and go directly toward the final part (highlighted in bold as well) of the chapter.

This very mature scene is kinda important to the building of Aemond and Visenya’s relationship, but I understand that it might make some uncomfortable.

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Headcanon: Being Pregnant With Sean’s Child

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Sean Wallace x Reader

Warnings: pregnancy

A/n: I want to warn you guys that I have (I think) three more headcanons that I am working on. Hopefully they aren’t posted one after the other, but they probably will be. I’m just happy to be making a dent in my requests.

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Sean had always been protective over you.

With love in his eyes, he would do anything for and that didn’t change the longer the two of you were together. 

He became even more protective once you found out you were pregnant. God, was he protective.

Anywhere you went, he had to go with you. 

It was cute, at first. You loved being able to spent more time with Sean, but over time, it became annoying. 

You weren’t fine china that would break with every tremble. You could take care of yourself and all you wanted was a little space.

Reluctantly, with help from his mom, you were finally able to convince him that you’d be fine.

So, he’d go to work and, as you worked for his family, you were able to work from home, which the two of you preferred.

That gave you more time to get things ready for the baby.

Once your work was done for the day, you would go to the shops and pick things out that you knew you needed or shop for cribs online.

You didn’t want to drown in baby clothes or toys as you were smart enough to know that babies grow out of clothes like there’s no tomorrow. It was hard to keep Sean from buying to many things, but you assured him that he’d be able to buy clothes for the child for years to come. 

Though, Sean was comfortable with leaving you at home, that didn’t mean he didn’t call any chance he could get. 

You two did almost everything together and, for the most part, he only called you because he missed you. 

He wouldn’t admit it though.

As you neared your due date, Sean was always on edge. It was funny for everyone but him to see him so nervous.

The month before your baby was born, he decided to work from home because there was no way that he would allow anyone but himself to take you to the hospital when you went into labor. 

Having Sean home was nice as he pretty much did everything.

House needed clean? He cleaned it.

Dinner needed made? He became a chef.

Anything that needed done, he would do. 

To keep yourself busy, sometimes you’d take care of your flower garden and, if he was done with work, sometimes Sean would come out and help you.

It was late, almost midnight, when you went into labor. 

You were both up, trying to watch a movie.

Sean was up instantly, making sure you were okay before he went to grab your bags. 

You really wished the baby could have waited for the movie to end. Sure, it wouldn’t be hard to watch it again or from the spot you’d ended at, but where was the fun it that. All the excitement, the thrill of the plot, would be gone by doing that.

But you pushed yourself off the sofa and allowed Sean to help you with your shoes and coat, trying to pretend you weren’t disappointed with the fact you wouldn’t get to finish the movie.

At the hospital, both of you were oddly calm, especially Sean. But he trusted the doctors and knew there was little to worry about. You, on the other hand, were tired and couldn’t careless about anything but sleep.

With a grip hold on his hands and encouragements leaving his lips, you welcomed a little girl into the world.

She had your face and Sean’s eyes, a perfect combination in your mind.

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you’re the new owner of a book store, and he’s the owner of the best selling pizza in town next door. but what happens when on your first meeting it doesn’t go too well.. the music the two of you play is too loud for the other and very different in genre.

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Love will tear us apart // part thirteen

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, angst at the end 

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader // mentions of Steve Harrington x fem!reader 

Note: I feel like this is kinda rushed so I apologize for that.. I hope you’ll still like it. Tumblr kept messing up the sentences, so if there's anything weird, ignore it pleaseee.

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Eddie has never gone on a date before so to say that he was nervous, was definitely an understatement. He was pacing around his room, trying to figure out what to wear, mumbling something under his breath as he looked through his shirts. 

Wayne stood in his doorway, watching his nephew in amusement, who has yet to notice his uncle. 

Eddie looks at the red and black flannel, the one that you have, that one that you have worn yesterday. Just thinking of the previous night gave him butterflies. It wasn’t his intention to do anything more than just kissing and cuddling but ever since you have made up and made that big step, you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves. 

Eddie looks between the flannel and a faded Metallica shirt. 

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Love will tear us apart // part thirteen

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, angst at the end 

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader // mentions of Steve Harrington x fem!reader 

Note: I feel like this is kinda rushed so I apologize for that.. I hope you’ll still like it. Tumblr kept messing up the sentences, so if there's anything weird, ignore it pleaseee.

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Eddie has never gone on a date before so to say that he was nervous, was definitely an understatement. He was pacing around his room, trying to figure out what to wear, mumbling something under his breath as he looked through his shirts. 

Wayne stood in his doorway, watching his nephew in amusement, who has yet to notice his uncle. 

Eddie looks at the red and black flannel, the one that you have, that one that you have worn yesterday. Just thinking of the previous night gave him butterflies. It wasn’t his intention to do anything more than just kissing and cuddling but ever since you have made up and made that big step, you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves. 

Eddie looks between the flannel and a faded Metallica shirt. 

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Love will tear us apart // part thirteen

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, angst at the end 

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader // mentions of Steve Harrington x fem!reader 

Note: I feel like this is kinda rushed so I apologize for that.. I hope you’ll still like it. Tumblr kept messing up the sentences, so if there's anything weird, ignore it pleaseee.

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Eddie has never gone on a date before so to say that he was nervous, was definitely an understatement. He was pacing around his room, trying to figure out what to wear, mumbling something under his breath as he looked through his shirts. 

Wayne stood in his doorway, watching his nephew in amusement, who has yet to notice his uncle. 

Eddie looks at the red and black flannel, the one that you have, that one that you have worn yesterday. Just thinking of the previous night gave him butterflies. It wasn’t his intention to do anything more than just kissing and cuddling but ever since you have made up and made that big step, you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves. 

Eddie looks between the flannel and a faded Metallica shirt. 

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Touch Starved | Joseph Quinn x y/n

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warnings: joe is touch starved, ?

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you said, sitting down next to him. It was the first table read for Stranger Things 4 and he was quite nervous about it. He smiled a little and said “Joe. Well, Joseph”

You smiled a little too and looked over as the duffer brothers walked in. It went well, and everyone got to know each other a little by the end of it. You all stood up to say your goodbyes and when Joe put his hand out to shake yours, you hugged him instead.

“Sorry, I’m a hugger,” you said and he chuckled. He initially tended up, but quickly wrapped his arms around you too for a moment. You pulled away, said goodbye, leaving the room and leaving him breathless.

He felt so many butterflies in his stomach, no one had ever done that to him. He couldn’t stop thinking about you on the way home, and spent hours debating on whether or not to text you which he ended up not doing.

When filming started not long after, you greeted him with a hug and you two were having your hair and makeup done at the same time which meant you were hanging out in the same trailer. He couldn’t stop blushing, especially when you two were heading to set and you fixed the wig and brushed some powder off his jacket.

He really hoped you would hug him again when you two parted ways, and you did. “See you later, Joey,” you said as you pulled away and he blushed. You had a nickname for him.

You two quickly got very close and 3 months later you kissed him, neither of you in costume or even on set. It only got even more intense from there, you were constantly all over him and it made him so flustered.

“God, you always turn into a tomato every time I touch you” you said and he bit his lip nervously. He chuckled and said “sorry I just…no one’s ever really been like this to me” “oh…I’m sorry,” you said and pulled back.

He quickly pulled you close again and said “no, no don’t apologize I just…it’s new to me, all this affection and stuff. I like it, I promise, actually I love it” You smiled and kissed him softly, smiling at his rosy cheeks.

“Guess you're just a little touch starved then?” You asked and he shrugged. He kissed you again and said “I don’t know what that is but probably,” you both giggled and he hugged you tighter, he just couldn’t get enough of you.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

Summary: Princess Rhaenyra meets a girl who is crying on the floor. Who is she and why is she crying?

Pairing: Aemond x Black Warrior!Reader

Warnings: None

A/n: Hello! This is my first fanfic in a while so bear with me. These are not my pictures and they go belong to their respective owners. If I get enough reads than I will most likely make a part 1. Also, This part takes place about a month after Laena’s funeral. Hope you like it!

The steady downpour of rain against the castles walls had been pushed to the back of Rhaenyra’s mind as she roamed the huge castle of Dragonstone. The princess decided to take a walk around the castle to clear her mind, but as she was walking the sound of someone crying. The sound echoed against the thick stone walls. It was faint, but was still distinguishable. The sound distracted Rhaenyra, causing her to search for the person connected to it. It didn’t take long for Rhaenyra to find the source of the crying, as she turned a corner towards the servants quarters she noticed a little girl sitting on the ground with her head tucked between her knees.

The little girl didn’t hear Rhaenyra approach her, so the princess bent down and gently placed her hand on the girls head. “What is wrong little one?”

The girl, after finally realizing that some else was there, had flinched away from Rhaenyra’s touch. When the little girl looked up to see who was with her she was shocked to see that it was princess Rhaenyra. The two stared at each other for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. Rhaenyra was entranced by this unknown girl. The girls skin was a beautiful bronze with small freckles peppered across her nose and cheeks. Her long and thick (h/c) hair fell down her tear-stained face like strands of rope. But, what struck Rhaenyra the most was the girls eyes. The torches on the wall had put an unknown fire in her icy blue eyes, but that flame was slowly dimming with all the pain that the girl struggled to hold. Rhaenyra didn’t want that fire to dim, she wanted it burn brighter than everything around her until she consumed it.

As Rhaenyra stared at the girl, the girl had felt embarrassed for being caught crying by the princess. To save herself even more embarrassment the girl slowly got up to go to her room.

“Sorry for disturbing you, princess. I’ll be on my way now.” The girls hoarse voice had snapped Rhaenyra back to reality. The girl got up and bowed to Rhaenyra and then turned around to walk back to her chambers, but Rhaenyra was to fascinated by her to let her go that easily.

The girl turned her head to stare back at the princess with her those flaming blue eyes again. “Why were you crying little one?” Rhaenyra’s delicate voice had snapped something in the girl, which caused tears to form in her eyes once more.

“The Stranger took her. They took my mom. Now…now I’m alone.”

Rhaenyra’s heart ached for the girl. It was like Rhaenyra was looking at herself at the time she lost her mother. God’s know what this girl is going through. Rhaenyra did the one thing she knew would comfort the girl. She quickly got up and held the girl close to her chest and slowly rubbed her head. The girl stiffened, but soon eased into her touch.

After a bit of silence, Rhaenyra moved the girl so now she was looking at the girl again. “Can you tell your name.”

“My name is (y/n), princess.” (Y/n) voice still hoarse from crying.

“Well (y/n) how old are you?”

“Two and ten.”

Rhaenyra was shocked at how young she was, but she was older than her oldest son, Jacaerys, by four years. ‘No one should have to endure such pain at such a young age.’ This thought had caused Rhaenyra to say, “How about I take care of you?”

(Y/n) was in utter shock. ‘Why does the princess want to watch over me?’ She felt like she was nothing special. She was a servants daughter, nothing was special about that. “Why me. I mean there’s nothing special about—” Before (y/n) could finish her sentence, Rhaenyra had placed her finger under (y/n)’s chin so that she was looking at her.

“Don’t think of yourself that way. I’m going to take care of you because you are special and because no child should be alone in this cruel world.” Rhaenyra stared deep into her eyes before adding, “I see a warrior in those blue flames of yours. So don’t let that fire burn out little one.

Rhaenyra didn’t know how much her words had affected (y/n). That sad and rainy night had changed everything for (y/n). The little girl was reduced to ash by her blue flame and what rose from those ashes was a warrior.

(Y/n) had also made promise that night. She would protect the ones she loves with her fire, but what she didn’t know was that a certain one-eyed prince would see that fire and want nothing more than to play with it.

[readsalot73]

Please continue with this story!!!! I love it already!!!😀❤❤❤😘😘😘❤

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Hey, girl, howya been? Haven't heard from you in fifty thousand, hundred million years!!!😀😳❤❤❤

Dude we all need to post some serious life updates! I miss you!

[readsalot73]

Miss you too, boo!!!😘