Everybody swears! Even Lord of the Rings Character have to do it, at one point or another. But how do you swear in Middle Earth? Are there any differences between the Races, when it somes to cussing , screaming and fighting? Of course! And that is were these come in handy!
SWEARING: DWARF STYLE
dumb tree-hugging dirt worshipper
TREE-HUMPER
pointy-eared Bastard
floaty-clothed garment-lover
ASS LICKING BUSH-SCREWER
BEARDLESS DAFT
These might be one of my all -time favouriteās, but of course there are many, many moreā¦
You smell like orc dung >Gelek menu caragu rukhs
Your mother/father was an orc >Khagun/Khagam menu penu rukhs
Your mother/father had no beard >Khagun/Khagam menu penu shirumund
You are beardless >Menu shirumund
Your clan are beardless orcs >Khahum menu rkhas shirumundu
You dine with orcs >Metun menu rukhas
You eat troll/ogre dung >Metun menu caragu sigim rukhas
Your mother/father populated an orcish village >Khagun/Khagam menu reliku pembu rukhas
You couldnāt forge a spoon >Ozirum menu seleku
You son/daughter of an orc >Rukhsul menu
Insults marked with an * btw, are very, very vile and can be considered as fighting talk
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SWEARING: HOBBIT STYLEĀ
Hobbits. Well, Hobbits are considered one of the most well-meaning and definetly one of the moreā¦polite Races of Middle earth. However, as far as fandom inside jokes go, they would propably end up pointing out someones small feet, or unhairy toes.
A good example has been found in the lotro-forum and I consider it one of the easiest ways to āget intoā Hobbit Swearing.Ā
(click on the picture to get into the thread)
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SWEARING: ELF STYLEĀ
Elves, as I found out, have suprisingly many swear words. Who could have thought?
You smell like ten Orcs > Nostach be Orch gaer
Cowardly dog(s) >Ā Nadorhuan(rim)
Feast of wolves (slain enemy) >Ā Mereth en draugrim
Gate bird(slain enemy) >Ā Andodulin
Go kiss an orc >Ā Auta miqula orqu
I hate you >Ā Amin delotha lle
Listen to my laughter >Ā Lasta lalaithamin
Much wind pours from your mouth >Ā Antolle ulua sulrim
Son of snakes (dishonest person) >Ā Utinu en lokirim
You are king in your imagination >Ā Lle naa haran eā nausalle
You disgust me >Ā Amin feuya tenā lle
You smell like a human >Ā Lle holma veā edan
Youāre ugly and your mother dresses you funny >Ā Llie nāvanima arā lle atara lanneina
Your head is empty >Ā Dolle naa lost
In Quenya:Ā
You are insaneĀ
Literal: [familiar] you are without heart >NƔtyƫ necindo
You betrayed me
Ā Literal: [familiar] you wronged me >Ćcarnet nin
Go French-kiss an orc
Ā Literal: Be gone, insert your tongue in the orcās face >Ā
Eca, a mitta lambetya cendelessƫ orcova
I can say what i wish and you wonāt understand meĀ
Literal: I can say what I want, and [familiar] you will not understand me >Ā Istan quetĆ« ya merin, ar lĆ” hanyuvatyen
Other Sindarin SwearsĀ :
You betrayed me
Literal: [familiar] you betrayed me >Ā Nin gwerianneg
You smell like a monster
Literal: [familiar] you have the stench of a monster >Sevig thĆ» Ćŗan
Your head is empty
Literal: [familiar] your head is empty >DƓl gƮn lost
Evil fate!
Literal: Poor fate >Amarth faeg!
Curses! >Ā Rhaich!
Idiot!
Literal: Lacking intelligence >Pe-channas!
Go kiss an orc
Literal: Be gone, kiss an orc >Ego, mibo orch
I can say what I wish, and you wonāt understand me
Literal: I say the words that I want, and [familiar] [singular] you canāt understand me >Pedin i phith in anĆron, a nin Ćŗ-cheniathog
I can say what I wish, and yāall wonāt understand me
Literal: I say the words that I want, and [familiar] [plural] you canāt understand me >Pedin i phith in anĆron, a nin Ćŗ-cheniathagir
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SWEARING :Ā ORC STYLE
Well, I believe that it wonāt be that hard for you to find a satisfying way of picturing the āfloweringā language of Orcs. Seriously. Of course they swear, As Tolkien himself said, it is a foul language in itself. Ā
Flowers in the Blood (Elf, Pussy)Ā > Lul Gijak-Ishi (Lulgijak)Ā
Elfson > Zanbaur Ā
No Sack > Nar ThosĀ
Fat Whore > Undur Kurv
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SWEARINGĀ : VALAR STYLEĀ
Well, I donāt have a fucking clue how a god or goddess might sound like, when they swear, but i know that People swear on themĀ ! ( Oh my god, god save us, etc.)Ā
For further information on the Valar, use these links!Ā
Wikipedia
Glyphweb
Tolkiengateaway
Furthermore, it is important to distinguish between the Races, while swearing on one of the gods, because certain races favour certain Gods. Ā (However, this is not necessary. Let them swear their way)
Dwarves:Ā Swears on Durin/ Aule / Mahal Ā
By Durinās / Mahalās Beard
By MahalĀ !Ā
Durin be damned!Ā
etc.
Hobbits:Ā Swears on Eru/ Yavanna / VĆ”na
Oh, Eru
Yavanna save us
Yavanna bless you with big feet and hairy toes
Elves: Ā Swears on Varda / ManwĆ«
Vardaās Stars!Ā
bY THE sONGS OF thE aiNuR ( holy creatures, like Angels. Melkor for example is one) WHAT IS HAPPENNinG
For the love of Varda, Tulkas should beat some sense into that Youngling
Itās meant for gaming, but I found a wonderful little resource for Dwarven curses here that would work quite nicely for Tolkienās creations. And some good Dwarven sayings here. Iāve used a number of these in my fics ā geological words make wonderful curses (āschist" and 'slagā being my favorites).
Yellow Dandelions ('A single, yellow dandelion' part two)
(KĆli Durin x Female Reader)
(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)
The schedule for upcoming stories
Middle-Earth Masterlist
My Main Blog Masterlist
Part One
Requested by: many
Requests:Ā Open
Fandom: The Hobbit Trilogy
Request: By the request of many, part two to 'A single, yellow dandelion'.
Warnings: Angst (yummy), mentions of injury/gore, love confession, happy ending, mentions of character death, KĆli lives, mention of: grief, war, and gore. Misunderstanding trope (short lived, as all this occurs over a week max).
Words: 6.7k (my longest one so far)
Disclaimer:Ā This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.
This should only be found on my blog.
AuthorĀ is always me on this blogĀ @daydreams-magic01-mrsdurinĀ ā .
A/N:Ā Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.
Please note, this is the first thing I have properly written since 2022.
PLEASE READ: So this is the first thing I have properly written in like three years, I tried really hard, and I think it ends their story well as an ending to part one. I didn't know how to finish this, and after throwing around some ideas, I figured this was best. I didn't want to skip anything, we all know how clumsy, and stressed we all get when upset, how our entire behaviour can change whilst wounded. How when one thing goes wrong it becomes a chain reaction. I tried to immerse us, as if it happened in real life, no quick fix, the reader isn't perfect with their reactions.
I am very nervous I will disappoint. I put a LOT of time and effort into this, I am proud of it but very nervous no one will like it. I apologies for the long wait. Ah, I am so scared right now, pahaha. I feel like I did such a great job with part one, but that was more cheerier, this is more about what comes after, how a person can change by having their feelings hurt when upset. I also can't stand the misunderstanding trope existing for longer then necessary, I love me some misunderstanding drama but not when it gets annoying. I did a lot of proof reading many times, even had someone read my work I am so nervous, haha. I haven't watched The Hobbit in a while, and I haven't written in even longer. I hope you all enjoy. AHHHHH.
Thank you.
:)
By the way, (y/r) stands for your race, whether a Hobbit, Dwarf, etc.
FYI, just tagging you guys in as you previously asked for a a part two, feel no pressure to read:)
He never did come after her. Of course, she didnāt go back either. (Y/n) couldnāt breathe, and not in the way she cannot around KĆli, this hurt, even more so than it did when the older Prince of Erebor confronted her. She had not headed to her chambers, instead she ran for the city, hoping that after a day or so of running she will be lost forever and never have to face anyone. Such a pleasant idea, to hide away from prying eyes, and never disappoint anyone ever again, lest herself.
Of course, when oneās body is shaking, and the throat is quivering, swelling, and the nose is blocking, you cannot run for long. So, she headed upwards and dived in the armoury next to the Mountainās main entrance. A terrible idea, as that very day Bard would come with a preposition, Thranduil in tow, and this would be one of the armouries the Company search in.
An hour after the door thunks to a slow close behind her, and she began her hiding between stalls off shields, does it open again.
Gasping, she slaps her hand to her mouth, eyes wide as her other arm tightens itās hold around her knees. The Dwarf is humming to himself, his heavy boots hitting the floor as he slowly makes his way through the main room of the armoury, to the secondary chamber where she is hidden. (Y/n) utters thanks to the Gods in her head when the footsteps go to the opposite side, where the short swords are.
Curiosity gets the best of her, and she cannot help but move her palms to press against the cold stone beneath her so she may gently push herself up with her fingers. Of course, as much as everyone praised her dress, apparently it has turned against her just like KĆli. (She knows she is in the wrong, but still). The sole of her boot catches on it before she releases, causing her knees to get pulled down just as she goes to stand, and she trips. As she is tripping whilst knelt down, she falls forward, and her hands catch her just as her nose hits the stone. A cry rips from her.
A sword clatters, Ćin having been inspecting them to see how they had fared against time with no use. He may be deaf, but he is a healer, and he can sense these things. He has also attuned himself to listen out for his loved oneās pain as well as he can with his worsening hearing.
ā(Y/n)? Lassie, are you alr-ā
A cry of fury cuts him off as he hurries over to her. He grabs his wonderful tool from his belt and presses the end to his ear, as his other hand goes to her back.
(Y/n) is most certainly having a terrible day. Ignoring the itching embarrassment, her almost destroyed pride, and her wrenching heart, she pushes herself up and turns onto her knees, flashing the smile he had become so accustomed to. āYes, Ćin. I'm sorry for disrupting you. Please go on, I will take care of myself.ā
He frowns, angling the horn better towards her, the hand that followed her goes to gently hold her chin. His hand is rough, no doubt from decades of swordsmanship, and gathering prickly herbs, yet his touch is so gentle she can barely feel him. āYou took a nasty fall there, lass. Let me take care of you.ā
She shakes her head, cheeks flushing an even darker shade of red that spreads to her chest, and the tip of her ears. Oh, how her cheeks burn. āNo, please, I assure you, it is a simple knock -.ā
Ćin, having tucked away his horn shakes his head, āthis isnāt your home lassie, we need to treat you now.ā Gently he places a hand on either side of her waist and helps lift her up as if she were his daughter, his brow deeply furrowed. āYouāre bleeding.ā
Oh. (Y/n), preoccupied in her deep flushed cheeks, and searing nose failed to notice the blood dripping down her lip into her mouth. Ćin quickly plugs up her nose with a scratchy handkerchief ā more of a rag ā and she wipes her teeth with her tongue. Metallic.
Ironic, as she is basically in a giant mine, she thinks to herself.
Her eyes are once again weeping, despite having run out of tears ten minutes ago. She doesnāt register Ćin leading her out of the rooms and back into the main passage as she touches her own face in shock. How foolish of her.
Foolish. The perfect word. Foolish for not realising braiding was an offer of courtship. Foolish for courting KĆli before telling him how she felt. Foolish for giving him her precious bead. Foolish for taking signs of courtship as simple kindness. Wait. Who could blame her? Bilbo made her tea all the time, and the Company were always hunting for meat. Perhaps one should state their intentions. Ori had bought her flowers when she was sad during her most recent moon bleed, yes KĆli looked at him funny, but he was being kind. Furthermore, where were the courtship walks? The promenading? She did not bear witness in it, nor partake.
Yet, she is still foolish. Foolish for letting FĆli tell him first. Foolish for hiding in a place next to the Gate in which the Company are taking turns patrolling. Foolish for crying over a member of the opposite sex. Equally foolish for being nosey, not watching where her hem is, and tripping. (Y/n) has learnt to fight, defend herself, something she is quite good at, and she is especially foolish for allowing her first big bleed of the journey be by falling face first into the floor.
The heart will heal but the humiliation shall forever linger.
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How long has passed? An hour? Prince KĆli is yet to move from his place against the wall. The only part him which moves is his left hand, as he plays with his Runestone. He did not cry, the tears trapped in his eyes, they sting. He cannot take his eyes away from it, the single yellow dandelion on the floor. It mocks him.
Was (Y/n) mocking him? No. (Y/n) is as kind as she is beautiful. He tries to replay the argument, but all he can remember is the anguish he felt, her face as she spoke, the hands on her hips. Angry. Acting as if one verbalises their feelings when actions are sweeter. Surely his actions proved enough that he was at least attempting to court her as she did not realise, they already were in courtship. Hunting. Gifts. Touch. Were these not signs enough?
He is foolish. Foolish indeed.
āGood evening, KĆli ā oh, KĆli what is wrong?ā His eyes snap upwards to their kind Burglar clad in his waistcoat and blazer. Worriedly, he bends down, placing a hand on his friendās shoulder. They had dropped formalities a while ago, they are friends. Yet, KĆli knows Master Baggins must have known (Y/n) and her feelings. That fact alone stings.
āNothing,ā the prince forces his familiar smirk, pushing himself up from the floor and wall, āwhat brings you here Master Burglar?ā He frowns. āIs everything well? My uncle? My brother?ā For the first time since he watched (Y/n) walk away his heartbeat quickens from the previous slow drawl. Surely the Men of Dale arenāt attacking? Bard is a good man. Kind. With a kind family. Ā No. That is not Bardās way. Perhaps the elves? His lip curls at the idea of Thranduil. Legolas and Tauriel were kind enough, though he has a suspicion they are acting alone.
āNo, KĆli, nothing like that.ā Bilbo states, the familiar look of constant mild distress on his face as he too stands, gazing up at the Dwarf. āAre you sure everything is fine? You can tell me anything.ā
Wrong. He can only talk to his big brother about this. The sentiment is kind, however. He shakes his head, smiling, his left hand playing with his motherās runestone. He wanted to gift this to (Y/n), a promise, a promise like the one he etched into that dagger. His heart jolts, and his cheeks quiver as he forces away the frown. How foolish of him to think he could ever pass it down to their child.
āWell, uh. Watch. Ah, yes. Thatās it,ā the Hobbit suddenly smiles, and straightens, swinging back and forth on his heels, āBofur sent me down to remind you that itās your watch next. Only because when they brought over lunch, Bifur apparently mentioned that no one had seen you for three or so hours.ā
Watch, of course. His turn tonight, without his brother. That conversation would have to wait. So will the tears he so desperately needs to shed, he darenāt weep and have to explain to Dwalin how foolish and naive he is.
āThank you, Master Baggins,ā he smiles down to him, āI shall bid you a good night.ā He bows deep, his hair swinging behind him when he stands tall again.
The Hobbitās brow remains furrowed. āYes, thank you. Good night ā I mean āā the Dwarf prince begins to walk away, but Bilbo jogs after him, scrambling with his words, āthank you, KĆli, but there is food waiting for you, Bombur kept a portion aside I believe, another for (Y/n) āā
That forces him to stop. Even if he wanted to move, his legs would not allow it. He turns to the Hobbit, who almost walks past him, placing a grounding hand on Bilboās arm.ā
ā(Y/n) has not eaten?ā
ā- so no need to bid goodnight, yet KĆli. We are headed to the same destination ā wait.ā Bilbo almost seems to grow in height as his gaze hardens almost to a glare, and his shoulders square, KĆliās hand falls. āWe all thought (Y/n) came to see you?ā
KĆli has to turn away as the flashes of their exchange course through his mind. He almost feels shame. Why?
āOh well,ā the Hobbit chuckles charmingly, āshe must have gone back with FĆli when her break finished and missed us.ā He pats him on his shoulder before continuing on. āI did see her heading back inside the Mountain before she meant to find you, must have spent most of her time out there, not enough time to come see you. That makes sense.ā
The dandelion. He jolts, making the poor Hobbit lean away. Before Bilbo can say anything, KĆli runs back to where he was sat, and gently kneels to pick up the dandelion. Soft. He wonders if her skin truly feels as soft as it looks. Not that he will ever know. It must do, compared to his hands, the hands of a workman.
He runs back to the curious Hobbit who keeps glancing back to him as they walk. Yet the prince cannot take his eyes off that single, yellow Dandelion. Alike the one he gave her, except fresh whereas he imagines the one he gave her is since long dead. She must have searched hard for the flower.
How foolish of him to think a fine, ethereal being as her could ever like him. He cannot shake the memory, of how she looked when he was dying, as Tauriel healed her. She looked ā well, he cannot think any gods of any race compare. He hopes the memory never fades. Let it be the last he sees before departing. How foolish of him. For he is the Dwarf with no proper beard. The Dwarf taller than most. The Dwarf who looks more like he is of Men compared to his brother, cousins and friends. He is foolish. He has no people, yet. He isnāt even heir. How foolish of him to think ā to believe otherwise.
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Nodding along to herself, (Y/n) fails to notice the kind Dwarf lead her to the chamber they all mingle in together ā when they are not searching for the Arkenstone. The gasps of outrage and worry hit her first as Bifur, Nori, Dori and Balin crowd her. They all mutter questions about how this happened. As if it were more likely Men came down to take Erebor in the past hour with the watchmen missing it, all with the purpose of targeting her first.
āStop crowding the lass. Bifur release her.ā Ćin almost shouts, horn against his ear. The other Dwarf grumbles in his mother tongue as he gently releases her from his chest where he had been cradling her side.
The other three step back, revealing the space between them. She doesnāt hear them. How can she? The second her eyes meet her Princeās the world goes silent, until all she can hear is her own breath, and the thumping of her heartbeat in her nose. Ā
As if this whole situation cannot get worse. Now he can clearly tell she was crying, tripped over herself and face planted.
It hasnāt been long since she last saw him, yet it feels like itās been years. His eyes soften, as he takes in her appearance, his brow creases in worry, his hands clench. āWhat happened?ā
He does not meet her eyes, but she tries. His cheeks arenāt stained like hers. Of course not, he is a Prince. Better offers than her. She told him she ācanāt believe she wanted to marry himā, and he said nothing. Well, beforehand he said he wanted to marry her, but not anymore.
She looks away, and grins at everyone, and laughs, āhem got stuck, tripped over and face planted. The Elves skill is unmatched, but it isnāt worthy for searching the for the Arkenstone in.ā
āDonāt worry lass Bofur will fix you up, and Nori can sew the rip,ā Dori states, patting his brother on the back.
āWhat? Why canāt you do it? Youāve got far more years of pracāā Nori gasps, baffled, although his chest does puff proudly at the idea of doing it.
āBecause your keen eye for the treasures of this world has made you more detail orientated,ā Balin jokes, though his brow remains creased. Dori nods along, Bifur and he thump his younger brother again, almost knocking him to the ground, whilst Nori squares his shoulder, grinning proudly as he grounds himself.
āHave no fear, Miss (Y/n), for Nori is here.ā
It does make her laugh, and KĆli preens at the sound from afar.
Ā āExcuse me, excuse me,ā the familiar distressed tone of Bilbo interrupts as he makes his way between Bifur and Balin, ālet me look at her.ā He stops in front of her, hands on her arms as his frown deepens. āThis wonāt do. It doesnāt look broken, thankfully.ā
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It had been a dramatic few days, no doubt, and dramatic several months more so. Of course, it will only get worse. Besides the constant ache in (Y/n)ās chest, there is a much larger issue. The Arkenstone.
It could not be found.
This has to be the worst week of (Y/n)ās life, and she was almost eaten by Goblins a couple months ago, not to mention then later imprisoned by the Mirkwood King. Although, admittedly, the cell was quite hygienic.
After her humiliation in the Armoury, their dear healer had cleaned her nose and stopped the bleeding. Itāll be red and hurt for a few more days, but no fracture. A relief, a small grace. She changed into her travelling dress, which was thankfully calf length, and had bathed. However, Bard had come in alliance with King Thranduil against them, but she cannot feel betrayed. Thorin made a promise, that must be kept.
She does not hesitate to follow Bilbo after seeing him sneak away during a break to find relief. Hurt at first, when Bilbo had explained she soon followed him.
After all, by then the entire Company knew the complete story of (Y/n) and KĆli, or at least his side from his brother. Thorin deemed her unworthy of a prince anyway in his dragon sickness, Nori was annoyed at her, Ori too, Dori was understanding somewhat, Balin understood her side, Dwalin too, Bifur, Bombur and Bofur did too but the last three remained on KĆliās side. GlĆ³in thought KĆli should have been clearer, the only one to speak out, due to his experience with the love of his life (his wife, although his son was also a love of his life). FĆli at least had the courtesy to look sheepish. It currently stood only GlĆ³in, and Bilbo were on her side, Balin and Dwalin neither with everyone else on his. Ćin sympathised, but still thought KĆli clear with his gifts, and letting her touch his hair. Understandable in (Y/n)ās eyes, touch is intimate. Still, it did not change the fact that he rejected her the first few times, making her think touch wasnāt intimate like with her own people, and he did not like her at first, and that the gifts after were KĆli being himself. KĆli is so kind, so gentle. Honestly, (Y/n) had not thought herself special enough to consider a Prince was courting her. Or perhaps she is stupid. She has always struggled with social cues.
Ćin had told her to take the dagger off her side, it would give the wrong idea. (Y/n) told him, she told KĆli she had wanted to marry him before their dispute, and the prince did nothing to remedy that. The healer suggested KĆli did not hear her, (Y/n) had said maybe Ćin could share his horn then.
Currently, she lies on a set up bed opposite Bilbo. That rat from Dale is meant to keep an eye on them. Why should they be punished? Bilbo has kindly offered them a negotiable item; the Company arenāt going to hurt them. If you had asked her ten days ago, she would have said the King Under the Mountain would never hurt them either ā now she wasnāt so sure. Like Bilbo she is fiercely loyal to the entire Company, but King Thorin is in the wrong.
Sleep cannot find her, and she knows Bilbo well, he has a plan of escape brewing no doubt. She finds herself entertaining herself by pretending her fingers are people and making them converse and perform dramatic scenarios. Then she recreates her argument with KĆli, using far better comebacks, and delivering her point far better.
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āWhere were you last night?ā
(Y/n) jumps and yelps before turning around. Handsome. KĆli has always been the definition of that word and always will be. Her heart skips, a heat curling low in her belly. Now, he looked like a prince. An armoured one with no helmet, despite the high likelihood of an arrow in the head, a Prince.
KĆli has armour over his chainmail, ready to defend his Kingdom. (Y/n) despite her hurt cannot look away, it somehow highlights his hair, his skin tone, everything. Her face feels hot. (Y/n) has armour on also, though they could not find any womenās able to fit her chest due to altered bust size, so instead she wears menās armour which at least pushes everything down. Bofur had spent an hour panicking, and dotting over her as he altered the straps to fit her, they dotted over Bilbo too. (Y/n) had previously shot Azog in his right eye after the Goblins, and he had accidentally pulled out the eye with the arrow, so they knew that she could handle herself against some Elves and Men, still everyone dotted over each other. It is what happens when a King decides to invite all his cousins on an adventure, and his closest friends.
āOn a walk around the halls with Bilbo.ā His brow furrows at her excuse. āWhy do you care?ā. It is still dark outside; the others are risen but keeping to themselves until just before sunrise. In truth (Y/n) and Bilbo had only returned an hour ago.
āYou know why I care.ā His gaze is soft, his eyes earnest, it hurts to look into them. She swallows the lump in her throat, and KĆli cannot stop his own gaze from drifting down to her neck to where it is then protected.
āI thought those feelings are gone.ā
He flinches, gaze flying up, āwhat?ā He whispers. He had spent all night worried about the attack, then worried she had been taken, and she truly deemed his feelings gone? How? āHow can you say that to me?ā
āYou said it not me,ā (Y/n) squares her shoulders, staring fiercely up to him.
KĆli was wounded, no doubt about that, but he is grown, not a child. He must make it clear, and they must talk through it. However, before he can, the passage begins to fill with voices, tearing away his gaze. Before he can stop himself, his gloved hand gently takes her own, causing (Y/n)ās breath to get stuck in her throat. He tries to ignore the heat spreading from her hand to his, and up his arm, āafter this. After my uncle gives the people of Dale what he owes, I will find you.ā The King, his uncle is a good person, he will do what is right, that he is sure off.
Her heart stutters at that, and despite her heart ache she finds herself biting her lip, fighting a smile. The prince notices and doesnāt try to hide his own smile at that.
How is it this dwarf can burn away her fury with a smile?
How is it this (y/r) can make his pain vanish with one look?
For a second both can only feel peace, as they gaze into one another.
(Y/n) gives a gentle nod.
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King Thorin did not give the people of Dale what he owes. Instead at the revelation of Bilboās betrayal he tried to kill him, KĆli and his family having to intervene. Then, of course, Thranduil had to knock the Dwarves down as much as he can. So, he jested that they could not even trust the future bride of one of their own Princeās. Of course, Thorin had pulled out his sword, and both his nephews fought him off as she ran for the rope.
Is it truly betrayal if the one being betrayed has lost the plot?
Well, yes, and (Y/n) did not take that lightly, same as Bilbo. Of course, Thorin refused to accept it, War went to unfold with his cousinās appeared forces, until Azogās armies decided to make an appearance.
KĆli had been confused, and distraught at the revelation of the betrayal from the two, but he understood, which makes him feel like he was the one who betrayed his uncle.
In the end, Thorin fought the sickness, and the Dwarves joined the battle. (Y/n) fought bravely, taking down enemies, counting how many. Much to the bewilderment of others, she and GlĆ³in had previously started a competition some point in the journey for count of kills, and with this battle, she is now leading. Hopefully.
When she saw Thorin, and the princes go up the mountain, she did not hesitate to follow. KĆli a kind and gentle soul did not hesitate to defend Tauriel, attempting to save her. By the time (Y/n) arrived, FĆli was dead, Thorin fighting Azog.
Bolg, the ugliest Orc ever, went to stab KĆli through the heart. Of course, he never got the chance as (Y/n) threw herself onto his head (sheās not stupid, you would need more than two people to kill that monster), making him stumble, KĆli in one hand, until he walked to the edge, and knocked she, Tauriel, KĆli, and himself off the edge. Legolas got the kill in the end, KĆli was still injured, his leg stabbed.
This brings (Y/n) to the present. Four days after Azogās demise. Four days since the death of sweet FĆli, and King Thorin. DĆ”in, and Thranduil had both bought healers with their armies, and were unafraid to share them amongst their allies, thankfully. Like the rest of the company, she had paid respects at the bodies, unable to find KĆli, the last she saw of him being when she handed him away. Heād whispered things, similar to when he was poisoned, but this time she knew some words, such as AmrĆ¢limĆŖ.
After everything, their argument seemed silly, she shouldnāt have stormed off, and he should have listened to her. Funny, what feelings can do to someone.
What should she do next? Return home?
What ever chance she had with Mister KĆli before, without a doubt has vanished. For he is The King Under the Mountain, there will be plenty of dwarf-women with luscious beads a Dwarf like him should prefer.
If KĆli could hear her thoughts, he would most certainly ask her if she was well. Clearly, he should have been more verbal with his desires. For three days ā after spending a night and day unconscious ā he has been dealing with logistics, future plans, funeral plans, and alliances with those who helped protect the mountain. Never, was he supposed to be King, FĆli was.
The reminder of his name pulls hard at his heart, and he has to clutch it in order to try and breath again. Why him? Why does he live?
Of course, he knows his AmrĆ¢limĆŖ made it so, but why would AulĆ« allow it? Surely, he was the least qualified, immature.
He had barely been given an hour with his brother and uncle alone. Is he not King? Can he not deem where his time is spent? He has since reunited with the rest of the Company but finds himself watching (Y/n) from afar. Did she feel as he felt? Unable to breath when away from her? Unable to see the true beauty of the emerald Erebor without her by his side?
His entire life he has waited to go to Erebor, but now the Kingdom feels predatory, as if Smaug is still here, without his brother, uncle and mother by his side.
He watches her, clad in a fresh linen shirt, and trousers. He tries to stop his eyes from lingering on her body, having only seen her in dresses. Her hair is twisted in an updo. No ribbon today, making him frown. She must have lost it in the battle. He must scour the battlefield for it. (Y/n) prefers it to the clasps and ties currently in her hair. She has clearly put on the first clothes given to her, yet he finds himself unable to look away. He has never seen such a beauty, Mithril can barely compare to her.
She helps as she helps an injured Dwarf walk with a stick for the first time. So gentle, so kind.
He cannot look away from her, cannot fight the urge to be with her, consume her.
āBlimey. Itās like waiting for the market to open three hours early,ā the voice startles him. Bilbo. āStop watching her like some sort of criminal and talk to her.ā
He faces the Hobbit, āsorry?ā
Bilbo looks quite the definition of unamused. āWeāre not blind, you know?ā
āExactly!ā The voice of Ori yelps from afar, once again, the Company present are clearly watching their favourite play. A yelp soon follows as Dori clips him over the head, making Nori bellow a laugh.
āLook,ā Bilbo says, placing a hand on his back as he turns them away, āit is true, you should have asked her to court you, not presumed. She doesnāt know all about your culture, you know? There arenāt many books on it, your people are quite secretive.ā KĆli nods, proud of his peopleās privacy. āI know she has feelings for you; I saw that dandelion you leapt after. Now is the time, sweet Dwarf to go and make your intentions known.ā
KĆli stops walking, biting his lip as he turns to his friend, āI don't know. There has just been a ba-ā
ā- Before she leaves.ā Bilbo interrupts him, sighing, nodding slowly as he turns to stare at the ground wistfully.
āWhat?!ā KĆli shouts, causing everyone to turn to look at him quizzically, including (Y/n). āNothing to see here.ā They all quickly avert their gaze, except (Y/n) who lingers. āWhat do you mean sheās leaving?ā He whispers, eyes trying to meet the Halflingās who fails to look up from the floor.
āWell, she canāt stay forever, she has a life. Perhaps you can send her share of the treasure via courier?ā Bilbo fights hard to fight of a smirk, which continues to succeed.
āA life?ā KĆli looks distraught. He will be in her life, not matter what. He inhales, nodding as he straightens his back, sharpening his posture. He puffs out the chest, āI will talk to her. Apologise.ā
āGood on you,ā Bibo lets himself grin as the young Dwarf turns on his heel, and begins to limp over to her.
Heās doing it. He is doing it! HE IS DOING IT!
āExcuse me, my King āā
He is not doing it.
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It is only that evening is the King spare, having allocated supplies and food for the time being. KĆliās easy smile falls to his face as he hobbles along to the new chambers delegated to his lady. Of course, if she accepted his offer her chambers will be far finer.
His knocks are firm, and within a minute (Y/n) opens the door, a flash of heat hits his body from the fireplace. His bow is deep, and he grins as he rises, then his smile falls. She is glad in a nightgown, a spare hide pulled around her shoulders. He gasps, quickly averting his eyes to her face as his cheeks redden, and he swallows the lump in his throat.
Her mouth opens in a gentle āohā, her cheeks also flushing. Good, KĆli thinks to himself, having some hope she is as mad for him, as he is she.
āI have come to apologise. I told you Iād find you.ā He smirks, trying not to watch as she fixes her grip on her makeshift shawl.
āYou told me youād find me.ā She gently repeats, the cold of the stonework seeping through her thick socks.
āI apologise for the time; this is my first moment alone. But I was foolish, you are undressed, and I apologise -ā
She cuts him off with a gentle laugh, it tugs at his heart, his arm twitching as he fights to stop it from clutching his heart. āDonāt be daft, Mister ā My King, you have seen me in worser conditions on our adventure.ā
He has not. She always had layers over her nightgown due to propriety and the temperature. In fact, he is certain she did not wear a nightgown, instead underclothes like men underneath another dress she wore for the evening. A dress not of white cotton, thin material.
She steps aside to let him in, and he bows in thanks, making her laugh. āA King should not bow.ā
He turns to her, eyes firm, serious, making her cheeks flush harsher, āI will always bow to you.ā
Oh my. Now her cheeks burn, she can feel it radiating, the muscles in her face hurt from smiling as she swallows, the warmth spreading through her.
āOh.ā
āFirst I wish to thank you for saving -,ā one hand remains on his stick, grounding him, the other fumbling behind his back when she cuts him off.
Her mouth is set in a line, eyes firm, commanding as she shakes her head, shutting the door behind him, ādonāt be so bloody ridiculous. I wasnāt going to just let you die.ā
āNo. No. Of course not, what I mean, is ā,ā the flush on his face and neck spreads to his ears, and down his arms, staining his skin pink.
āEver.ā
Blimey. KĆli nods to himself, unable to take his eyes from hers no matter how much he wishes to look away to gather himself.
āBut you are welcome,ā (Y/n) grins at him, teasing him. Blimey. He loves it.
āThank you,ā his easy smirk attempts to fight the flush on his face, āsecondly ā I. I know I am in the wrong. I shouldnāt have expected you to know our rituals, I should have asked you āā
āWait, KĆli āā She shakes her head, reaching out a hand to stop him, but he cuts her off.
āPlease, let me finish,ā she nods, and he takes a gulp of air, āI shouldnāt have said what I did either. My pride was wounded; I should have listened to you.ā She nods as he speaks, not in agreement but in earnest, to show she is listening. āI should have asked you, I thought you were asking me, but still, I am the Dwarf. I should have noticed how easily you kept asking to braid my hair, that you didn't know the meaning. I'm sorry.ā
It is late, she was on the brink of sleep, and despite planning the conversation in her head the past week, she did not imagine it to occur like this. Here the King stands in her chambers, late at night, clad in similar wear to his journey, yet to step into fully into his reign. The crown he has donned the last few days is not here. He is here as KĆli, she realises, not as the second in line after FĆli, nor as the King. KĆli. With so long to stew in her anger, and humiliation, all that is left is her hurt, her vulnerability.
His eyes are soft, so soft, yet they attempt to strip back the layers of her soul as they gaze into her eyes, āthe truth is ā I was upset. I thought finally someone finds me... attractive. And not just anyone, you, the only one amongst Dwarves, a Halfling and a Wizard. The longer we spent together, the more I enjoyed your presence, then when we began to what I thought was courting, I could not consider being away from you.ā He gasps for air again, watching as sweet (Y/n) clutches her chest.
āPlease, please, just forgive me.ā He almost whispers, lips parting dutifully as his earnestness in his eyes grows, āwhen FĆli told me the truth I was furious at him, even more so you. Still, I should have never spoken to my brother and you as I did. Especially you, when our relat ā our friendship could not mend as easily. I didn't listen to you.ā
So much more he wishes to say, yet he finds himself unable to, not when her lips part again, so eager to speak before she does.
āOh KĆli,ā his eyes clench shut for a second, unable to take how it sounds on her lips, āI should have noticed, especially with your most recent gift.ā He fights back a flinch as he remembers how it looked to see her without it; how much it hurt when she took it off. All his own doing. āThe truth is, I never thought you, as wonderful, as kind as you areā¦ could ever fancy me.ā His brows furrow at that. Does she not realise her beauty rivals the rarest jewel? āWhen you let me braid your hair, I enjoyed it far more than I should have. I was confused by your sudden change of character, thought you finally thought of me as a member of this company. When FĆli told me I was shocked and horrified I had been courting you without showing how I felt. I was shocked at finding myself courting anyone, this is my first time, you see.ā KĆli fights back an evil thought of āgoodā at the idea of (Y/n) never courting anyone beforehand. āWhen you confronted me, I was angry, angry you were playing victim, when I felt it was I who was fooled. You should have asked me to court you, but I also should have asked about the braiding and the looks the company were giving us. When you said you couldnāt believe you had ever wished to marry me, I was wounded and angry, that is why I said it back. I was angry, so angry, which is why I fled, why I cried, why I stupidly tripped over myself and hit my nose, and why I was even angrier at you for not crying when I came in with Ćin.ā
The smile that begun to grow, the hope in his chest falls. āI did this to you?ā He whispers, heart breaking and before he can stop him self the hand behind his back moves to gently cup her cheek. He stops himself from actually touching her, thankfully, merely hovering. Under no circumstances would he ever wish to make her uncomfortable. āD-does it still hurt?ā He gulps.
She shakes her head, brows softening, eyes as soft and as deep as a spring. Before she can stop herself, she clasps her own hand over his, placing it against her cheek. She does not move her hand, and both try to ignore the swarming butterflies in their bellies.
In truth her pain had long since faded, par when she touches it harshly, which she has learned not to do.
āOh, my dear KĆli, I did this. My clumsiness,ā she lets out a breathless laugh, āyou would never hurt me, and never could. Iād kill you if you ever did.ā
They both laugh at that.
āMy worldā¦ my world has ended,ā KĆli admits, āmy brother is gone.ā He clenches his eyes shut, head tilting up to the ceiling ever so slightly, and her own eyes begin to well at the memory, of her own friendship, but the tears that slip from her are for his pain. āMy uncle, my King, killed. My mother is far away, I -,ā he opens his eyes, letting his tears fall loose as he looks down to her, āI should want to die. I do, but not as much as I should.ā She gasps at the idea of him ever dying, the pain too much and before she can stop her urge, she places her other hand on his chest, over his heart. āI know I have a duty, I know I should live for those we have lost. I want to make them proud ā I-I do.ā His voice cracks at that, āI confess, I am holding on that bit more because I know you are still here, on this plain. That somewhere, no matter where you are, you will be happy. And that happiness makes me happy. I wish to bare witness to it, to your happiness, everyoneās, but mostly yours.ā
āOh KĆli.ā
His forehead tilts to meet her own, causing their breath to get caught in their throats, as their eyes shut closed. For a second, they stay like that, not moving, not touching further.
āI confess, my feelings remain unchanged. I must know if you accept my apology, you owe nothing else.ā
Her eyes drift open, unable able to tear from his closed ones. āOh KĆli, not matter how mad at you I am, I could never stop loving you.ā
He gasps, eyes flying open, meeting hers. āO-oh.ā
āI accept your apology, if you accept mine.ā
āThere is no need for me to, AmrĆ¢limĆŖ. You did nothing wrong. I was the fool.ā
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As much as the King wanted to marry her, he needed time to grieve, and (Y/n) to sort her affairs. So, seven moons later he proposed marriage, she accepted and four moons later they were married.
Oh, how glorious. How glorious indeed.
They only waited so long so Bilbo could attend, which he did.
Also, (Y/n) had to wait for the finest craftsman to make her headpiece. A gorgeous tiara, instead of spikes, gorgeous yellow dandelions spaced apart, and dripping down from each an array of jewels resting against her forehead. When KĆli saw the tiara, heād never smiled so wide, and his cheeks were already aching, his lips feelings as if they would tear.
It was a wonderful ceremony, and an even better lifetime they spent together.
Amongst other things on their wedding night, KĆli presented her with a gorgeous bead, yet to take out the one she gifted him the year prior, and the two of them braided each others hair.
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A/N:Ā Guys, lowkey I have a great fanfic idea across the movies, about an abomination female character (half dwarf/half hobbit) and our favourite prince, lowkey little enemies vibes, etc. I don't know, though. Ah. I would have to post it on Ao3 too, of course. Though, I do not have an account.
I requested: Making Snowmen + Hot chocolate for the cold
A sequel to this fic that I wrote for Sebek. Turns angsty lol.
Sebek Zigvolt
Because he had the entire weekend off, due to you seeking the help of both Lilia and Malleus when your relationship was on the rocks. Saturday came around, and he had fallen asleep and accidentally stayed the night. He was freaking out, worrying that his Housewarden was going to be angry, but you showed him a text from the Vice Housewarden, that said he was given permission to stay over at Ramshackle for the weekend he had off.
That being said, you told him that you were going back into the snow today, and he let out a groan of annoyance. You should know by now that he preferred humid and warm climates, which is why he loved the Botanical Gardens.
But, this was your payback, as he had spent weeks ignoring you and choosing his schoolwork as well as the Prince over you. That last sentiment was understandable, as that was the code of a knight, but the former statement really hurt. It was like he would prioritize anything over you, and while you first excused it as him adjusting to being romantically involved with someone, it got to a point where you were done.
Anyway, you opened the front door, and a rush of cool air burst into the corridor. You heard Sebek shiver, despite being wrapped in many different layers. Grim was also shivering, but he had claimed that he only needed his scarf and gloves to keep warm. You called his bluff, but he stuck to his guns.
When Sebek had finally joined you outside, you immediately shouted, āLETāS BUILD A SNOWMAN!ā
You managed to spook him with the sudden outburst, but he immediately started making a plan. He was going to make the base, as he would be able to roll it to the designated spot you made. You would get its midsection, and he would help you lift it up. Then, Grim would make the head out of snow.
And so you all split up. You had to head inside to grab a spare scarf as well as a carrot and buttons, and then you placed them on the ground at said spot. Then you started getting the snowball for the torso.
It didnāt take too long for Sebek to finish, nor did it take long for Grim, but the difference was that Grim found himself rolling as a snowball with the snowball. He was rolling down the hill, and he suddenly hit a rock hidden in the snow, and he was launched into the air. Itās not like he could aim away from you, so he ended up landing on top of you.
With a loud oomph, you landed on the ground, and your boyfriend rushed over to make sure that you were okay. It turns out that you were laughing as you, through giggles, asked if the cat monster was okay. The crocodile half-fae helped you up, checking over you to make sure that you didnāt sustain any serious injuries, and you just continued to make the torso of the snowman.
Eventually, you and Grim rolled your parts to Sebekās part, and he helped you lift each part. Grim was insistent on lifting his own, so the knight lifted the cat who, in turn, placed the head on top of the snowman.
Now it was time to decorate it, and you grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around the snowmanās neck. Sebek shoved the carrot in the middle of the head, making it its nose. Grim helped with the buttons, and you smiled at the masterpiece. You turned to see your lover, and the tip of his nose as well as the apples of his cheeks were pink.
Maybe it was time to head inside.
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You immediately started making some hot chocolate. You didnāt realize how cold you actually were because of how much fun you were having, but you couldnāt feel your fingers or toes. It felt like a Herculean effort to just blink. The aroma of the sweet ingredients wafted through the air, making the dorm smell amazing.
āIām sorryā¦ā That was a first. You turned to see the man who youāve called your āknight in shining armorā, looking ashamed and guilty.
āFor what, Seb?ā
āFor neglecting you, and that is the best way to say it so donāt say differently. You had to go to Waka-sama and Lilia-sama for Sevenās sakes because I was prioritizing my work over you,ā He was getting a bit worked up, angry about his own failure.
āJust admitting your fault is enough-ā
āNo, it is not. I hurt you, which is detestable for a knight! What can I do to make it up to you?ā
A moment passed of him being close to tears, and you had to hold in your laughter. But, you canāt really be blamed. For the longest time, the First Year who was now on his knees, begging for a way to get you to forgive him, had called you a āhumanā in such a disgusted tone. Maybe the significant other effect is real?
The hot cocoa was finished, and you poured it into two mugs from the pot you made it in. Your smile dropped, a sombre expression appearing on your face in its place.
āDo you have time to have a cup of hot chocolate with me?ā You asked, voice very close to breaking. You had to use both hands to steady the mug as you extended it towards him, and his eyes were surprisingly glassy.
āMore than enough,ā He responded, taking a sip of the sweet drink.
I guess this is the part where I scream? Anyway, I wrote a guide to the Disney Halloween Recruiters last year, but Iām writing a new one along with this journal post because there have been quite a few changes from last yearās show format. Iāll also run down the basics again for anyone who missed it!
Also, sorry for the varying photo quality. My phone is really fickle about lighting and a lot of photos taken later in the day look more washed out because of the sun. My phone also thinks āzoomā is a synonym for āmosaicā.
Can you write one with Aegon? Where his wife, who has just discovered she is pregnant, ends up being attacked by an undercover guard and nearly kills her, but her bodyguard kills the intruder. However, even injured, when Aegon returns to the room without knowing what happened, because she didn't want to tell him, he sees her injured and takes care of her.
HOW THEY REACT WHEN YOU WERE INJURED
ā PAIRING ; Aemond Targaryen | Jacaerys Velaryon | Aegon II Targaryen x Pregnant!Reader/OC/Self-Insert
ā SUMMARY ; In which the boys were unable to protect you while pregnant when an assassination had happen when he is not within your reach. (Takes place during the war towards late war.)
ā WARNINGS ; angst with fluffy ending, youre pregnant, minimal violence, ooc characters, some minor/major(?) spoilers from the book (wont indicate what it is).
NOTE ; Ā I changed the concept to them knowing you're pregnant instead so that their intentions would be far more heavy! It's quite hard to write it fully so I hope it is fine! (got the askers permission to write it with Jac and Ae too!)
Aegon was content with the few things he had in life and would not want them stripped away. The war took a toll on his whole life, which is still currently happening to his dismay. He was trying to hunt with a handful of his comrades to alleviate his nerves before the Blacks made their move while still struggling with a foot injury. However, the peaceful moment was quickly interrupted when a squire hurried to deliver some news. He turned his horse to ride back to the castle in such a hurry that not even the knights and lords who had been riding with him could halt when he learned about the incident that had recently occurred while he was gone.
He yelled as he slid off the horse without assistance, "Who dares touch the queen? I will rip their limbs off!" He winced in agony but dragged his injured feet towards the assembly of knights despite the advice of the maesters, who sought to assist him but were met with a swat of his palm.
His gaze penetrated the bloodied man next to your sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole, "So you're the fuckin' bastard," he snarled. He was littered with bruises and wounds; Criston clearly took a toll on him, but he managed to keep himself from doing more harm, though Aegon remained unsatisfied. Rather, he gave the man a punch to the face, then spat at him before sneering at Criston. He was clearly unhappy with him for not having been able to prevent the incident straight away, but he kept quiet. "Ser Criston, I command you to amputate each of his limbs one by one."
"Try not to cut his nerve. I want him to experience it slowly," were his last words before he left and dismissed the pleas of mercy from the assailant, asking the servants to escort him to your shared quarters immediately.
You were covered in bruises and had a fresh cut on your lip when he first met you. He fought back tears as he demanded the healers to leave your chamber immediately and cursed at them for mistreating you while he was absent even if they were trying their best to alleviate your pain. When the room was empty, he had knelt down next to you, trying to bandage you, though his limited knowledge of such things frustrated him before he whimpered on your lap. Suffocating himself within his own tears.
He sobbed uncontrollably while you whispered sweet words of comfort to him, "I'm sorry, I'm deeply sorry,... " He doesn't know anything; he doesn't even know how to protect his pregnant wife and their unborn child. He became frustrated with himself as he bit his lip, drawing blood, and vented his feelings to you: "My sweet girl, I can't even protect you."
"I'm frightened," he confessed as he pecked the back of your hand before peering at you while tears gushed down his ashen cheeks, his eyes begging for forgiveness. "I will never leave you again, my love. I promise."
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Aemond had just returned from an expedition with Vhagar. He had received a notice from the Keep informing him that you had been the victim of an attempted assassination. No matter how he urged Vhagar to fly faster, she did not advance him far enough for him to be satisfied with the pace.
Vhagar landed outside the gates after entering the Red Keep's border. His dignity eluded him as he fled. Even though they paid no heed at Aemond, the knights were perplexed by the prince's unexpected action. Whenever a maester attempted to stop the prince's advances, he was silenced by the prince's gaze, too scared to face the wrath of the second prince as he lived up to his infamous reputation.
He gasped for air when he saw you laying on your shared bed and then walked cautiously over to you, as if not to scare you. "What happened to him?" he whispered, his voice cold yet soothing.
"Dead, Aemond," You immediately embraced the evidently shaken man, and he reciprocated the embrace, trying to ease his tremors. He felt disgusted with himself for not being able to even protect you through such a catastrophic event, yet he was also relieved that you were still alive and breathing and that your pregnancy was not affected. "I am afraid." You added before Aemond gave you a tender kiss.
He inspected your wounds delicately, asking, "Where does it hurt?" You pointed to the locations of all the injuries and recounted what had happened in extensive detail while he grunted in agreement. If it had been someone else, you may have assumed they were not paying attention, but Aemond had a different way of expressing it; after kissing you once again, he cleansed your wounds and covered them with fresh cloths.
His brows furrowed as he was plainly distressed and lost in thought. You smiled before placing your lips against his in an attempt to console him, and he moaned in surprise but returned the kiss deeply. He guided you with his hand behind your neck and did not rush the tender moment you two were sharing. He pressed his forehead against yours after several kisses and whispered lowly, "I'll kill them all, every last one of them."
"I'll win this war for you and for our child, my lady, my (Y/N)."
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Jacaerys, who seeks to control his emotions as advised by his teacher, couldn't help but spout incoherent obscenities when the information was presented to him. He had just completed sealing the partnership of the North when he received unfortunate news as soon as he arrived in Dragonstone.
He projected his voice into the room: "When did it take place?" The black council stayed silent. Mysaria, the acknowledged Mistress of Whisperers, spoke up with clarity, concerned that she might have disrespected the prince. She had just entered Dragonstone to deliver information when she was met by the prince's wrath.
"Just half a moon ago, my prince," she answered honestly, as Jacaerys clasped both of his hands together and took a deep breath. His anger is only just rising.
He hissed faintly, "And you told me exactly that now?"
Before Mysaria could respond, a Lord intervened, saying, "It is my duty to see you tended first before ā"
The thud of the chair collapsing on the floor echoed throughout the room before the prince went out. Although he stomped violently with each stride, they were nevertheless somewhat elegant. The council members lowered their heads as he passed by them, but he didn't take note of it as he glanced at his protector and beckoned for him to follow.
However, once he had left the room, he developed a scowl, and his previous comfortable gait had been replaced with a brisker one. His breath paused as he witnessed you being treated for your injuries by the healers, after presumably having only just nudged the door partially open.
When you spotted him at last, you had the strength to smile at him briefly. He sat next to you on your bed and thanked the healers, pleased with their work, but it pained his heart to see you smiling even in your condition. He showered you with multiple soft kisses on your forehead, nose, lips, and neck before resting his head on your shoulder.
His palm massaged your growing stomach as his voice was low, and he said, "My lovely girls." Despite the fact that he longed for a boy, he caved in and accepted that his unborn child would be a girl as a result of the way you would correct him frequently when he spoke of the male pronouns for your child.
"You were so strong; I am very proud of you." He uttered it before giving you a peck on the stomach; his head is now resting on it as he sings a lullaby while both of you rest. "Do not worry; I am here now, and no one will lay a hand on you ever again."
Honestly you just want us all on the Alys hate train bc I have bought my ticket and Iām ready to board and never leave - letās run this bitch over
Honestly I didn't knew people would hate her on the fic! I was so surprised to wake up to comments saying they hated her that I just bursted into laughing! I tried making her grey but I did so bad at it lmao.
Ngl, my thoughts on Alys is kinda 50/50. I can't really find a reason to hate her when the book provides limited info 'bout her. Though she isn't my favorite character of course, she reminds me too much of Melisandre(which I disdain) and I am kinda agreeing with Mushroom's context of her. There's a theory that I kinda believe, she's 40 and an old woman who looks young for that kind of time(which is sus) and that she bewitched Aemond to fall in love with her, I do not really believe Aemond fall in love quite easily and the fact he killed everyone but her is kinda suspicious.
But anyways! I shall wait for the show's pov, I also would accept your offer on running her over š. (Just cause im petty and Im team black lol)
ā PAIRING ; Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Reader/OC/Self-Insert
ā SUMMARY ; In which you, the reader, saw your best friend Aemond marry another woman while being in an unrequited love with him.
ā WARNINGS ; angst no comfort at all, if you donāt like little dialogues then I do not suggest this fic as it only focuses on the mcās emotions throughout the whole ordeal with few dialogues. Alys Rivers is not a bastard here in this AU, she is referred to as Alys Strong instead. OOC?
NOTE ;Ā Inspired by love, rosie and the other woman cover of lana del rey. I Also Made A Playlist! Itās a short read but I hope you can enjoy the music as well. If you would prefer one song as you read this fanfic I suggest High Hopes by Kodaline as the song is where it is heavily and mostly based on! I really suggest listening to the playlist or that song while you read this.Ā
I am kinda 50/50 with this fic. I ironically like writing it but I just wished I couldāve wrote it better! It was supposed to be based on Charles and Dianaās arguement at the TV series though I scratched it even if I have already wrote a whole draft of it. So I wish you can enjoy this read!
A friendship is supposed to last; that is what you keep telling yourself.
Aemond and you were two of the closest people in the castle. You two struggled through the difficult times together. There were a couple times when you two argued, such as when you didn't agree with how he claimed Vhagar, but these disagreements were quickly resolved because you two couldn't stand to be apart from one another.
Your family will always be a Lannister, and your father, Tyland Lannister, entered the small council when Lord Corlys left to embark on war, and he kept his seat warm by holding the position of Master of Ships. He was permitted to stay at Kingslanding with his family as part of the arrangement, and this was fulfilled. You first encountered Aemond as he observed the Godswood while absorbed in his thoughts. Although the prince indicated he was fine when you asked him if he was, you insisted on making him happy when his expression and actions stated otherwise.
It started out slowly, with him initially being offended by your advances and considering them to be a pity. However, you were quick to disagree and dubbed it "being closer to someone of your age." Though one occurrence altered it all, you noticed him wandering through the corridors and into an unoccupied region. You crept up behind them, curiosity lingering, until you heard a single whimper and noticed his shoulders gradually begin to rise. You hurried over to him without hesitating, and when you did, he finally gave in and embraced you while he sobbed uncontrollably.
He would acknowledge your presence when you appeared in his presence by nodding; as a result, there was a mutual connection; and soon, small talk about subjects that only the two of you could dance about would begin. You will never forget the way his eyes lit up and how his normally firm lips rose their corners in fits of laughter the very day he laughed at your humor. That was the day you discovered you weren't just intrigued by the prince by simply wishing to be his friend; you were also gradually falling in love with him.
You welcomed the conceptāthe possibilityāof having the surname Targaryen. You adored the way it resonated, and you soon began to think that little oddities in his behavior were very endearing. You enjoyed how his eyes would enlarge when he was earnest, his obsession with honing his swordsmanship, and the way his face would light up every time he saw you at the library as you both discussed the contents of the book you had just begun.
You love it all, even his eccentricities and his lowest points. Though things typically come to an end, when Alys Strong came into the picture, yours did as well.
Your pleasant interactions with Aemond eventually drifted to him gushing about the new lady that came into the Keep. Though it was difficult to overlook her frequent appearances as you and Aemond sauntered around the castle, you initially didn't bat an eye at it.
She would engage in the bonding activities you had with the prince. You were initially ok with her interruptions as you observed how Aemond would go from a man who typically pays attention to what you have to say to someone who would start speaking about topics you had never even heard of before when Alys would join.
Although you felt stiff, you were relieved that Aemond and Alys didn't notice it. How could they when they were attracted to one another? You two, along with one of Alys' closest friends, were invited to the castle for a modest gatheringāa tea party. The very first time you had seen Aemond flush and stammer aloud was when he sat down on the chair that Alys gave and the way her hands lingered on his shoulder. He had never done that before, not to you or to anybody else.
It was unfair; she was gorgeous, intelligent, and intrigued by peculiar things. All of the activities and interests that Aemond loved.Ā You understood you were holding back their development for one another at that point. You then excused yourself out of self-pity.
"You haven't even sat down." Aemond became suspicious when he noticed that you were suddenly acting differently and said, "How are you fairing?"
You laughed nervously, shaking your head as you placed one hand over it. "Yes," you answered too hastily, though you will soon regret it, "I meant no. Apologies, my mind is foggy, and I'm not feeling good at all."
Alys frowned as she spoke, "Oh dear, take your time and rest."
You added, "Well, I apologize for this hasty departure, and I shall now excuse myself, my ladies, and my prince." You had never regarded them by their titles before, but as you ran out the doors, you were overcome by your feelings. You gulped for air; unaware that you hadn't been breathing for the entire meeting, you were relieved to receive a break. You hurried to your room to get ready for the rest of the day as your eyes started to swell up.
Everything persisted, and your excuses increased significantly in frequency. While you were away, Alys became progressively closer to Aemond, and your connection with him deteriorated. Your heart would soar when Aemond would visit, giving you the impression that he had chosen you, even if the way he spoke when Alys was around was different. He would tell about how he bonded with the lovely girl, and even though it was just a wish, you hoped he had done the same for you.
Then it happened.
You wished you hadn't seen the invitation letter, but that can only be accomplished by going back in time or being blind, which Aemond wouldn't approve of. But there it is, opened and intact, the contents in sight as your head pounded.
Tomorrow night, Aemond and Alys are scheduled to propose marriage, as stated in the letter of invitation.
Your personal maid was waiting for your notice while your dress, which Aemond constantly complimented, was placed on your bed. Your heart began to race as the following day approached so quickly. Even as handmaidens assisted you with your attire and makeup, you divulged yourself in your thoughts to soothe your racing heart. Someone knocked on the door just as you were beginning to forget the incident. The someone being the one you'd hoped to avoid spending the entire evening with.
His pleasant voice, filled with honesty, was expressing, "You look beautiful, Y/N," and you will miss hearing it. You chuckled, then looked back at him and peered into his eyes.
You returned, "You look handsome as well, my prince," and you accompanied him out through the door. "I wish you wouldn't call me that, though," he said, his face seeming rather somber as his eyes continued to watch your every movement.
You lifted an eyebrow, "Call you what?"
"My title," he continued, with pursed lips as he gave you a knowing look. Was your distance really that significant, or had it gotten out of hand? He continued after clearing his throat to get your attention when you didn't respond, "We have been friends for so long; we are comfortable with each other, are we not?"
Your breath hitched, and you felt your eyes fill. "Of course, Aemond." Aemond caught a glimpse of it and hugged you. You blame yourself for being too conceited, and you appreciated his embrace by clutching a little too firmly onto his garment around his back, "I'm going to miss you."
Aemond rested his palm on your cheek and brushed your tears away, ending the hug with a chuckle that seemed to be in bewilderment. His face was so close to yours that if someone had seen it, they may well have thought it was immoral. "There's no need to; nothing will change. We will see each other again just like usual."
"Oh," were you expecting too much? Perhaps you are, and perhaps you should stop. You took a quick breath, refocused, and then steadied yourself.Ā
"Of course," you both approached the banquet hall as you murmured with a somber smile and your hand accepting his outstretched arm.
There were too many people for you to appreciate, and your normal seat adjacent to the man you love was warm as it had already been claimed by someone else. Your gaze never left the pair, their fits of laughter after a few too many drinks, and the way they held hands when guests attended their proposal feast. Yes, you were resentful, but could you really blame yourself? Would you not be upset if the man you have loved for a very long time chose someone else instead of you?
The feast was lavish, with many tables set across from each other to precisely frame the couple. There were several chandeliers lit up especially for the event. You chuckled as you recalled asking Aemond when you were younger how it was done and his only response being that the stars did it. The guests who crowded the room were happy, which indicated that it was warm, but your side of it remained frigid.
Truth be told, your parents only recently decided to focus on your personal engagement a mere few weeks ago, and Cregan Stark, the young Lord of House Winterfell, offered his hand to you. Your parents have put a stop to all endeavors for all these years as they have witnessed your friendship with the prince, perhaps expecting that you two would soon find comfort in one another. How stupid you were, and now that you're old enough, the letters have become fewer and farther between, but you still hold out hope that you and Aemond will mend fences and become much more. A stupid idea, really.
Even though you were present, most of the speakers and toast-raisers were people you had never met before or who made fun of your relationship with Aemond. Although this gave you time to ponder, a true friend would congratulate your friend on their engagement. Although you weren't very adept at expressing your emotions, with the help of ail, it allowed you to become the kind of good friend you would imagine yourself to be. With your glass rising and a smile on your face, you sprang up and turned to face the engaged pair.
"I also," you cleared your throat while your hand trembled at the amount of attention you had gathered by your sudden outburst. Aemond gave a comforting nod at you, you almost laughed at yourself, even at this moment of time he is always so worried and supportive of you, "want to raise a toast."
You could hear the cheers of people, beckoning you to continue. "I would like to thank the Gods for how they introduced both of this loving couple to one another," you gazed at Alys with a warm heart; although with a tinge of envy, you couldn't help but see her blooming with beauty at the current moment.
You could hear the cheers of people, beckoning you to continue. "I would like to thank the Gods for how they introduced both of this loving couple to one another," you gazed at Alys with a warm heart; although with a tinge of envy, you couldn't help but see her blooming with beauty at the current moment.
"When Alys was first introduced, I knew instantly that Aemond would love her truly," Alys chuckled, placing her head on Aemond's shoulder while she smiled warmly at you.
Your smile fell, though your composure didn't, as you continued, your gaze hardening, "Choosing the one that you want to share your entire life with is a gift, something some of us will never get to experience."
"Your friendship and love have brought many things; some would say they can even see colors when both of you unite. Something I wish I could've seen as well, though the gods play a different game," A couple of people laughed as you joined their fits though yours were grave.
"They demonstrated to us that even if you don't view something as others may, you can still perceive it that way." You shifted your eyes on Aemond as you noticed him getting tense on his seat while you gnawed your lip in fear. If he wasn't conscious of your feelings at the time, perhaps he is now.
"Because I know I love you, no matter where you are, what you were doing, or whoever you loved. I will always be there, loving you as much as I can." The room fell still as low, astonished whispers from a few people emerged.
Aemond's jaw opened and his eyes widened as his hold on Alys loosened. It appeared as though he was about to say something but restrained himself. Alys' attention flickered between you two, from confusion to acknowledgement, but you guessed it just as such because you were too exhausted to really absorb anything before realizing how awkward the environment had become.
"As a friend," you laughed uncomfortably, correcting yourself. Your other hand, which was concealed below the table, would scratch its own skin with its overgrown nails; you know it would bleed, but the embarrassment is far more frightening than a simple blood spill. Alys appeared comforted as you turned back to glance at Aemond, who was left to his own thoughts while his gaze was still focused on you.
You continued, however your nerves were still there, "Though I am not alone now, and I am grateful that she provides you with things I couldn't provide."
"So let us raise our cups once more to my favorite friends." You raised your cup higher and placed a beaming smile on your face, saying, "Congratulations on your betrothal; may your marriage flourish and never end."
"Sincerly, from your friend."
While the audience applauded in unison and some even screamed accolades at you after your speech, it didn't help that after you sat in your seat, you felt yourself continue to merge with it as your eyes began to wet a little. Though it didn't stop there, Alys stood up, raising her own cup with a beautiful smile and saying, "Thank you, my dear friend. I also want to raise a toast to you about your engagement."
No, not like this. Your eyes became wide, nearly making you desire for her to cease, though she continued. Her smile widened, though it held no sincerity. "To Cregan Stark."
Aemond and you locked gaze once again. "I wish both of you a healthy engagement as well," the female added before coyly kissing her fiance's cheek. The expression he exhibited was a complex one, but you were too busy being humiliated to understand the message behind it.
Following the ceremony, there was a dance as people chatted among themselves. You could have thought it was an opportunity to introduce yourself, but instead you stood next to a pillar and listened to a woman talk to you about things you couldn't even fixate on. Only Aemond's potential current feelings toward youāpossibly disgustācan impair your judgment. Even though your little encounter was swiftly over, you noticed Aemond peeking your way amongst the joyful crowd, seemingly hoping to strike up a conversation. Before turning to face you, he had excused himself from a Lord during his short conversation with the elder.
Your lips quivered as you reflected, 'No, not this way.'
You again excused yourself before Aemond could get to you. Avoiding a potential conversation between you two is the one thing you have ever been excellent at. You abandoned your glass and walked out of the overcrowded room as the lady nodded in understanding but seemed baffled. Missing the way Aemond had called out for your attention but was dismissed by your abrupt choice of action.
Your knees gave out as you attempted to stand in front of the tree, the exact godswood where you and Aemond first met, and tears began to flow from your eyes. You begged for prayers, pleading with your wounded heart to cease whatever it was doing and demanding that it carry you far from where you stood. You have suffered for too long; you have finally realized that, and you have acknowledged that the very God you were praying to is harsh and cruel. As you cradled yourself in your sobs, you yanked at the soil with rage, your forehead meeting the tip of it, as wails could be heard throughout the entire space, not caring if someone would eavesdrop.
You thought of vows that could have been ensued if you were only tough enough to conjure and confess your feelings to him, as well as the numerous āwhat ifsā that might have followed.
Of all the people your heart has chosen to love, it chose a man who loves another. And most of all, you wept, wishing he had chosen you instead of her.
Writing unrequited love of aemond x reader hurts alot, been listening to the other woman cover of lana del ray and i can feel tears welling up, i need therapy. Anyways will be posting this tomorrow!
The green children in modern/snapchat au, was inspired heavily by tomcat's version and gabriel picolo! Pls dont repost without credit! (Picolo responded Im so effin happy, also will be doing the blacks version with Jacaerys, Lucerys and Baby Joffrey!)
Could you write an Aegon fic with the reader where she is pregnant with their first child (a girl)? But while the reader is in labor, it's being too risky, so when she asks everyone to leave, she leaves shortly after her room and as she passes through the hallway where Aegon's family is waiting for the news, they see her heading in. towards the garden, where the dragon is. The reader is afraid of dying during labor, so she asks her dragon Moraxx to set fire on her, Dracarys, but at the time Aegon appears and manages to prevent it, and in that, the birth ends up happening right there and everything ends up fine.
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ā PAIRING ; Father! Aegon Targaryen II x Pregnant!Reader/OC/Self-Insert
ā SUMMARY ; (Almost what httpjijikook said!) Aegon and (Y/N) expects to have a newborn baby soon. Though conflicts came and a dreaded question soon clouded Aegon's choices.
ā WARNINGS ; childbirth and the traumatic shts it brings, angst with comfort, idk why fluff is a warning but fluffy ending, Aegon being a great father, Aegon finally standing up for himself, I DONT HATE ALICENT BUT ALICENT IS KINDA MEAN HERE, slight parallel to Laena's death but if Daemon fckin talked and helped her like hes supposed to fuckin do in the shows, it is not stated which house reader in so lets pretend you learned high Valyrian for aegon or you're from a house who speaks it whatever u wish
NOTE ; I kinda read the request wrong so I changed some bits of it, hopefully this didn't destroy your vision! Also there are High Valyrian in this fic, I italized the meaning beside it usually since I hate placing the meanings by the end of the story.
I was listening to Here With Me by D4vd while reading this so you might as well check it out!
Aegon was never acknowledged to be a loyal, dependable, trustworthy kind of person. The youthful prince is commonly portrayed as a womanizer, drunkard, and generally irrational person who has no desire to ascend to the throne. Of course, no one outside of the Red Keep is aware of the latter.
So you can imagine Alicent's astonished expression when her son asks to cancel the wedding with his sister and instead desires to be engaged to you, (Y/N), of a House who are loyal to Viserys and his heir Rhaenyra.
This did not sit well with Alicent, who perceived it as another ploy by Aegon to get her sympathy. Alicent was horrified that her son might be bewitched by you. Even after he promised to control his urges and impulsiveness, she still forbade it.
Even so, Aegon pursued you and planted a baby inside of you behind the Queen's back. Alicent became aware of this two months into the pregnancy. She considered giving moon tea, but Aegon saw right through her and argued with his mother about the upsetting idea. By drinking it, it could not only kill the babe but you as well, and he wouldn't forgive his mother for that.
When Aegon turned 180Ā° during five months, Alicent gradually came to terms with the pregnancy and the request for bethrotal. This was acquired when Aegon, as his mother would have wanted, would study and get ready for the probable day of his reign. Aegon did not like doing this, but if it meant being with you, he would do everything.
You and Alicent were not necessarily close just because she welcomed you into the family. There were some pure moments in which Alicent prepped you for your first foray into parenting, albeit there were a few fake smiles thrown in because of your lineage and which side it was on.
As your belly grew bigger and bigger, Aegon's fixation with infedelity and other things gradually faded away. From a sour teenager to a tender-hearted, loving father. Yes, he would still occasionally flirt at court, but he would compensate for it by spending time bonding with you after his lessons and crafting an embroidered handkerchief by hand out of his new passion. (Helaena taught him, but Aegon wouldn't admit it. The man was too prideful.)
One month earlier than predicted, the water broke. Aegon and the Greens became concerned about a potential miscarriage as a result.
Your wails can be heard in the back, Aegon cried at the top of his voice, "Do something!" His fists seized the collars of the Maester as he awoke just a few minutes ago. "You bald piece of shit, I'll let you taste something worse than childbirth if you make any mistakes!"
Midnight was when it occurred. As you arched your back in agony, your face was drenched in sweat. You were in excruciating pain, and Aegon's yelling and threats did not help. Your lady in waiting was standing next to you, wiping your sweat and encouraging you softly as you tried to push once more before howling.
Ser Criston, a well-known knight, trudged into the room, saying, "My prince, her grace requests your audience first at council."
"She never liked (Y/N), and now she wants me to miss the birth of my child? Is she fuckin' crazy? What the fuck does that bitch want?"
The white-cloaked knight said casually, "I advise you both discuss this one out, my prince."
Before Aegon could proceed to step out of the door against his own will, he softened when he heard your pleas, crying out for his name. "A-Aegon..."
"My love?" Just by hearing his name, he rushed towards your side. He knelt next to you and gently stroked your hands.
"Please don't leave." Your eyes were red, as was your nose. Aegon was always sensitive regarding his feelings, whether it be anger or sadness. So, seeing you in this position, begging and hurting, he couldn't help but start to weep as well.
His other hand supported your head while his thumb wiped away your tears, saying, "I won't. I'll come back quickly."
"Please don't..." you weakly muttered.
He kissed your forehead and murmured, "I promise," before getting up. He is aware that in order to gain their trust in this marriage, he must comply with his mother's, or rather the queen's, expectations. So he walked towards Ser Criston, but not before saying, "Avy jorrÄelan", a pledge of love in High Valyrian. The words mean, 'I love you'.
"Take me to her," he growled as he walked irately past the knight.
The council's discourse was the same as it always was. Pertaining to the heirarchy and how bearing a son would support his claim to the throne. Aegon pondered if this gathering was even worth paying attention to as he fidgeted with his wedding ring, something you had suggested to Aegon. Although not traditional, he found it lovely and continued along with it amidst the disapproval of the septon.
But his worries soon became a reality as the Maester hurriedly entered the room without any introduction, drawing raised eyebrows from the small council. Aegon's heart sank when the old man said that it was either the baby's life or both the infant and the mother would perish. He hurried over to your quarters but discovered it to be empty. He learned that the midwife, who was in charge of keeping a tight eye on you, was preoccupied enough to let you pass through the door. Aegon grew furious and almost killed the poor old lady. However, this was only momentary as a stableboy entered the room in a pant and announced that he had seen you enter the garden near the horses.
On your side, only you could hear your cries for help. When you heard the maesters speak about the possibility of your baby and yourself dying in childbirth, you couldn't bring yourself to meet the stranger on the bed. You had wished for a dragon-rider's death alongside with your baby. So there you were, facing your dragon, Moraxx, as it sent a curious, beguiling glance your way.
"Dohaeris, Moraxx!" As you drew closer to the dragon, begging to be killed with fire, you yelled at it to serve you while leaving trails of blood in your wake. "Dracarys!"
"Kostilus.." you begged, your body in pain yet still holding up. "Dracarys!"
Alicent halted Aegon in his tracks before he could continue after you in the garden. She started by pressing both of her palms on her first child's face, attempting to soothe him down. However, her eyes were filled with conflicting emotions: "She won't survive this Aegon, nor the kid. I trust that you will make the right choice. It is your obligation as a husband to choose wisely."
His face showed pain and betrayal before he shook off the hands on his face as if it was mere dirt. "Screw duty, I'd rather be fucking dead with the one I love than be the crown's slave."
He entered the gates without any more words, his hair ruffled at how fast he fled inside. When he had spotted you almost laying on the floor in front of your dragon, screaming for it to burn you, he began to sprint towards you as if his life depended on it while yelling in panic, "Lykiri!" He screamed for you to calm down and stop amidst his run, "Kelītīs!"
When he eventually got to you, he assisted you up while cursing at you and shaking your shoulder vigorously. "What the fuck are you doing?!"
"Please, Aegon, please kill me, I beg you now.." You pleaded with the frightened prince.
"I wont fucking do that!"
"I can't handle it anymore, please..."
He stroked your face as you both exchanged glances. Fear, despair, and love for one another were all seen on both faces. "(Y/N), look, and listen carefully. Remember our talk when we visited Highgarden? About death and such?"
"Skoros morghot vestri?" He asked, 'What do we say to death?' it meant, though the way it was said seems like he demanded or ordered you to. When you hadn't replied and your breaths were shallow, his tears didn't stop from flowing before he asked it again, stuttering, "(Y/N),... S-Skoros morghot vestri?"
Your eyes would have almost succumbed to the haziness if it weren't for Aegon's pleading eyes and voice. With your new-found determination, you felt yourself regain a bit of energy. Using it, you held his shoulders as you forced yourself to push out the life inside of you. His eyes never left yours until you had finally felt something release inside you, and you slowly laid down on the pavement with him helping you down with worried eyes.
With a final push, the new baby was born. It wasn't a boy, but Aegon loved her regardless, as he took the baby and held it in his hand. His one hand cradled it while the other held yours. Slowly, he started with a mere chuckle before he let out an excited laugh. He shared both looks between his daughter and his wife, muttering "gevie," Beautiful, he said.
You smiled at him, taking slow breaths before giving him a loving kiss. You answered his question from before, "Tubī daor". A response in which he smiled properly before responding. "Yes, it is not today."
The maesters and a few knights were summoned to help you and the healthy infant back to your chamber. Aegon was by your side the entire time you were mending. Your husband placed a chair next to your neatly made bed and slept there as you did. You both fell into a deep slumber, holding hands. Tiredness consumed both of you as you were both woken up by the maestar on the morrow, congratulating you both on a successful birth.
"You did so well, my love." Aegon whispered as you cradled your baby in your arms before you heard your husband thank you in your shared native words. "Kirimvos, for not giving up."
You smiled before kissing him, "avy jorrÄelan."
Tell me why is fuck aegon the first thing that popped up in hashtags as i add my tags HXHXBDBDNDN
ā PAIRING ; Yandere!Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader/OC/Self-Insert x Slight!Jacaerys Velaryon
ā SUMMARY ; Your wedding with your betrothed Jacaerys is nearing, while your secret pursuiter is growing ever more eager. Entering Kingslanding once again to prepare for your wedding and the succession of Driftmark, a supposedly family gathering became something much more than mingling.
ā WARNINGS ; Incest obvs, spoilers of Episode 8, a bit actions of sexual sht? But did not continue, s3xu4l h4rassment, possessive sht obvs, no comfort, stalking, enemies to enemies, dont even fuckin do this in real life, just fuckin torture. Also OOC except for Jace cause I truly believe hes perfect i want to marry him. Also sorry Ewan if you're reading this.
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It was a beautiful day. To clear your head before starting on your lesson plan and schedule for the day, you made the decision to compose an essay about the history of the current time. A letter from someone you knew too well was brought out by your sworn handmaiden after she had collected your daily mail.
To put it mildly, your daily life was comfortable, and you actually loved it that way. You spent the week studying with the maesters and (as proposed by your stepmother Rhaenyra, which you eagerly accepted) tutoring your brother-in-law Lucerys about economics, while on the weekends you became closer to your betrothed Jacaerys.
Although you were disappointed in what happened to your one-eyed first crush, Jacaerys made up for it by showing up earlier than expected on your dates with multiple gifts and going on numerous dragon-riding escapades with his dragon throughout Driftmark. Youād admit it, you had fallen quite in love with the prince.
So youād admit your shock when someone else hadn't moved on.
You asked the maid, "Who is it from?" without batting an eye, fearing that the note's sender and contents were the same person who had been constantly sending you letters ever since you left Kingslanding.
Your handmaiden Olea was hesitant to respond to your inquiry. Before responding, "It's from Prince Aemond Targaryen, my lady," she chewed her lower lip.Ā
You extended your hand as Olea placed the letter on it, and a sigh escaped your mouth. You scrunched your nose at the contents in disgust.
The letter stated, 'My beloved (Y/N), after several letters of my pursuing, you have yet to respond to any of my proceedings. I have received the news of the bethrotal of my dear nephewāI forgot his name, but I am sure you know it all too well. Was I divulging the news incorrectly? Was my hearing giving up on me as I was unable to comprehend the news easily? What I mean by this is that you are to be bethroted to my nephew. Is this genuine? I refuse to acknowledge it. You may be aware that rumors spread too quickly. My family, who are obviously too trusting these days, believed it immediately too. I also took note of the fact that your family will be coming within the next few weeks. I have to admit that I couldn't hold back my excitement. Earlier today, a servant told me that she had seen that I had been smiling while deep in thought. I made sure she wouldn't tell anyone the embarrassing news. I hope you experience today's enthusiasm in the same way that I do. See you soon, my dear bird. Signed, Aemond Targaryen.ā
Yes, you tore that piece of paper.
Olea attempted to adhere the pieces of the letter together out of panic at your unexpected behavior, but you reprimanded her and instructed her to stop.
After a couple of nights, your family finished dining, and you made the decision to unwind by taking a stroll in the garden. The time until you leave for Kingslanding is rapidly approaching. You'll admit that you're a little nervous about going there, but tradition dictates that you should go there even if you are not specifically looking to meet someone there.
Truth be told, you were aware that Aemond would never forget you. You informed Jacaerys about the spies who had been dispatched to observe your everyday activities, and he took care of it. You were also aware of the several letters Aemond had sent to you that had gone unanswered, ranging from once a month to now every five days after the news of your betrothal. You wish to never come across his romantic delusions once again as they are both devastating and disturbing.
Perhaps it was God's gift, but Jacaerys seemed to have discovered you in the wide-open flower field. He accompanied you on your leisurely stroll as you shared your worries about the impending occasion. He made you a promise that he would always look out for you and do everything in his power to keep you safe as your husband. He then gave you a kiss on the forehead, and you two returned hand in hand back to your private quarters.
The time has come, and you and your step-sisters have arrived in a separate carriage. You didn't like the bumpy ride, so you nearly puked while Rhaena comforted you and Baela made fun of you.
You noticed that no one greeted your family and you when they announced your family's entering the castle. No green can be pin-pointed. Even though Aemond wasn't there to welcome you, you scowled at the lack of respect they displayed in public.
The elders stepped aside so that the younger ones could explore the castle. While Jacaerys and Lucerys extended their hands for you to join them, you declined and said that you'd prefer to be alone for the time being. Baela and Rhaena then took the children and introduced them to the new environment.
Your legs carry you to the library, where you run into Helaena Targaryen, your favorite from the Hightower family.
Before you and Aemond met, you were close friends with his sister. You were both interested in different types of literature; she was more interested in entomology, the study of insects, while you were more interested in botany and floriculture. It was due to her that you and Aemond were linked as playmates back then, because he was worried that somebody would harm his sister because of her unique interests and cryptic wording.
Helaena threw her arms around you and burst into sobs and giggles, "Thank the sevens, I have missed you so much, my dear friend!" You returned the embrace.
"I have missed you so much (Y/N), I was so alone, no one ever dared to talk to me normally."
"So am I, my lady."
She brought you to the tea table while beaming. The plump girl offered you some of her remaining dried apple pieces and poured you a cup of nettle tea.
You couldn't help but laugh as she clasped her hands together and said, "There are so many things I wish to tell you!" as you sipped the pleasant beverage.
"And what is it, my lady, you wish to say so eagerly?" you questioned.
She murmured softly as you cocked your head, "Blood would be on your lips, and you'd come in the light of a brute." You've been hearing that message since you were a youngling. You didn't comment because you knew Heleana's communication style was extremely peculiar.
"Oh, that is indeed great, my princess," you said rather nonchalantly, stirring the tea and adding additional sugar to it, not wanting to hurt the poor girl's heart if you told her to stop repeating the same words all over again.
"Donāt mention it," she smiled solemnly, before both of you continued your talk.
After quite some time, you two began to leave the nest at the library and continued to go towards the training grounds, where you knew the two Targaryen princes would be. Heleana wanted to meet them once again and learn more about the relationship between both of you and your betrothed, so you agreed gingerly.
You were unaware that the other prince was present alongside them too.
"My dear wife!" Jacaerys unintentionally made a quip and Lucerys playfully hit his sibling for the unexpected nickname. Jacaerys smiled princely as he acknowledged Helaena's presence, "My princess."
"You flatter me with your words, my Lord," you replied with a knowing grin as both of you halted your steps in front of the two princes.
"My beautiful, dear sister and niece." An all-too familiar voice boomed.
Your breath hitched before you sharply inhaled and slowly gazed at where the voice came from. The figure from your dreams, Aemond fucking Targaryen, was standing there. The searing gaze he had centered on you made you tremble, but you swiftly collected yourself. With a slight mouth twitch, he made a note of it.
"It's been so long, my prince," you bowed, taking your gaze away from the person you were speaking to.
He left Ser Criston Cole's side and strutted in your direction while throwing the blade to the dirt, "Ah yes, you have grown wonderfully, my lady."
Jacaerys left his position next to his younger sibling and moved to your side, weaving his hands through yours before the man could even get close to you. The Targaryen prince gazed at the conjoined hand with his one remaining good eye before sneering.
Jacaerys responded to Aemond's comment instead with a mocking smile, "I thank the Gods for delivering her to me. Certainly, my beloved wife has grown up to be a stunning beauty."
"And so I have heard that beauties are easily swayed too," Rather than considering the strong brown-haired male existence, Aemond returned his gaze to you, hinting at your actions with a smirk, "I would take note of that if I were you, nephew."
When Jacaerys started to march forward, you restrained him by seizing his outstretched hand. When you did so, the male's stare softened toward you, and he steadied himself before asking, more like demanding in his case, "And what does that mean?"
Jacaerys was the target of Aemond's mocking gaze, which then turned back to the clasped hands between you two. There was a pregnant pause. The white-haired man appeared to be gathering his thoughts before speaking. After a brief pause, he jeered, "It's merely a fable, my beloved nephew."
"Don't take it as truth," he emphasized, "but rather as a counsel from your dear uncle."
You didn't see Aemond prior to the disturbance, save from the feast and what occurred to your great-uncle Vaemond. You were shocked by what transpired. Although you never developed a tight relationship with the man, he was generally polite and friendly to you when you visited Driftmark. Yes, you were worried about the Driftmark succession because it would damage your husband's and his family's reputation, but you were also aware that someone was keeping an eye on your every thought and move while the succession happened. Aemond's mere stare disturbs your brain from focusing on what is happening.
The tall man only responded with an amused raised eyebrow when he recognized that you were monitoring eyes placed on him. The corners of his lips began to rise.
You did not miss Aemond's smirk when the infamous bastard remark was made, which was spoken by your uncle Vaemond. Not only did Aemond disrespect your future spouse, but he also knew you were a bastard, which did not leave you with a positive impression.
Soon after your grandfather's passing at the hands of your father, the succession was reconfirmed, and soon after that, a feast was held. Olea, your handmaiden, led you to the dressing table in your chamber. She starts to polish up your makeup and style your hair until you are content.
"I can't help but notice, my lady, if you wish me to say it," Olea started, while you were calmly entertained by how her fingers moved so delicately and beautifully.
"Go on."
"Is the man who has been stalking you for a while, my lady, the one with the one missing eye?"
You would have immediately spit out the tea if you were drinking tea right now, but you choked on your own spit instead. Barely looking back, you scowled at your handmaiden, who gave you a guilty look, "He would chop off your tongue if he heard you say that, Olea."Ā
She gasped, terrified at the idea, "Oh, I'm, I'm deeply sorry, my lady!"
"Do not worry," you said, gathering yourself so your maid could continue braiding your hair. There was an expectant delay before you finally murmured, "But yeah, that is him," with your eyes closed.
She suddenly returned to her bouncy self, who knew no bounds, commenting, "Now that I get to see him clearly, he is very attractive, isn't he?"
You chuckled and complimented her confidence, stressing, "You joke too much. You'd be grateful for how much I let you off the hook rather than torture you for your babbly mouth."
"But I'm not, my lady," she chuckled as she pinned your hair and then threaded it with a ribbon. She continued to babble in her fantasies, "I do admit, if I were in your position and Prince Jacaerys hadn't first shown me favor, I probably would have been persuaded by Prince Aemond, with his angular features and great stature."
You gave her arm a lighthearted slap, surprised by her candor, "Olea!"
"Was I wrong, my lady?" She inquired as she steadied your shoulders and drew close to you while you peered at one another in the mirror. "Prince Jacaerys is definitely quite masculine, but you can't pretend that Prince Aemond isn't as well."
"I would have you exiled if I were a different lady," you sighed and looked back at what had unfolded before. Jacaerys and Aegon, who used to tower above the once-young prince, are now shorter than him. You noted that his neck had acquired veins as he aged and that his calves were protruding depending on what he was wearing for the day. As soon as you imagined his attractive form beneath the bulky clothing he was wearing, you nearly smacked yourself for having such naughty ideas.
"But..." you waited before answering. "Yes, he grew up to be quite charming if it weren't for his personality."
When Olea flung open the door, Aemond appeared in front of you as if he waited for you for so long.
He said, rolling his tongue, "I must say, I am rather charmed to see you, my dearest (Y/N)." You silently berated yourself for sharing your private thoughts in the enemy's territory, but you straightened yourself and did not fall for his transparent claim of 'I have eavesdropped'.
You muttered honestly, your eyes honeyed, feigning innocence, "Aemond, I do not recall you supposedly helping me for the remainder of the day," then added something he'd be annoyed to hear. "Where is my husband?"
"Fiance," he corrected too quickly, thus it was succesful. "You are too eager, my dear. Let time pass naturally."
"And what is the difference? Referring to the title, a little early wouldn't conflict with anything," you hurriedly spoke, almost passing him when he took a step back and created some distance between you two. Before leaning in on you, he glanced across at your maid as Olea hurried off and whispered an apology.
With a deep voice that was distinct from before, he cooed, "If you want something to last, then don't go too fast. Some advice I received from my maester."
You cocked a brow at him, holding your pose, your head high, "Lovely, it seems you are quite fond of your maester's counsels, but that doesn't answer my question," you made a point of saying. How could he insult your marriage and its strength? You gave out a 'tsk' before you asked, "Why are you here?"
His face perked at your question. "I am here to assist you to dinner."
"That is what my husband is supposed to be doing. Until then, I'll wait here."
"My father, King Viserys, desired it," he concluded, his voice heavy and set to foot, the final response you could get from him. "It's in the goal of re-igniting friendship," he said, with a blank expression on his face.
You almost laughed at his face, "ah yes, how it reignited indeed."
"Do not be concerned, my dear niece," he said again in a suggestive tone, but this time his eyes were in a different expression. It almost seems as if you were both looking at the same person when you were younger and there wasn't any prejudice towards either side. "I'll treat you well," he said, holding out his arm.
After giving him a long, curious look, you reluctantly held his arm in yours as you two continued.
"Prince Aemond Targaryen, second son of King Viserys and Lady (Y/N) of House Velaryon." The knight announced it, as the door opened to the feast.
Though you were concerned about how Jacaerys would react, you cast your gaze over him. You anticipated him being livid at your appearance with the enemy. You didn't anticipate that he would give you a sorrowful, knowing look.
He stroked your hand and held it while saying, "No need to, my lady," gazing lovingly into your eyes and concluded, "I trust you."
You continued, worried, "He told me the King asked it."
He smiled, and you could feel the love you carried for this guy anew, your eyes affectionately staring at him as you returned the smile. "He wasn't lying at least, though I made sure that he wouldn't touch you anywhere when his grace ordered it."
You could hear a tongue click at the other end of the table.
Even though there were a few side comments here and there, the dinner went nearly as smoothly and was actually enjoyable. After Helaena spoke about her relationship with her husband-brother, your bethroted, Jacaerys, requested your permission to dance with her. You enthusiastically agreed at his sweet idea, watching both of them dance cutely with one another. After a few minutes, King Viserys begged to be put to bed after experiencing excruciating agony, which caused you to get a little concerned. The roasted pig was shortly set on the table. You did not give it any thought until you heard your cousin Lucerys snort. He covered his mouth as he briefly giggled when you slapped his thigh in an effort to stop him.
A loud and unmistakable bang at the table halted every action that each member were performing. Aemond stood there, his gaze divided between the two brown-haired princes. "Final tribute, to the bethrotal of my two favorite nephew and niece. Both of them loving to one another; even when we were kids, they were kind to each other. "
He remarked, "They make a wonderful couple knowing they came from the same roots." However, since you knew what he was aiming at, the subtle jab didn't escape your notice. In fact, you were sober enough to see the true implications of what he was saying. Your hand held your glass of wine rather tightly.
"I'd also like to make a toast to the health of my nephews, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey." You gripped the hand of Lucerys in an effort to calm him down without reverting your eyes away from the eye contact you and Aemond had.
"Each of them handsome, wise, strong."
"Aemond," Alicent made an effort to stop her son, but it was already too late.
He carried on instead of heeding his mother's advice, raising his cup even higher. "Come, let us drain our cups of these three strong boys."
Jacaerys gritted his teeth, "I dare you say that again!" and flounced over to the man. You called to him, "Jace!" but to no avail.
Aemond grinned and said, "Why, it was just a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?" When the man realized that something had been stirred up inside of Jacaerys, he loved the way the strong man looked. Though it did not last when he felt a force land on his face, he couldn't even utter another word before it happened. With a horrible snarl on his ordinarily serene face, Jacaerys struck Aemond violently. "I know what you are doing! You can call me whatever you may, but you may not call my wife a--"
"Jace no!" You cried out, running towards his side.
"Here comes the dear bride." He jested once he saw you coming, his body welcoming you before you slapped him very hard.
Your face was crimson, visibly shaken as you sneered at the prince, "You disgrace me."
You're positive his expression softened when you spoke.
Before the conflict intensified into a far bloodier clash, Daemon put an end to it. Your father brought himself in front of you as Aemond assessed him before conceding defeat and withdrawing. When your uncle left the room, you were still fuming with rage as the Daemon only giggled before being silenced by Rhaenyra with a scowl.
Because of your uncle Vaemond's death and the recent ruckus, your family has had enough and has requested a week's leave to recoup before proceeding with your and Jacaerys' wedding at Kingslanding. Despite the impediment, Princess Helaena asked you to tutor her after learning about your tutoring sessions with her nephew and niece from Aemond. You were puzzled on how she was aware of it given how covert it was, but it was soon mellowed into small irritation to learn the full truth that Aemond was responsible for the additional knowledge. Since it appeared like both families were hostile towards one another, Rhaenyra believed it was a wonderful idea, so you stayed, believing that it would soon end as you were to only stat for a week.
The following day, as you were speaking with Helaena in her chambers, Queen Alicent unexpectedly walked in. She was about to presume something, but she paused herself when she discovered you standing next to her daughter. Though the Queen thanked the Gods when Aemond entered, both of them shared a knowing look as the Queen proceeded towards you, "My love, I need to discuss something with Helaena. Aemond will assist you to your quarters if it's perfectly fine."
You almost scoffed, but decided against it and nodded defeatedly before saying farewell to your companion and walking along the back of your former friend toward your room.
"Are you fairing well, m'lady?" He started a conversation out of nowhere, which drew you back.
"My prince, I am fairing better than your other eye, if you ask me," you barked back.
"Do not test my waters today, (Y/N)."
"You inquired, and as a loyal friend, I responded."
You felt your back land hard and before you knew what was going to happen next, you gasped for air as the anguish overwhelmed you. You suddenly realized that Aemond had forced you up against the ice-cold wall, encasing you and leaving you with no choice but to look at his cunning grin. He turned his head innocently and remarked, "You could have said you hated me yesterday at the dinner, my lady, but you didn't."
"Did you know how happy I felt when, instead of being hateful towards me, you stated embarass? I was beyond happy, even ecstatic," the man continued before he trailed his eyes from your eyes to your parted lips.
"I'd rather you be ashamed of me than despise me." He hushed quietly before giving you a surprising, delicate kiss. His face was gentle as he pressed his lips to yours. His lower half grinded against yours eagerly while his other hand traced your back slowly.
Though the harmony was short-lived as you bit his lips harshly, causing him to grumble and leave the tenderness of your lips with blood trailing down his lips, "His Grace would not permit such deeds! Even though you are one of his children, he does not condone mistreatment of women!"
You believed you had made your point, but the man slowly emerged into fits of laughter as he threw his head back. His voice was charming if it weren't for the given circumstances.
"You're such a fucking idiot," he sniggered, his good eye piercing yours as you fixed your gaze on him; he displayed lust while you displayed hatred. He shook his head before nearing your ear to the point you could feel his hot breath, whispering, "The King's dead."
Your entire face became white with only a slight confirmation. The person who had kept the family together had passed away. "T-That's not possible."
He groaned as you attempted to wriggle free of his grip and confessed, "It's damn well possible, my love. Just as much as the potential that you're finally mine to claim." He half-laughed before kissing you more passionately and aggressively than before.
"I am bethroted!" You screamed and tried to make your voice as loud as you could, hoping someone would walk through the halls and help you.
He replied by clutching your neck so firmly that you gasped for air in your throat, "My patience is wearing thin," his annoyance grew. "I held myself for so long and I forbid you to be his as you have forbid yourself to be mine so many times."
He let go of your neck and you spat in his face, "My family will hear about this! Father will have your head severed, as he did with Vaemond, and Jacaerys will have your other eye amputated so you can glimpse our future, which is already nonexistent."
He held your chin in place with his fingers as he gazed at your eyes with a stone-like intensity.
"I'll let in you in a secret of mine, mother will set my buffoon of a brother on top of that iron throne and during his reign I will kill him and set Helaena faraway with her children," your eyes widened like saucers at the thought of the innocent princess being killed, Aemond loved the fear in your eyes before he let on the truth, "Of course I wouldn't kill her, I am not that evil. I love her as much as you do for her."
He grabbed your hand harshly and drew you towards him as he hurried across the corridor with keen resolve. "Until then, rumors would spread of their murder, and I would not allow myself be hidden if they intent to call me. I will name you queen, for a king's will would never be disregarded. Then, as we had promised when we were young, we would live happily, have a lots of babes, and have a good life."
As you realized how near you actually were to the boudoir, he dragged you a few more times before pushing you to the ground, crashing hard. He continued, "'Till then, you will do as I wish, so sit lovely as you were and do not tell anybody if you wish your Prince Jacaerys to become Vhagar's dinner."
There he left you wailing on the floor of your quarters, trembling from the adrenaline as your eyes and nose inflamed from sobbing. As they prepared to usurp the throne, you heard him close the door, the same door you keep banging hoping that help would reach soon.
Wellp, I thought my draft said 2k turns out I need new glasses as this is 5 fuckin k. Though Im thankful of the amount of people who liked the first part. This was supposed to be a one shot turned into two shots but I noticed how long it gets. I wouldve splitted this part into two but idk where to end so yeah have this. Next part would be the final one, i hope y'all psychopaths enjoyed this story.
Im half finished on my fuckin Aemond x Reader fanfic next chapter and I realized.. even if I am using headcannon format it slowly dives in more of a novel format. Wellp, enjoy the 5k words tomorrow.
ā PAIRING ; (SoonYandere)Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader/OC/Self-Insert
ā SUMMARY ; Being good friends was never enough. Two young children, Aemond & (Y/N), have known each other since they were a child. Their friendship leads to a conflict when a big accident happened that questions their loyalty to one another. Will they be able to preserve it?
ā WARNINGS ; Incest obvs, mentions of death an spoilers of episode 6 & 7, angsty sht, no comfort as of yet(?), wrote this after years of hiatus so my writing aint as good and rusty as sht, kinda ooc? I tried mate, tried to give aemond character but it turns out mid, idk if yall will enjoy it or not.
NEXT PART
Aemond never had the feeling of love or being loved. So when he had a grasp of it, he felt as if something was wrong with him.
You are the daughter of Laena Velaryon. Before she was bethroted to Daemon Targaryen, she had an affair with an unknown man during her many adventures with Vhagar when she was in her rebel phase. She hid you amongst the crowd in fear that you would be exiled, or worse, be punished for just being born.
So she kept you hidden until Daemon provided you with an escape, declaring you were his and her child before they got married, and no one questioned the veracity of the tale in front of the hungry Targaryen man.
You were raised among the children of Rhaenyra and Alicent.
You bore no dragon, as yours remained unhatched ever since. Having the council and its audience further whisper the legitimacy of your birth. Although Lucerys and Jacaerys might be bastards as well, they at least had a dragon to make the jeering masses stop once they saw them practicing with the wild monsters as they described.
Because of this, despite his mother's remarks and pleas for him to stay outside of your lane, you and Aemond connected over your differences.
Alicent could not have allowed her son to travel with a bastard who can't even support her blood claims with a single dragon. It's like going on a stroll with a commoner, although one with the last name of the prestigious Velaryons. It will defame the name of her own child.
Aemond was worried and somewhat acknowledged some of his mother's accusations. He kept talking to you even if he would not say it out; nevertheless, having someone to put up with the constant bullying of his brother regarding his lack of a dragon was less painful when he wasn't the only one subjected to it.
Jacaerys teases you just as much as Aemond, but unlike his naive younger sibling or his uncle Aegon, he won't torture you with jests regularly.
Jacaerys would frequently strike up a discussion with you after the boys pulled a trick on you and Aemond, which you had to tidy up after. Given that you were the oldest and the most academically inclined, and considering that you were born a year before Aegon, you graciously accepted their behavior, even though they were childish. This meant that your brain was mature at a young age, and you simply decided that their foolish pranks were merely ant jokes and should not be taken into consideration.
When you informed Aemond of this, he was perplexed. In addition to giving you a scathing response about the horror of meeting your alleged bully, Jacaerys, he also expressed confusion about your ability to never lose your cool in such situations.
This is what Aemond admired about you; the way you took in all the comments about your parents' alleged whoreness but also took in on being the laughingfool of the kingdom as having the Velaryon name with no snow white hair and a dragon.
He would not show his admiration for you; he was boyish about it and adamant about not having feelings for you when his emotions were displayed otherwise.
When he was still young, to his highness', the queen's, dismay, he would steal glances at you, bring you the loveliest flowers he could find in the gardens and set them on your seat before breakfast was called in, and ask the maids or his mother about your whereabouts. He regarded you as a close friend and harbored feelings for you, but kept them to himself.
You held onto his considerate actions and discovered yourself blushing at his newfound boldness. You responded by giving him a kind smile and glancing at him with your cheeks continuing to flush.
Since you selected the academic path and Kingslanding offered a wealth of opportunities, you had not seen your mother in years and had only exchanged letters instead. As a result, when Aemond suddenly disclosed your loss while you studied for a test you had created to review yourself, it was an episode you would never forget.
When your mother passed away, you experienced grief. You're in despair. The Blacks and Greens joined together to experience the burial of your mother. Aemond draped a bit of his cloak around your pinky in an attempt to conceal it from prying eyes as he held it.
For a bit, you talked about your grief for Aemond during the ceremony. He held your hand as the tears streamed across your face, then he tightened his hold, whispering gentle words of consolation.
You finally got to meet your sisters during the funeral. Well, step-sisters, but a sister nonetheless. They were obviously of pure blood, and you couldn't help but chuckle as you considered that, in her final moments, your mother might have realized that she was no longer a whore in the eyes of the community but rather a devoted member of her pride and family.
As he observed this, Aemond experienced some heartbreak over the fact that you were able to make more friends than he did and enjoy your own isolation, but he was also relieved that you were able to finally develop into a more social individual. He restrained himself from feeling more envy and soothed himself with the knowledge that you would always stand by him and support him. Why should he worry when you both know each other and have an awareness of what you both felt but didn't express?
But what Aemond doesn't realize is that you had a different perspective when you heard about the news of Aemond claiming Vhagar as well as hurting his eyes and his nephews in the process. You were outraged. You might as well add livid.
When Aemond demanded your comfort while being tended to publicly, you refused to look at him and instead chose to pay attention to the small pool of blood on the stone floor.
After the argument between the two families and their commotion over who was at fault, Aemond noticed that you had vanished like a newly born star beginning its first ever shine.
He started to consider all the negative possibilities and soon started to use childish logic. What does it matter if he took your mother's dragon after she was buried? You ought to be pleased that he has at last acquired a dragon. Despite lacking morality, he did earn it honestly.
The next day, when he was preparing for the departure, his mother, the queen, asked for him to call you back as they would be leaving soon. So he did, though he did pant a sweat after being clueless several times about where you'd been.
However, Aemond never loses sight of his objective once he sets his eyes on it. Finally, he saw you at the coast, still dressed in your previous nightgown despite it being sunrise.
"(Y/N), it is time to go." He began. "Mother ordered me to fetch you."
Aemond began to worry. Your eyes were still hazy. Once more clearing his throat, he added, "(Y/N) you know I did what I had to do. As a Targaryen man, we are required to bear a dra-"
"I thought I knew you well." You retorted, not letting him finish.
Aemond's reaction was a bewildered one. Out of all the replies he could get, this one hurt the most. He was very indifferent towards you, was he not? His nose flared while a sour emotion bubbled inside of him. "No, it was you who I thought I knew well!"
"Did we not yearn for each other's eggs to hatch and for the peeping eyes of people's expectations to soon be destroyed? I thought you would be delighted for me, happy that I finally have a dragon!" He added.
He received no reply but a whimper. He knew you to be strong and not weak. He anticipated that you would think about his argument rather carefully, given that you rely on logic rather than emotions, but he finally saw who you really were. You are insecure, he finalized.
"I expected you, as a friend, to be ecstatic about my gain and to greet me with open arms for my new ranking. I only wish for your warm embrace, nothing more. " He stepped forward, not minding the morning wind's coldness.
You took one last breath before confronting him. Aemond's breathing became labored. Right now, you most closely resemble rage if anger were a living entity. "And what? Why should I embrace the man who soiled my mother's grave just the day of her burial? Tell me why I should be cheerful, or why, in fact, should I parade myself as I boast for your claiming of my dead mother's dragon? "
You finally had the chance to gaze upon Aemond's expression. It is the look of someone who has been betrayed. If you knew better, you wouldn't have given in to the sudden want to hug him, to tell him that it was all fine, and you did knew better. What he did was far more heartbreaking and discorteous than whatever he felt about your actions.
"I thought you knew me well, but it seems our understanding is not mutual." Aemond replied with a pursed lip.
In return, you sneered at the younger boy, "Well, if you ask me, I thought I knew you well too. For some boy whom I used to love, my vision towards yours has changed drastically, as I have realized how drastically your actions happened this early morning."
What was love to him? He came to a halt. His mother instilled in him the idea that love is only an illusion and that he should place more emphasis on his duties. Love comes as a reward for a job well done. He passionately believes that.
But why must it come after? Why can't he take the treat now?
His lips and throat quivered, and his eyes started to moisten from the sunrise. He was forbidding himself not to cry. Once you recognized what was happening, you began to fumble with your gown's hem. You were drifting apart, you knew it. You parted your lips to muster up a continuation, but Aemond got there first.
"Apologies for the inconvenience, my lady. I would inform my mother, the queen, about your immediate departure. "
He then softly walked away, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
After many years, peopleāpossibly even the maidsāfinally heard what you, the oldest Velaryon child, permanent residency withdrawal from the Red Keep and the decision to continue your scholarship privately at High Tide. As one of the best scholars in Kingslanding, they believed that the princess Rhaenyra was plotting something with a new strategy that included you. As soon as it was revealed that your stepfather, Daemon, was wed to the princess Rhaenyra, they began to believe the tale, even if it had not yet been shown how they would carry it out.
As he grew progressively older and older, Aemond clung to the term "love," hoping you would come back as his infatuation over you grew ever more intense. He was more aggressive and smug as he continued his training. Your remarks had a profound effect on his ego (in a taunting way), and he utilized them to continually elevate himself. He grew taller than Ser Criston this year and was able to counter the fighting prowess of the Kingsguard. He studied philosophy, history and the process of ruling a kingdom as well as the arts of war. He loved to pretend that he was doing this for himself, but in reality, he was hoping that after you two met, you would soon come to regret your words regarding his placement.
He had waited long enough to receive a message from the family dinner that you were soon to be wedded with JacaerysĀ and that the Blacks would be coming to manage both the succession to Driftmark and your marriage to the oldest stepchild on your stepmother's behalf.
The Greens were frightened and started formulating a strategy, but Aemond remained silent with a throbbing head.
Aemond's world turned red.
I wrote this at 12 am so forgive me for my mistakes and sht. My knowledge about the universe of song of ice and dragon is scarce so if there are any mistakes pls do tell me huhu. This was supposed to be a one shot but it was too long so I stopped at that point. Ill upload the last part whenever im ready. Also this is greatly inspired by @missglaskin writing style, their way of writing is unique and the use of headcanon format but still telling a full story is very unique and less time consuming for me if I copy their format so I hope they dont mind fjfjfjdkdm.
If the read more function doesnt work ill fix it tom sorry lmao.
