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[packsurvivcs-a]

@flamedwarrior liked this for a starter from sansa

“Welcome to Winterfell” she kept her tone low and welcoming, not at all making it obvious that she was distrustful of the woman before her. Sansa wasn’t entirely sure what had been promised by Jon, but she knew she  had to ensure that her people felt protected, and not everyone trusted Targaryens, after all northerners had not fared well with them in the past. 

[packsurvivcs-a]

@flamedwarrior liked this for a starter from Arya

“Do you need something?” she asked as she turned her attention to the person who was approaching her. She’d been looking out from the battlements, watching everyone prepare for the war to come. It seemed like there was always some sort of war to be fought, things had only gotten exponentially worse since her return to Westeros, and it made her wonder if it would ever end. 

[bigdealeightseven-a]

@flamedwarrior and i plotted a thing

It took every single ounce of restraint within Finn not to roll his eyes as he stood before his father. Finn and his king father had been locked in an argument with one another, which was not a new thing for them, but why they had been arguing was a reason that had not come up before. Aside from himself, his sisters Jocasta and Myrcella, and brothers Joffrey and Tommen, there was another who was under his mother and father’s care; it was more like she was a prisoner of his father’s for something she had nothing to do with. His father’s ward, as she was called, Aemiella was a Targaryen -- not just any Targaryen, but the eldest daughter of the Mad King Aerys his father secured the Iron Throne from. After personally killing her eldest brother, Rhaegar, in combat at the Trident and seeing to the rest of her family shattered, his father had decided to take Aemiella as a hostage for whatever reason he thought valid to himself. Finn never understood why Robert decided it was something to do, but there were many things he didn’t understand about the world being as young as he was.

The eldest Baratheon son had been arguing with his father after King Robert had found Finn having a moment alone with Aemiella. King Robert didn’t like seeing his son spend time with the dragonspawn, as he liked to call her and anyone of clear Valyrian descent, and he made this very clear during their exchange. And Finn made it very clear that he didn’t care what his father didn’t like about him spending time with Aemiella. Finn liked having Aemiella around; she was always nice to him and he felt like she understood him better than anyone in the Red Keep, and there were other reasons why he was drawn to her -- but couldn’t figure them out for some reason.

“Aemiella is a good person! She has always been kind to me, even though I am the son of her captor!” Finn hurled at Robert. “She’s not evil like you try to paint her and her family out to be!” 

[ironthrcne]

@flamedwarrior liked for a starter with Rhaegar

“Sweet sister, may I have a dance?” Rhaegar smiled as he bowed to her, it wasn’t often that he wasn’t was his wife these days, but with Elia now great with child, she tired easily and had retired.

[ironthrcne]

@flamedwarrior liked for a starter with Rhaenys

“Aunt Aemiella, will you tell me a story please?”

[bigdealeightseven-a]

“i can’t lose you!”

@flamedwarrior ||  i can’t lose you

Finn took hold of his wife’s cheeks, holding her face gently as he looked into her eyes. “Aemiella,” he spoke her name like a soft prayer. “I will be right on the other side of the battlefield,” he began to caress her cheeks with his thumbs. “Nothing is going to happen to me. I promise you that.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, giving her a deep, affectionate kiss. He would pull back to look into her eyes once again. “I will come back to you.”

[bigdealeightseven-a]

“Mating press”

@flamedwarrior || mating press

Finn hadn’t realized how much he wanted his wife until they had returned to their chambers. 

The two of them left the feast Daenerys had held for that evening early, the two of them wanting to be alone and enjoy each other’s company the way they really wanted to. Finn was barely able to keep his hands off Aemiella during the feast, and it got worse when they had finally get out of Daenerys’ line of sight. It wasn’t long before Finn was groping his wife’s backside or a breast before pressing her up against a wall and giving her a deep, fiery kiss. It took Finn all of his strength not to take her right there in the corridor, but he didn’t want prying eyes being able to catch them this time.

When he was able to pull himself away from Aemiella, he quickly took her hand and led her back to their chambers. Once they were inside, he led her to their bed as quick as he could and immediately started to pull her clothes off. The antics in the corridor had made him want her even more and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. Once Aemiella was stripped bare, then young Blackfyre prince freed himself of his clothing and he took hold of his wife, lifting her up off her feet and tossing her onto their bed playfully. 

As if the dragon’s fire within his veins sparked to life, Finn jumped onto the bed, pouncing on Aemiella. When on top of her, he took hold of her wrists and pinned them down above her head, his violet eyes melting into hers with hot passion and lust. He leaned down and seize her lips with a fiery kiss as he thrust his hips, burying his himself deep inside of her. He moaned and growled against her lips as he plunged himself in and out of her, enjoying the pleasure he always gained from her cunt.

[bigdealeightseven-a]

“Meet your son/daughter.“

@flamedwarrior || newborn child meme

Prince Finn stepped into the room to see his wife in bed, having finished giving birth. He had stepped out to give the midwife and handmaidens room to work, which also gave him the opportunity to inform his sister-in-law that her niece or nephew would be coming into the world soon. Daenerys was busy planning her next move but insisted that the child would be presented to her after Aemiella and he had their time with their child. 

A prideful smile formed upon the prince’s lips as he approached Aemiella’s side, taking a knee beside her as he gazed upon the child in her arms. 

“It’s a girl, Your Grace.” The midwife informed him. 

His smile brightened as he brought a gentle thumb against the newborn’s cheek, caressing it softly. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against the child’s forehead, then turned his sight to Aemiella.  He leaned in and pressed a soft, pleased kiss against her lips. “She’s beautiful.”