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Aegon Targaryen + little things that make me feel like I need to be tranquilized.

Does anyone have a downloaded copy of 'A hate so sweet, A love so bitter' by butterflies_and_dragons on ao3 ? the authors whole page is down and that was legitimately such a good fic.

feel free to dm me if you have a copy :) thank you <3

hi luv, I too was wishing I was in pandora rn but im stuck revising for my exams lmao

I wondering if I could request a Tayrangi clan reader x neteyam dating headcanons

-> for a quick preface I read up about the different clans in avatar lore and the tayrangi clan is so progressive and eclectic that I even prefer them over the other clans shown. Ikeyni (shown in the first avatar movie) girl bossed so hard for her 2 seconds of screen time, Ikeyni is actually the first female clan leader ever, so I wanted the oc reader to be her first born daughter and the next in line for the clan leader position, so there's a lot of parallels between neteyams and ocs life. and neteyam and the oc have the same type protective over each other narrative like Jake and neytiri <3

also still not over his death, like why James gotta do us like that

ps; give ya full creative freedom cuz I love ya writing, have a nice day

Neteyam x f!Tayrangi!Reader

an: I love, love this request and I'm super thankful that you also included more information about the Tayrangi! Honestly, I had to google it to remember who they were, but Ikeyni was THAT girl in the final battle for sure! Hope I did your request justice, I think you inspired me so much, that it became longer than expected.

Also, good luck on the exams - you've got this! <3

After the war, the Omatikaya develop close diplomatic relationship with the Tayrangi clan. That included being present on all important ceremonies, exchanging warriors in training and yearly meetings, where they discussed the potential danger of humans returning.

It was the celebration ceremony for the birthday of the clan leader’s daughter when you came to the jungle for the first time, together with your mother and a handful of your best warriors.

You have arrived on your ikrans, who were a little bit bigger than the mountain banshees that lived in the Hallelujah Mountains. Circling around the Tree of Souls, you managed to gain the attention of all the Omatiakaya sitting on the ground, who stepped back in a circle, once you landed in the middle of them.

Neteyam’s eyes immediately landed on your form - proud, tall, and covered in red and white body paint - and he choked on his air, catching everyone’s attention, including yours.

The eldest Sully has never been so embarrassed, the tips of his ears and cheeks in crimson red, while Lo’ak was behind him, holding his torso and trying to shake him up and down.

Once he managed to take a breath, he looked towards you again, only to find you smirking at him, before you turned your attention to Jake and Neytiri.

Soon he realised the woman next to you was your mother Ikeyni, and she was also a clan leader. Now it made sense why you carried similar painted patterns on your face and chests, and why you were seated right in the centre, next to his family during the whole ceremony.

Unlike him, you were not shy. You kept gazing towards his direction while you were all praying to Ewya for the health and prosperity of the child, and had no problem coming to him and his siblings once dinner started, sitting right next to him.

“Hi, I’m Y/N? You’re Neteyam, right? The oldest son of Toruk Makto? You’re cute!”

He almost choked again, this time on his food, while Lo’ak and Kiri burst out laughing. The whole time while you were eating you kept flirting with him and giggling at his embarrassment, giving more reasons to his siblings to tease him.

You were staying with the Omatikaya for few more days, and you and Neteyam wasted no time searching each other’s company. Flying with your ikrans, going hunting, walking around the jungle, where he would proudly show around his home - you were glued to each other almost from early morning to late night.

Just like him you were the next clan leader in training, yet you were raised and trained in much different way.

Unlike his timid and calculated nature, you were very confident, loud and adventurous. You had no problem seeking high adrenaline activities with his brother Lo’ak, who openly admired you, or breaking the rules set by the elders.

You also did not have the complex of the golden child - your mother told you that the only way to learn is through mistakes. Neteyam was jealous of your care-free nature, wishing that he was also treated the same way.

The day of your leaving, you promised each other you’re going to visit, when in sudden burst of confidence, he kissed your cheek before running away.

Unfortunately for you, the meeting did not become reality for a while. Already 15, you were one of the warriors sent to help the Omatikaya clan once the humans came back and your blood boiled with excitement, knowing you would see Neteyam again. 

Once you did, your heart stopped for a second - he looked somewhat taller, and his hands and back gained some muscle. 

His reaction was not different - still painted in the traditional red and white paint for your clan, you started looking more like a woman, rather than a child. His jaw clenched once he noticed Lo’ak was already having you in his arms, twirling you around, while he was still frozen in his place.

While you were still the self-assure, funny girl he met a year ago, you looked way more collected and calm, not rushing in any dangerous races or activities (much to his brother dismay) and preferring to spend time with Jake and Neteyam, strategizing your next moves.

The older Sully brother, however, had a very hard time concentrating around you, causing him to get scolded more often by his dad. You saw that and in your typical nature, called out Jake for being too strict on his son, leaving him baffled with the way you just spoke to him.

You just struggled your shoulders, saying: “In the Tayrangi clan you do not owe ultimate respect to those older than you - if they are wrong, they need to be called out. How else would they know they are not in the right?”

Again, you started spending more and more time together, your wild nature definitely affecting Neteyam, who has never sneaked out late at night before, neither had he answered back to his dad, when he was scolding him for Lo’ak recklessness.

Jake definitely did not like you in the beginning - just like any Tayrangi, you were too independent and had complete disregard for any rules.

Neytiri on the other hand adored you - she has always held a great respect towards Ikeyni and you were complete copy of her character, making her proud that Neteyam was involved a such a strong female. She also secretly enjoyed the way you would argue with Jake, since in her opinion, he was too harsh on his sons.

Always speaking your mind, you are the one who openly admitted your feelings towards the boy during one of your late night walks in the jungle, and stating you wished you were more than friends. 

All the confidence Neteyam developed while you were apart from each other, immediately vanished and it took him nearly 30 minutes to gather his words in proper sentences and admits he likes your back.

This was also when you had your first kiss - short, soft and gentle. 

After that you would constantly steal kisses from each other - early in the morning before everyone wakes up, during training, while you were playing around with the other siblings and thought they were not looking.

Jake has definitely caught you at least a couple of times, however, seeing that his son looks way happier and in a good mood, since he started his relationship with you, he just smiled at you, leaving you alone.

I imagine while he is not a big fan of PDA, you would constantly try to search close contact with him all the time - in the forms of hugs, small touches on the arm, kisses on the forehead, massages - you love to show him your love and you were not afraid for the other Na’vi to see it.

Both of you are very protective of each other, completely losing your mind if one of you get into danger. Unlike him, you are not hiding your emotions, so every time he gets hurt, you show your whole palette of moods - from sadness, to disappointment, to anger, till you finally cry in happiness next to his shoulder, thanking Ewya he is alive.

Despite living with the Omatikaya for a while, you do not adapt well to all their rules, especially the ones that involve always listening to the elders. You would often get defensive very quickly, especially if you hear unreasonable critique towards Neteyam, who always try to tug you back to his side and apologize for your outbursts, before you glare at his head.

I just know, you’re going to be the one pulling Lo’ak’s ears every time he gets in trouble or at least tries to. While he loves you like his sister, he is very scared of you.

Would probably fight with Neteyam from time to time, mainly because of your cultural differences, yet you would made up after an hour at most. You can’t seem to stay away from each other for a long time.

Would make him choke again, once you randomly ask his parents if they can promise him to you as a future mate.

Precious Stones

Summary: When you receive a unique gift from Prince Aemond, you know there is no turning back.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW. Aemond is such a tease...

Word count: 1.5k

A soft jab at the door stirred you from your shared embroidery sitting with princess Helaena.

“Come in.”

The servant did as the princess commanded, and walked in, bowing profusely at both of you.

“Pardon the interruption. I come bearing a gift from Prince Aemond.”

“Precious stones are shared by loved ones…” you heard Halaena absentmindedly whisper under her breath, too involved in her craft to be bothered to accept the gift. “Precious stones are shared by loved ones.”

You rose to your feet so you could take the velvety pouch from the young girl’s hand.

Even the just mere mention of his name had your heart tighten briefly.

“Thank you,” you gave her a warm smile before walking toward the princess.

“Actually, my lady… it is for you,” her voice was but a whisper. “Prince Aemond requests that you wear it for tonight’s festivities.”

You widened your eyes. “Me?”

Nodding, the servant turned and made her way out of the quarters, leaving you to your thoughts.

This was bold.

Too bold.

Even for the likes of Aemond Targaryen.

Offering gifts to his sister’s lady-in-waiting could rapidly spread like wildfire across the Red Keep. It was not a nuisance you craved.

Even though you did crave him.

Wholeheartedly.

“Precious stones are shared by loved ones.”

Helaena managed to catch your attention as she kept on repeating the same phrase over and over.

“What is the matter, Helaena?” you asked, dropping to her knees, staring at her worriedly.

She then met your gaze with a soft smile. “Let’s see my brother’s gift.”

Resting on the heels on your feet, you untied the neat lace, pouring the gift onto your hand.

Helaena gasped in wonder.

You gasped in horror.

Prince Aemond Targaryen had offered you the most beautiful necklace you had ever had the fortune to touch.

Oval sapphires hung from it, laced in intricate golden patterns that secured them in place. Its weight dug into your hand, and you were certain this had to be the work of the finest jewelers in King’s Landing.

Helaena’s face was radiant as she clapped her hands enthusiastically.

“This is so nice of Aemond,” she beamed, holding your hand so you would stand next to her. “Let me help you put in on.”

It was in moments like these that you thanked the Gods above that Princess Helaena was so often oblivious to the intentions of others. She thought her brother was simply showing courtesy, but that wasn’t the case.

Aemond was now resorting to luxurious gifts to have your attention and… more than that.

Panic took over you. “Absolutely not. I cannot accept it,” you vehemently said, sliding the necklace back inside its pouch. “I shall return it to him.”

The princess dropped her smile, but nodded. “It can be rather rude to return a gift, but I understand.”

Sweat coated the palms of your hands as you urged Helaena to ready herself, so you could join the rest of her family in the big hall.

You felt your mind not being able to focus properly on your tasks, and you almost tripped and fell. Twice.

“You need to be careful,” Helaena rushed to you before taking a look at your feet and crouching to pick up a spider. “You nearly stepped on it…”

As much as you had expected you would have gotten used to her odd antics, it never failed to amaze you how she’d much prefer the company of crawling bugs.

A last glance at the tall mirror and both of you walked out.

She laced her arm in yours, pulling you to her side, humming a joyful song as you paced along the poorly lit corridors.

One turn to the right, and you nearly collided with someone.

“I apologise!” you yelped upon realising who it was.

“Aemond!” Helaena greeted with enthusiasm. “Come with us.”

The young prince bowed curtly. “You both look delightful.”

“As do you,” you immediately whispered, not daring to fully look at him.

Not that you needed to. Aemond always presented himself impeccably, drawing the eyes of everyone he crossed paths with.

“Although…” he said, and you could feel his eye on you. “I do not see my gift on you, my lady.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately let go of Helaena’s arm.

“Go right ahead, dear sister,” he said, offering a short smirk. “I am going to help her put it on.”

The joyful girl smiled widely and took her leave humming. "Precious stones are shared by loved ones."

Feeling your mouth go dry, you stood frozen in place, as he turned to face you.

Before he could speak, you reached for the pouch in your dress and extended your arm to him.

“I cannot accept this, Aemond.”

Silence.

He had his hands laced behind his back, his eye studying you, showing no intention of taking back what he had freely given to you.

After what seemed like too long, he spoke, “Why not?”

“It is beautiful, but I do not deserve it.”

He rose one eyebrow at you. “Are you questioning my judgment? If I see you fit of receiving such gift, then you only have to accept it.”

You licked your lips.

“I just don’t… understand why.”

In half a heartbeat, you had the young Targaryen prince pacing towards you until your back hit the wall behind.

His eye never left your face as he brought one hand to remove the eyepatch that he’d always wear around court so he wouldn’t scare off those around him, revealing the glistening sapphire in place of his left eye.

“Does this repulse you?”

“No,” you answered truthfully. “Never has.”

“This necklace…” he whispered, snatching the velvety pouch from you hand. “Is an extension of myself.”

“People will talk…” you said, as he held the shiny piece of jewelry in between you, the round sapphires casting a faint blue on his face.

“Then let them,” he replied calmly. “Let them know Prince Aemond Targaryen has made his claim.”

Your pulse quickened and you felt your mouth drop open at his statement.

“Let them see that when they look upon you, they look upon me,” he said, his face drawing near. “Let them know that if they question you, they will question me.”

He stood so close, you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips.

“Let them know that if they dare hurt you, they will face my wrath.”

Aemond had you pinned against the wall with the weight of his words. He was well versed enough to move mountains. And, if given the chance, he could certainly make love to his partner without touching them.

You swallowed hard, not knowing what to do with your hands, settling for gripping the sides of your dress, threatening to tear holes into the fabric from the friction.

His lips hovered yours, and you fought back the urge to kiss the young prince.

“There is more that draws us together than apart,” he carried on, eye roaming your face. “And I’ve had enough of fighting my desire to consume you.”

You were at a loss for words, but your body spoke in your stead. The throbbing between your legs, the pants, the sweat that pooled in your hands…

Gods… how you wished he’d take you right there and then.

Aemond brought his gift to your neck, nose nearly touching yours, breath stirring heavier pants from you. He only broke eye contact once secured it neatly against your flushed skin, and you watched his eye drop to your heaving breasts.

“So beautiful…” he murmured, tracing the sapphires that framed your chest with one finger, careful enough no to touch you directy.

It was pure torture.

He shifted slowly, placing his lips to your ear in a whisper. “You look positively delicious…”

You gasped from his words and from the pads of his fingers caressing your restrained breasts.

“I want to fuck you in nothing but that necklace.”

A moan escaped your throat. “Gods…”

“You worry others will talk about my gift,” he purred, tracing your neck with his breaths. “You should worry about hard I’m going to take you.”

The moment his lips touched your collarbone, you felt your walls clench desperately around nothing, wetness dripping from you, and letting you know your body was more than ready to accept his offer.

Another moan was heard from you when he pressed his thigh to your swollen clit, sending jolts of pleasure across your body.

He dragged his lips across your neck, jaw and then almost planted a kiss to your own lips, but leaned back, breaking contact with you.

At the sudden loss of warmth and intimacy, you gasped. “Aemond…”

An amused smirk tugged at his lips, as he placed his eyepatch back in place. “Now you know how it feels like not being able to take what you desire.”

he’s the queen (benjicot blackwood) we choose

playing with fire

♡ pairing : aemond x reader ♡ rating : 18+ - aemond says some shit that is absolutely unacceptable ♡ word count : 2.3k ♡ warnings: violence, talks of d wording and k wording, stockholm syndrome, threatening the people you love, choking, dubcon (how can someone really consent in an environment like this?) ♡ summary : To most of Westeros, you are the dangerous leader of an antimonarchist  rebellion. To Prince Aemond, you are both the bane of his existence and  the object of all his desires. ♡ an : join my taglist for this miniseries! this part can be read as a standalone, but it is a continuation of my fic raise your weapon

You awoke to a raging headache, courtesy of your kidnappers’ heavy handed methods of knocking you out.

You struggled against the twine binding your wrists and ankles uselessly and tried to keep your breathing even. Panicking would make you more useless. You couldn’t see anything through the burlap sack they had tossed over your head, but you felt the hay lined cart you were sitting in rattle. It was hard to tell what direction you were heading in, but you hoped it wasn’t the lake. You paused, furrowing your brows and listening for the sound of frogs. When you instead heard the slow beating of what could only be a dragon’s wings, you realized that you probably had better chances with the lake than where you were actually headed.

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no but imagine Aemond having to explain to Alicent how he didn't mean to feed Luke to his dragon, but he still fed Luke to his dragon you know ?

all i really want is to make aegon cry (erotic)

𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝:

he would be so pitiful :( imagine torturing this man until he cries... he's just begging for you to stop riding him, but at the same time it feels so good and he's beyond conflicted. edging him too. his eyes would water, lip caught between his teeth as he groans & growls, trying so hard to keep his composure but he just cant :((( and eventually the tears spill over bc his body is just experiencing so much all at once

also, a lil headcanon: aegon's eyes tear up when he's feeling a lot of pleasure. its an automatic response, like his brain just makes it happen. he gets embarrassed by it, so he allows the messy waves of his platinum hair to fall in his face while he rails you — it's a desperate attempt to hide his eyes. if you try to tuck his hair behind his ear, he grabs your wrists and pins them to the bed, trying to blink the tears away... i need this man right now <3

I love that the only reason I despise Alys Rivers is because she got my man