Hotd Season 2 - Blog Posts

I feel like so many problems people have with tv at the moment could be solved if we just went back to the good ole days of 20 episodes a season that’s just sixty percent filler and character development. Give the people what they want- less condensed story and more meaningless shenanigans

I’m sorry no one is allowed to hate on the actress cast as Alys Rivers she was the fucking she wolf in GLOW that woman is an ICON

Can you write yandere Arryk Cargyll and Targaryen Princess and yandere Erryk Cargyll ?

YANDERE ARRYK CARGYLL X TARGERYAN PRINCESSES X YANDERE ERRYK CARGYLL

🛡️they both would follow you to the very end putting there pettiness aside for you. It didn’t not matter what side they thought should win in there heads the only right side to be on was the one that you chose .

🛡️both practically fight each other on who gets to guard you even when there exhausted .

🛡️because you are a princess they both know they cannot have you but as they sleep at night they dream of a life with you were it doesn’t matter who either of you are . A life where you could be there’s fully …

🛡️arryk believes in the idea that women should be a step behind them because then men can protect them . It’s why he preferred aegon II because he knew he could fully protect you .

🛡️Erryk would follow you everywhere like a lingering smell. He would do what ever you asked as long as it pleases you .

🛡️both would fight to the death if you asked it off them …

🛡️potential suitors go missing after meeting you.

🛡️many musicians and poets sing songs about there devotion and love to you.

🛡️both wish you did not have a dragon because when you ride high in the sky they cannot protect you .

🛡️if you wanted to be the queen they would make a path way for you to do so . A pathway of your family’s dead bodies that is ….

🛡️do not underestimate them they may seem sweet and gentle to you but in truth to others they are harsh and ruthless.

🛡️good yanderes to have because they can never harm you since you are above them .

Thank you for the request ❤️❤️

How would yandere Aegon and Aemond work with a younger brother reader who is uninterested in the throne?

PLATONIC AEGON TARGARYEN X READER X PLATONIC AEMOND TARGARYEN

🐉your there younger brother and unlike them you are uninterested in the throne. Even when you were small you took no notice of the throne.

🐉perhaps because of that it made them so interested and obsessive of you.

🐉in there eyes they had no father so they both stepped up teaching you the things they wish they had been taught .

🐉both compete for your attention but will pair up if there cousins try to get your attention.

🐉doesn’t allow you to marry they do not wish for you to take a wife and live far away instead they prefer you to be pure and kept within there reach . which distresses your mother a lot. However if she try’s to intervene she is met with there disobedience and anger.

🐉when aegon becomes king he declares that he wants you to be his heir after him but you refuse . it angers him but also impresses him because he knows your the only one not running after the crown making you the only person he can trust .

🐉when you were a babe you had a dragon however when know one was around both aegon and Aemond killed the poor thing a secret they both took to the grave. no one found the dragon little did anyone know they buried it just in the royal gardens.of course some one had to pay for your missing(dead) dragon and the person was a simple servant one who had never even seen your dragon but some how got convicted of hiding it .

🐉if you ever tried to claim a dragon both your older brothers would keep you locked away the only reason they don’t is because your so obedient like your mother.

🐉when aegon loses his son you are the only one who comforts him and he clings on too you now more then ever he is prepared to kill his and yours half sister to make sure you never leave his side.

🐉it’s safe to say both of these men are willing to go to great lengths to keep you nice and safe by there side …

Thank you so much for the request ❤️❤️

I feel like this season of House of The Dragon is going to be utterly ruthless in it's approach.

As always, the intricacies never fail to take my breath away...

Last season, the opening showed blood on rock... rock that does not stain. But this time, we see blood tainting canvas, likely to leave deep gashes that won't be washed over, won't signify beginning anew.

This is further seen in how the last shot we saw of Rhaenyra was with her back facing the fire and darkness in her eyes. Yet, here we see in in the same room with a map of the seven kingdoms... alit with fire, demanding Aemond's life and walking out without a word.

Fire in all it's duality is clearly seen when alicent lights a candle for Viserys parallel to Luke's pyre being burned and finally as she wished to quell her guilt, lighting a candle for Luke, only for it to cut to Rhaenyra being obscured by flames, signifying that this stain isn't going to be washed off, it's not a rope that's frayed, but one that's cut.

And finally, Helena saying beware of the rats but not knowing who it is... Alys, who betrays information or her, who betrays herself.

In all its glory, there are four fronts that are going to impact the game moving forward:

Alicent's desire for victory, and whether she sees it in sleeping with Crison Cole, or allowing her soul absolvement from guilt by making peace between her and the blacks (Rhaenyra).

Otto's thrist for violence and who he deems (un)worthy enough to sacrifice.

Rhaenyra's vengeance, and which wing will forever be grounded next.

And Daemon's venerence towards Rhaenyra and who he's willing to betray for it.

Ulf, please... The second hand embarrassment is real

It's frustrating that Rhaenyra believes that having more dragons somehow means that the war can be stopped without bloodshed. Without these two dragons, people have already died. Luke, Jahaerys, Rhaenys, etc. S1 Rhaenyra literally said that when dragons went to war everything burned, but now she thinks that somehow bloodshed can be averted with more dragons?

Vermithor smiling at Hugh after murdering a bunch of people☠️

Hands on Me

Benjicot Blackwood x Fem!Reader x Aeron Bracken

Warnings: threesome, this is just pure smut, fingering, oral (male recieving) probably ooc because we don't see much of them

Summary: Aeron and Benji have a difficult time sharing.

a/n: this is my second time ever writing smut, so don't come at me lol. @lovebabe18 @cypherpt5fttaehyung

The hot air in the tent was shared by three naked bodies.

You lay between the two men — Benji to your left and Aeron to your right. Benjicot’s lips were on yours, muffling your moans, while Aeron’s were on your breast, sucking on the hardened nipple. One of each man’s hands were between your thighs, rubbing at and finger fucking into your wet cunt.

Their hands accidentally overlapped each other's many times as they attempted to pleasure you.

Benji released your lips. “Back off, Bracken,” he practically growled the words out. His pale face was flushed and you couldn’t tell if it was because of his usual shyness or because of the fact he was sharing a girl with his sworn enemy.

Aeron let out a small grunt as he reluctantly looked over at Benjicot, his hand now resting on your thigh.

“You back off, Blackwood.” You knew Aeron was trying to be intimidating, but his soft voice was not aiding him in doing so.

You had this peculiar arrangement with the two boys. During times of sexual need, the boys would come to you for help and you to one of them. Neither were fond of their enemy fucking the object of their desires, but you were not ready to commit yourself to anyone. And besides, you liked the drama.

You let out a small, annoyed whine. “Must you two argue right now?”

“Blackwood started it.”

Benji scoffed. “Me? You were the one getting your fat hand everywhere and hogging her.”

You roll your eyes and rest your weight on your elbows so you can get a clear look at Benjicot and Aeron.

“You two are acting like children,” you say, perhaps regretting this scheme of yours. When you had sex with Benji, it felt pleasurable, and the same could be said for when you fucked with Aeron. You had thought it would feel even better with the both of them, but you were beginning to feel impatient. You’d not finished once!

Aeron and Benji opened their mouths to form a rebuttal, but you beat them to it. “Perhaps, I should find another man to help me finish, if you two won’t.”

Instantly, Benji flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. You let out a pleased grunt in return and rested on your hands and knees.

“I think something ought to be done about that sharp tongue of yours,” Aeron says, situating himself in front of you.

Ben grabs your thighs and spreads them to fit his body between your legs. One of his hands held onto your hip as the other grabbed his cock, rubbing it against your slit. He let out a small moan, feeling how wet you are. “Fuck.”

You lean forward and take the tip of Aeron’s cock in your mouth. The Bracken lets out a moan as he shuts his eyes, focusing on the way your tongue feels on his cock. Aeron reaches one hand out and digs his fingers into your scalp, tugging on the strands of your hair.

Suddenly, you feel Benji thrust his cock into your cunt, forcing you to fully take in Aeron. They both whisper profanities as you gag on Aeron’s dick. Benicot gives you a moment to get used to the feeling of his dick in you before moving in and out.

Your upper body is delightfully pushed towards Aeron in time with Benji’s thrusts. You try not to neglect the man in front of you by focusing on the sparks of pleasure shooting through you because of Benji, and instead focus on Aeron.

As best as you can, you hollow your mouth and swirl your tongue around Aeron’s cock, sucking him off. He lets out small moans and — when he can form them — words of praise. “Just like that,” he gasps out.

You move your head back and forth on Aeron’s dick, helping him face fuck you. You rest one of your hands on his thigh for stability as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth.

You moan when you feel Benji’s fingers rubbing circles on your clitoris, bringing you closer to ecstasy. Your sounds of pleasure eventually lead Aeron to his release first. You feel him tense before finally cumming. The salty liquid invades your mouth and you sputter. It dribbles down your chin and onto the ground underneath you. Slowly, he moves out of your mouth.

You and Benji are quick to follow Aeron in finishing. Your cry out in pleasure as you cum, Benji’s fingers and cock bringing you to completion. You can feel Ben’s balls slap against you and the sound of his heavy breathing. You grind against Benji’s cock and pelvis before he finally releases. He quickly pulls out of your hole and paints your ass and thighs in his cum.

You slump forward and lay down on your stomach, mind hazy from everything that’s just happened.

Someone’s hand wraps around your shoulder and tugs you toward their chest. Your eyes flutter open and see that it’s Aeron. Suddenly, Benji’s hand wraps around your waist and pulls you towards him, trying to force you away from Aeron.

You could already hear the argument that was about to begin.

I don't care if he's not Benjicot Blackwood, Kieran Burton is the perfect fancast. GIVE ME THE FANFICS! 🤡😭

The Cannibal Prince

Pairing: Vampire!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

Includes: nipple play, kissing, non-consensual vampire turning (Including a kiss), biting, side character death

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: You marry Prince Aemond, and he reveals another Targaryen wedding tradition that many aren't privy to.

It was fortunately windy at Dragonstone — a delightful contrast to that of King’s Landing.

You wore one of your Dornish gowns, showing off quite a bit of your skin. You hadn’t really gotten into the fashion at King’s Landing. It was so terribly hot there and your gowns from back home gave you a delightful reprieve.

You stood outside. You had first come out to watch the waves lick at the big rocks, but your thoughts soon drifted off to Aemond Targaryen — Your betrothed.

You had brief interactions with the man. Once, when you first arrived at King’s Landing. You had eaten dinner with Prince Aemond, along with the rest of his family. It had been a tense first meeting for you. Queen Alicent was the one carrying the conversation, with Otto asking questions about Dorne here and there.

Though you were not Dornish royalty like the Martell’s, your house is a great one.

You had noticed Queen Alicent lowering her gaze to your dress a few times over dinner before looking back at you with a fake smile. You think she didn’t like your dress.

Aegon, though, scared you. He would not take his eyes off of you during the feast and would speak of how you were too pretty for his cripple brother. You noticed that Prince Aemond had tensed at that, his fingers tightening around his cutlery. You hadn’t spoken out in defense of Aemond — just gave Aegon a faux smile, hoping he didn’t notice how uncomfortable you were. You think he did.

You had heard rumors about the Targaryens. Of how their serving girls were disappearing at an alarming rate, about Prince Aegon’s sexual debauchery, that your betrothed was not missing an eye at all, and that when he had his eye cut out, it had come back! That you did not believe, it simply wasn’t possible.

You shivered from the cold Dragonstone air, and like he knew you were thinking of him, a voice spoke out from behind you. “Cold, My Lady?”

You turned around, your golden dress moving with you. There stood Aemond Targaryen, a few feet away from you. His hands were clasped behind his back and his long white hair looked slightly unkempt because of the winds.

You bowed, before looking back up at him. “Nothing I can’t handle, My Prince.”

You were proven wrong as the wind beat at you, forcing you to squint.

Aemond wrinkled his nose, like he had smelt something he didn’t like before getting his expression under control and clenching his jaw.

“It is getting quite late, betrothed. Would you allow me the honor of walking you back to your chambers?” Aemond asked.

Your eyes widen slightly at the request, but you nod anyway. “Of course, My Prince.”

You both walked back into the Castle, a quiet overtaking you both. You had hoped Aemond would have offered you his arm, but he hadn’t, and this was the longest time you two had spent together, so you contented yourself with that.

Your eyes gazed at all the dragon furniture and you were reminded of Princess Rhaenyra.

You had been surprised when you found out that you’d be marrying Aemond here, as you had heard that Rhaenyra had left for Dragonstone because she couldn’t stand the Hightowers and their children anymore. Perhaps she had a change of mind.

You and Aemond reached your chamber door. There were dragons carved into the wood, their long, lithe bodies stretched out on it.

You opened the door and stepped in, turning to look at Aemond. “Would you like to come in, My Prince?” It was a courtesy, of course. If you and your betrothed were both caught alone together, it would be quite the scandal.

Aemond looked at you, scrutinizing your body as his eyes traveled down the length of your body. He stared at the exposed area of your neck before forcing himself to look back at you, his jaw ticking.

“Perhaps after our marriage ceremony.” With that, Aemond gave a curt bow, mumbling “My Lady,” before turning around and leaving — presumably to his own chambers.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and shut the door. You hadn’t expected Aemond to say such a thing — maybe his brother, but not him!

Your handmaidens helped you get dressed for bed and you couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth in your stomach.

As you lay in bed, listening to the sound of the sea — you had insisted to keep the shutters of the window nearest your bed open and one of your handmaidens reluctantly did so, lecturing you about how it would be a terrible thing if you got sick the night before your wedding — your thoughts drifted back to Aemond. You wish he had come into your chambers.

The next morning, you had awoken to terrible news. One of your handmaidens — Aimya — was dead. Her corpse was found in one of the halls. Your handmaidens said that Otto Hightower claimed that given the girl’s pale skin, she must have picked up a sickness. They weren’t allowed to see the body and had no confirmation that this was true.

You had hoped the marriage ceremony would be canceled because of this, but of course, nobody cared for the death of a random dornish girl. Nobody except for you and the other handmaidens.

Over the years, you had all become very close to each other, and her death was like a ship wrecking when it was close to land. The night before your wedding! If you didn’t know any better, you would have taken her death as a warning.

Your handmaiden — Brise, a woman a few years older than you with a sharp face — leads you to your vanity and has you strip out of your nightgown. Your other handmaiden — Miana, a young girl with rosy cheeks — untangling your hair with a shaky hand as you sat atop your vanity stool, naked and shivering.

Brise shut the window before grabbing your wedding robes. After Miana was done, you stood up, facing the older woman. She held the traditional Targaryen wedding robes.

How disappointing. You had always thought your wedding would be an extravagant thing, but it seems not.

“Aimya seemed fine. I-I didn’t think…” Miana broke out into a sob.

Brise shook her head as she helped you into your clothing. “I don’t trust these Targaryens,” she said the name with such disdain that you couldn’t help but look at her surprised.

“That is my betrothed’s family you are speaking about,” you say as Brise finishes tying the front of the robe.

Miana grabbed the headpiece, but was shaking so much that Brise grabbed it out of the young girl's hands and placed it atop your head instead.

“My apologies, My Lady.” But you knew Brise, and you knew she wasn’t sorry at all. You decide not to dwell on it and begin your trip out of the castle.

You stand face to face with Aemond, your expression one of pain as he cuts into your palm. You bite into your covered bottom lip to silence any sound of pain that would try to leave you.

Aemond’s own hand is bloody, as you had cut into it first and you can feel it on your palm as you press it against his. The blood doesn’t do much to hide the lack of warmth in his body, but you brush it off to it just being a reaction to the cold of the Island that is Dragonstone.

An older man wraps a cloth around your hands and you watch as your blood — now mixed with Aemond’s — drips into the cup. You hear the man say some words in Valyrian, but you don’t understand any of it.

Soon, you are drinking out of the chalice. You take a small sip, the heavy taste of copper now on your tongue. You hand it over to Aemond, and he holds your gaze as he drinks the rest of your shared blood.

Then, you both kiss. It’s a quick thing, and you are aware of the eyes of Aemond’s family watching you.

Hours later, you are in Aemond’s chambers. You suppose you’ll be returning to King's Landing very soon.

You sit on the edge of his bed, anxiously fiddling with your fingers as Aemond walks over to you.

Gently, he takes off your headpiece and places it on the side table. Using one cold finger, Aemond places it under your chin, forcing you to look into his purple eye.

You’re captivated. You are sure you will never in your lifetime see anyone that looks like Aemond. Sure, they others have purple eyes, and white hair. But Aemond is unique, with his sharp features, and one eye.

“There is no need to be nervous,” Aemond reassured you. His fingers trail down your neck, to your pulse, gently pressing them there. “Wife.”

You watch as Aemond takes in a sharp breath at the feeling of you, and he quickly pulls his hand away.

Your husband sits down on the bed next to you.

“We need not do this tonight if you don’t wish for it,” he says, surprising you.

You shake your head, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you speak, “No.. I want to, Husband.”

Aemond lets out a harsh breath out of his nose and nods. “Very well.”

Gently, Aemond reached out, cupping your cheek and forcing you to look at him. He presses his lips to yours, and for some reason he still tastes of copper.

His hands find their way to the ties of your robe and undo them. He pulls away from your lips and pushes down your clothing, leaving it on the floor.

Aemond looks down at you, and you feel your nipples harden very quickly.

Gently, Aemond pushes you down on the bed, so that you are laying with your back flat against it, your head resting on one of the soft pillows.

He rests one of his hands on your hips, and the other — the scarred one — trails down to your breasts. Aemond presses his palm atop the left side of your chest, almost like he’s trying to feel your heartbeat. When he’s satisfied, Aemond brings his fingers to your nipples. He tugs on your nub and you let out a soft gasp.

His attention is instantly brought back to your mouth and he presses his lips to yours. It’s very different from your first kiss when you were getting married. This one is rough, like he’s trying to consume you.

His fingers dig into your breast — so much so that it’s starting to hurt. You let out a small mewl, and Aemond instantly lets go of your lips and breast.

Slowly, Aemond kisses down your chest, and stomach, until he is at your hips.

Aemond undos the ties of his own robes, and drops the garment onto the floor.

He spreads your legs and presses a small kiss to your inner thigh, “So pretty.”

You let out a small, pleased, sigh. “Husband..”

Aemond brings his lips back to your thighs, and brushes his lips against them. Using his cold hands, Aemond holds onto your hips, pressing them down to the mattress. You shiver at his touch, and when he licks at your thigh, you feel small tingles spread through your body.

Your eyes flutter shut, and that’s when you feel it. Something sharp presses into you and your eyes shoot open. You wriggle in Aemond’s grip, but feel his pale hands pin you down. All you can see is the white of his head as you look down at him.

You let out a small cry, confused. “A-Aemond.. What are you…!”

Aemond’s lips finally release the hold they had on your thigh, and when he looks up at you, your eyes land on his bloody mouth.

Before you can even do anything, Aemond lets go of your hips and instead crawls over you, his lithe frame atop of you. Using one hand, Aemond grabs ahold of your wrists and pins them over your head. His other hand grabs your jaw and pushes it to the side, revealing your neck.

Aemond presses his nose to your neck, taking in your scent. His eyes flutter shut and you hiss in pain as he bites into your flesh.

Your legs kick at Aemond, but it doesn’t deter him.

Soon enough, you run out of energy and cease your struggling. You quiver under Aemond, and tears run down your cheeks.

Just when you’re on the brink of death, Aemond pulls away, pressing a wet kiss to the area he just bit.

Aemond lets go of your wrists, but still holds onto your jaw, though his grip has loosened.

Your eyes flutter open, your vision blurry.

Aemond bites into his own wrist, sucking up a considerable amount of blood, before pulling away.

Aemond presses his lips to yours, and forces you to drink in the mix of your’s and Aemond’s blood. Some blood escapes you and Aemond’s mouth and trickles down your cheeks.

Aemond pulls away after what feels like an eternity. You take in big gulps of air, your lungs burning.

A warmth runs through your body before being replaced with a coldness. It feels like you're freezing. Aemond kisses at your tears before pressing his lips to your bloody cheeks. He coos against them, feeling their warmth turn cool, “I know this is now what you were expecting, wife, but that was not the end. Perhaps…” he trails off.  Aemond pulls away, letting go of your wrists. His eye looks down at your naked body, and despite it all, you feel a heat spreading through you. “After our marriage ceremony.”

a/n: Wrote this in celebration for season 2 of hotd, though this was written a few days before it came out! divider creds: @saradika

am I the only one who’s enjoying s2 😭 I feel like a lot of people have issues with the plot / the way they’re executing things (which is fair enough) but personally I’ve quite enjoyed watching and don’t really mind- but I am easy to please all it takes is either a dragon or some gay shit and we good 10/10 ! !

Idk if this is real or I’m just going crazy from sleep deprivation, but am I the only one that thought in the most two recent episodes Rhaenyra and Alicent were being paralleled in their internalized misogyny? (Not a hate post, I love both of them and I think it’s impossible NOT to have internalized misogyny in that setting. Just talking about something I noticed.)

Like in episode two we see Alicent having Helaena do the whole political funeral thing, and it’s so obvious that before, during, and after it, Alicent sees herself in Helaena. The whole thing is like Alicent reliving her earliest days as Queen all over again where not only was she also just a political pawn for the men in her life, but also where her biggest fear started. This fear being something happening to the kids she was forced to have. While the political pawn thing is majorly important too to the generational misogyny discussion, I think the more major relation that registers within Alicent’s brain is the fear of her children dying, and her consciously forcing Helaena to suffer through an extended version of that pain, and it is what will be relevant later in my post. Keep that in mind.

Similarly, in episode three, we see Rhaenyra narrowing Rhaena down to nothing more than an idea of motherhood. Rhaenyra basically tells Rhaena that her main purpose in the war is to take care of her children, even though Rhaena is less than enthusiastic about it. Even before I made the distinction that I make in this post, this whole scene struck out as odd to me, because my first thought was “teenage Rhaenyra would have hated to be told this,” yet Rhaenyra didn’t seem to care about Rhaena’s feelings at all. And then I realized that was the point. Sure, Rhaenyra’s fear of motherhood surrounded around childbirth mainly, but still, her greatest fear had been motherhood for most of her life, specifically being forced to mother children she didn’t want, and yet she forced it onto Rhaena without a second thought.

So. Alicent’s greatest fear, suffering the loss of a child, befell Helaena, and instead of comforting her in her time of need, Alicent furthered her daughter’s pain. Rhaenyra’s greatest fear, being forced into motherhood, was easy for her to force onto another young girl. It’s disturbing, and shocking, and upsetting, but it’s such a good decision for their characters. It shows how easily women can forget their girlhood fears when they come into more power, contributing to the misogyny around them. But that’s not all. Because then I realized something else.

Despite the idea haunting her for almost her entire life, Alicent never had to suffer the loss of a child. But Rhaenyra did.

And in the end, Rhaenyra did get to choose who the father of her children was, and when she had them. But Alicent didn’t.

They lived each other’s worst fears. It adds another layer of tragedy to them, because it would have been so easy for them to understand each other, their fears and grievances matching perfectly, but they never really got the chance because of how they viewed the other as having caused their issues in the first place. And even later, they get another chance to understand both themselves and each other through their daughters, but it makes no difference.

None of them will ever win, because they don’t help each other. Everyone complaining that “so-and-so” is better than “this character” because “so-and-so” is a true feminist and “this character isn’t” doesn’t understand the point of the show.

The point is that they won’t help their mothers, they won’t help their best friends, and they won’t help their daughters. If you think any of the men in House Of The Dragon are an ideal image of feminism…. I don’t even know how you’re on my page in the first place. And all the women in the show are only looking out for their own best interests. Which is totally fair for the time period theyre in, and I would probably do the same. But it all goes to show that they could’ve been so much stronger if they all stood together.

Me and you my friend

I'm afraid I just fell into the Benjicot Blackwood rabbit hole. Oops.

Daemon psychosexual incestuous feelings were for his brother not his mother let's be fr

Aemond did not care for Jaehaerys LMAO why is he sadder over Lucerys death than for Jaehaerys 😭🙏

commission of Aegon || and his daughter Jaehaera ❤️‍🩹

“The grief and rage of losing a child could burn down the world”

“rhaenyra the cruel"

- all hail the King Aegon!

I refuse to believe Otto Hightower has ever had his dick sucked. I simply refuse to believe it.

So when he marries Daemons Dornish bastard daughter she blows his mind

Like bro take your conjugal beefing to a therapist or smth just don't make a war out of it

gays will get divorced and make it everyone's problem smh

Aeron is def Brazilian, we can't stand the word "duvido" (I doubt/you wouldn't do that), it has the same effect as "you wouldn't dare" because OH SWEETIE YES WE WOULD

sure, sure.

aeron is pretty and a little prissy. maybe too weak to be an effective knight. but everyone has to admit he’s got NERVE.

he’s obviously scared of Davos but he doesn’t back down when they are literally nose to nose.

“you wouldn’t dare!” davos says.

aeron’s silence seems to say “watch this.”

then the entire field is stacked with bodies and the mill’s burning because he HE DID DARE!

on god, he may have had zero PREPARATION but he was smart like if they did as he said they would have already won the fucking war like listen to the guy I know he's shit but he's smart your ment to listen to your king not undermind him the only dumb thing he did was replace otto as hand because otto would have agreed with every one of his takes like I need daeron to be trying to push for aegons ideas I really do I need a smart duo

Let's see, Aegon was right about...

1. Considering smallfolk

2. Securing Harrenhal before Daemon builds an army

3. Securing Grover Tully's support after Lucerys' death

4. Burning Gullet's blocade sooner

5. Wanting a dragon to accompany Criston and Gwayne (they could've killed Moondancer and captured Baela)

And STILL many people are saying he was a dumb king! Even with him not recieving any preparation, his ideas would've eliminated the biggest problems that the Greens are facing now.

I think that aemond was born before the wedding in ep 5 but in the show aegon is 20-19 so aemond should be 17-16 and helaenas only like two years younger than aegon so she'd be 18-17 purely basing this on the fact alicent was pregnant with helaena when aegon was two but like the timeline is such a mess because even of they followed the book timeline daeron was 13 when the war started and 16 when he yk but he was always the same age as jace in the book the two were fed from the same wet nurse.

I know people have made and it puts aegon as 2 in the year 115ac and helaena as 1 in 116 it doesn't show aemonds birth year but in the book it was 110 so in fire and blood helaena was born 109 so in the book the two are a year apart while daeron and jace were both born in 114 but it doesn't make sense for them to be born that year in the show as alicent was pregnant with helaena in 115, so the book years of ppl being born is as followed

aegon-107ac

helaena-109ac

aemond-110ac

jace-114ac

daeron-114ac a few months after jace

luke-115ac

the dragon twins baela and rhaena-116ac

joff-117ac

aegon iii-120ac

viserys ii-122ac

jaehaere and jaehaerys-123ac

maelor who isn't in the show yet-127ac

the war starts in 129ac and ends 131ac

the show has fucked up the timeline that I cry for ppl who make ocs cuz they won't ever get a proper age range, so with daeron I'm going a whim and saying alicent got pregnant like a month or two after rhaenyras wedding to laenor in year idfk atp but in the books it was 114

Why is it making it seems like they never met with daeron lol. Did he not atleast come to aegon and Helaenas wedding what about for the birth of the twins

nah fr the timeline is a jumbled mess, cuz like he's 16 in the show same age as jace which makes sense for the two being born the same year just a few months apart however unlike the book where the war starts in 129ac the show has it start in 130ac meaning the war will likely end in 132ac instead of 131ac and then for daeron to be 16 in the show he'd have been born in 114ac which doesn't make any sense as 114ac in the show happens like s1 ep 3-4 like make it make sense

Why is it making it seems like they never met with daeron lol. Did he not atleast come to aegon and Helaenas wedding what about for the birth of the twins

I have nothing against young alicent I love her but older alicent being given the scene of right after jaehaerys instead of aegon will forever pain me LIKE THEY HAD THE CHANCE TO DO IT AND DIDNT why I will forever wish to know, plus we would have got to see the aftermath of that scene in the next one like why they so obsessed with alicent like I get it she's like a main character for some reason but the war is between aegon and rhaenyra for the throne.

btw if there's any fanfics where it is aegon finding out right after instead of alicent tell me I'd eat that shit up so fast

I really don't understand the desire of the screenwriters to make absolutely everything in this series revolve around Alicent. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but all the events of the series REALLY don't need to be focused on her. Show me how Helaena runs to Aegon with her daughter in her arms. She finds him in the throne room and the whole company freezes, seeing her in tears, with a cut on her neck. The smile fades from Aegon's face when he realizes that something irreparable has happened. He sobers up immediately. Finish the episode on his face when Helaena says that Jaehaerys was killed and after we were watching the development of Aegon's relationship with his son, it'll hurt. Let me see the moment when he realizes that while he was getting drunk with friends on the throne, his son was being killed. Show me his eyes when he realizes that the fragile happiness he had was destroyed and he couldn't prevent it in any way. Children are the only thing these two have in common, it's their tragedy, don't take it away from them.

I genuinely don’t know how I am not seeing more of this woman on my feed

never have I wanted somebody more carnally

like I am howling at the moon, clawing at my walls, biting at my chains

the things I would do to be one of this woman’s wives

I didn’t understand x reader fics until she graced the screen

My blood feels hot that I want her so bad

She/her | Bookstan | DC | Naruto | Uchiha's Apologist | Defender Rhaenyra and Rhaenys Targaryen | Jason todd protector | team Black | Free palestina | Brazilian-Latina

Characters I've already written

Jason Todd

Roy harper

Madara Uchiha

Zuko

Ben blackwood

Benedict Bridgerton

Manjiro Sano "Mikey"

I have already written these characters and I write them normally, but I accept requests.💕

Note: my English is terrible, so I use Google translate to correct it, sorry for any mistakes.

°•My masterlist•°

Jason Todd

Alliance

Warning: None.

Summary: Jason and you have been dating for a few weeks, but you don't have a wedding ring, so you solve the problem.

Bathtub

Warning: +18

Summary: You've been in the bathtub for too long and Jason comes to get you.

Memories of the night

Warning: +18, Mention of sex

Summary: You remembering last night

Madara Uchiha

wedding custom 

Warnings: Mention of the wedding night

Summary: Where you refuse an ancient practice of other people taking off their clothes at nuptials.

A little hope in war

Warnings: None, just mention of war and death

Summary: Little!senju!you and little!Madara in love meeting in secret

Benedict Bridgerton

Serious conversation

Warnings: None, just lots of cuteness and kisses.

summary: You have an argument that doesn't end in an argument.

Ben(davos) Blackwood

Letter

Warnings: Ulterior motives, if you know what I mean.

summary: Ben goes to Dragonstone for a talk with you

Zuko

The time has come

Warnings: Mention of sex

Summary: You talk to Suki and Katara about your first night with Zuko, during your wedding.

Roy Harper

Secrecy

Warnings: Explicit sex, Bad English

Summary: Roy is afraid his brother will catch you two in the middle of sex.

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano

Reunion

Warning: Sexual innuendo, Sexual content. +18

Summary: You find yourself inside Mikey's car, and there's a lot of sexual tension.

Letter

Ben Blacwood × fem!reader

Warnings: None, maybe a mention of sex.

My English is not good, so I used Google translate for review.

Masterlist

- Maybe we will die in this war. - I say leaning against the wall in front of Ben.

He looks confused at my statement, not understanding where I'm going with this conclusion.

- Yes. It's a very high possibility, especially if we take into account that you are Rhaenyra's eldest daughter, Aemma. -Ben pauses, looking better at me, as if he was trying to read my thoughts and failing. - Now I thought you already knew, especially that you will have to fight in vermithor.

- Yes. Why do you think I called you here? - I tell him, and he looks confused and opens his mouth to ask. - No, it wasn't my mother who called him to Dragonstone. Well, at least it wasn't her idea. It was mine.

Ben raises his eyebrow and then raises one side of his mouth, in his typical smile, starting to understand what I'm getting at.

- As much as we're going to get married, after the war against the bastard. I want to try a few things before then, and you are the main one. - I say, approaching where he was sitting, and he got up to meet me halfway.

- It's your choice, princess, one you can't regret, because you can't go back. - With his eyes glued to mine, he raises his hand and takes it to the back of my neck and brings it down to hold my chin while his thumb passes over my lips. Next to his eyes that come down to look at them when he runs his finger and licks his own.

- I already did it when I decided that I would enter my room - I pause, looking from his lips to his eyes - and myself.

He smiles at my statement and I close the space between us, colliding my mouth with his.His right hand goes to the back of my neck holding my hair and his left hand holds my waist.