Headcanons For The HotD!Main Three

Headcanons for the HotD!Main Three

Part 1? (Let me know if you would like more);;

Pairing(s): Aemond x Reader, Jacaerys x Reader, Aegon x Reader

Warnings: None, for once in my life;

Author’s Note: just a couple of fluffy headcanons for your pleasure, to make up for the last part of the Yule Ball series;; they date back to your first meeting with the boys, and go as far as to touch close to the full-swing celebrations of the ball, during your 5th year at Hogwarts :)

Of First Meetings And First Crushes

☆ Aemond Targaryen ☆

There is a single, undisputable fact when it comes to your life at Hogwarts - you and Aemond go way back;

He bumped into you on your first ever ride on the Hogwarts Express. While you were discoursing with your new possible housemates, he was frantically searching for his old cat, Vhagar;

“I lost my pet. She is a Siamese cat with only one ear - answers to the name of Vhagar.” He said stiffly to the cheery group of people, and one 3d year Ravenclaw snickered in reply: “Shit, little guy, I’d run away too if my name was Vhagar.”

His group of friends immediately started laughing and it’s safe to say you didn’t like that;

After a short screaming match with the rude Ravenclaws (which you effortlessly won), you decided to help Aemond find his missing cat;

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He chastised you with a serious tone. “They could be your new housemates.”

“There is only one thing I won’t tolerate in my presence, and that is a bully!” The fire in your eyes made him smile - truly smile. “Now, let’s go find your cat.”

Vhagar ended up being in the back compartments, with all the other caged pets; she was trying to reach for your own cat with a shaky paw, but was failing miserably

Aemond grabbed her hurriedly and you made a joke that your pets should be best friends - he turned really red after seeing your wide smile;

For the rest of the train ride, you both sat together in an empty compartment - and when Aemond got hungry, you gave him one of your P&J sandwiches that you made for the trip;

“I also added chocolate chips. The secret is to add many, many chocolate chips.”

He felt really dejected when you were sorted into Gryffindor, and he in Slytherin. He thought that was the beginning of the end for your sudden friendship - but you proved him wrong when you defended him time and time again whenever anyone made a nasty comment about his hair, his height, his gloomy disposition or his “ugly” cat;

He fell in love with you very quickly: how could he not, when you were so radiant and so good to him?

Your friendship was going steady, until the end of your 1st year, when he stopped writing to you mid-summer;

You were crushed by his silence, and eventually stopped writing as well;

When you saw him on the Hogwarts Express again, you understood why he ghosted you - his left eye was covered by a black eyepatch, and a deep scar cut from his brow to his lower cheek.

A lot of drama ensued between you two: Aemond tried his hardest to push you away, but you were very determined and head-strong. Eventually, your friendship won in the face of any argument or harsh words Aemond could throw in your face;

During your 3d and 4th year, he was COMPLETELY DEVOTED to you;

He was your shadow - wherever you went, he was quick to follow.

Some students made nasty comments about it (always behind his back, of course, because Aemond had that scary presence);

When he told you about the stinging comments, you assured him that you loved hanging out with him and it would really hurt you if he stopped being near you;

Aemond.exe stopped working for 3 working days after hearing you say that - yeah, he does loves you that much, HE IS WHIPPED;

That being said, Aemond’s love language is acts of service and quality time;

He “helps” you with homework (a fancy word for “he literally does it for you even if you don’t ask him to”) and is always there when you need someone to listen and lend you a crying shoulder;

You invited him over for Christmas during your 3d year, and he was so nervous, he wore his best clothes when meeting your parents;

He looked really chill on the outside, though, and spoke really mechanically for the 1st half of the night, like he was applying for a job or something;

Little do you know he was applying to be your boyfriend EYYY–

Everyone knows you’re in love. EVERYONE. It’s really annoying to look at the two of you sometimes smh;

“JUST CONFESS AND GET IT OVER WITH PLEASE WE’RE ALL BEGGING YOU”

“Celeste, he doesn’t like me like that…”

“YES BITCH HE DOES”

He’s the main Slytherin Chaser and the Quidditch team captain;

What a surprise, omg!11!!1!

He’s not even into the sport, he just wanted to make a point that even with his missing eye, he can still do anything everyone else can - and better;

Okay, Aemond, we get it, you’re really cool;

You’re also the Gryffindor Seeker (oh-oh, athletic rivalry???) and he ALWAYS comes to your games (when he’s not directly playing against you, of course);

He won’t be cheering for you while swinging a butterbeer in the air - but he will curse the other seeker out under his breath and smirk when you catch the Golden Snitch;

Your first ever game was against the Ravenclaws, and when he came to support you wearing all silver and green, you gave him your Gryffindor scarf;

“So you can blend in with the enemy!” You beamed at him so innocently;

He gaslit you into believing he gave it back and you just lost it;

You didn’t lose it;

He stole it from you and now hides it in his trunk;

He takes it out when no one is in his dorm and sniffs it from time to time LMAO;

He bought you a new scarf from Hogsmeade, though;

Never give it to him during a game.

NEVER!

He will steal it again.

And buy you ANOTHER scarf;

And repeat the terrible cycle;

It just smells like you, okay???? It’s not his fault, now leave him alone;

When you win a game, and you’re not otherwise engaged, he celebrates with you in Hogsmeade;

He takes you to “The Empty Barrel” (literally the fanciest restaurant the little town has to offer);

“Don’t even think about covering the whole check, Aemond!”

“Hmm.”

No, he won’t take you to Three Broomsticks. The tables there are sticky and he wants to do this right, god damn it…!

You feel bad that he always pays for those little dinners, when it should be you who covers the table;

So you shyly ask him if he wants to go celebrate one of his victories with you one day;

He wants to whisk you away and keep you all to himself with how adorable you’re being;

Aemond accepts (how would he ever say no to you), but has to take an hour long cold shower after your proposition to cool off;

Anyway, you decide to take him to The Hog’s Head!

You eat there and HE STILL COVERS THE DAMN CHECK;

“Aem. We agreed on something. Come on!”

“Did we now?”

“You’re terrible. I’m never going out with you again.”

But you do. And he knows not to take your cute threat seriously;

He gives you a small chuckle that makes your whole face burn in embarrassment over the things it led you to think about;

Despite the initial set-back, you do manage to one-up him that night, though! You tell him to wait in the empty Great Hall for you, and you return with a homemade apple pie and those horrible peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that you gave him when you first met;

“We never ate dessert! There’s no way we can end the night without dessert.”

He almost kisses you then and there, but gets scared you’ll reject him;

The Portrait of Merlin ships you two. That’s all I had to say.

No, but seriously, the most invested on-looker is the portrait of Merlin - he learns both your schedules every year and always keeps one of you busy with talking in between classes, so that you may “accidentally bump” into each other (see part 1 of the Yule Ball for a snippet of that);

The whole ass West Wing placed bets on who you’ll end up with between Aegon, Aemond and Jacaerys.

Bonus: when you walk with Aemond, no matter the time of day, you have the biggest “scary dog privileges”. NO ONE is getting close to bother you;

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Hey!

I have an idea that just wouldn’t leave my head and as you might already know I really really love your work, you have an amazing talent! This could be a scenerio or idk. So I was thinking about the lake scene in the triwizard tournament, where the person they take from Viktor is Hermione, and my idea is that the reader gets taken the same way after going to the Yule ball with Borya. And like Aemond just cant find the reader and is really worried (you can decide if the confession already happend or not). And as the first champion comes up with their person he realises whats going on and he is worried and maybe jealous and all that. Maybe something even goes bad like it did with Fleurs little sister or something and later just cute reunion and stuff. The whole thing is just Aemond being worried and maybe really affecionate after the whole thing. I dont know if you like this or not, But I would love to see this. Anyway, sorry about this being so long! I hope you are doing okay, and I will continue loving everything you write! ❤️

Siren Calls

(HotD Hogwarts AU)

A scenario of what your life could look like in the HotD Hogwarts AU - it can be read as a stand-alone, as a prequel to the "Yule Ball" series, or as a one-shot all together;

Pairing: Aemond x Reader;

Warnings: mentions of blood and open wounds - other than that, this is pure fluff!

Author's Note: Ramielll!! This!! Is!! Everything!! Thank you so much for sharing your idea with me - it blew my mind completely, and I absolutely love it! I hope you don't mind that I adjusted your ask a little and made the lake scene happen before the Yule Ball takes place;

Your support and kind words mean everything to me, and I thank you for them from the bottom of my heart 😭💗 I'm not really proud of this, but I hope you still enjoy this little piece!

Also, I wanted to take a moment to address an ask that I received from @jamespotterismydaddy regarding more HotD!Hogwarts AU headcanons - I will post them soon, as well! I didn't just ignore your request :") But I first have to work on the 3d part for the Yule Ball, since the following headcanons will have a lot of spoilers for the series;

Six wizards go underwater. Do all of them swim back up?

Quietness washed over the secluded corner of the library - the only palpable noise being the aggressive scribble of Aemond's black feather.

"Sounds like you got a good lead over there..." (Y/N) whispered to him, lost in concentration, and fully engrossed in her Transfiguration paper.

"Hmm." The male replied, fighting back the urge to stop his writing and meet her feeble form, clashing his eyes with hers.

"Psst," She giggled into his ear, "Go slower, why won't you? At this rate, you'll be done way before I am."

Aemond felt his lips quirk up in a content smile. His hand came to a halt, and he finally glanced upon the girl's darkened orbs.

He drank in her distinctive features, reveling in her flushed cheeks and teasing smile. Fire surged within his veins, pumping both heart and loins alike. He tightened his fist below the table, cursing himself for the weakness she so easily caused him.

"Then you'd only have yourself to blame." He hushed right back, tickling her face with his warm breath.

The Gryffindor groaned and bit her cheek in grave frustration. Her eyes widened in feigned horror, and she gripped his shoulders tightly.

"No, no - do anything but leave me in the library all alone! My poor heart will not stand it!" She warned jokingly, though lacing her voice with a serious undertone.

Aemond let out a short breath, almost begrudgingly so, before he placed his big hand atop her head and affectionately patted her back in place.

"You know I'd never leave you to study alone." He remarked dryly, unamused. His words, although neutral and clear, faded in the light of his soft voice and downy eyes. "But that doesn't mean I'll stay here all night. You'll have to make more of an effort."

Another growl and a heartbeat later, (Y/N) pouted her lips and stuck out her tongue.

"Fine." She confirmed decidedly, "You'll see just how fast I can be. I bet you five Galleons I can finish even faster than you!"

The daring nature of Gryffindors shone through her, leaving Aemond both jaded and amused by it's wake. His chest filled with a fondness that scared him, but made him feel whole - complete - at the same time.

"Deal." Aemond piped back to her, leaning back on his chair smugly.

"Shake on it, then." The girl provoked him, with a wide smile etched on her face.

Both wizards brought their hand out in the greeting of the other, and soft fingers entwined with slim and long ones.

For a while, neither seemed to want to part. Together, they fit almost like a puzzle; their palms fell perfectly against the other - the Targaryen licked his lips tentatively, and turned his stare on their joined hands. If there was such a thing as humans made for a specific purpose, he was then sure his purpose was to love that girl.

(Y/N) swallowed thickly, and felt her cheeks turn into a shade of crimson. Before either could open their mouth to speak, the dull footsteps of another echoed through their quiet space.

"Ah, Miss (L/N), Mr Targaryen - Otto told me you might be here." The grave voice of Professor Daemon rung loudly atop their heads.

As quick as it came, their moment was gone, and both students reluctantly let go of their intimate bind.

"Professor Targaryen?" The girl inquired, surprised to see their DADA professor so late at night. She got up from her chair and made more room at their table for him, but Daemon only chuckled at her politeness, raising a hand to stop her in her tracks.

"Thank you, sweetling, but I won't be long. I've come to fetch you to Ott- Professor Hightower's office."

The two students exchanged a look of weariness, before Aemond rose up from his seat as well.

"Ah, not you, Mr Targaryen. Just Miss (L/N) will do just fine."

Aemond's mouth pressed into a tight line. His lilac eyes glared into his uncle's violet orbs, who only smirked at his nephiew's half-baked challenge.

"Professor, the hour is late. I should very much like to escort (Y/N) to my grandfather's office, as well."

Daemon fought back a bemused snicker. His eyebrows rose at his nephiew's suspense, and the man smirked slightly.

"Exactly, Aemond, the hour is late. Presumably, you both have classes tomorrow, is that correct? You could do with a good night's sleep."

Just like that, the conversation was over. Daemon placed his hand on the girl's back in a soothing manner, guiding her ahead of him with a firm nudge. Aemond, for a while, stood before them, his hand still gripping the dripping end of his elegant feather.

His uncle quirked his head to the side, signaling him to make way and, eventually, he did.

"I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, Aemond!" The girl assured her friend over her shoulder, throwing him one last dejected look.

Aemond was left alone with his thoughts, feeling more frustrated than ever. He slowly looked down at his fisted hand, and clicked his tongue in irritation.

"Shit."

The ink would leave stains on the inside of his palm.

Breakfast came. And breakfast passed.

Still, there was no trace of the girl in the whole wide hall.

Aemond's stomach felt like it was doing backflips. Seven times he looked over at the Gryffindors table. Seven times he closed his eyes in ire, having failed to spot the strands of her soft, familiar hair.

Perhaps she was in her Common Room.

Endless thoughts about what happened to her surged through his mind. Had his grandfather told her something that upset her? Did she catch a cold while staying in the airy office, with nothing on but her shirt and skirt?

"What are you thinking about?" A velvety voice rang in his ear.

"Hmm."

"If looks could kill, those Gryffindors would be six feet under." Alys laughed softly, brushing her hand with his.

Aemond sighed deeply, and moved his whole body towards the entrance of the Great Hall. Alys quirked up a brow and clicked her tongue in irritation - her emerald eyes ran over his broad back and lean shoulders; she bit her lip in anticipation, as her hands slowly extended to swallow him in a sensual back hug.

But a Gryffindor passed him, and the Targaryen took his chance. Wordlessly, he got up from his table, completely brushing Alys Rivers off, and reached out to him.

"Have you seen (Y/N) (L/N)?" He inquired dryly, sparing no time for any pleasantries.

"Uhh," The 4th year began, scratching his head in confusion, "Not since last night, no. She's probably still in her dorm or something, over-sleeping."

Aemond gave him a curt nod, releasing his tight grip over his forearm.

"Do you know who she shares a room with?" He pestered again. "Are any of the girls still here?"

"Yeah, Celeste. ... She's the blonde girl over there, at the edge of the table."

As the Gryffindor spoke, his hand crept up to point out the direction of (Y/N)'s bunk-mate. Aemond hummed in satisfaction, before brushing past the boy to march over to Celeste's table.

"You're welcome, by the way!" The brave 4th year yelled after him - though his attempt to grab his attention reached nought but deaf ears.

"You're Celeste, right?" Aemond's deep voice rumbled from inside his chest. He completely disregarded the Gryffindors' heated conversation, and instead fixed Celeste with his one good eye.

"In the flesh." She joked cautiously, leaning back in her seat to take a better look at the man before her. "You're Aemond Targaryen, right?" When he gave her a small nod, she smiled, fully satisfied with her discovery.

"Thought I recognised ya from somewhere!" She beamed at him, before taking on a more solemn air. "Can I help you with anything?"

"(Y/N)." Aemond accentuated with a quirked up brow, "She wasn't at breakfast today. Is she okay?"

At his words, Celeste scans the entirety of the cluttered hall, taken aback. She brings her blue eyes on Aemond's form again, and gives him a confused frown.

"Are you sure? When I woke up, her bed was all made up and stuff. She had to have been here."

As she spoke, the girl nibbled on her lower lip.

"Actually... I haven't really seen her since last night. She said she was going to the library to study. I waited for her but then, you know, I fell asleep."

Aemond felt his jaw set tightly. His one eyes went over to the Professors' table, searching frantically for Otto Hightower.

For once in his entire life, his grandfather wasn't there.

Right in the middle of their set assembly, Professor Daemon Targaryen shot him a provocative smirk.

Aemond snarled in retaliation, and climbed up the set of stairs to have a word with his eccentric uncle.

"Professor." He greeted tightly, before barking out in a single breath, "Last night, you took Miss (Y/N) (L/N) to my grandfather's office. Though it appears as if she hasn't yet returned. Since Professor Hightower isn't here himself, I wanted to inquire you on her whereabouts."

Although his sentence was perfectly weighed in both politeness and structure, there was no denying the malice he held in his undertone.

Daemon took great pleasure in it.

"Ah, yes, of course!" He exclaimed in a mocking manner, before taking on a more serious expression. "It may come as a surprise to you, Aemond, but I do not keep tabs on students and their current locations. I can assure you, though, she'll turn up eventually."

He dismissed his nephiew with a bored swish of his robes, bidding his goodbyes with a derisive smile.

"Perhaps you'll see her today at the triwizarding function." Daemon shrugged teasingly, earning a scornful look from both Aemond and his fellow colleagues.

The Slytherin wavered a moment, before he turned on his heel with a hum upon his lips.

His worry only increased with every passing hour he didn't spend in her company. Alys had latched onto him like a leech looking for her next meal, and his patience was running thinner by the minute.

Bets were placed on who will submerge from the waters of the Great Lake first - the noise of the crowd irked Aemond to no end, and her absence only intensified the feeling of dread that was setting inside his stomach.

Daemon had encouraged him to be here. Although his uncle was known to be cruel, he almost never graced people with false leads. Or so Aemond hoped.

His lilac gaze scanned through the floating towers, stopping at any student who resembled (Y/N) - at least barely.

The Targaryen let out a low growl, and decided to set his attention back onto the troubling waters.

He was worrying for nothing, wasn't he? Chances were, (Y/N) was hidden somewhere with her other friends, laughing and eating those awful flavoured jelly beans.

He had nothing to worry. Nothing at all.

And yet, jealousy swirled in his heart, pressing down his chest in a painful manner.

What were the chances that she was avoiding him? That she was sick of him following her around, and just wanted a break for the day?

His insecurity turned his attention back on Alys' blabbering.

"I bet that Borya would emerge first." She joyously told him, basking in the glow that his sharp eyes provided. "There's hardly any other champion more athletically inclined, and you need a lot of stamina to search through the whole lake for an hour."

Aemond's brow twitched at her words, and his whole disposition changed. "They have to search the lake?" He asked, unaware of the trail's circumstances.

Alya offered him a sly smile, and began playing with his robes' ends. She gestured for him to come closer, and leaned on over his shoulder to whisper in his ear.

"You didn't hear this from me, but apparently, all champions have to find something very dear to them deep beneath the lake's waters." She coyly told him, winking playfully as she sat down.

"At least, that's what Adrienne told me when I asked her last night."

Just as she finished her explanation, Oliver Hammer, Hogwarts' champion, emerged from the waters with his girlfriend, tightly joined at his hip.

A rattling thunder of congratulatory applauses could be heard from all around them. Alys pouted cutely, and turned her head to Aemond.

"Awh, that's just bad luck, isn't it? I just lost ten Galleons...!"

But Aemond had long switched his attention to Oliver Hammer. Something inside of him clicked at their sudden appearance, and the younger Targaryen made his way through the sea of people, to get a hold of the boy's damp robe.

"Congratulations, Hammer." He remaked loudly, as to quiet down the people next to them. Violet eyes were met with clashing brown hues, and Slytherin smiled at Slytherin.

"Thank you, Targaryen." He mirrored his formality with a small smirk, "You look tense. Something happened? Did you bet against me and are mad about my flawless victory?"

"Far from it." Aemond assured him, though his impenetrable expression never changed. "I have to ask you: did you spot (Y/N) down there, too?"

Oliver's eyes widened reflexively, and he jerked his head back a notch. Surprise and confusion battled for dominance, until the older boy finally spoke.

"Yeah - she's near the grindylows, about ten yards from here." He coughed into the back of his hand, and allowed the water droplets to pour down his soaked body. "How did you know?"

His question was left unanswered, though, as Aemond Targaryen made his way near the edge of water to glance within it.

"Hey, I wouldn't worry about it! Borya's assigned to her, and I saw him going there the second I left with Maya." Oliver yelled after him, and turned his attention back to his friends and brothers.

Not only was Aemond Targaryen worried sick about his friend, but he was now jealous, too.

If Alys' words rang true in his mind, then Borya cared an awful lot more about his girl than it was allowed to.

The green eyed monster ate away at his restless heart, and the Slytherin's knuckles turned white in their empty grip.

For a second, he wished he'd have written his name in the Goblet of Fire, for a chance to be the one to save her now.

Something was wrong.

Although Oliver had sworn he saw Borya approach (Y/N)'s hiding place the moment he left with Maya, the Durmstrang student was yet to come back up.

Even Adrienne Lavigne got to the bottom of the challenge, dragging her Ravenclaw friend out of the water, with a protective arm around her back.

Aemond felt like a caged dragon. Irritable and in a foul disposition. He glanced at his pocket watch once every two seconds, and walked from one end to the other on the robust ledge.

Where was that Durmstrang idiot...?

His silent prayers were answered when a clump of black hair emerged from the water. Borya had floated above, but there was no sight of the girl he was supposed to bring with him.

His hands reached up into the air, and he waved frantically.

"Help! Something is not right with the chains on (Y/N)'s legs! I can't free her!" He shouted in front of the shocked crowd. "Stones won't budge them, and I lost my wand in the sea of gillyweed!"

Aemond didn't need to hear anything else. With one swift movement, he discarded his robes on the floor and took out his aspen wand.

"Aqua Mensa." He swished it decidedly, and jumped into the water without a second thought.

The pain he felt was excruciating - the fins that grew in the stead of his fingers and legs felt worse than a thousand curses, but Aemond tried to pay it no mind.

Soon, his eye adapted to the depth of the water, and his new gills allowed him to breathe again.

"She's near the grindylows, about ten yards from here." He remembered Oliver say, and he started swimming in the direction he knew the girl must have been.

Surely enough, there she was, surrounded by nothing but algae. Aemond felt his heart stop beating, and a sudden pain carved his heart open at the sight of her seemingly endless sleep.

She looked beautiful. Breath-taking. With her eyes closed, she appeared at peace with herself and others; a small smile played upon her swollen lips, as if she knew a secret that she couldn't share with anyone.

Wasting no time, Aemond clutched his wand tightly, and cut through the iron shackles effortlessly, with just a flick of his wrist.

He engulfed the girl into a deep hug, swimming upwards to the rays of sunlight that peaked above both their heads.

And it could have all ended there, were it not for the grindylows that greatly opposed themselves at the sight of their swift departure. One by one, they rose up from their fields of algae, grabbing onto Aemond's feet, pulling him downwards and biting down on him harshly.

They ripped and tarnished, pulling tiny chunks of flesh from Aemond's body - still, the boy never once falthered. He kept the girl close to his chest, protecting her head and limbs with his own, in an attempt to defend her from the perturbing attacks.

Crimson blood pooled all the way up to where the students resided, and horrified gasps echoed all the way to the Professors' ears.

Aemond's hand reached for his wand, and, with the last of his forces, he hissed out the "Ascendio" spell, giving both bodies the last push necessary to reach to the surface.

Bewildered shouts surrounded them, all from a hundred different corners - while some were of a weird congratulatory nature, most seemed scared out of their minds.

Borya pushed through the crowd of students to glance at the two, and assure himself of both their safety. He gave Aemond a wordless bow, and an apologetic look to the girl still resting in his arms.

An army of Professors gathered around them. The school's nurse, Miss Margelle, let out a terrified gasp at the sight of the Targaryen boy, whose legs were in a most pivital position.

Despite there being no more need for it, Aemond never ceased to keep his arms around (Y/N), protecting her head from the hard, damp ledge and caressing her cheeks lightly.

"You're okay." He confirmed in a gentle whisper, wincing at his own pain. He brushed the hair from the girl's face, and rubbed small circles on the small of her back as she coughed out the excess water.

"A-Aemond...!" She uttered through an attempt to gasp for air, dazed and confused by his presence around her. "The Triwizarding Tournament, I --" She tried to explain, but stopped her wordless questions at the sight of the blood pouring at their feet.

"Aemond, you're bleeding out!!" She shrieked, aghast by the sight in front of her. She placed her hands atop Aemond's in an attempt to soothe and calm him, but the boy let out an airy chuckle.

"I'm fine. Hey, hey, look at me." He searched her gaze with his own, lining her jaw upwards. "I'm okay."

"H-How is this okay to you? You must be in so much pain!" She worriedly told him, feeling her lower lip quiver and eyes well up with tears at the sight of her friend's affliction.

She cast her eyes downwards again, and bit her lip in undoubted stress. Her hands fluttered close to his open wounds, but they stilled above them, unsure how to proceed.

While the two were busy bickering and conversing, Nurse Margelle kneeled down to Aemond's level, pulling out her trusting wand and summoning her first aid kit.

Sensing movement behind his back, the Slytherin shook his head, and placed a hand before his body. "Check (Y/N) first. The grindylows might not have bit her, but she still swallowed a lot of water."

"Are you insane?!" The Gryffindor chastised him with an affectionate look in her eyes. "You're bleeding out on the floor, and you're worried about me? Swallowing water?"

"Sweet water is toxic for the body. And you took more than just a mouthful." He asserted dryly, pushing her before his own needs once again.

"Shut up. Absolutely not."

"It's not up to you to decide." Aemond accentuated definitively.

"And thankfully, neither is it up to you, Mr Targaryen!" Nurse Margelle cut in sharply. Her hawk-like eyes assessed the spots in which Aemond likely took the most damage, and got to work right away. His damp shirt was discarded on the floor, and (Y/N) let out another breathless gasp.

"Merlin's beard, Aemond...!"

"I told you..." He began, before he closed his mouth back, in an attempt to hide a wince, "I feel fine. It doesn't hurt."

"Liar." She whispered back to him, whilst she leaned in to give his cheek an affectionate peck.

For a second, Aemond's cheeks matched the colour of the gnarly wounds on his legs and chest.

"T-Thank you. For coming to save me." She huffed out in a low breath, avoiding to meet his scorching eye.

"... Don't mention it."

If it meant getting kissed like that again, Aemond would gladly relive the day's events a thousand times over.

Dawn of a New Day (Itadori Yuuji x GN!Reader)

Request from Anon: Could I request a yuji itadori x reader where it’s morning time but itadori doesn’t wanna get up but so he moves in closer laying on your stomach.

Part Two of Bedtime, but it's in his Bed.

Part 3 here

Summary: After waking up and finding yourself cuddled up with Yuuji, you attempt to get out of his hold. Emphasis on attempt.

Rating: Teen. Suggestive moments, Itadori has reader underneath him, but only bc he's sleeping on top of them. 4/10 chili peppers

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Suggestive, language. unedited.

Your Saturday mornings usually started at sunrise- your alarm ringing and the birds chirping outside. Not with soft snores against the side of your face and a vice grip on your waist. But here you are.

You should’ve known something was off from the moment you woke up refreshed. Every night for the past few weeks were plagued with vivid nightmares and hours spent staring at the ceiling, your mind chanting, no, begging for you to sleep, but the fear of nightmares overriding your mind’s cries. And so you usually would wake up feeling restless and exhausted- both emotionally and physically. But today isn’t like that. Stirring into consciousness is pleasant. Your heart beat is gentle, the rhythm equivalent to the pace with which you would walk on a seaside while watching the sunset. Your muscles feel loose and your brain is humming contently, rather than its normal frantic buzz. As air freely fills your lungs with your first deep breath of the morning, you note that your weighted blanket feels heavier than usual.

But when you try to push yourself up off your back, you find it impossible to move. When your eyes glide open, you don’t see your blue fuzzy blanket draped over your body when you look down. Rather, your met with the view of a fluffy head of pink hair right below your nose. As you crane your neck to see the rest of your body, you find Itadori’s right bicep draped over your stomach, his other arm snaked underneath your back so that his left hand could come around and rest at the hem of your shirt. His legs were interwoven with yours, koala-ing your right thigh.

As you turn your head to the right in shock, the position you are in finally registers.

Your best friend, Itadori Yuuji, had you completely cuddled up against him. Hell, he was half on top of you like this.

Memories of last night - all of last night - flood your memory and a warmth starts to nip and the apples of your cheeks all the way to the tips of your ears. Itadori had pulled you against him to sleep, and you let him.

You were by no means in denial about your feelings for your best friend, but that didn’t mean you were emotionally prepared to wake up to him face first into your chest.

Isn’t he more of an ass guy anyways? The stray thought passes through your mind as you watch him nuzzle against you, his face relaxed as his nose presses into you. That kinda hurts actually. And I should… I have to get him up. We have to talk about all...this. Now.

“Yuuji…” His name softly slips through your lips, your hand delicately sweeping over his broad back. He doesn’t move. “Yuujiii~” you squeeze his shoulder, his eyebrows furrowing in response.

“Mmm…” he groans. A squeak escapes you as Yuuji squeezes you tight, constricting your breathing unintentionally.

“Yu-uji!” The situation only gets more difficult as he pulls you closer, holding onto you like you were his ticket to sleep. You sometimes forget about his monstrous strength when you look at his soft face. With your body now completely underneath his, his head rests on you as if you were a pillow.

For the sake of your own health and sanity, you grab the sides of Itadori’s face and push his head, and subsequently his body, away from yours. His cheeks were squished in your grasp, his head angled back from your attempt to create space to breathe.

“Yuuji! Wake up! Please!” You try and shake his head side to side in an effort to wake him up.

“I don’t want to.” His raspy morning voice takes you by surprise, standing in contrast to the childish whiny undertone in his remark. His eyes were squeezed shut, and despite his squished face, you could still see his pout.

“What do you mean you don’t want to?” You’re aware that asking a sleeping person a question was probably not gonna do much, but it was an impulse more than anything else.

“Don’t want the dream to end…” The way he said it was different this time. You hadn’t heard Itadori speak like this before. You’d heard him be genuine, kind, and honest many times. But this time he sounded vulnerable and a little helpless, something in his voice making it seem like he was on the verge of tears.

You don’t know why it hadn’t occurred to you before, but you were probably not the only sorcerer who had nightmares on a regular basis.

“Don’t take Y/N from me, too. Please?” He was definitely sleep-talking, and nowhere near conscious, because he definitely would not have been saying the things he was saying if he knew you were right underneath him.

He’d done you a kindness by letting you crash his bed for the night, unintentionally blessing you with a good night’s rest.

Maybe it’d be okay to let him dream for just a little while longer.

You sigh as you let go of his face, Itadori easing his way back resting against your body. But because you had pushed him back, he was no longer angled to fall onto your chest. Rather, as he eases his way to lay down once more, his face presses into your stomach. “Soft…” His hands wrap around your waist again, his torso resting in the space between your legs.

You’d be a liar if you said you didn’t love having him hug you like this.

Your hand cards through his pink locks, playing with his hair as you enjoy the sound of his soft breathing, adoring the way that it synced with yours.

This will be absolute hell when he wakes up. But for now, you can let yourself indulge in a little bit of paradise.

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What time is it? Wait, what day is it? Itadori’s mind pesters him with questions just as he starts to really wake up for the day. He didn’t count that whole 6 am ordeal. I mean, he was barely awake for more than a few minutes, and didn’t really remember what all he did.

Yeah, wait. What happened at 6 am again?

Eyes flitting open, he processes the soft fabric pressed against his cheek, listening the shallow breathing as his head moves up and down at the same rate. He picks his head up and is given a shocking reminder when he’s met with the (pleasant) sight of you underneath him, sleeping peacefully.

Was he sleeping, on your stomach? Oh no no no no-

Okay, cuddling you normally was one thing, but this? This is... is...so close! There’s no excuse I could make for getting you in that position. How would he explain this?

More importantly, how would he explain this without exposing his crush on you?

He doesn’t have enough time to come with an answer before he sees you stir, stretching and breathing heavily as you wake up (for what he assumes is the first time all morning).

Instinctually, he flails and throws himself off the bed, making a loud thud as his body hits the wooden floor.

At the sound, you lurch up, turning to find the source of the sound, worry painted on your face as you lean over the bed to check on him.

“Itadori-kun, are you okay?”

He takes a few moments to regain his own composure, processing what he just did. Slowly, he responds, “Yeah, I’m uh, I’m oka-”

A series of knocks against Itadori’s door cuts him off, both your heads swiveling to stare at the door.

“Itadori, are you okay? I heard a loud noise.” Megumi’s voice is muffled by the door, but clear enough for both Itadori and you to panic.

Well shit. Things seem to have just gotten a lot more complicated.

A/N: I loved writing this.

- Itadori is a restless sleeper who changes positions a million times. Change my mind.

- lemme know if anyone wants another part! I wrote the cliffhanger intentionally lol.

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Prince Aemond, your Aemond

Pairing: Aemond x Reader;

Warnings: none;

Author’s Note: some fun thoughts about Aemond being in love with you; this was for a request I accidentally deleted LMAO - please send me more tho, I live for writing them :D

Aemond, who has had a crush on you since you two were children. He paid attention to everything you took an interest in, and made it a point to learn interesting facts about those things, so he can woo you in his own way.

Aemond, who only waltzes with you at balls and name days. For you, he takes dancing and etiquette lessons and treats them just as seriously as his sword-playing;

Aemond, who is somehow always there for you - sitting next to you at supper, guarding you silently as you read in the library;

Aemond, who lets his hand graze yours from time to time, as you walk side by side through the opulent gardens - the impropriety of it all!

Aemond, who so rarely smiles, but is always wearing a calm and content expression when you happen to be around;

Aemond, who allows himself to be vulnerable around you and shows you his sapphire eye for the first time, his hand shaking and brows twisted in painful anticipation for your horrified reaction;

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Would love more headcannons for the Yule Ball fic. Second I need part three of the Yule Ball fic and Aemond realizing he fucked up big time trying to say it's not what it looked like (when it was).

Thank you so much for the ask ^^ more Yule Ball headcanons coming right up! As for part 3 of the series, it should be out next week, or the week after that! Haha, we'll for sure make Aemond sweat a little bit :"))

Headcanons for the HotD!Main Three

(part 2)

Pairings: Jacaerys x Reader, Aemond x Reader, Aegon x Reader;

Warnings: none, this is literally fluff;

Author's Note: As always, we pick up from where we left off - the much anticipated 5th year, that breaks both friendships and hearts alike!

Men Will Have Nothing But The Audacity:

☆ Aemond Targaryen ☆

The beginning of your 5th year at Hogwarts goes on as expected, with the two of you still glued to each other's hip;

Then Aemond decides to start taking more extra classes;

And more extra classes;

And more;

But it's fine, right? You guys will still share Potions, DADA, Herbology, History of Magic... so on and so forth!

Wrong.

As it always happens between two idiots in love, each of you excels in different areas of study, and your 5th year allows you to take more advanced versions of the same class, based on test results and attendance;

Aemond opts for Advanced History of Magic, Arithmancy, Charms and Advanced Potions (same as another strong witch, who's been eyeing him since the end of your 4th year);

You still share Charms and, for a while, try with Potions as well. But that doesn't work out for you;

Aemond is fantastic at it, and you feel as if you keep dragging him down, and frustrate him with your endless questions on homework (and less than stellar perception on the projects you do together);

So you withdraw from Advanced Potions, much to Alys' delight and Aemond's dismay;

Your schedules become so different, that it gets to the point where you guys have a hard time still seeing each other throughout the day;

You make a pact to always meet up at the entrance to your Common Room, to walk to the Great Hall together;

And also make it so you sit next to each other at breakfast, lunch and dinner;

Because Aemond hates the Gryffindor table, you usually give in and dine with the Slytherins;

5th year is a damn good year for Aemond - long gone is the awkward and lanky boy that couldn't stand up for himself;

He becomes wildly popular among all Slytherins - he demands respect in a way you haven't seen before, with his straight posture, chiseled face and silky long hair;

More and more girls try to start conversations with him, but he ignores all of them in favour for you;

When you chastise him for being rude to his housemates, he lowers his eyes and looks almost a bit... disappointed that you would encourage him to talk to other people - to other girls;

"I've enough time to see their insufferable faces in class. ... I can only see you now."

"Haha, I just hope my face is more bearable, then!"

"... You're beautiful. Don't ever doubt that"

He coughs in the back of his hand and resumes his eating with a small blush on his face;

He goes through the same Amorentia experience as Jacaerys - and has to lie on the spot about what it smells like to him LMAO;

(Y/N)'s perfume...? Nah, it's totally fresh mint and old books;

Not vanilla. Or fresh snow. Or nutmeg. Or happiness and sunshines.

IT REALLY DOESN'T STOP LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT;

When his birthday rolls around, his family sends for him to spend it with them, but he refuses, just so he can stay with you;

You sneak outside the castle through a secret passage and go to Hogsmeade together;

And have a battle to the death over who gets to the check first (it must be a birthday miracle, because somehow you manage to pay for the food);

Aemond slips all the money back into the pocket of your trench-coat when you leave, unfortunately, so really, you didn't win;

You'll get him next time.

Near the end of the day, you take him down to the Kitchens and jump on his back to cover his good eye;

You have that lil Ratatouille moment, where you just pull him by the hair to go from left to right;

Oh, this definitely doesn't awaken anything in him btw;

Nothing at all;

Anyway, once you get there, you're greeted by pure darkness;

Until a loud "lumos maxima" is heard, and you yell out a jazzy "SURPRISE" to him;

Aemond doesn't like parties. Or big events. Or crowded rooms etc.

So you only invite Aegon, Helaena and his Quidditch team over;

You and Helaena take care of everything - from the balloons, to the banner and cake;

Aemond is grateful, but he'd much rather have spent the whole day only with you;

Still, your gifts for him leave him speechless: besides a new eyepatch, which you've manually crafted yourself, you gave him a hefty collection of hardcover, SIGNED copies of his favourite history books and a small ticket with your handwriting on it;

"One free wish of your choice (Expiry date: NEVER)"

Gods, he really wants to use it to kiss you;

He's really thinking about it;

But he chickens out on the thought very quickly - you're his best friend, his only friend, and he loves you too much to lose you to a stupid attempt to become something bigger;

But now it's clear he has to one-up you on your birthday, right?

He pulls some strings with the Headmaster and LITERALLY GETS YOU TWO OUT OF SCHOOL FOR 3 DAYS??

God damn you're lucky, he spares no expense and it makes you feel sO BAD IN SUCH A GOOD WAY;

He takes you to one of his family's mansions in London, and you spend the whole weekend together;

He takes you out to a five star Michelin restaurant for the 1st night, and oh my God they literally have ivory and 24k gold plates it makes you SICK;

... You don't look at the check. Your heart can't stand it;

On the second night you spend together, he cooks for you himself and makes the most mouth-watering-toe-curling-deliciously-wicked meal you've ever had in your entire life;

And he looks damn good doing it, too, with his sleeves rolled back and his veins shifting on his hand whenever he made a move;

It's very romantic and you catch yourself thinking that he might just like you too - somewhere into the meal, you're both building up courage to just confess already;

Aemond looks at you deeply in the eyes, and tentatively places a hand over yours. He swallows thickly when he notices how his palm engulfed yours whole;

He opens his mouth to speak, but suddenly someone barges in;

"BABY BROTHER! And hello, beautiful!" Aegon whistles lowly;

"What are you doing here." Aemond assertively demands, now more frustrated than he's ever been his entire life. "You were supposed to be here tomorrow."

"Ah, well, you know me!" Aegon shrugs, "Can't stay away from a good party after all!"

Aemond just lets out a deep growl, and begrudgingly lets go of your hand;

Turns out, your third night at the Targaryen mansion was supposed end with a surprise party, much like you did with Aemond's birthday;

Although it wasn't much of a surprise anymore, the party was still beautiful, and, at the end of the night, Aemond got you a delicate ring, with a faceted sapphire placed in the middle;

"I hope it's to your liking."

"Are you kidding me? Merlin's beard, Aemond...!"

Bonus: During your second year, you ran your hand through Aemond's hair and mused he has the most beautiful hair you've ever seen - from that moment on, he never cut his hair again;

♡ Jacaerys Velaryon (Strong) ♡

Aemond being busy with his advanced classes gives you and Jace the perfect opportunity to become really close friends;

If you thought you saw him enough everyday with with your shared Quidditch practice and identical schedules, you haven't seen anything yet;

The only class you two don't share in your 5th year is Advanced Charms - other than that, you're promptly sitting next to him everyday of the week, no questions asked!

If you thought Aemond is popular with the ladies, you haven't seen anything yet: Jace gets more breath taking with each summer that goes by;

He has a flock of fangirls that squeal whenever he leans back in his chair in class, or lowers his head to eat;

Unlike Aemond, Jace is always going to be a chivalrous gentleman, so he can't find it in him to just ignore them;

He'll take shy pictures with them, and sign their ties with his autograph if they insist on it;

But he'll ALWAYS include you in their convesation - always;

Those poor girls are so annoyed, they ask him something specifically, and Jace just deflects the whole affair by asking your thoughts on the matter;

"So, Jacaerys, are you training hard for the next Quidditch match?"

"Oh, I don't really know - what do you think, (Y/N)? Are we training to our full potential?"

"So, Jace, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Oh, I don't know about that... (Y/N), do I have a girlfriend?"

You tease him for his army of girls endlessly;

He lets you do that to your heart's content, because it makes you laugh and he loves to see you laugh;

Since his epiphany back in 4th year, Jace flirts with you HARD;

It's still very respectful flirting - just like he is -, and he pays very much attention to how you react to his little jokes and compliments, as to not make you uncomfortable;

After he bought that phone to talk to you during that summer break he and his family spent in Denmark, Jace got addicted to all things muggles make;

He 1000% plays video games and is fascinated with anything that phones can do;

Not only does he have the latest model of all things electronic, he convinced his whole family to get iphones - except for his little brothers, Joffrey, Aegon and Viserys, because he read somewhere that phones can stunt emotional growth and exude radiations that are dangerous to small kids;

Once again, Jace is perfect!!

In case you needed the confirmation for that;

Speaking of his phone, Jace's background is with you, smiling sweetly at him during a trip at the beach ya'll took at the end of your 4th year at Hogwarts;

He has Spotify Premium, YouTube Premium, everything premium - and he bought all the subscriptions for you as well;

He has three Spotify Playlists dedicated to you;

Luke cracked into his account and laughed for 2 hours at that;

The titles read out: "Queen of my Heart", "It Hurts so Good to Love You", "One day I'll Marry You";

He made you an extra one for your birthday, and yes, ALL the songs have subliminal meanings behind them;

Speaking of birthday gifts, he bought you the latest model of the Nimbus brand of broomsticks and gave you a very important bracelet - a magical family heirloom, that glows brilliant rays of light when you're in the dark, and produces music THAT MATCHES YOUR CURRENT EMOTION when you shake your wrist about;

These damn rich pure-bloods...

They're too good at giving gifts and making you feel special;

When you found out that the bracelet was something so important to him and his family, you wanted to give it back;

But Jace wouldn't have it, and assured you that his mother gave it to him to do whatever he pleased with it;

What Jacaerys failed to mention is that the heirloom was used by more than 3 generations as a symbol of replacement for an engagement ring;

It just slipped his mind, really (not);

Don't think too much about it;

You didn't relent, however, and just decided to give him a new bracelet of his own - one that he couldn't refuse;

So you braided him a friendship bracelet;

Yeah, you heard me;

You wanted to make a light-hearted joke out of it, but Jace REALLY REALLY appreciated it;

He wears it ALL THE TIME;

From the moment he got it from you, he never took it off;

This boy showers with it;

Sleeps with it;

He takes such good care of it, so that your work doesn't ever come undone;

Aegon is really jealous of that particular friendship band, and constantly bugs you to make him one too;

"When am I gonna get one of those?"

"Never, Aegon."

"PLEASE"

"No way."

Oh, and remember how Jace's position is chaser in your Quidditch team?

He takes his shirt off during practice.

Okay, it's a bit much, but he is DESPERATE AND THRISTY FOR YOU, GIVE HIM A CHANCE;

He blames it on the fact that the effort makes him sweat so much, he doesn't want to ruin a good shirt;

LIES.

Everybody knows he does it for you, but you just think it's fan service for his fangirls;

So, naturally, you tease the shit out of him - looking respectfully, though;

HE IS RIPPED;

Like really, really ripped;

It makes you feel creepy to be ogling him like that, but you're just a hormonal teen too, you can't help it;

Jacaerys may seem like a good guy, but he's far from it. He has a very dark secret that no one else knows...

He does underground trading with the cards he gets from all his chocolate frogs;

DO NOT LAUGH AT HIM HE HAS EVERYONE EXCEPT FOR A GODRIC GRYFFINDOR;

It's quite ironic, really;

He tried to make everyone trade with him, but no one will accept to do that;

It's not as if the founder of house Gryffindor is a rare card - far from it;

But everyone thinks it's too funny to see Jace despair like that;

So it's pretty much a staple rule among the Gryffindors to not trade with him, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES;

During your second Quidditch match of the term, you get pretty roughed up by the Slytherin seeker - you can bet your sweet ass that Jace is there by your side IN SECONDS, peeling the equally stunned Slytherin off you and giving him a rough piece of his mind;

Aegon lowkey joins the chaos as well, yelling at the shivering boy that he'll get an owl from his lawyer to answer for his heinous crime;

Normally, you would find this amusing, were it not for the pain in your wrist and instant migrane;

All three boys end up taking you to the Infirmary and stand by your bedside until your wrist is all wrapped up, and you're okay to leave;

While your wrist was healing, Jace was the one to write down all your notes and homework in order to help you;

Jacaerys is not the most academically inclined person - during his 3d and 4th year, he greatly struggled with Charms and Transfiguration, but that is definitely not the case anymore;

Still, both subjects fall under your area of expertize, and since he's so whipped for you...

Yes, okay, Jacaerys Velaryon pretends he's shit at both so he can get you alone in the library to study together;

It's his main way of flirting - and it's lowkey kinda cute;

Bonus: Jace is the epidome of malewife: he'll cook you muffins from scratch to thank you for whenever you make time to "help" him with his specific problems;

☆ Aegon Targaryen ☆

Another one that flirts relentlessly with you;

Has so much tension with his brother because of it, it's not even funny;

HE WILL LITERALLY PAY YOU FOR A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE HIM ONE;

He got so high once, he confused you with Jennifer Lawrence and started talking about you to you;

It was really funny;

He eventually hit his head while walking up the stairs that day, and ended up in the West Wing for a whole week with a concussion;

You visit him a lot during that time, and try to make sure he's okay;

But he's on a lot of painkillers during the first day, so he doesn't even know who he really is;

"Please take your hands off me, I only let (Y/N) do that...!"

"I am (Y/N)."

*heartbeat accelerates* "W-Well hello there!"

Aegon is such a jealous guy, and makes it everyone's problem;

"So, you were getting cozy with Jace this morning..."

"Huh? Why do you care?"

"I mean, I don't. It's just, I didn't know you liked them stupid and ugly."

He's 1000% serious and invested in you, even if no one believes that, but he still flirts with other girls 24/7 when you aren't around;

"Like you just look mad good, like you're mad fine."

"Oh, thank you! I really appreciate it!"

"Like why are you single? You need a boyfriend already."

"Oh my God, thank you, thank you! So you like me, like you wanna be together?"

"I ain't never said that, you will never hear me say that, so I dunno where you're getting that from cuzitwasntfromme-" The moment you walked in;

Plays 21 quesstions with you after you two had a deep discussion about life and not really knowing what you want to be in the future;

You ask him what his favourite colour is and he immediately asks the colour of your nipples;

Yeah.

You heard that right.

IT'S TRUE;

Absolutely loves muggle games, much to his family's dismay;

His favourite are games that involve answering questions and stripping, let's be honest;

Has a tattoo on his back and one on his hand - he eventually wants a sleeve but says the ones he already got hurt too much and maybe he should just stop there;

You call him a lil pussy;

He gets DEFENSIVE and swears to get a tattoo of your face on his butt;

YOU BEG HIM NOT TO;

Usually his threats don't scare you, but he has that crazy look in his eyes;

Sexual jokes and tension 24/7 with the two of you;

HE WILL MAKE ANYTHING THAT YOU DO SEXUAL;

He got jealous that you're always studying with Jace and offers to help you with Herbology;

And then he loses his shit in his dorm because HE ISN'T GOOD AT HERBOLOGY WHY DID HE HAVE TO OPEN HIS MOUTH;

He has a shrew as a Patronus;

But when he falls in love with you, he's the only one between the three who actually falls so wholly, that the manifestation of his Patronus turns to yours;

His happiest memory isn't even a real memory: it's based on a dream he had that you two had sex;

Well... you do what you gotta do.

Got you a 200 year old red wine for your birthday, but he ended up drinking almost all of it by himself on his ride to crash your lil get together with Aemond;

And no, he will not apologise for it - he's very proud of himself;

Asks you out like once a week, but you always laugh and brush him off;

Bonus: Aegon spent his New Years' stuck with his family, and the only thing that stopped him from rage-quitting was texting you under the table;

Hey bestie! How do you think hw aemond, jace and hogwarts aemond,jace, and aegon would be with reader who gets horrible menstrual cramps? And weird food cravings too if you can (I just smeared some tomate paste on a rice cake after spending some time in fetal position thanks to my cramps). Feel free to add any other character you like. I'd love see your thoughts on this. Thanks in advance 💙 Love you

The Five Boyfriends - Collect Them All

Pairings: Jacaerys x Reader, Aemond x Reader (bookcanon and showcanon), Aegon x Reader;

Warnings: None! This is very much crackfic material

Author's Note: I hope you're feeling better and aren't cramping too much, Heart Nonny! Please have some fun headcanons in these trying times <33

For the sake of this post, you're in an etablished relationship with all of them, okay? Okay.

The "Harshest Winters" Gang:

☆ Jacaerys Velaryon (Strong) ☆

He would 100% join you in your insanity when it comes to weird food combinations

HE'S LITERALLY SO SO ATTENTIVE

Jace would do anything to ensure you're comfortable.

You need to lay down? Let him bring you some more pillows--

You need more pelts so you get warmer? He's already on it.

If you tell him you're in pain due to your cramps, he highkey panics like no tomorrow

HE IS NOT EQUIPPED FOR THAT, OKAY? HE HAS 4 YOUNGER BROTHERS, HOW COULD HE KNOW WHAT THAT ENTAILS FOR YOUR HEALTH AND HAPPINESS

Calls seven maesters in before you can even tell him your discomfort is not life and death related;

They end up giving you something to aid your heavy flow, though, so it's not all that bad.

"I love you so, so much, my sweet love. I just want you to know that."

"Jace, calm down, I'm not dying."

Will keep a hand over your lower abdomen and gently apply pressure to take the edge off your pain;

His skin is literally burning up all the time (a Prince of the "blood of the dragon", indeed), and he gives the best hugs in the Seven Kingdoms.

Feel free to use him as your personal radiator any day at any time!

Will drop anything to stay in bed with you, and will encourage you to just relax while he does all the work.

He'll nonchalantly ask his mother tips on things he can do for you while you're going through your monthly cycle.

1000/10 he broke the wholesome scale long ago.

"I could never imagine going through such a thing. And every month...? I know lords who faint at the sight of a small cut - you must be the bravest person I know, my love."

Stan Jace he just loves you so much and he will do anything for you, even if you don't ask him to.

☆ Aemond Targaryen ☆

I hope you like period sex 😍😚

No. I'm not joking.

He read ten books on the subject of female anatomy, and each recommends sex as a way "to ease the maiden's pain"

He lays the question as something that would just help you feel better

But let's face it

This mf is gross and would have you 24/7, no matter the state you're in

Just tell him he can have sex with you and he's up and ready to go

Please???

Please tell him you want to have sex with him.

Would still eat you out

1000%

Even if you're against the idea, did you hear him stutter???

"You know better than anyone else how much blood I've seen throughout my life. I won't faint at the sight of yours. So just lay down and let me take care of it."

"Nope. No way."

Homeboy is flabbergasted when he sees you eat your corn bread with bitter wine and mustard.

He still supports you, although he greatly encourages you to not try anything too weird, so that your stomach pains don't become worse.

He gets really pissy if you ignore his advice.

But he'll just whisk your hair away from your face as you eat, and gently caress your skin.

He made the mistake to argue with you while you were on your period once, and he instantly regretted it.

Never again, he learnt his lesson.

If you're clingy with him during your monthly blood flow, Aemond will drop everything just to stay in bed with you.

He's an attention whore, and just wants you all to himself.

Your period is his excuse to keep you attached to his hip, and ignore all his royal duties to take care of you.

"Just so you know... If you were swelling with my child, you woudn't have to go through this."

The HotD Main Three:

☆ Jacaerys Velaryon ☆

Jace is an absolute sweetheart, in any universe I insert him in;

Much of his behaviour with you will be the same as his HW counterpart;

He will skip class with you, so that you may relax in his dorm, no questions asked.

He puts some elevator music on his IPhone while you guys chill in bed;

Gets you some of those nifty magical pills that subdue your cramps and give you a lot of energy to start your day right.

You have any cravings?? ALRIGHT BET

He sneaks into the Kitchens and makes you whatever you want;

Homeboy's a chef - he will bibbidi bobbidi boo you anything, just say the word.

Hypes you tf up and tells you you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, if you feel bloated or uncomfortable in your skin.

Once again, you can't go wrong by choosing Jace.

☆ Aemond Targaryen ☆

Because you guys don't get to see each other much throughout the day (different schedules and all that jazz), Aemond sort of figures out you're on your monthly cycle when he escorts you from your Dorm to the Great Hall.

You don't look bad, or behave any differently - but your expression slightly changes while you guys descend the stairs.

And he instantly knows you're hurting somewhere.

He questions you sharply on your current state and doesn't falther even once.

"Aemond, relax, I'm just on my... thing, you know?"

"Thing?"

"... My period."

"... Oh."

He carries you down the stairs (he won't accept a no for an answer), and constantly asks if he can do anything else for you.

His momma raised him right, and he has an older sister - unlike Jace, he knows exactly what he's doing, and revels in showing you that.

Can you see? Can you see how good he's being for you???

Doesn't that make you think he'd be the perfect husband for you?

Cough cough

Lowkey gets overprotective of you and keeps a hand over yours the whole night.

He gives a lot of nasty stares to any student who eyes you funny while you're doing your lil food combos;

If you offer to make him the same thing you're eating, he's accept without a second thought.

Even if the food is TERRIBLE, he'll put on the best mf performance of his life to make you feel good.

"This is really good."

"Really?? Would you like one more slice?"

"... Sure. I'd love one more."

... Fun fact: Hogwarts!Aemond has a very sensitive stomach.

By the time he reached his dorm with his usual large steps and impassive expression, the green of his tie matched the hue on his face.

He's a simp tho

So he'd do it all over again, if it meant seeing you so happy

☆ Aegon Targaryen ☆

You're on your period? :D

So you can have unprotected sex with him, is what he's hearing

No? That's not what it means????

OH COME ON MAN

Many many many bad jokes

He won't stop making them, no matter how many times you tell him to chill

"I'd dip my fry into your ketchup packet."

"OH MY GOD-"

Side eye

SIDE MF EYE

He gives you many stupid pet names that make you want to roll your eyes at him, but that end up making you laugh instead;

They include: "my lil red tube paint", "my lil arts and crafts project", "my squishy jelly filled doughnut" etc.

Aegon is a foodie, and his dorm is perfectly placed for certain nightly escapades.

He'll break into the Kitchens with you at midnight, and make as many food combos with you as you'd like;

If you feel like skipping class, he'll stay in with you lmao

But tbh he skips class almost every day, so is your period really the reason he dipped on Herbology?