Could You Do Fluff With Aemond And Female Reader??

Could you do fluff with Aemond and female Reader??

They're in arranged engagement and he feels insecure about his eye and look so she comforts him? 🥹❤️❤️

No Matter What

You sat in the middle of your mother and father as you rode to the Red Keep. Your dress felt as if it was suffocating you, your hair was too tight, your shoes were as well. Everything was too much.

You were sitting in your bed chambers, sat idly by the window with a hefty book in your lap, “The Conqueror” it was named. You were reading it after a maiden had recommended it to you the other day as she helped you dress. Your mother entered the room, hands clasped firmly in front of her, a glimmer of sadness in her eye.

“Mother? What is wrong? Has something happened to father?” You asked worriedly, she shook her head. “No my dear child. Your father is fine, his journey home was nothing if not delightful. You are young, and still unwed. When your father went to the Red Keep it seems they knew that too.” You started to cry, “You said you w-wouldn’t.” Your mother hugged you, “I know my love. I know.” You stayed like so for hours.

She soothed you as best she could, knowing what it felt to be married of to someone you didn’t know. “Who?” Your mothers head tilted to the side in surprise. “Aemond.”

As you came to a halt you breathed in, for you had no idea what was waiting for you inside those halls.

You settled in rather quickly as you didn’t have time to slow down. You had over 100x the maids and servants you had at your own castle. Every girl seemed so eager to please Prince Aemonds wife, to be her friend, her dresser, her confidante. Everyone was practically bending over backwards to please you, for they never wished to be on your husbands bad side.

You were wearing a gorgeous emerald coloured dress with matching jewellery. Your hair was pinned up high with two strands braided on either side of your face. You had never felt so, gorgeous.

“Princess.” You turned around and were greeted with a silver haired man. “Uhm, forgive me, I do not seem to know your name.” He smirked, “You’re pardoned. Prince Aegon.” Your face went flush, “Forgive me my Prince.” He walked over with a slight sway, suggesting his drinking habits were in effect.

“You’re quite a pretty thing are you not?” He asked smiling again. “I- I need to get read-” The opening of your chambers doors distract you from the extremely touchy Targaryen in front of you, only to be met with another.

“Aemond.”

“Aegon.”

“I was just-” Aemond strode over and clasped Aegons shoulders, “Talking to my wife in closed quarters? Our closed quarters?”

Aemond led Aegon outside swiftly whilst his brother pleaded, if there was one thing Aegon knew to do besides drink and fuck? It was to not get Aemond angry. “Once you’re finished Ser Erryk will take you to the hall. He is your sworn protector. Understood?”

You nodded instantly, eliciting a slight smile from him as he turned around and left. You had no clue what to think. One second he’s protecting you from his hungry brother the next he’s cold and leaves you alone rather than escorting you yourself. You shook it all off, looking at the mirror one last time before calling in Ser Erryk.

As the two of you bonded whilst making your way towards the hall you couldn’t help but worry. What if your marriage was cold? Distant? If you were stripped and bonded to a birthing bed for the rest of your young years before being confined to the Red Keep. What if you never saw your family again?

Would Aemond be so cruel?

The tension at dinner didn’t help either. You could feel Aemond staring at you, as well as Aegon. But it wasn’t just them. Rhaenyra Targaryen and her family were at dinner as well. Daemon was nice enough to toast to you. As the night went off you felt yourself get more comfortable over time.

You were seated opposite from Rhaena and Lucerys. The young boy wouldn’t stop looking at you. The reason being you had stopped Aemond from speaking further ill of him and his brothers. Aemond did not like it one bit. As much as he wanted to listen to you he did not like to lose. And he was not going to lose you to his bastard nephews.

After Helaena and her speech your heart had saddened, the idea of her being so miserable and Aegon only paying attention when he wanted something broke your heart. And you had loved Helaena and her company once you met her.

You got up swiftly to go and join her but Jacearys had risen from his seat with his glass. A toast.

“To our Dear Y/n, I hope your wedding is nowhere near as miserable as Aegons. I feel horrible for you, having to wake up everyday and see Aemonds face. And Helaena, you will always deserve better.”

Aegon got up and slammed his fist into Jaces face as Aemond went after Lucerys. The four of them ended up on the floor, at one point switching from brother to brother. Luke and Jace got punches in too but they were all separated.

You sat on the bed, changed from your dress from before. Aemond strode in after a while, more so hours but who were you to judge? He had been practicing with Ser Criston Cole, gods know why.

“Why were you training so late?”

“Is it really any of your business?”

“No but I, I was just wondering.”

He scoffed and turned away from you, beginning to change. You settled into bed and tried to sleep but the dinner was still on your mind.

“Why did you do it?” Aemond turned over towards you, “Do what?” “Attack your nephews. The dinner was going so well until you decided to jab at them and question their legitimacy. Is that not treason?” Aemond scoffed again, “I’m a Prince, a real Targaryen Prince, I may do as I like.”

“Yes of course.” You answered back not wanting to incite an argument.

You were on the cusp of sleep when you heard a mumble. “Hm?” Aemond shot up, “You heard me?” You rolled over to him and got up as well facing towards him. “Not entirely. What did you say?”

“Because of you.” You tilted your head as your mother always does, “Whatever do you mean my Prince?” His eye burned into yours, “Because of you. I attacked those with disgusting perversions of my family because they wouldn’t stop looking at you. Talking to you. They were taking you away from me.”

The last part wasn’t as clear as the rest but you heard it, “My Prince-” “Aemond.” “I beg your pardon?” “Call me Aemond dear wife.” You smiled at the notion, “Aemond, no one could steal me from you.” He looked at you again, gaze rising from the bed, “Truly?” You leaned in and kissed his cheek, near his scar which caused him to pull back.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, “Nothing, go to bed.” He had just began to open up to you and you were not losing progress now. “Aemond. Do not shut me out so soon. Please. Do you not trust me? Is that why you still cover your eye in front of me?”

“Do not. Do not put words in my mouth.” You softly turned his face to you, “I am not my love. I wish to know you better, we are husband and wife. We should know more about each other. Secrets. Hobbies, everything and anything. And if you do not wish to divulge that so soon that is okay. But please, trust me with this.”

“I trust you.” You smiled, “Why do you keep your patch?” His hand laid over yours, “I do not wish to scare you my love.” You frowned, “Your scars do not scare me Aemond. Not at all. They make you special, even more special then being a Targaryen. Never feel ashamed of anything with me, nor hide things as simple as scars. I am your wife, and I am to stand with you, no matter what.”

With that he kissed you sweetly and the two of you went to bed with heavy hearts and minds.

Perhaps your marriage was starting to warm up.

after one fic on the crows i got about 11 rq so i’ll get through them slowly 🫡

— GAME OF THRONES

ROBB STARK

— the last one standing

— see you again pt 2

summary: the one where you’re set to marry your younger brother, aemond. and the night beforehand you run away, a last moment of freedom before your life is gone. but end up in a not-so foreign land where you discover the ending of the House of the Dragon. and maybe fall in love along the way.

JON SNOW

— coming soon

JAMIE LANNISTER

— coming soon

VISERYS TARGARYEN III

— coming soon

OBERYN MARTELL

— coming soon

DAENYRS TARGARYEN

— coming soon

— SIX OF CROWS

KAZ BREKKER

— baby steps

summary: kaz and jes learn to deal with a partner with an aversion to being touched for long periods of time.

JESPER FAHEY

— baby steps

summary: kaz and jes learn to deal with a partner with an aversion to being touched for long periods of time.

— stormy days and warm beds (req)

summary: you’re missing jes whilst he’s away and his bed is extremely warm and inviting, turns out he’s come home early.

WYLAN VAN ECK

— coming soon!

MATTHIAS HELVAR

— coming soon!

ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA

— coming soon!

NIKOLAI LANTSOV

— coming soon!

SIX OF CROWS

— little crow

summary: the crows take you in from the streets and when you’re taken, kaz brekker comes to ground breaking realisation, he loves you like a daughter.

six of crows x child!reader

— teenage scare - pt 2 to little crow

summary: y/n is going through her younger teenage years and is just as mean and sulky as her favourite crow kaz. but he has her realise just how much she’s changed.

— where’d all the time go? - pt 3 to little crow

summary: as a certain sixteen year old boy made his way into your heart, kaz’s eyes bore into his head.

Kaz x Jesper x reader that doesn’t like being touched for long periods of time

Baby Steps

kaz x fem!reader x jesper

warnings: touch aversion, comfort?

a/n: i didn’t really know how to put this into a story so i decided to do headcannons, im sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind!

- There would be so much understanding from both of them in my opinion.

- Since Kaz himself has a strong aversion to touch he wouldn’t even be approaching you with touch anyway.

- Kaz would 100% be dumbfounded.

- He’d never encountered someone who shared his condition and he’d silently appreciate the fact that you’d never expect him to work on his aversion in order to be with you. That you’d never pressure him into anything or expect a lot in terms of physical intimacy.

- But you both shared the frustrations.

- When the other person is looking absolutely gorgeous beyond words and all you want to do is hug them, to play with their hair, kiss them etc. Having a hollow feeling inside when Jesper would be so overly affectionate when around everyone else but feel like he had to change how he acted when it came to the two of you.

- You never wanted him to change. Neither did Kaz. As much as he acts as if Jespers over the top self annoyed him, he more so envied him. Jesper never has to worry, he doesn’t need stupid gloves every day to keep him calm. He can drink and eat anything without feeling like the world is crushing down on him.

- He doesn’t look in the mirror and loathe.

- But what he hates most of all is that he can touch you. And Kaz can’t.

- You hadn’t had a traumatic background that had scarred you to the point of aversion and panic attacks.

- At times touch just became too much. Your senses would feel as if they were on fire. Like anything touching you felt as if bugs were crawling all over you. You could handle smaller things in smaller batches.

- It was nowhere near as intense as Kaz but it happened usually during the day. You’d be holding hands with Jesper and you’d suddenly drop his hand and walk with distance between the two of you.

- During the start of your relationship you hadn’t told either of them.

- So imagine Jespers surprise when you swatted his hand away whilst the three of you were in Kaz’s office.

-

“What was that for!” Jesper yelled as he cradled his hand. You frowned, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” Jesper tilted his head, “Is this for eating your chicken last night? I am sorry you know, but it smelt, amazing.” He dragged out.

“No that’s- you ate my food? I blamed Matthias! Poor guy was as red as the blood on Kaz’s cane.”

Kaz glimpsed down at his cane, he cleaned it everyday, not a speck of blood, poor analogy.

“It’s just, sometimes when I’m being touched, I have to pull away. I don’t know how to explain it but I just, sometimes it’s too much and I can’t handle it. I’m sorry if that disappoints you-”

“Don’t apologise for it. I don’t.”

You smiled gratefully at Kaz as he made eye contact with you. Jesper rested his hand by yours on the desk, “You don’t have to force anything. If you feel like pulling away, pull away. Thank you for telling us, I promise you don’t have to. Not like Kaz makes any effort to touch me, it’s been a long time.”

“Say one more word and I’ll tell her about Milo.”

Jesper gasped as he brought his hand to his heart, “I’m proud of Milo. Whatever makes you think I wouldn’t tell anyone about my baby?”

“Who’s Milo?”

“Milo is Jes’s-”

Jesper shot up from his seat and pointed accusingly at Kaz.

“Don’t you dare!”

-

As frustrating it was for Jesper to have not one, but two partners with aversions he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He loved you both and you’d work on your barriers together,

Baby Steps.

Omg I love hotd will you do “I’m going bro keep you safe” + daemon? Thank you & happy valentines 💘

(i’m assuming you meant i’m going to keep you safe) this is going more so by the books

Reader is Daemons sister - I used a online Valyrian translator I pray it’s right

Warning: targcest, screaming, crying, death tbh but also fluff, comfort and kisses

All for you

Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

The message in front of you had stopped your world.

Jacearys was dead.

You had no clue how, but it was written clear as day. You chalked it up to a revenge plan courtesy of Rhaenyra. You felt horrid. Helaena had no part in this fight, nor did her children. Yet they had paid for Aemonds problems.

You were already on edge when you had learned of your nephew Luke’s passing already had you on edge but this?

This was not good.

Rage and hatred, blood and fire. The words that you had uttered all those years ago in the middle of family dinner. The words that Helaena had never heard yet repeated daily. It was all true.

You sobbed whilst clutching the message. You weren’t scared for yourself entirely. Your family. Your sister and nephews and your husband whom you hadn’t noticed had entered your shared bed chambers.

“Issa jorrāelagon, skoros iksos pirta?”

My love, what is wrong?

He slowly approached you as he ushered the maids out of the room, “Ivestragon issa ābrazȳrys, skoros emagon vēttan ao mundagon ao? Gaomagon nyke jorrāelagon naejot rip hen someone’s ēngos?”

Tell me wife, what has made you sad? Do I need to rip out someone’s tongue?

You raised the message and he took it from your hands. His expression slowly changed, “Why do you cry for a child you never met? I understand he is, was family but their bitch of grandmother always made excuses for it.”

“I’m upset by his passing yes. He was a mere boy but so was Lucerys. Now we have both lost children, on both sides. This is war.”

He grabbed your hands softly before helping you up from the chair, he angled your head up, eyes meeting his. “And we will fight. With everything we have. The Greens usurped us, the throne is and always rightfully belonging to our dear niece the day our brother named her his heir. That drunkard groomer is no ruler. And we both know it is not a king who sits the Iron Throne these days, it is a snake. For we are true dragons.”

“What if we lose? What will happen to our children, our legacy, us. Our children will be torn from our arms, Maeyra from my womb the second I fall into labour. They would take our Rhaena, our Daemon from their beds. They are but one and eleven. Parade them around as if they were their own, if they are not holding malice towards our sweet, sweet children.

I’m scared Daemon.”

“Then I will keep you safe. Our children safe. I will fight until my last breath rather than kneel to those cunts. Rather drive my own sword through my heart than see our children in shackles or bearing cups as they sit on their asses lounging around. Our children have strength, as do we. We will not kneel. I will do anything for us my love. I would burn Kings Landing to the ground for our family, for you.

All for you.”