Hi Over The Post You Did With The Crows Dealing With A Teenager Could You Do One Where The Crows Are

Hi over the post you did with the crows dealing with a teenager could you do one where the crows are all in their 20s and the reader is sixteen and their reaction to her having a boyfriend?

done!

where’d all the time go?

— 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.

It’s me, hi! I’m the problem, it’s me.

I was the one who asked for the teen!reader x crows and I loved it so much! Ah! You’re amazing and it’s given me some inspiration again 💗💗

stop!! i love your stories, glad i gave you some inspiration <33

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.

the last one standing

pairings: robb stark x fem!targaryen!reader, aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader

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 you’re 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.

warnings: none

a/n: i literally cleaned out my drafts and found the part two of this, just uploaded!!

The fifth moon. The wedding was set in stone and the prospect of marriage loomed over your head everywhere you went. The small folk congratulated you wherever you went. You were known for your own kind nature, connecting with the people of Kings Landing whenever the opportunity showed.

“Y/n the Kind”, or “The Diamond of the Realm”, these were two of many names you’d taken under your wing. When word of your marriage reached the ears of the people of Westeros many people decreed it unlawful, per usual, but most were entirely shocked. Why would such a sweet hearted girl be wed to a cold-hearted man?

Since your early years you managed to gather plenty of suitors. Most started enthralled with the idea of courting, (and eventually marrying) The Diamond of The Realm, but most actually ended up befriended by you. As you liked to point out to your mother as many a chance as you received, “These men come along seeking a wife in me, most end up leaving with a trusted friend. I do not know how exactly, but I suppose my kind nature is so sweet they see me as a confidante, a sister.” Which your mother was not happy to hear, but never questioned you. “Well you wouldn’t exactly scare them away as Rhaenyra tried in her years. Perhaps we need to find someone more durable, strong-headed.”

And that person just so happened to take shape in your younger brother; Aemond.

As children you got along quite well. Helaena and Aegon were always to be set together, as were the two of you; but you were always opposed to the idea. You were 4 years his senior, and had offered the idea of yourself and your twin brother’s marriage. But deep down you knew you wished for anything but, as did Aegon. You weren’t particularly close as children to anyone of your three brothers. Helaena had common interest with you, but you always were closer with Rhanyra’s children, Jace and Luke.

Your relationship was fine, until Laena Velaryon’s passing, and the fight of Prince and Princesses, as you had dubbed it. You had defended Luke’s actions in front of everyone claiming self defence, Alicent was confused, Aegon amused and Aemond disheartened. Was he that annoying? His own sister, nay intended, finds their bastard cousins more so family then himself?

Afterwards you never really interacted with Aemond, he kept to himself, grew and grew, trained and became a man. A Prince. Whilst you learned and taught, drunk your feelings for a period of time with Aegon and drowned in suitors.

As you gazed into the starry night above, you pondered the question which had been running rampant the past few days, would your dear half-sister Nyra and your uncle Daemon, or “Dae” as you said, take you in? Risk a war to keep you from a miserable existence, chained to a child bed, pumping heirs by the second?

You knew they would. As much as they despised the blacks you always felt as if you were one of them. But you could never risk their lives in such reckless ways. You could hear your mother and septa screaming in your head, “How dare you ponder over such treacherous thoughts?” “This is your duty!” “The birthing bed is our battlefield.” Which you had heard from the Queen, although you had heard similar from Nyra.

You needed to clear your head, you figured.

After half an hour of persuading Ser Criston Cole, who was coming to check on you, that is.

Your Nyraxes was asleep, but as you approached her head lifted off the ground, her scales painted a breathtaking dark violet, with dark blue and silver streaks like Dreamfyre. The pair got a long well, you and Helaena always flew together. With the violet came gorgeous amber eyes. She grew incredibly quickly, half of Vhagar’s size at the mere age of 20.

Your siblings always mounted their dragons with saddles, they treated their dragons as that, just dragons. You and Helaena cared for your girls as if they were your children.

You carefully mounted Nyraxes and set off for anywhere but the Red Keep. As you flew with no particular destination in mind you viewed a circular stone arrangement in a valley below. You’d been riding for thirty minutes or so and decided to dive down for a break before returning to your chambers.

Once you landed you soothed Nyraxes, “Gīda ñuha riña, gīda. Ēdrugon lo ao jaelagon ñuha jorrāelagon.”

Calm my girl, calm. Sleep if you wish my love.

The sight was a marvel, these stone statues in the middle were solid, they did not budge in the slightest. Upon gazing the sculptures and stone you felt yourself grow weary, but not before you stumbled across an ornate mirror.

What you didn’t realise was that this mirror was the origin of your tiredness. You felt waves of calm wash over as you slowly drifted into the sleeping realm.

-

The birds you would normally hear in Kings Landing were distant, in the back of your mind. What you did hear was a howling, or was it barking?

“Lady what is it?” Sansa spoke as she chased after her dear Lady. Robb reprimanded her, “Sansa slow down, you’re legs will fall off. And if you return home injured mother will have my head.”

(I’m so sorry for that 😭)

“Yes, I am being careful father.” Sansa mocked. “You think you’re being funny do you? I can make people laugh too Sansa.” Robb teased as he ran after his younger sister, only to look up and find nothing. Not his sister nor her direwolf.

Robb’s brows creased and confused, as was the rest of him. Soon worry triumphed his emotions, “Sansa? Sansa, this is not fun to joke of. Sansa!” He rushed forwards to be face to face with a violet scales dragon, flaring its nostrils whilst its tail wrapped around the shivering body of his mother.

“I thought dragons were supposedly extinct!” Sansa whispered to her brother, careful of her movements since she wasn’t exactly in the mood to get burnt to a crisp. “They most definitely are.” “Then tell me what in the hell is infront of us Robb.”

At the sound of voices your eyes opened, as a wave of cold air smacked you upfront. As you turned you were met with two people, staring directly at you, then Nyraxes, then you, then Nyraxes. The loop continued until you questioned them.

“Who are you?”

“Robb Stark of Winterfell, Eldest son to Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Stark, this is my younger sister, Lady Sansa Stark. And you?” He questioned as he straightened his posture in an attempt of courage infront of the woman and the dragon, mostly the dragon.

“You don’t know who I am?”

“I’m afraid not my Lady.” Robb spoke as he extended his arm out, infront of his sister as a barrier between herself and the dragon.

“Princess Y/n of House Targaryen, your princess, The Diamond of the Realm.”

“Targaryen?”

“That is what I said is it not? Who are you imposters I’ve never heard of Eddard nor Catelyn or the two of you. Where is Cregan Stark?”

“Cregan Stark, my princess, is my ancestor. From many moons ago.”

You looked at him as if he had just slapped you, “How-How many moons would you say?”

“It’s hard to say, people can’t exactly make out an exact year for his death. But I would say perhaps one hundred thirty to fifty. Although I am not the most reliable source Princess.”

You couldn’t hear anything around you.

It’s not possible. How could your life have been so very long ago? Were you still dreaming? Was this a cruel joke Aegon decided to organise for his amusement? Did you die- no. Not possible.

Your surroundings were changing, more so spinning.

“I think she’s awake now. Robb! Jon! Come quick!” The voice was definitely loud, as if you could hear it bouncing off the walls. A young girl perhaps? You heard fast footsteps against the harsh floor, fading away as slower, more intimidating steps made their way towards the room you had been allocated.

You were still so cold. You felt horrible for feeling bad for yourself when Nyraxes was probably freezing!

Nyra. Was she safe? Had she flown to warmer places and was soon to return? Or had she been taken prisoner somehow?

The anxiety and worry had you shooting up out of bed just at the thought of Nyra being in pain, or worse.

“Feeling all right there Princess?”

You looked to the door and saw the same man from before, Robb.

His name was Robb.

As you finally looked at him. His light brown beard, fair skin, divine eyes staring straight at you, his hair looked so very soft. He leaned against the doorway with a smirk on his face as you realised you had been staring, his nickname for you hot on the tip of his tongue.

“Princess? You there? Or do you need more time to stare at me? Because I do not mind it all.” He grinned whilst making his way to you.

In a dark and rainy night, reader and jesper spend time cuddling in bed until next morning. anything for this man because he seems to give the best cuddles 🫣

Stormy Days and Warm Beds

jesper fahey x fem!reader

warnings: none really, bed invasion courtesy of reader, cuddles n kisses?? (hope you like it 🤭) pillow fights, this is so fluffy i love it

You and Jesper had been together for only a few months. You’d been careful at the start since you knew Jesper and his uh, extracurricular activities were a known fact. He was a gorgeous, flirt sharpshooter how could he not be having fun?

You didn’t want to get your hopes up since you knew how your friend was.

But overtime his flirty side seemed to only be on around you, his smile always beamed when directed at you, he’d straighten in his chair when you entered the room and you’d once caught him whining about you being sick since he wanted to take you out to dinner.

You knew he was only yours.

And the two of you were like koalas, always clinging onto each other as if the other was a tree. You’d play with rings in order to calm yourself down sometimes, Jes would play with your hair on the regular, you’d read to him but he’d never pay attention when he was feeling extra affectionate.

Kaz even had to alter the boarding at the Slat since the two of you (Jesper begging him in his office when he had the time) always whined about being so far apart.

So when the two of you were apart, it was dreadful.

Like now, Jesper was currently out scouting with Inej and they had been for over two days. Trying to draw up a definitive schedule of a certain Museum owners daily life. They were far from the Barrel on the opposite side of Ketterdam, night and day, meaning they hadn’t come back at all.

And it was so hard to not try and run over. But Kaz explained, (multiple times since you wouldn’t take no for an answer) too many people would draw attention and you would distract Jesper vice versa.

So you settled for the next best thing, his room.

The bed was warm for some reason, the reason being Jesper had convinced Nina to swap roles with him so he could come home under the false pretence of him being ‘Too beautiful to camp out in such a dump.’

He didn’t want to disturb you so he figured he’d see you in the morning but before he could sleep his hunger became evident, so he’d gone for food downstairs.

The pillow smelt so much like him it was crazy. You’d figured it would have faded a little by now but it was so strong you were bewildered but also absolutely knackered so you ignored it, until-

“Oh. Hello random woman in my bed.” He grinned as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. (iykyk)

“Jesper Fahey I am not a random woman.”

“Samantha is that you?” Jesper joked as he approached your side of the bed as you got up and smacked him on the side with his pillow, but he quickly managed to grab it from you and throw it to the side as he took off his boots and jumped beside you eliciting a large groan from the bed underneath.

“Careful you’ll break the frame.”

“Oh no, have I seriously put on that much weight in two days? Must be all the cake.” He fake panicked whilst touching his stomach.

“Oh yeah, you’re unrecognisable.” You laughed as you laid your head on his chest whilst he brung the duvet over the two of you.

“Saints seems like I’ll have to work twice as hard to keep you in my arms love. Might as well lock you in now.” He said as his arms cages you in, then promptly attacking your side.

“Stop! Stop! I’m already here! I’m not going an-anywhere.” You cried out as you tried to wriggle out and away. He stopped and smiled proudly, “That easy huh? What do I have to do to get you out of your-”

“Jesper!”

He laughed again and you settled your arm on his chest and looked up at him as he looked down, “You take my breath away. Every time I look at you Y/n.”

You grinned, “Star struck are we?”

“Oh everyday.”

The two of you giggled and fought and kissed until the sun came up. You wouldn’t change anything about him, and he would.

Your last name perhaps?