the longest road masterlist ♞
“You know what comes of standing here now, princess.” Dunk kept his eyes fixed upon the trampled grass beneath his boots, for he knew that if he looked up, he would see you standing there with that damned ribbon in your damned hands and that damned beautiful face of yours. He would go stupid and remember Highgarden, and your pricked finger, and the way you had looked at him as though he were something more than a giant man in dusty breeches. He would remember Ashford, and you holding Egg’s tiny hand in yours, and lying about Maekar’s leave because your heart had been too young and too kind for your own good. He would remember the muddy field beside the Red Fork, and how you had looked him dead in the eye across the fire and told him you thought he would make a good husband. “You know what folk would say if they saw you alone with the likes of me.” Dunk’s mouth had gone dry like he had never swallowed a drop of water in his life. “There’s no want of men here for you. S-so just go on, then. You can have any one of them you like, just…just leave me be.” He did not dare look up, but he heard you draw a shaky breath. “You speak horrible lies to me, Ser Duncan,” you whispered. The grass beneath his gaze blurred strangely. Then red silk inched into the edge of his vision, step by step, until the hem of your gown brushed the toes of his boots. Dunk must have died in the lists. Surely he had, because there was no other accounting for why you, the realm’s princess, stood before him with both your favor and your heart. “I could not have any man I liked.”
a princess and a hedge knight were never meant to cross paths. neither expect to spend the rest of their lives finding their way to back to each other.
content/warnings: 18+ (mdni), eventual smut, the slowest of all burns, intense yearning that literally spans decades, forbidden romance, angst, canon-typical violence and injury, arranged marriages
part I. (coming 8/15)
part II. (TBA)
part II. (TBA)
and more to come...
* indicates smut / sexual content
i feel the need to give context on this since i just dropped it with no forewarning...TLDR; i wrote a 20+ chapter fanfic for my own personal enjoyment about dunk x targaryen!reader when AKOTSK first came out (idk guys i was like literally going into psychosis i was so down bad for him). i'd like to revise it in my free time and share just for funsies whenever i am inspired!! i won't have a consistent posting schedule for this, just wanted to play with a different type of romance after doing a lot of control/obsession ones!! <3
the longest road masterlist ♞
“You know what comes of standing here now, princess.” Dunk kept his eyes fixed upon the trampled grass beneath his boots, for he knew that if he looked up, he would see you standing there with that damned ribbon in your damned hands and that damned beautiful face of yours. He would go stupid and remember Highgarden, and your pricked finger, and the way you had looked at him as though he were something more than a giant man in dusty breeches. He would remember Ashford, and you holding Egg’s tiny hand in yours, and lying about Maekar’s leave because your heart had been too young and too kind for your own good. He would remember the muddy field beside the Red Fork, and how you had looked him dead in the eye across the fire and told him you thought he would make a good husband. “You know what folk would say if they saw you alone with the likes of me.” Dunk’s mouth had gone dry like he had never swallowed a drop of water in his life. “There’s no want of men here for you. S-so just go on, then. You can have any one of them you like, just…just leave me be.” He did not dare look up, but he heard you draw a shaky breath. “You speak horrible lies to me, Ser Duncan,” you whispered. The grass beneath his gaze blurred strangely. Then red silk inched into the edge of his vision, step by step, until the hem of your gown brushed the toes of his boots. Dunk must have died in the lists. Surely he had, because there was no other accounting for why you, the realm’s princess, stood before him with both your favor and your heart. “I could not have any man I liked.”
a princess and a hedge knight were never meant to cross paths. neither expect to spend the rest of their lives finding their way to back to each other.
content/warnings: 18+ (mdni), eventual smut, the slowest of all burns, intense yearning that literally spans decades, forbidden romance, angst, canon-typical violence and injury, arranged marriages
part I. (coming 8/15)
part II. (TBA)
part II. (TBA)
and more to come...
* indicates smut / sexual content
I just wanted to let you know that CoB changed my brain chemistry a little cause I was never that into ormund and now I crave more of this universe holy fuck 😭😭
Thank you for sharing your writing!!!!
aaaahh i'm so happy you're liking it!! there's something literally addicting about his character even though he is HORRIBLE!!!
carrying ormund hightower's child
summary: how ormund treats his pregnant wife...and just how insufferably possessive, indulgent, and devoted he becomes. pairing: ormund hightower x pregnantwife!reader (implied to be targtower!reader) content/warnings: 18+ (mdni), SMUT, pregnancy sex, breeding kink, reproductive control, controlling behavior, grooming, body worship, oral sex (f recieving), obsessive behavior word count: 1.2k A/N: just something short and sweet! sorry if this sucks tbh i wrote half of it stuck in the atlanta airport TGI Friday's on my phone but wanted to get you all something!! technically headcanons for COB universe but can be read separately :) CUSTODY OF BLOOD MASTERLIST
Ormund Hightower, who has made a habit of fucking his wife’s pretty little cunt every single day since their marriage. He spent so long denying himself, denying you, of the pleasure shared between man and woman that he often feels as though he is making up for lost time. So he takes his husbandly rights whenever he can: first thing in the morning upon waking, after the midday meal between meetings, before attending a feast, after returning from one, in the bath, before bed, and whenever else he can get his hands on you.
Ormund Hightower, who has trained you perfectly in how to take him. Never so greedy or eager that you might behave like some common whore, but never so prudish that you resemble a septa, either. He likes that you still blush whenever he whispers filthy things into your ear, his stiffening cock pressed against your backside in the dead of night. Likes the little gasp you make when the leaking head nudges against your entrance. Likes that you still stutter over the words he commands you to say while his hips grind into you, his cock dragging so sweetly in and out of your fluttering pussy.
“Say it, sweet girl,” he whispered, his lips skimming the shell of your ear. “Tell me how your lord’s cock feels inside you.”
You whimpered at the words and turned your face into the pillow. “P-please, Ormund…”
Ormund tutted, taking your chin in his hand and turning your face back toward him. His lips brush yours as he speaks against them. “You know you mustn’t keep secrets from me. Tell me plainly or I shall stop.”
“It feels– aah–” you whined as the head of him dragged against that spongy place inside you that always makes you feel as though you have been set aflame. “It feels so…so b-big…so good…”
Ormund Hightower, who has also made a habit of keeping careful count of your moon’s blood. He has a private ledger dedicated to recording when it begins and ends, how long it lasts, and every little symptom you present. It is his duty as your husband, after all, to know every part of your life…including the workings of your body. And because he knows you inside and out, he knows when you are most fertile.
It is quite easy to tell, really. You become restless in his arms at night and squirm beneath the covers until your ass is grinding against his stiffening cock. During the day, you follow him from chamber to chamber, finding any excuse to take his hand or press sweet little kisses to his cheek. In truth, it is adorable to Ormund because you do not even understand what your body is trying so desperately to tell him.
Thus, with these two habits combined, it should come as no surprise when, scarcely two months into your marriage, the maester examines you after a week of persistent nausea and confirms that you are with child.
Ormund Hightower, who you believe has never been happier than when he hears the maester utter those words. He pulls you into a tight embrace before the maester has even left the room, peppering kisses all over your face and telling you how proud he is that you took his strong seed so well. He is not surprised, though…he would never question the Seven’s decision to validate the strength of your bond. To Ormund, this is the ultimate proof that what exists between you has been divinely blessed.
Ormund Hightower, who wastes no time beginning any and all preparations. The very day you learn you are with child, he commissions a beautiful, intricately carved wooden cradle for the babe. The Hightower crest at one end, the Seven-Pointed Star at the other. No dragons, of course. By putting his child inside you, Ormund believes he has finally purged you of every lingering trace of the dragon. You are a Hightower, now. You are his.
Little trinkets follow soon after. Embroidered gowns for the babe (all in Hightower green), a golden rattle, a bejeweled prayer book, a tiny silver cup. Ormund often warns against indulgence. Excess is unbecoming, idols should only be the righteous Seven. But...you and your child are the exception.
Ormund Hightower, who immediately insists that any and all responsibilities of yours be canceled. You are carrying his child, and your only duty now is ensuring that you, the beautiful mother blessed with his seed, are rested, comfortable, and cared for. That means no more long walks to the sept with only your women accompanying you. No more riding the beautiful mare he gifted you. No more waking early. No more long feasts with too many guests. No more standing for too long.
But with Ormund’s restrictions, of course, come gifts. Beautiful gowns tailored specifically to accentuate your growing belly. A new feather mattress and mountains of pillows after you complain that your back aches. Whatever little comfort you desire, he gives to you without hesitation. You become spoiled in your gilded cage. If you mention craving something sweet, a dozen honeycakes are delivered to your chambers within the hour. If Ormund hears you humming a tune, musicians are summoned to entertain you while you sit beside him in the solar. If you so much as admire another lady’s necklace, one even more beautiful, more expensive, and dripping with jewels appears soon after to rest against your newly swelling bosom. It is your reward, isn’t it? For fulfilling the Mother’s greatest purpose for you.
Ormund Hightower, who absolutely worships your changing body. Your growing belly, your heavy breasts, the new softness gathering around your hips…it is all completely intoxicating to him. If he could hardly keep his hands off you before, he certainly cannot now. His palm is constantly resting over your belly, almost as if he is proudly displaying his handiwork whenever he introduces you to some lord or lady. “Does Lady Hightower not carry motherhood beautifully?”, he says. Or, even better, said with that unbearably smug little smile of his: “A perfect image of the Mother in her truest form, my wife.”
Ormund Hightower, who, naturally, cannot seem to stop fucking you either. He loves to take your swollen breasts into his mouth and suckle softly at your sensitive nipples, nearly coming undone at the mere thought that soon they will grow heavy with milk meant to nourish his child.
Your cunt has somehow become even more swollen, even wetter…and, best of all, your scent has changed. Ormund knows everything about you, including that. The scent of you– heady, a little musky, with something unmistakably you beneath it– has always been one of his favorite things. But now? Something about it has changed. It is richer now, sweeter. Almost divine.
He becomes addicted to it. He can hardly keep his mouth away from you, his tongue pressing insistently at your entrance while his nose nudges against your clit, and he just cannot stop inhaling, his lungs filling with you as if he would perish without it.
And, of course, he quickly develops a new favorite way of taking you. Curled together on your sides, your back pressed tightly to his chest, a pillow tucked carefully beneath your growing stomach while his cock moves slowly inside you. One arm holds you against him while his other hand spreads possessively across your belly, stroking the unmistakable proof of what he has done.
Ormund Hightower, who already has heirs from his previous marriage– all grown young men now– but knows your child is different. His sons were welcomed into the world with all the pride expected of Lord Hightower. This babe, however, is treated as though the Seven themselves have placed a miracle inside your womb. This is not merely another child to him; his sons were duty. This, though? This is obsession made flesh. Divine intervention. Love. Victory over the sins of every insidious Targaryen forefather who came before you.
And, more importantly than any of that, this child is different because you are its mother.
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I was quite curious about the reader's relationship with Daeron, since he isn't mentioned in COB, but we know he was also sent into Ormund's care. I imagine there's an age difference between the brothers, which hinders the formation of a bond, and that Ormund uses the Targaryen history as an excuse to keep them apart.
this is a really interesting question! so in COB, i intended for reader to replace Daeron, so he does not exist in that universe. HOWEVER...it would be interesting to see what their relationship would look like if he did exist in COB. i think if he did, Daeron and reader would be twins. that leads to so many questions...would Ormund have a "fatherly" affection towards Daeron still like in canon ("fatherly" is very loose here lol). or would he see him as competition in reader's affection? he would certainly discourage any sort of closeness between the two because he would 1. be jealous and 2. think they were going to become intimate.
lots to ponder....
i love the idea that ormund thought he would marry alicent when they were younger before she went to kingslanding, in his eyes she was the perfect pious young lady who knows her duty, says her prayers and is gentle while educated and still dependable, the perfect image of the maiden and a hightower cousin to boot but after she married viserys that image completely shattered as now she was corrupted by the dragons (he never forgive otto for that). however when her youngest daughter arrived, who is the spitting image of her (faceclaim mattea conforti she looks so much like young alicent!!), in his eyes the gods sent her to him as retribution for not being able to her marry mother before she was tainted by the targaryens, like she was specially made for him by the gods which is more reason why he must marry her before aemond corrupts like they did alicent.
just a nice little headcanon 😋 and i wanted to say i love your writing so much!! please continue the series in any way you can 🫶
this is such an interesting thought!!!! i just love still ormund being so hypocritical like BRO that's still your COUSINNNN
when i wrote Custody of Blood, i wasn't thinking much on if there was a romantic connection between Ormund and Alicent as much as your point that i think Ormund did respect Alicent once as a very strong example as a pious, gentle, courtly woman and good example of what a Hightower lady should look like. and then, of course, she was corrupted by the dragons. so you're right 100000% in the sense that targtower!reader could be seen as a "replacement" in a sense... a huge appeal of reader to Ormund as well is how malleable she is! just like how Alicent was to Otto, Viserys, etc. etc....
i LOVE hearing your guys' headcanons on this stuff it all makes so much sense!
sorry everybody for lack of posting this week!! i was on a work trip and kept getting stranded at the atlanta airport but home now!! going to try and get ormund pregnancy headcanons posted by this weekend at latest (fingers crossed i can do it today!!) and then working on some confessional items…and maybe some surprises here and there 🫶🫶
just started crying happy tears bc i discovered ur blog bc of north star (AND IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD !!!) and when i checked ur account i saw all the ormund posts and wow….. God rly blessed me w this one bc these two r my current hyperfixations 🙏 maybe us ormund and dex girlies rly do have a type
THANK YOU!!!! And LITERALLY they put the same juice in those men…yummy…it’s so interesting because I think they have similar attributes of like possession and obsession and control but they display them in such different ways. i love them equally though and need them both to Eiffel Tower me 🫶
That ask with targtower reader and ser dunk kinda made me think it’d be cute if one of the knights in Oldtown has a crush on reader and she lowkey returns it because she thinks he’s cute but then Ormund finds out then publicly chops off his head lol. But like before that she’s putting flowers on his armor, sharing bread in private or something idk lol
OOOH ANON THIS IS SO HOW THE SEVENTH DAY INSPECTION STARTED CODED...........
guys i will 10000000% need to write this sometime soon i think it's going to be sooo juicy but RIP poor hedge knight he maybe just wanted some pussy. is that a crime? if your heart is pure??