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Forgive Me, My Lady, For I Have Sinned

Aemond Targaryen × Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Aemond is mean to his wife. Groveling ensues.

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, terrible smut, oral (f receiving), Aemond is a rascal, slight mean!aemond, unedited we die like men A/N: heyyyy pookies thank you for being so patient! This is mostly just me practicing how to write smut since im not super familiar with it so just lmk what yall think

It was rare for Aemond to be absent from your shared chambers. Ever since your betrothal, the two of you would sneak through the winding halls of the Red Keep in search of each other’s warmth. It was scandalous, of course, but the Prince simply could not quell his growing passion for you, his lovely little woman. At first, he dreaded the thought of marriage—seeing how his mother was often discarded in favor of a dead woman by his ever-decaying father. It wasn’t until his lone violet eye landed upon your sweet face at the feast celebrating the announcement of your impending nuptials did Aemond feel a surge of protectiveness over you. He couldn’t help the flush of shyness that reddened his cheeks when you shared a sweet smile with him.

The several moons into your marriage had been utterly blissful. Aemond was attentive, often finding himself bending to your every command. In private, he was affectionate; always finding some way to hold or touch your warm skin or sharing tender kisses that left you both breathless and yearning for more. He often threatened lords who would boldly stare at your figure from afar, but he shielded his cruelty from you, not wanting to frighten his little wife. Nearly every night Aemond found himself nestled between your supple thighs, showing you just how much he worshipped you—licking and nuzzling your clit with his aquiline nose, hardened from the sweet moans and whimpers that fell from your lips. The thought of you being only his to please and breed made him feel nearly rabid from arousal—like a dragon with the scent of blood.

Married life seemed to agree with Aemond.

With war looming on the horizon, Aemond felt the increasing pressure beginning to chip away at his sanity. Long, torturous hours were spent locked away in the Small Council chambers and away from your cunt. This particular evening, Aemond was battling a searing ache behind his scarred socket, allowing him to only hear bits and pieces of various war tactics they could deploy against the Blacks. If he had to hear Tyland Lannister bitch about the dwindling funds that come with the cost of war he was going to smash his head in until his pretty golden locks are stained red.

With delicate fingers, Aemond applies pressure to his brow, desperate for any amount of relief.

His savior came in the unlikely form of his brother, the rightful King Aegon II.

“This meeting is adjourned, for fuck’s sake my cups have run dry and I’m in need of a whore.” Aemond rolled his eye at his brother’s vulgarity, but was thankful none-the-less. The only thing he wanted was to crawl into his feather bed and feel his little wife’s warmth, but alas, only he could be so unlucky. The ending of this meeting only means that he has to return to his study and attend to more sensitive matters of the Crown, but he was one step closer to being with his wife.

The fire flickering in the hearth cast long shadows in his study, where he sat behind a large desk made of darkened wood. Countless letters adorned with ornate wax seals littered and ink stained his pale fingers as he continued a correspondence with whatever small house that needed placating, the throbbing in his temples only increasing tenfold.

Sleep seemed to evade you with the absence of your husband, the empty bed next to you growing cold from his desertion. The chill from the flagstones caused you to jolt as you stood up from your bed. You plucked your dark blue silken robe from the plush settee and pulled it onto your frame, tying it at the waist. Determined to catch at least a glimpse of your husband, you opened the heavy oaken door of your chamber and began your search.

The Small Council chamber and library were both empty. Your heart sank a little in disappointment when the thought of giving up crossed your mind.

That was until you spied a glowing light coming from beneath the door to his study. Giddiness tickled the inside of your chest as you entered through the portal and found your dearest Aemond seated behind his unkempt desk.

His eyepatch lay discarded amongst the piles of parchments and his long, elegant hair tussled from his growing frustration, yet he remained just as beautiful as ever. The site nearly steals the breath from your chest.

He did not look up, seemingly deep in thought.

“Husband? Are you nearly finished? I haven’t seen you since we broke our fast and I miss you dearly.” He looked up at the sound of his little wife and sighed heavily before shaking his head tiredly. “Perhaps you would benefit from a bit of rest?”

The inquiry was innocent enough, but Aemond could no longer bite his tongue as the last bit of his withering patience was fractured. He stood suddenly, looking down at you grasped your jaw in a firm grip, not enough to hurt, but enough to startle you.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” he sneered, “unlike you, I have more responsibilities than just being a broodmare, so I would greatly appreciate it if you refrained from parading yourself around like a common whore and return to my chambers.”

The cruelty he tried so hard to protect you from spilled from his lips so easily. Your eyes watered as you gasped at his words.

“You do not mean that, my love” you whimpered, tears cascading down your cheeks. You gently wrapped your fingers around his wrist, urging him to release you.

He only pulled you closer so he could growl into your ear, “do you wish to tempt the entirety of the Keep, hm? Should I allow every knight to have their turn with you? Would that sate your desires, wife?” His words dripped with a venom he had never used with you before.

You felt your heart crack painfully as you looked up at him with wide doe-like eyes that shined with unshed tears.

The sight of your anguish seemed to pull him out of the rage that had blinded him so and he released you suddenly. Guilt swarmed his veins and he felt sick that he had been the cause of your pain.

You scrambled away from him, holding a hand over your lips to stifle your cries.

Aemond wished for Vhagar to devour him where he stood. Tears of frustration burned his eye.

You stumbled through the halls, blindly searching for your chambers.

Once in the safety of your room, you collapsed on the settee, sobs wracking your body.

Your chambers were cold and lonely when you were finally lulled into a dreamless sleep.

You sent your handmaids away after they dressed you in a scarlet gown the next morning. You didn’t have to stomach to break your fast as the words from last night seared themselves into your memory. The ache that bloomed behind your breast had yet to subside. Your eyes were red and tender to the touch.

The words from your favorite tome seemed to melt together and you sighed before placing it at your side, content with just watching the flames dance against the stone hearth.

The heavy door to your chamber creaked open. Annoyance ebbed inside you.

“I already told you I do not wish to break my fast,” turning around you were met Aemond looming in the doorway. His eye was wide and shimmered with emotion.

No words were said as he approached cautiously, as if afraid of your wrath.

You only looked down at your hands, which were nervously twisting in your lap.

The proud Dragon Prince of the Seven Kingdoms fell to his knees, resting his head against your thighs. You couldn’t help but tremble in his presence, whether from fear that he would lash out again or from the desire you still had for him.

His warm hands enveloped yours as he pressed delicate kisses to your fingers, the tenderness causing your chest throb in sadness.

After a moment, he lifted his head and met your watery gaze with his own. Slowly, his fingers slipped around your ankle before gently wandering up your calf, lifting the ornate hem of your dress in the process.

Your breath caught in your throat as he reached your knee. You placed your hand on his suddenly, intending to stop him from advancing, but you helplessly felt yourself guide him closer to where you needed him.

Once your thighs were adequately exposed, he pressed spongy kisses to the soft flesh. You could feel the heat of arousal weigh heavily in your lower belly, your breathing coming out as soft pants.

Aemond intently watched your face contort in need as his kisses and suckling traveled towards your slickened cunt.

His leather-clad arms circled around your hips and pulled you closer towards to edge.

He licked a fat stripe against your dripping cunt and you gasped, fingers weaving through his silver locks.

Aemond moaned at your sweet taste, the vibration nearly overwhelming your little pearl. His tongue was soft against you, almost gentle as he continued to devour you.

Your arousal leaked onto the cushions below you as your mouth fell open, his lips circled tightly over your pearl, suckling gently.

Two slender fingers prodded against your drenched hole before fulling sliding in. The feeling of being stuffed with Aemond’s fingers nearly sent you over the edge. His fingers stroked your walls in search of the rough patch that made you see stars.

You moaned and clenched around him as he massaged the spot in a come hither movement. You couldn’t help but grind your hips, hurdling towards your peak at an unrelenting pace. Sweat beaded at your hairline and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head at the intense pleasure only Aemond could give you.

His eye was still trained on you in awe, as if you were a goddess and he a devout follower. In a sense it was true. He would worship the ground you walked on had you commanded him to.

“Cum against my lips, little wife, let me taste you.” His voice was husky with lust and you whined as he sped up the thrusting of his fingers. Aemond’s chin shined from your arousal.

The sight of him desperately lapping against your cunt sent you over the edge, waves of pleasure rolling through you as you screamed his name.

Your vision returned as your peak began to subside, your panting slowing down. You sagged against the cushions, feeling boneless.

“Give me one more, my love,” Aemond pleaded before prodding at your pearly with the tip of his tongue.

You writhed against him, completely overstimulated.

“I-I can’t…” you whined, “ ‘s too much.”

His violet eye darkened, your pleas only spurring him on as dove back in to devour your cunt. Your moans only grew louder as you tried to push his head away, the overwhelming sensation bringing tears to your eyes.

For a moment he allowed to you catch your breath as he spoke.

“I’m going to lick your cunt until you forget the insults I cast against you in my anger. I need you to see how I wish to worship you”, he pressed a kiss against your fluttering cunt, causing you to jolt.

“My sweet wife, you did not deserve my wrath.”

He planted another kiss against your pearl.

“I kneel before you and beg your forgiveness.”

A harsh suck caused you to yelp.

His words touched you. Your gentle, sweet Aemond had returned.

He kitten-licked your pearl unit you felt the familiar coil tighten in your belly, your second peak rapidly approaching. You moaned and wept at the sensations of his lips against you, lust clouding your thoughts.

Your second peak nearly fractured your mind as white-hot bliss buzzed through your entire being, the only thing tethering you to reality was your grip on Aemond’s hair.

Aemond watched his beautiful little wife in fascination as your peak subsided.

Silence enveloped the room once more as you attempted to recover from your husband’s groveling.

Finally, clarity reached you and you were able to consider his words. While you were deep in thought, Aemond smoothed down your dress, but remained kneeling in front of you.

“I cannot find it within myself to forget the vile words you said to me. You hurt me greatly.”

Aemond’s eye widened, but he understood.

“I just need time. I love you deeply and I appreciate your apologies thus far,” you couldn’t help but smirk at your last words. Amusement sparkled in Aemond’s eye.

“Allow me to apologize once more, little wife,” his words were coated in lust. He stood and took your hand gently, before leading you to your shared bed.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen imagine #hotd fanfic #aemond x fem!reader #hotd imagine #hotd #smut

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aemondsquill · 11 months

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Are yall seeing these season 2 spoilers on tiktok ??? I'm gonna be SICK😭💀💀💀

Sorry bout the month long hiatus, we'll be back to our regularly scheduled program next week!

What to expect: I have 25 wips, some are multiple parts so uhhh get ready

We have a classic aemond vampire au with some beauty and the beast vibes👀, an osferth smut, tom bennett's slutty waist causes issues for reader multiple times and in different ways, a mr & mrs smith-esque type aemond fic, and of course copious amounts of ANGST because I love pain, and lots of others so stick around!

Whatever daddy wants daddy gets

#hotd #spoilers #aemond targaryen x reader #tom bennett x reader #osferth x reader

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aemondsquill · 1 year

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Aemond: Put the girl down

Aegon: Tf u mean put her down cant a father hold his daughter???

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aemondsquill · 1 year

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Do you have a masterlist linked anywhere to go to all your stories? I’m sorry I didn’t see anything on your page.

I dont have a masterlist I'm sorry! I dont know how to make one😭😭

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aemondsquill · 1 year

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#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond x fem!reader #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine

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aemondsquill · 1 year

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In Honor's Name

Aemond Targaryen × Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Your new husband, Prince Aemond Targaryen, is truly an enigma. While he is cold and dismissive, he also proves to be quite the formidable protector of his lady wife

A/N: reader is from an unspecified House and has no physical descriptions

Warnings: Aemond's rizz is atrocious, violence, toxic relationship, hurt/comfort, Aemond IS a WIFE GUY, slight angst, floooof, implications of smut

Aemond Targaryen was not known for wearing his heart on his sleeve; actually it was quite the contrary, much to the dismay of his brand new wife. Attempting any form of conversation with the man was like yanking nails. He only gave one word answers or hum in response.

However, while he was not gifted in the arts of wooing his wife with his words, Y/N appreciated just how physically attentive he was. A gentle hand on her lower back when he guided her through the halls of the Keep, his fingers resting on her knee during long dinners, or his presence looming over her shoulder at banquets and feasts. These touches were the only indication that he even tolerated her.

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Y/N was in no mood for the festivities laid out before her. Aegon decided to throw another feast for whichever unknown Lord's nameday or birth of an heir or perhaps he was just bored. Aemond, as always, was seated next to her. If he had not helped Y/N into her own seat, she would not even had known that he was there. The silence between them seemed to be even more stifling than the obnoxious noises of merriment that echoed through the great hall.

Y/N glared at the couples dancing, envious that they seemed to be enjoying themselves. She learned the hard way that Aemond does not dance. A sharp 'no' from his lips when she invited him to dance on their wedding day was enough to discourage her from ever asking again.

'How lucky am I to be married to such a bland brooding man?' She thought scornfully. He was confusing with his gentle touches, but harsh words and Y/N was done trying to figure him out. She would only do her duty: be a loyal wife and produce an heir or two. It wasn't much of a life, but there were worse ways to live.

Y/N reached for her cup, full of a dark Dornish red, and drank it greedily. The wine was delightfully bitter on her tongue.

Soon enough, a buzz flowed through her veins like warmed honey and made her brain slightly heavy. Y/N's spirits were lifted as the music swelled and the laughter all around her felt contagious.

With a new surge of confidence, Y/N turned to her ever-stoic husband. He eyed her curiously at her sudden movement.

"I supposed I shan't ask you for a dance, Lord husband, allow me to take my leave so I may find a willing partner." Without waiting for a response, Y/N shot out of her seat and grasped her velvety skirts and stalked towards Tyland Lannister.

Aemond's mouth gaped, slightly resembling a fish plucked out of the water. He could only watch helplessly as his wife, giggling and eyes shining, began an elegant waltz with the Lannister.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped his fork tightly, jealousy boiling in his chest at the site of Tyland gripping his wife's waist and twirling her about.

Perhaps Aemond deserved to watch his wife fall for another. He knew he had not been a doting husband, but at least he wasn't cruel. He just felt uncomfortable expressing his affection for his Y/N!

Aemond would not accept the consequences of his own actions. She was his and everyone in the Keep would know it, especially that slimy cunt Tyland.

His anger was only spurred on when he watched the Lannister grip Y/N's arm tightly and whisper a salacious secret into her ear. Her face contorted in offense, causing Aemond to nearly leap over the table in front of him.

In a split second, Aemond was nose to nose with blond Lannister.

"I will fucking tear your eyes out of your head and force them down your throat if you so much as glance at my wife again." Even Y/N felt the chill of fear tingle her spine at Aemond's threat. Tyland only smirked at the brutal confrontation. Copious amounts of wine and ale only made Tyland more bold. And foolish.

Aemond placed his hand on the small of her back, more forcefully than usual.

"Come, wife, allow me to escort you to your chambers."

"Perhaps if you weren't such a frigid cunt maybe your wife wouldn't seek company elsewhere. Leave her to me and trust she will be taken care of."

Y/N felt the surge of humiliation warm her cheeks at Tyland's horrific words. The anger rolled off Aemond's shoulders in heavy waves as Tyland tugged Y/N back into his chest and continued his vicious tirade.

"Unhand my wife and I shall reward you with a swift death."

"I heard your wife has the sweetest cunt in Westeros", his nose grazed along her neck, inhaling her scent. "I wish to taste her."

A vile glint flashed across Aemond's violet eye and in an instant he yanked Y/N out of Tyland's arms, tossing her carelessly as he pursued the Lannister further.

Y/N yelped as she stumbled to the stony floor. She could only watch in horror as her husband's hands wrapped around Tyland's throat so hard that the veins bulged.

"I am the only one who will taste my wife's cunt."

Tyland's face turned red, then blue, then an ugly shade of purple as Aemond's hands slowly squeezed the life out of him. Tyland feebly attempted to grip Aemond's arms, chest, anything he could get his hands on as he crumpled to the floor.

"She tastes of the sweetest honey. She will only bear my heirs. She is mine and only mine." Y/N couldn't help the feeling of her cheeks flush at Aemond's obscene flattery.

Aemond did not let up his assault. Instead, the bulging of Lord Lannister's eyes seemed to egg him on to press harder and harder.

Y/N shouted for the nearby guards to stop her husband from killing his House's ally.

It took nearly four men to wretch Aemond away from the scoundrel. Once he stood he shrugged off their hands and immediately stalked towards Y/N. Her eyes widened in fear as she stumbled backwards slightly. Her flinch halted Aemond in his tracks briefly, a pang rattled his chest painfully. His little display of violence and jealousy only scared his beloved wife.

Aemond took a couple more steps, this time with caution so as not to frighten her more before placing his hand on her back.

"Let us retire, little wife." And she allowed him to guide her back to her chambers in silence.

The winding corridors allowed her to replay the scene over and over in her head. Never had she seen Aemond react to anything in such a way. Nor had he spoken this many words to her in the few months they had been married.

They reached the large oak doors of Y/N's chambers and Aemond ushered her inside.

"You should not have done that. You could have killed him."

Aemond regarded her coldly, "I wish I did. I wish everyone in that hall witnessed me killing him." Y/N rolled her eyes at his stubbornness. Aemond approached her and reached for her hand, but she pulled away before speaking sternly at him.

"No. You do not get to touch me after embarrassing your House like that and nearly killing a man!"

"I was defending your honor! Tis my duty as your husband!" He snarled. He reached out and grabbed at her again, this time pulling her into his chest and she squirmed against him.

"Stop resisting me. I wish to hold my wife and I shall do so!"

Never had Aemond been so vocal and obvious about his affection towards her. It threw Y/N into a whirlwind of emotion.

Finally, she stopped fighting against him and met his glare with her own. The two breathed heavily against each other, neither used to such intimate proximity outside of fucking.

"I have been damned by the gods to love you."

Y/N scoffed. "I never knew you could be so romantic. First you nearly kill a man, now you're saying you hate loving me."

Aemond closed his eye and sighed, mentally kicking himself for his fumbled words. His arm tightend around her waist. Y/N was annoyed at the warmth that flooded her chest at the feeling.

"I love you, little wife. So much so, my words seemed to escape me, but it's true. In the short time we've been married I have fallen deeper than I can possibly fathom. It frightens me. Seeing Tyland Lannister put his hands on you drove me to the brink of madness. I would kill a thousand men and their widows if you asked me to."

Y/N's eyes softened at his clumsy declaration. In his own strange and murderous way, he held a great affection for her and Y/N's heart melted at the thought.

She brushed a lock of hair out of his eye, sighing.

"You know you cannot kill every man who speaks to me."

"I know, but I can kill most of them." She chuckled at his attempt at a jest.

Aemond found himself not able to resist any longer. He kissed her soft supple lips with fervor. Y/N moaned softly in delight.

"I have to make good on a promise I made to that Lannister cunt, little wife."

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond x fem!reader #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #idiots in love

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aemondsquill · 1 year

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Rewatching TLK and lovin the Baby Monk.

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aemondsquill · 1 year

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some bad aegon ii pic edits

feel free to use them as you'd like

send me ideas if you would like more of these weird little pics

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aemondsquill · 1 year

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Ok that's the one

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aemondsquill · 1 year

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In The Dark Of My Room

Aemond Targaryen × Reader

Just a short lil story while I finish my other one🥰

Synopsis: Aemond's darling wife dies and Alicent Hightower fears he has lost himself to madness

Warnings: Grief, violence, death, mentions of smut, bro is murderous, mentions of drinking and substance abuse, choking, angst, lmk if I missed any

Aemond's wife had been cold in the ground for a week. He could not bring himself to attend her funeral, rather locking himself in his chambers drinking himself into a stupor. The enticing chilled wines and meads were the only anesthetic to his grief.

There were times when he drank enough, a dizzying and sickening amount, that would allow him to catch a whiff of her soft flowery scent floating in the dust that swirled in the beams of sunlight. This mere taste of her was not enough, he needed more. He craved more.

When the wine could not sate his yearning for his beloved lady he sent for milk of the poppy and allowed it to addle his mind.

His eye was nearly blinded by the swimming vision, but his heart nearly stilled when he was able to catch glimpses of her. A soft swish of her hair, a faint giggle in his ear, and a soft touch on his shoulder.

"Wife...Are you there?"

To another's eyes the room was empty, but Aemond could finally see her in the flesh. The blackened night darkened the corners in his chambers, but he could make out her lovely curves beneath her pale nightgown.

He stumbled over the furniture to reach her, hissing when his body made contact with the sharp corners, but ever determined to reach her.

Aemond was within an arm's reach when he lunged forward and came in contact with nothing but a curtain. Frustration burned like dragon fire in his chest as he let out a wail.

His fists made endless contact with the stone wall, splitting his knuckles and splintering his bones. The blood stained the wall and splattered on his chest.

The pain folded his knees, landing on all fours and letting out heaving breaths. She was so close, just right in front of him, taunting him. 'Death turned her into a cruel woman' he thought.

A breathy sigh pulled him out of his self-pity, head turning sharply to the opposite corner. There she stood, grinning her sweet smile.

"Please, my love, do not torment me so."

It was a beg for mercy. Aemond always thought the act of begging was beneath him, a pathetic display for any man. But in his despair, he'd crawl through the Seven Hells just for a taste of her lips once more.

Aemond let out a gasping breath, tears burning his eye, and heavy mush weighing down his head.

"Just...Just stay here. With me. Please."

He began his slow stalking towards the darkened corner. His shoulders were slumped and his hands trembling fiercely at the thought of her tricking him again.

Aemond fell to his knees once he reached her. She stood silently, watching him curiously. His eye fell shut and he could smell her lavender perfume, the scent soothing his aches.

A gentle hand on his cheek caused a burst of euphoria to spike through his skin. The mere ecstasy rendering him delirious as his arms wrapped tightly around her legs, much like a child clinging to his mother.

Aemond pressed gentle, frantic kisses to any part of her body he could reach from such an angle, tears leaking heavily from his eye.

"You cannot leave me again, I will not allow it."

It was a demand. The obsession clear in his voice, and again, she said nothing, only smiling at him gently. His chest squeezed painfully and his voice wobbled heavily as he spoke.

"You are a wicked woman for inflicting this pain upon me."

She leaned down, brushing his disheveled platinum hair out of his face and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Aemond, who are you talking to?" The voice of his mother rang through the room. Aemond's head turned toward the door to his chamber where his mother had just entered. With a whip of his hair he looked back to where his wife was, but could only find the thin air.

It felt like loosing her all over. Completely unbearable, a nauseating stab to his heart. A hateful eye burned into his mother's figure.

With murderous intent and red rimmed eyes, the prince approached his mother. Her eyes widened in fear and she flinched away from him.

"You frightened her and now she has left me again!"

Alicent felt his breath hitting her face harshly as he roared. She fumbled over her words, attempting to reach his sanity, "Aemond, n-no one is here... You are alone..."

"No, she was just here! I kissed her and touched her!" Alicent felt a weight in her chest at his words.

"My dear, you have lost yourself to madness, to grief! She is dead and buried! You cannot lock yourself away with a ghost!"

Only Aemond's ragged breathing could be heard in the chamber. Alicent took a moment to look over her son, her precious Aemond who was so deliriously drunk with sorrow.

His fine hair in knots, blood staining his hands, and his ribs beginning to poke through his skin. Her heart broke at his appearance.

She approached him gently, as if coaxing a wounded animal. Her hand laid on his cheek as he collapsed onto her, the weight of his anguish to heavy for him to bear.

Alicent cradled him tightly, afraid they'd both crumble to the floor if her strength faltered.

Fury trickled into Aemond's heart. She had been the one to scare his wife away just as he was rekindling his happiness. He pulled away from his mother harshly before wrapping his broken hands around her throat.

Alicent's large brown eyes widened at the action, confusion and fear coloring her irises. Her nails scratched against his pale wrists, desperately fighting for air.

"You will not keep her from me." His seething voice was laced in hatred and venom, a combination that he deemed appropriate for his enemies. And to him, his mother became his enemy. Anyone who dared disturb his delusions would feel his wrath.

His teeth were bared in a vicious snarl as he watched the life seep from his mother's eyes.

He quickly abandoned her corpse in favor of another swig of milk of the poppy, delighting in the thought of seeing his undead bride.

"Where are you, my love? No one will disturb us now."

#aemond x fem!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine

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aemondsquill · 1 year

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Thank you @annikin-im-panicin for the tag!! This looks so fun!

1. Are you named after anyone? My dad and I share our middle name:)

2. When was the last time you cried? It's been a few months since I last cried lol i used to cry every two weeks like clockwork so,,,✨growth✨ I guess??

3. Do you have any kids? Nah, I'm chronically child free

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes! But it's so hard for me to pick up on it when people use it with me😭😭

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? Probably their eyes or their hair

6. What's your eye color? Hazel!

7. Scary movies or happy endings? I love Scary movies!

8. Any special talents? I'm a decent painter!

9. Where were you born? Arizona! It's on my bucket list to buy my childhood home but the economy is in shambles

10. What are your hobbies? Writing, lifting, and painting!

11. Do you have any pets? Yes! I have a weiner dog named Rick and she's the love of my life!

12. What sports do/have you played? I did gymnastics as a child, track when I was a senior in high school, and I currently play rugby at my college! Fun fact: I was elected forward captain for next season and I'm super excited!

13. How tall are you? I'm 5'6"! The funniest thing my roommate does is say he's 5'7.5", but I'm taller than him, get rekt son

14. Favorite subject in school? In high school it was history and in college it's math because it's my easiest class😭

15. Dream job? My secret dream job that I keep to myself is actress, but I tell everyone it's orthopedic surgeon

No pressure tags: @its-actually-minicika @sapphire-writes @beaconofthehightower @mrsgrwy @hc-geralt-23 @winchesterfamiliebusiness @aemondsdelight

15 questions / 15 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @littledemondani 😍🖤

1. are you named after anyone? — yes! my middle name is the name of my grandma

2. when was the last time you cried? — damn I don't know lmao. I rarely cry tbh

3. do you have kids? — not yet

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? — yes 💀

5. what's the first thing you notice about people? — their vibe and if we'll get along or not

6. what's your eye color? — green

7. scary movies or happy endings? — depends on my mood tbh. usually I like watching scary movies more than romantic movies

8. any special talents? — well I can wiggle my ears 🤡

9. where were you born? — in Germany

10. what are your hobbies? — horse riding, knitting, spending time with my friends

11. Do you have any pets? — I had a dog for 18 years and a horse for 11 years 🙂 and I bought myself a colt in November 22 🤠

12. what sports do you play/have you played? — only horse riding

13. how tall are you? — 5’6”

14. favourite subject in school? — english and art

15. dream job? — something with animals where you're earning tons of money

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