#Aemond Targaryon

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Sooo, no one sees the spitting image similarity of profile here???

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The Snap Of Thread.

—£ Yan!Aemond Targaryen x Maid!Reader. (Slight Yan!Alicent & others)

—£ Ask!“Hi. Can i ask for yandere aemond with lowborn/maid reader? They have a friendship and one day she tells him that she is pregnant, even trough they never even share a kiss he starts to believe in his mind that the baby is his.”

—£ Warning: Spiders, Yandere behavior, Violence, Killing, Stalking, Being held captive of some sort, Pregnancy, Reader having a baby out of wedlock, Pregnant!Reader, Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

—£Taglist: @watercolorskyy

You had been working in the castle since you were just a child. You and your mother had come to Kingslanding for work and you found it right away. Thankfully the work load was easier on you since you got placed under the Young Princess. You washed her clothes, made sure to prepare her bed and room to the way she likes, even running around the castle with a few extra tasks for others.

Helaena was a delight to work under since she was not cruel or demanding. She just wanted to be alone and lifted to her wonders and insects. Of course, you never really spoke with her since the maids above you had made sure to be near her at every moment. The only time you saw her was when you took trays full of food to her or cleaned them up but most time she was out when you worked.

Much like any other night you had gone to her room to clean, other maids helping around and you had gotten done pretty fast. The sweet princess not being messy at all. When things got done the others left but you stayed to finish up. That’s when you saw a spider with long legs cling to the wall. Your first instinct was to kill it but you remember the princess. This spider was from your hometown and not harmless at all, not even a bite.

So you catch it in your hands and when you did the panic set within you. Where would you put it? You couldn’t throw it out the window, couldn’t kill it, and it was over extreme to walk to the ends of the castle to release it, so you move around the room in panic looking for a place.

The princess came back and wondered what you were doing, seeing you in such a state confused her. When you told her she grew a smile and reached out her hand to take the creature and you gladly gave it over.

“Many people are scared of spiders, they fear what is small to the eye. But you did not kill like others,” she looked at you. “I like that.” You had told her you knew from your hometown of the spider and couldn’t kill it, she was overjoyed. That’s when you two started to hang out more and she called for you. You listened to her when she would talk about all the creatures she had, she liked you.

It was natural for you to met aemond when you hung around his sister so much and he usually was too shy to say anything. So you both only shared a few glances and only talk to heleana. And seeing you so nice and sweet to his dear sister, it mesmerize him to no end. He was taken aback by your kind natured and looked at her like a normal person or as normal as she could be for a princess. And you never look at him like someone weak among his kin but only as a boy.

Aemond started to follow you around when he would see you around the castle and watch you closely. He noticed the wrinkles in your fingertips when you washed clothes for long periods of time. He noticed how you worked like it was a passion and left nothing undone. How you helped the elders when they needed it. And how tired you worked yourself and had to take a breath but look around for anyone before doing so.

It was only a few times you both actually spoke. When he asked for something when helaena wanted cakes or anything, he always joined in even if he didn’t want anything. He wanted your gaze, your focus and pretty eyes on him.

Soon that sweet and shy boy was replaced with a ruthless man who was not shy. He was cold and sat back quietly knowing he could take anyone in the room or fed them to his dragon. He was a warrior now. The boy you had known died and was now a man..

A man who was obsessed with you.

He called for you now, making you clean his rooms or fetch him someone to eat. He’d just sit in his room as you replaced the “Scratchy” bedsheets and claimed only you knew the right ones. But he kept his eye on you the whole time as you would bend over or a stretch yourself over his bed.

At dinners you stood close to Helaena because you had moved up in ranks now you were a young woman and stayed close to her. So he got to see more of you.

Aemond was always hiding in the shadows while you worked. He was much more sinister with his watching now and did it every second of free time. And would get angry when you weren’t where you usually were.

When you looked at him he saw it as you taking him in and being deeply in love with him. You’re just shy, nervous the prince wouldn’t like you make. Oh, boy is he just so delusional about you. Once you laughed at his joke that he made to helaena and he was just stunned. In his mind you were giving him hints. Everything you do is to get his attention.

Through all these years you both spent much more time together so much that you watch him when he trains, he walks with you when you have a pile of clothes in your hands. You considered him a friend.

So when the words. “I’m pregnant, I have not bled in mouths.” He was frozen.

Aemond first reaction was to hunt down the man who had done it to you. Then something snapped within him as his mind was lost, all reality was rewritten. He had done it. That was his child.

He bowed down to the floor and hugged your waist and leaned his ear to the stomach, “Our child.” He whispered and your eyes went wide. His words and actions made no sense and you were slightly afraid to move from his hold.

From there he dressed you in the finest clothes and demanded you were to be kept in his room at all times, or Helaenas. The only time you could go out was with him by your side. And everyone had to agree, he had already killed five people who spoke wrong of you.

Alicent didn’t like the idea but her son made her with his actions saying he loved you so much. Of course she liked how sweet you were to her daughter so she was more than welcome.

Aemond would fall asleep holding your belly, he’d whisper to the child in your womb. He truly believed he was the father. Going as far as to say he took you months ago in a passionate night in the moonlight. And it freaked you out how he knew about all the skin details without seeing you without your clothes.

You become a bird in a golden cage. The life you always wished you had was now given to you but with no escape or freedom.

The child was born and aemond forced his way into the room when he threaten to cut off the maesters fingers. Aemond could never forget when he saw his son for the first time, bloody…

And with white hair.

His held his son and cradled it with a loving smile. Saying the name you had picked out, saying he was going to be such a brave warrior.

But the other prince only smiled at the news when he heard of the white haired son “born” to his brother.

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Spoils of War wip

Aemond Targaryon x f!Targ!reader

Synopsis: A snippet of my upcoming multi-part fic.

No "y/n" mentioned

Warning: heavy angst. I have given zero context as to how we get to this point lmao.

AN: I got a DM from an anon to post some more snippets of this fic. Ask and I shall deliver. The full fic will be filled with darkness, hope, betrayal, love, death, misery, angst, hatred, and light.

House of the Dragon requests are OPEN

“I will not fight you.” Luke spoke, taking your mother’s words to heart. He knew she would be upset at the scene you had already caused and he did not need to add onto it. The wrath you'd face would surely be punishment enough for the both of you. “I came as an envoy, not a warrior.”

“A fight would be little challenge.” The idea was laughable to Aemond. “No…” He removed the leather patch from his face, revealing the sapphire that lay in his eye socket, encased in the scars of what was once his eyelids. “I want you to put out your eye as payment for mine. One will serve.” He swiftly removed his dagger from his hip and made a show with the blade.

Your arm crossed over Luke's chest in protection, your hand meeting the hilt of the sword at your back. You would never beat Aemond in a fight -not in a million years- but it would give your brother time to escape. 

“It will be me who removes the one you have left, Aemond, if you send another threat his way. I promise you this.” He grinned at you and tossed the blade at Luke’s feet. “Blood will not be shed, and you shall still return home just as you came - with one eye short.” You spat at Aemond. He paid you little mind, enjoying the fear that permeated off of Luke at his mere presence.

“I would not blind you.” He promised Luke, his voice soft. “I plan to make a gift of it to my mother.” Stepping on the blade, you kicked it clear across the room. 

“No.” Luke did not entertain him.

“Then you are craven as well as a traitor.” Aemond declared.

“Not here!” Borros demanded. “Blood will not spill in my halls!”

“You seem uncomfortable, Lord Borros.” Your voice boomed in the vast hall as the not so proud lord shifted on his throne. “If you choose to lay yourself amongst the serpents…” You motioned to Aemond with your eyes, “…you best get comfortable with how they slither.” 

“Give me your eye!” Aemond's voice boomed as he took long, purposeful steps towards Luke. The boy jumped back in fear. Once more, you kept yourself firmly planted between Luke and Aemond, fury filling your soul. You held an arm out, your hand pushing against Aemond's chest. He sneered over your shoulder at the quivering boy.

“If you want his eye, you will go through me. I am done entertaining this foolishness any longer.” You said pointedly to Aemond. His breathing was heavy and he looked down at you with a wild eye. You saw the hurt and the anger that swirled in his grey iris, the minute clench of his sharp jaw. 

“We take our leave, Luke,” You hissed over your shoulder, not taking your eyes off of the man in front of you. You hoped Luke could hear the seriousness in your voice and would obey you without argument. “Ignore his words if he continues to speak, I beg. He will do you no harm so long as I am here, I promise you.” You looked Aemond directly in his eye as you said this. “Go!” You demanded. You heard Luke’s quick steps out of the Round Hall, but you stayed behind.  

“Run along, boy!” Aemond called out to Luke.

“You would best a child and call yourself champion?” You laughed cruelly at Aemond. “I do not doubt my father was right in his refusal to give you my hand.” You spoke loudly for the Lord Borros and Aemond's betrothed to hear, much to Aemond’s embarrassment. “I was blinded before by your pretty words, but I’ve seen who you truly are, Aemond. Such a cruel fate I would have met bound to such a weak man who seems to still suckle at his mother’s teet.” Did you mean your words? It did not matter. They were meant to cut and dissect Aemond, to hurt him as he has hurt you, and they did just that. His reaction was a subtle tick of his jaw, a twitch of his eye, but it was there. 

Your words ruined him.

“It is more than just your eye that bothers you when you look at Luke.” You continued. With each word you took a half step forward, causing Aemond to step back. He could not understand where this side of you came from and it sent him off kilter.

“Is it envy you feel towards Luke and Jace? That you are true-born yet your father would not give you, any of you, the time of day? Is it that they are loved and supported, regardless of who their sire is? Or is it the love I feel for my brothers? That I would die protecting them while your own brother could not care less about what happened to you?” This finally elicited a reaction. Aemond’s bottom lip trembled in anger. Your words rang true, it would seem.

Aemond's hand shot up to grasp your face harshly. Your own latched onto his forearm, trying to wretch yourself free. He only squeezed tighter.

“You will bite your tongue or I will take it!” He hissed as he shook you, his face inches from yours. The fires of rage burned in his eye.

“As a gift to your mother?” You taunted. “My tongue will stay where it is. You do not like to dirty your own hands, as I have witnessed, my Prince.” You spat. He stared at you, panting. For the sheerest of moments, you saw devastation flicker in his eye, the slight downturn of his brow. A mere glimpse through a single crack of Aemond’s carefully crafted facade.

The last shard of your heart cracked with it.  

You ripped his hand free of your face for the final time and swiftly made your exit. 

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Deathbringer part one.

A (eventual) Aemond and Reader You are the first born daughter of Daemon Targaryon and a formiddable warrior in your own right. For many years you have been exchanging letters with your Cousin Aemond, secretly. Loyalties will be questioned - Lives will be lost and others saved. Lots of loving Daddy Daemon. Anxiety Aemond.

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There was only one good thing that had come from Daemon's first marriage. His first daughter. A beautiful thing with snow white skin and perhaps whiter hair. It was already shoulder length by the time you were born. You had quickly learned the ways of the dragon and cared nothing for your mother's family and way of life. In truth even as an infant you had found the Royce family a bore. Your mother died before your first Name day celebration and because of this the Prince would take you with him on his travels.

Your own dragon, Deathringer, followed beside his Caraxes, with you sitting in your father's lap. The dragon, an ancient male, had arrived in the Vale of its own accord three days before your birth, sitting vigil on the hillside, his eyes fixed on your mother's chambers. He has not left your side since. The first time you approached him his size frightened the Royce's. Held in your father's arms he stepped up to the black beast, your tiny pale hand stretched out to tap his nose. A moment that sealed your bond, strong and pure. 

 It was a life you adored, even more so when you visited Kings Landing. The stark white walls of the castle were a contrast to the black walls of the sand walls your father his behind with his wife and two new daughters Beala and Rheana. 

 On visits to Kings Landing you had much fun playing with your cousins Aegon and Aemond. The older was all but one year your senior and the younger one year your junior. Both boys would try to tease you with their sharp wits but you had a different set of skills. Not only the love of your dragon but a blade in your hand was akin to a dragon's claw. Many of the knights of the realm would not enter a sparring ring with you even at your barely eleven years.

 Over the years your cousin and heir to the throne had given you two more playmate's two more boys and you adored them. They were gentle boys with dark brown hair. Of course you all knew who had fathered the boys but Ser Leanor had claimed them both along with the one in her belly and so you loved them as fully as you would any cousin. 

Your father had left you at King's landing at your request, keen to stand beside Rhaenyra as brought her new son into life. When news came that the Queen had called for her to walk the babe to her the moment it was born the cry of Deathbringer shook the walls of the dragon pit. Men, women, lords and servants jumped and scattered as you stormed through the castle halls. Not even Set Christen the Queen's sworn man tried to stop you. 

"Y/n, what a surprise-" you gave her no chance to finish her sentence as you drew you Velaryon blade and held it to her throat, pushing her against the wall. 

"Do you ever get tired of being an insufferable bitch?" You growl. 

"Do you think yourself above the Queen that you might treat her this way?" She spits back at you. 

"You are no queen, you are leech who slowly sucks the life blood from this great house." 

"Y/n, it is okay." Rhaenyra's voice is weakened but you can hear the determination in her. Slowly you pull back your knife and release the queen. Moving stand beside your cousin. No one in that room would deny the dear they had of you at this age. 

You chose to leave with Rhaenyra, to Dragonstone. 

News came that a new sibling would be birthed within days and you made your way on Dragonback. Daemon greeted you with a strong arm around you. 

"We have missed you my dear one." He smiled. 

"As I have missed you all. How is my stepmother?" 

"I am sorry, you did not arrive in time. Your brother would not come, Leana met a dragonriders end." His smile dropped. You throw your arms around his waist. 

"Oh father! I am so sorry." 

"We make for Driftmark in the morn. Your sisters are upstairs." 

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The funeral was sad, you felt it all around you. Many houses were represented standing on the precipice in silence. Daemon squeezed your hand when the coffin was dropped into the ocean. An attempt to quell his emotions. 

During the feasts afterward Aemond approached you, he had grown angry over his young years. 

"You should come back to King's Landing. The training ground is boring without you." He grinned. 

"Aemond, I do not think I shall be returning there for sometime." You knew forwell what your father had planned. 

"Will you write to me? I would dislike losing our friendship?" The blonde boy asked. You agreed before excusing yourself for bed. 

You awoke some time later with much commotion in the lord's hall. You ran down to find Aemond left eye stitched shut and the queen shouting across the room. 

An accusation against Luce and Jace had been levied. Daemon took your shoulder when you attempted to step up. Looking up at him he shook his head and you waited for the argument to come to an end. Bloodshed and anger was no mix for a family you thought to yourself. Years passed you by and soon your cousin Rhaenyra became your stepmother, between she and your father you now had two small brothers uniting your two families into one. Upon arriving at the castle you were not met by any of the royal family. The slight did not pass any of you buy. You had grown to a woman of seventeen years, your white hair reached down past your rounded hips. Annoyed, you turned and remounted your dragon, taking him to the pits. You had been the only one of the family to travel dragonback that day preferring it over sitting in a carriage.

With Deathbringer nestled into his own spot you began the boring walk back to the keep. Spying your cousins standing atop a staircase you slowly approached them. You were surprised to see how grown your cousins were. Two strapping men, no not two. The eldest one Aegon, seemed preoccupied with something, filling the void with drinking. The younger, Aemond, was tall with sharp edges to his face, he wore a patch over one eye. The eye you knew hid a sapphire eye. Both saw you as you ascended the steps.

“Hello cousin.” Aegon grinned, “We are so sorry, none of us could be there to welcome you.”

“Aegon if you had been there I would have died on the spot from shock. Surely there was a wine jug that you needed to seek the bottom of.” You grinned. Aemond stifled his laugh as his brother grunted and stormed away. He held out his arm for you take you ignored it and strode past him.

“Y/n, I really wanted to be there.” He spoke quietly.

“Then you would have been.”

“It has been some time since your last letter, I wrote to you twice.” his hand fell to your lower back as you walk into the main part of the castle.

“I am aware. I have had no need to reply as yet.”

Aemond could tell you were angry but he was not sure why

“I heard about the tournet your parents held for your last name day, you were formidable I am told. Lord Stark may actually be frightened of you.” He tried to coax you into a conversation.

“Perhaps if you had accepted the invitation we publicly and privately sent, you would have seen it for yourself. Excuse me Prince Aemond.”

He watched you leave.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #daemon targaryen #daemon x rhaenyra

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Okay so, I am planning to do an Aemond Targaryen smut that will be both very plot based and very smutty (haven't even written the smut yet and I'm already 2k words in whoops)

Yes... no... any thoughts??

It is a going to be an afab reader insert, but I did mention that she had a few extra pounds, not conventionally attractive, and not tall like her family... so you can honestly interpret that fairly loosely.

Here's a little exert from what I've written thus far, nothing crazy, but let me know what you think and if I should continue on!

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To make myself seem less conspicuous on my way into Kings Landing, I decided to backtrack from Storm's End into the Red Mountains so that my route into the Kingswood avoided the watchful eyes of the soldiers and guards stationed there. The trek up the mountains was grueling at best, and by the time I was making my way down my energy had depleted substantially. Although I was a skilled warrior, the few extra pounds I carried made me huff and puff my way across steep rock faces and cliffsides until I almost reached the mergance of the forest. I say 'almost' because as soon as I made my way down to the last cliff, a jutted out sudden drop of 100ft, a group of ten Targaryen soldiers emerge from the shadows the setting sun cast of the rock face.

"My, my, my, what have we here?" The tallest of them said, the red notches upon his crest insignia telling me that he is their leader. "She's a pretty thing, isn't she? If not a bit wild." One of them said, causing them all to snicker as they steadily closed in on me. This wasn't good, not in the slightest, and if it wasn't for the deadly drop behind me I would have thought this was an easy win for me. Apparently, my luck has run out.

"I guess Daeron was right when he reported a lone person wandering the mountains while he patroled the sky." A shorter one clucked his tongue as he eyed me wearily. Shit. In my haste to get all of my brothers stupid wishes over and done with I had forgotten about the fact that the Targaryon's rode dragons. Of course, if my mind wasn't as sidetracked as if was I would have travelled in the dead of night through the cover of darkness instead of in the light of the sun. The quick shuffling of boot on stone caught my attention, and when I looked towards it's source I saw the leader of the group take a confident step towards me, smirk plastered across his face, "Comere lovey, wouldn't want you to get lost out here." He said, mud brown eyes gleaming with sexual depravity, "We'll take good care of you." It was with that one look my body was set into motion. Beneath the thick layer of my worn cloak I unsheathed my sword made from the strongest of Valyrian metals, with bright blue sapphires glittering in the guard and handle while a large one sparkled as the entire pommel. The light weight of the steel felt like home in my hand as the blade glimmered against the setting sun's rays, and as I looked into the shocked eyes of the men before me I couldn't stop the mirthful twitch of my lip before I moved.

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So the baby is actually Aegon's?

Shhhh! Don’t let any hear you…Spending “lies” like that! No of course not….

….(yes but you didn’t hear it from me)

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I'm not normally an enjoyer of yandere fics but The Snap Of Thread. is so good that it might have changed that.

Awe this means the the world to me! You are to kind, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I have many other fics on here and many other accounts do them as well! Thanks again for the kind words my love! 💗💗

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Fictober Series HTOD

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Who’s MLT to try manipulating their darlings child to convince them to be with them

Hehe I love manipulation. (In fiction)

Most likely to:

Daemon Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Alicent Hightower

Aemond Targaryon

Corlys and Rhaenys Velaryon

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Deathbringer - part five

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Alicent slammed her father's door open brandishing a parchment at him.

"You tried to murder my son! He has bent the knee to her. Do you understand what you have done? Aemond is going to marry that Targaryon animal and switch sides. No one will stand with us now. You have condemned us all." She screamed at him.

"The king is bedridden, unable to move, smother him and crown your son quickly." Otto rounded his desk. "If you do not wish to do it, I can have it done for you."

"Treason? No, no more bloodshed" she rounds the room stepping to the fireplace. For many years it had been a room of confidence and her father's schemes. "I will beg for my children's lives, but you, I will send Aemond your head for this and perhaps he will return to me." Four guards marched in behind her, taking hold of the king's hand and taking him away. Two days later the royal family pulled up to the gates of Dragonstone in the royal carriage.

"After all these years you now want me to relinquish the kinghood you coveted?" Aegon asked again.

"Yes, we will bend to her and beg for our lives." She hissed at him before leaving the carriage. Heleana, Aegon and Daeron behind her, each of them adorned in the black and red of the Targaryon family. Daemon stood with several guards behind him. Rhaenyra her children, Aemond and you stood just behind them.

"See , this is how one welcomes family to their door." Daemon quipped.

A guard steps forward holding a box which Alicent directs toward her once dear friend. Rhaenyra coming to the front, with one hand on her swollen belly opens it, seeing Otto's head on a platter.

"What is this?" She asks.

"A gift to my son, the head of the man who attempted his life." With you still holding his arm Aemond comes forward looking over Rhaenyra's shoulder at the head.

"This is not a gift for me. It was not me that was grievously hurt." He spoke through gritted teeth and his mother's eyes fell on you.

"We are so very sorry, Y/n." She said softly

"Sorry only because she could kill you where you stand, even now." Daemon growled.

"Rhaenyra, stepdaughter and friend, I bring the saddest news of your father. He has passed three days since. Hail the king, and long live the Queen Rhaenyra." Alicent dropped to her knees, followed by her children. There is a beat of silence as a master steps forward with the king's crown. Daemon lifts it, turns it with his hands then lays it on his wife's head.

"Mount your dragons Targaryons the iron throne is left unmanned." You call from your place beside Aemond. As if every dragon had heard you they flew up from their resting places and dropped around the family.

"y/n will you allow your cousin's to ride your dragons back to Kingslanding?" Rhaenyra requested.

"Of course my Queen. I shall ride with Aemond." You turn on unsteady legs holding your betrothed's hand for strength.

"ride dragons?" Alicent asked. Rhaenyra laughed as she remembered the fear Alicent had always held for the beasts.

"You may ride with one of the children, if it suits you better." She answered amusedly. As children she had spent many days trying to get her friend to ride dragonback with her, now she would get her wish.

Aemond kept his arm around your waist and you moved slowly to Vhagar. The great dragon lowered her body for you. Allowing Aemond to guide and help you up onto the giant beast. The action takes much of your energy so you rest back on his strong chest, his arms surrounding you to hold you and the reins. As the two of you waited for your family to mount the other dragons he brushed back the shorter hairs around your face. Your eyes close as you rest into him and he presses a soft kiss to your head.

"Brother, broken by duty, remade by the dragon." Heleana repeated the sentence she had spoken of her brother many times. Now finally making sense, he had once believd it was gaining Vaghar that had fixed him. Now he knew the dragon was you. He has called you a true dragon himself. You were the one rebuilding him. Feeling his mother's eyes on him he glanced up at her. Her heart ached to know he would never forgive her.

The ride to Kings Landing was quick for you as you drifted in and out of sleep, comforted by Aemond's heat. You each landed at the dragon pit and slid off the dragons. Daemon checked on your health before stepping up to walk alongside his wife. Aemond gave you his arm once more and you held him tightly. Walking was still painful, the wound to your hip was just nearly healing. Joffrey came up and took your other hand. Together you all walk up into the castle into the throne room where you see the iron throne, void of your uncle. A sad sight to you.

Rhaenyra stepped toward it, lifting her father's crown to her head and sitting in her rightful place.

"Bring the great houses here, I will have them see you all bend to me before the two sides of our family are joined by blood." She said.

"Yes, your Grace." Aegon bowed his head before leaving the room with his wife and children. Alicent stepped toward you and Aemond, taking his hand.

"My son, will you come with me? I will help you prepare for your wedding. Perhaps the tunic your father wore for ours would suit you?" She was all but begging her second son to follow her. He looked to you, then to the black clothing he wore. The three headed dragon emblazoned across his chest.

"No thank you, Mother. I am dressed exactly how I wish to be for my wedding." He slid his arm around your waist once more and pulled you into his side.

"Very well." As Alicent turned to leave Beala cut off her path.

"I think it would be best if you stayed with us, Aunt"

Daemon and you laughed at your sister's boldness. The once Queen looked around herself, discovering she was amongst only those she had wronged in many ways. Rhaenyra, Daemon, their nine mixed children and the son she had treated so badly. She moved across the room and sat in a wooden chair.

Moments later a panicked Heleana came rushing into the room, her children quickly beside her. The young princess dropped to her sister's feet. Tears streaked her face.

"What is it?' The queen asked.

"When the dragon falls, darkness comes. When the dragon falls two hearts shall beat as one. A crown will fall, one shall rise." Heleana cried out.

"what is this?"

Alicent dove forward to her daughter's side.

"She has dragon dreams." Aemond offered up quickly.

"What does it mean?" Daemon asked.

Aemond could not answer, blood bubbled from his gut and he turned to look at you. His brother held you by the shoulders, a knife edge poked through your clothing. Aemond dropped to his knees, a wound that matched yours weakening him.

Daemon drew Dark Sister pointing it at the prince. Upon Aegon's head he wore the crown of the conqueror.

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I am shamelessly shipping the Power Trio—Aemond Targaryen-Baela (Velaryon) Targaryen-and Rhaena (twin sister-Velaryon) Targaryon…

…where are these stories, my friends???

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Deathbringer -Part seven final

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That evening you stood tall, all your wounds turning quickly to scars.

“How did this happen?” The new queen asked you, pouring wine into her goblet.

“I have no idea.” You reply.

Heleana danced into the room, her arms out beside her. “The Gods of Old Valyria have gifted them the blood of the dragon.” She sang.

“Is she making sense or have I gone mad?” You ask with a smile.

“When the conqueror came to take the seven kingdoms he dreamt of the past. He saw the birth of two children in the mountains. The clutch of a wild dragon. Only two eggs survived, one birthed a mighty dragon, the other a pale child with white hair. The girl child was wed to the first Targaryon and so the bloodline was mixed with the dragon. It is said their child could command dragon and blue flame.” Heleana explained as she played with the spiders in the window.

“Well, you and your prince are now the might and strength of our name.” Rhaenyra proclaimed. She held your hand as you walked down to the throne room handing you to your father so she might take her place. Daemon looked over the black dress you wore, adorned with red and gold. The three headed dragon embroidered into the material.

“You look delightful, my dear one; but I much prefer you in breeches upon a dragon.” He gave her a sweet smile.

“Father, if only we had been allowed to fly the skies together forever.” you take his arm.

“Your flight will be with Aemond now. I am ashamed that you felt you could not tell me of your love.”

“Would you have allowed it?” You both laugh as the doors open and you are told it is time. Your father walks beside you through the gathered lords and ladies of the realm. At the head of the room Aemond stood with his younger brother and sister. Daemon passed your arm to his and the grand maester performed the wedding of the seven. The two of you drank from the same golden goblet and the wedding is blessed by the new gods and the Queen.

A great feast is held with much dancing. You and Aemond perform the dance of the dragons and and not long after excuse yourselves. The queen stops the Lords from following for the ritual of bedding.

In Aemond’s chambers you stood before him as he dropped his belt and removed his tunic. He brushes back your hair, running the back of his fingers over your jaw line.

“I have never seen you nervous.” He said softly.

“I have never been in this position.” you admit.

“Don’t be frightened I will be gentle. We will do exactly what you feel comfortable doing, what comes to you naturally.” you nod to his words. Stepping behind you he unlaced your dress letting it fall to the ground, leaving you in the undergown. The thin white cotton left nothing to his imagination. With the softest of touches he pressed small kisses to your neck, below your ear, trailing them down to your shoulders and pushing the flimsy dress away. Your hands instinctively go to cover your body.

“There is no need to feel embarrassed.” He whispers.

“On the contrary I am naked and you are very much not.”

He laughs, a sound you once thought you would never hear from him. “You are very correct.” He pulled the strings of his breeches pushing them down his legs and stepped out of them. Turning back to you, you saw his full length before you. He kissed you again and guided you back to the bed laying you on the soft cushions. His hands slowly traced your body, cupping your breast.

Sex with Aemond was soft the first time. He spent time searching your body and touching you in the places that made you feel warm. Whispered affirmations of his love came with every touch. He moved slowly when he first pushed himself inside you, allowing time for you to adjust to his size before he began moving again. His hipped pumped into you over and over with you calling out his name. When your walls began to tighten he reached between to rub your clit. He found his own end moments after yours. Panting, he dropped down beside you.

“Are we to have children, do you think?” You ask.

“Should you wish it, and each will ride upon a dragon.” He laughed as he rubbed your stomach, a happiness he thought was meant for everyone but he filled him when he thought of your belly swelling with his children.

The second time you laid together that night was more passionate. Filled with fierce kisses and wanting movements. He showed every way a woman could be pleasured. By the third you had him teach you how to pleasure him. By the morning both of you were convinced it would not be long before you were with child.

Epilogue.

176 years later.

176 years later. “Brother, tell me about the dragons of Rhaenyra.” Daenerys asked, her brother playing with wooden dragons by the fire.

“Well the dragons were once simple Targaryons until their blood bonded, pleasing the old gods. Aemond and y/n rode the skies, with their seven children. It was them who renewed the fervour of the dragons. In their time the dragons bred more than ever and soon we rose to higher skies than we ever have. Your cousin Aegon the third my son and your betrothed is their descendant. Many years later when they had both been long gone and the wars came Deathbringer led the dragons against our enemies with no riders. It is said he and Vaghar still haunt the seas far away in Old Valirya." The white haired king spoke.

“Will our children be dragons?” Daenerys asked with her eyes wide. Her brother laughed.

“I am the dragon!” Viserys scowled.

“Oh my dear little brother, one day you may find a dragon. You will be forever the second son. Perhaps I shall send you to the wall as your name sake did to his brother.” Rheagar grinned. “There are statues of y/n and Aemond outside Dragonstone, the castle they called home. It will be yours little sister, when you are of age. And perhaps you will see the prophesied return of the blue flames.”

“Where they happy?” Danny continued her questions.

“Very happy, the happiest marriage in all the lands I believe.”

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Deathrbinger - Part six

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"For my whole life I have been reared to be a king. Forced into marrying and bedding that freak of a sister. Given no life of my own but to succeed my father, over the bearer of bastards. I will not give it up so my brother may wet his cock in a familial cunt." Several men appeared from the shadows of the throne room, taking each of the queen's family, the elder ones fought back but were ultimately subdued. Three men held onto Daemon, forcing the sword from his hand.

He releases you and you fall to your knees. Out of pure spite Aegon kicks you in your hip and grips your wounded shoulder. Your betrothed growls out in pain, feeling all you do. Meeting your eyes together you feel a new strength. You pull your dagger from your boot and cut a long slice into Aegon's cheek. 

"I will kill you all and place your heads upon spikes on the ballistades for all to see that I am the heir our father longed for '' Aegon spat out. He laughed as you dropped defeated to the ground.

"Touch her again and I will kill you where you stand." Daemon promised. As he spoke many of the great lords of Westerios slid into the room including your step grandmother Rheanys. 

"What is the meaning of this?" Lord Stark demanded answers.

You heard nothing more than echoed rumbles as you lay on the ground blood pouring from your wounds, a shiver freezing your skin. Through blurred eyes you look up to the man you love seeing him crawl to you, slowly sliding himself across the floor, quickly reddening with blood. Too weak to go any further he reached out for you and you for him, your fingers entwining together.

There is not much time for the two of you to speak. In a space somewhere between life and death he holds you to him. Each of you uses a small blade to cut your lips and hands, binding your blood into one line. The echoes of your dragons bellowed around you. 

"What is it?" He asks as a blue flame licks around your joined hands. 

"It was once said that the Targaryons have dragon's blood running through our own. Do you hear them?" 

Aemond listened to the sound of the dragons. 

"Your brother is trying to kill us all." 

"How did I gain your wound?" 

"It was said when the conqueror loved his sister wife they grew a bond beyond the usual. Their blood was truly entwined." 

"You talk in riddles like my sister." 

You reach up to him, pressing your lips to his.

"Wish me to live and I will do it." You say. 

"I want you to live, y/n. Live for me." 

The blue flame grew until engulfed both of you. Light blinded the darkness around you until your eyes saw the patterned stone floor below you. You stood, the pain of your wounds subsided. Aemond rose beside you. 

"Aegon Targaryen. You are no king. Step aside." You stated, holding your blade toward him. Aemond put his hands on your shoulders bringing his face close to yours, locking his eye on Aegon. 

"Her blade has already tasted your blood, it calls for the rest." 

Aegon's blood ran cold at the words. 

"Perhaps a vote could be made?" Alicent calls to the lords of the court. Lord Stark stepped forward first. Kneeling at Rhaenyra's feet. She shrugged out of the guard's hold. 

"House Stark, pledges to the true Queen Rhaenyra" one by one each Lord bent their knees to the Queen. You had stepped up close to Aegon forcing him to slide away from the throne. With your blade each Lord drew his blood to stain the floor of the keep. As they spoke your step mother took her rightful place on the throne. Loyalty shown through bloodshed was the Targaryan way, the way of old Valria. 

Anger continued to bubbly inside Aegon as he watched each man bow to their fear of you. When at last it was Alicent’s turn to step forward, he felt the bile of hatred touch the back of his throat. He watched as she too allowed you to cut her palm and drop the blood to the floor. His brother Daeron too took the pledge and finally it was Aemond’s turn. He smiled as you cut him and placed his knee to the ground, bowed his head and kissed Rhaenyra’s hand. The sight tore into the would-be king and rage took over him. He lunged forward pulling Aemond’s sword from his waist and before anyone could move, before Daemon could draw his sword Aegon’s head landed at Rhaenyra’s feet. Alicent screamed, many of the women in the room gasped and the men took a step backward. Your father laughed. “I will choose my council now, My husband Daemon, I name the Hand of the queen. Lords Stark, Lannister, Tully, Royce and the Dowager queen Alicent. My step daughter Y/n and Prince Aemond I make Lords of the sky and commanders of the dragons. The small council will meet tomorrow. Tonight we shall celebrate a wedding.” The crowd cheer and quickly preparations begin to be made.

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