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Little Lamb - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Aemond Targaryen x You (Fanfiction)

Word count: 3471 words

Summary: As a maiden of a noble house, it is your duty to wed well. But how will you manage to, with a curious and possessive Prince in the picture?

WARNINGS: Misogynistic behaviour (borderline sexist), dubious consent, no smut (because I am physically unable to)

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Chapter 1: The Summer Solstice Festival

When you first came to King’s Landing as a young maiden, you didn’t expect much out of your stay – it was meant to be brief, and your parents had hoped that you would next return to Storm’s End betrothed. It was your duty as a high-born woman. Though your house is noble, much of its influence had been lost in the years subsequent to the ascent of Aegon the Conqueror, and you needed to secure a good match for its livelihood.

When your parents first received a letter from the Targaryen Family, inviting your household to to stay at the Red Keep during the Summer Solstice Festival, a religious holiday in the Faith of the Seven, your father had instructed you to attend with your mother and one of your elder brothers, Steffon. The pair would serve as your liaison between potential suitors, and this irritated you greatly. Independent in spirit, you could not reconcile the fact that your insufferable git of a brother, only a few years elder to you, gets to determine the path of your life, purely on the basis of his sex. Yet, here you were, en route to the capitol, trying to summon your optimism in bleak circumstances.

Part of a large family of fifteen, you were next in line to be wed, and truly, you were grateful that you have managed to escape the life of becoming a child bride. You truly are the epitome of a middle child, only occasionally remembered, and when you were needed, you could be found in the household library, your head firmly affixed to a book. You are of a reserved nature, found far from the center of affairs, and from a minor house, which is why everyone found it surprising that Queen Alicent had taken notice of you, most of all yourself.

“My Queen,” you bowed towards the famed pious woman, as you greeted her with your mother and brother at the entrance of the Royal Hall. It has been a little of a week since your arrival to King’s Landing, and you had little to show for it, much to the dismay of your chaperones. It was almost the mid-point mark of the celebration, and in honour of the Summer Solstice, a ball was being hosted. Ironically, it was Steffon who has garnered the most interest with regards to marriage, and you have slowly begun to prepare yourself with the life of being a spinster. It couldn’t be so bad, perhaps you could train to become a midwife, or whatever occupation you could find. In a way, you wish you could do just that, forge your own way in life, and create one that is truly your own. But you know that is just fantasy, and that if you are unable to return engaged, your parents would likely just arrange a partnership with the first possible suitor. Nevertheless, this was a harmless fantasy that you let yourself divulge into, which in all fairness, was not frequent, as you were more often than not, reading. The Red Keep’s library was your favourite place in the world, you had decided, as you know that their collection would keep you occupied beyond your lifetime, and when you were not there, you were found at the Royal Gardens, reading. Unrealised to you, this had earned you a reputation as a book worm, and had attracted the attention of the Queen.

“I must say, I am quite surprised, this is the first I have seen of you since your arrival, without a book at hand.” The fair woman spoke, next to her fair-haired children, observing the fair.

Unbeknownst to you or your family, this was the first light-hearted comment the Queen had spoken that evening. She had been an awful mood due to the unsurprising absence of King Aegon II from yet another Festival event, which was preluded with a heated argument regarding the utility of wasting treasury funds for religious events, at least that was the position of the ill King, much to the dismay of his young mother, a devout follower of the Faith.

This shift in mood had surprised the one-eyed Prince Aemond, who had otherwise been detached from affairs of the evening, by that point. He truly did not give a shit about inconsequential matters, such as balls where fat old men drunk themselves into oblivion, and naïve young women armed themselves with false flatteries, in hopes of wooing some nobleman, all while their duplicitous guardians manipulated these affairs.

However, this moment had intrigued Prince Aemond. For one, you were a foreign face, and as was your name, as introduced by your older brother. But more importantly, you were someone who had caught the attention of his mother, a woman who did not care for court social life in the slightest, unless for political purpose.

You tactfully maneuvered the conversation, deflecting attention from yourself whilst politely responding to the Queen. Thanking her for the invitation whilst leisurely bowing, Aemond could not help but notice how pleasing you appeared in that position, with your flushed cheeks and full chest on display. As you disappeared into the crowd, Aemond took mental note of you and your house, as well as the dress you were wearing, a deep crimson frock which accentuated your golden skin and glistening décolleté. It definitely was a satisfying display, and his interest had been piqued.

You had found the entire Targaryen family handsome, and each time you see them, you are always taken aback by their beauty. Queen Helaena could have been a Goddess, and all of the Princes in attendance had an unworldly quality to them. You could almost understand in a way why it was their dynasty that managed to ‘unite’ the Seven Kingdoms. Almost. However, you knew better, and it was not their beauty, but violence, fire and bloodshed that had chained the Kingdom together. And you were unsure of whether that was a good thing.

As the evening progressed, you slowly started blending into the background. A few dances with unmemorable men to appease your mother, and a waiting game until your brother was too intoxicated to remember your existence. You had brief conversations with suitors, monitored by your kind, yet stern mother, and you knew that any arrangement would ultimately be managed by her.

You were never good at maintaining conversations with peers, and found that you over-thought spoken exchanges too much. You preferred avoiding such internal conflict, and predictably grew weary of the ball, as you chose to not even interact with any of the other ladies in attendance. Though you knew it was unwise to be alone as a maiden, you decided that you were in need of fresh air and opted to go to the nearest vacant balcony, with a goblet of cherry wine at hand, whilst trying to hide from your observant mother. While leaving, you expected that no one would take notice of you. The one-eyed Prince, who had distantly observed you since the beginning of the night, giving you more glances than he should have, saw opportunity. Satisfied with this development, he stealthily followed you, keeping a considerable distance.

The Red Keep was a maze, and while you stumbled across many people, most were intoxicated and took no notice of you. You were a lady on a mission, and were in desperate need of fresh air. After an eternity wandering, regretting not finding the courage to ask one of the many knights you crossed paths with, you finally found refuge in a large empty balcony. As you approached the railing, setting down your sleeved arms against it, you took in a deep breath of fresh air, or rather air that is as fresh as it could be in King’s Landing suffocating weather. Your momentary peace however was disrupted, as a deep male voice echoed behind you, startling you.

“Like a little lamb on your own, are you not afraid of being taken advantage of?”

You immediately jumped around, and a small distance in front of you was the wayward Prince Aemond, known throughout the land for his coldness and unspoken cruelty; the kinslayer, and since the war, this reputation has only cemented further. Immediately, the image of the Prince riding his infamous dragon, burning down cities and armies came to mind. You could almost hear the screaming in your head. You truly were afraid, but you were also stubborn, and refused to be intimidated by anyone, including a Prince.

Taking a quick breath, you cocked your head while responding, forcing a smile. You hoped this could be interpreted as charming.

“Do I have anything to be afraid of?” You spoke, in a soft voice.

His violet eye was sharp, staring at you, and in the darkness, dilated. His expression was stiff, and he did not return your smile, his jaw remaining tight. Despite appearances, you did feel incredibly intimidated, but hoped that the Prince had not noticed your false bravado. There was a momentary silence, and you forced your smile to remain, while staring back. A fresh breeze past the two of you.

“I suppose not,” Aemond spoke after what felt like an eternity to you.

Keeping a small distance, he joined you, leaning against the railway, still staring at you. The silence continued, except that it felt deafening to you, thanks to your heartbeat. Aemond enjoyed watching you squirm. It was entertaining to him, your reaction, and it was not as he expected. Most women are afraid and flee, or throw themselves at him, yet here you were, doing neither. And Aemond did not like being unexpecting of others.

Finally breaking eye contact, you turned back around, staring at King’s Landing, while nervously cupping your goblet, still filled. You were not ready to break the silence, and to be frank, you were unsure of what was happening. How is it that you managed to find yourself alone with the likes of him? Why were you not more cautious and why did you have to leave on your own? This was a precarious situation, and you knew that it was better for you to be silent, so as to not offend the Prince, which in all likelihood, you would still manage to do regardless. And even if you had not managed to, you were not only afraid of him, but also that someone will inevitably find you two alone together. The soiling of your reputation felt inevitable now, and the prospect continued to frighten you. You start to fiddle with your goblet, now staring down at it, until a sudden movement catches you by surprise.

Swiftly, Aemond grasped the wine, chugging it effortlessly before tossing it aside, the glass shattering absorbed by the noisy environment of the celebration and the city sound. Frozen, you widened your eyes, and your mouth gapes open.

The Prince was attempting baiting you into breaking the silence, yet here you were, still hushed. Stepping closer, the Prince grazed a hand against your flushed cheeks and jawline, and now you start to violently tremble.

“So you are indeed afraid,” Aemond now smiled as he spoke, and you could not help but notice a wickedness behind it. Your false confidence had crumbled, and you felt like you were sweating profusely. Prince Aemond still continued to caress your face gently, with his rough hands, which felt cool against your boiling skin. His face was now a breath away, and his voice lowered as he spoke.

“I don’t mind though. In fact, I do believe some fear is healthy, helps people know their place” the Targaryen pauses for a moment, his fingers now exploring your lips. At this, you jerk and you bite down, hard. If it hurt, the Prince did not show his reaction, but merely jumped and glanced at his index and middle finger, which against the moonlight had a crimson glisten. Though this happened on impulse, you were in a state of shock for a moment, staring at the Prince’s hand.

When you realised how fucked you were, you tried to sprint, but failed to, as a hand shot up against your throat tightly.

“No. Behave.” Aemond drawled out slowly, his face touching yours’s. You could smell the wine in his breath, and there was rabid look in his eye. Though you felt faint, and you thought your voice would fail you. Luckily, you felt a survival instinct rush through you. You never doubted that the Prince was dangerous, but at that moment, you truly felt at peril.

Looking at his violet eye, you spoke back, your voice throaty due to the constriction. You also gently wrap your hands around his right hand, in hope that he may release it. Tears began escaping your eyes, and they slid down to Aemond’s hand. As they did, his smile only grew more fervent, and his eye become completely dilated.

“Why should I?” You weakly respond. Your mind was blank, and you had no clue what to say.

“That is an odd apology.” The Prince responded back, grinning. “I am sorry, my Prince. I am sorry for harming you.” He says mockingly.

“You do not want an apology.” You say. Tears continue streaming, though slower now.

“I don’t? Then pray tell, what do I want? I did not realise that you knew me so well, little lamb.” You did not miss the demeaning nickname, spoken with a mocking tone.

“No. You want to control me, that is what you men always want.”

Aemond smiled cruelly, lowering his gaze. “Us men, huh? You sure do seem well acquainted with the wants of men.”

The Prince’s implication was deafening, and his other hand suddenly grabbed hold of your waist, firmly but not painfully. You felt ashamed, and angry that the Prince had made you felt this way. Taking many rapid shallow breaths, you spoke harshly.

“You are vile and cruel.” Your hands now try to push against his chest, but fail. “If you intend to violate me, just do it already. Were you not taught by your Queen mother to not play with your food.”

At the mention of his mother, Aemond smile dropped, and so did his hand from your throat. The mention of Queen Alicent had broken his fervent fantasy, and he was brought back to reality. He was grateful that he had planted a knight to monitor the door and ensure no interruption, but he was not prepared to end his folly so promptly. The Prince had enjoyed this little game, and the most fun he has had in a long while, at least since the war ended with the demise of his not so dear half-sister and other kin. Yes, he was not ready for the folly to end just yet, and you had proven to be very entertaining indeed.

Though with one of his arms still around you, Aemond slightly distanced himself, and ran his free hand through your hair, as if you were a pet. Your brown hair was soft, and Aemond loved how he could sense a sweet earthy scent from it. You jump at this, and try to shove his hand away, but suddenly realise that they are clasped behind you, against your waist.

“You will not be violated, you are a noblewoman after all,” he says cryptically, smiling. “And why would I, when I prefer my women to submit on their own accord.”

“I am not yours.” You respond, your voice high and indignant.

With a mean laugh, Aemond responds. “Well-read people are supposed to be clever, are they not? Because you seem to misunderstand your position.” The Prince pulls you in crushingly, and now, you feel like you cannot breathe.

“Though you are a noble lady, I am a Prince.” He says sharply, every breath like a dagger slashing against the air. “By birthright, I can do as I please, and if I decide that you are mine, there is little you can do.”

“But as I said, I am not yours.”

Smirking, Aemond let you go. You were upset and angry, blinded by your emotion, and Aemond lived for your stubbornness. It drove him mad, in the best way possible.

“We’ll see about that.”

With that, the young Prince left, and as soon as you were alone, you crumbled onto the ground, hysterically upset and ventilating. After what felt like an eternity, a hand gently touched your shoulder, which scared you, causing you to scream.

Looking up, a knight profusely apologised. “My Lady, I sincerely apologise. Please do not be frightened.” You back yourself against the balcony railing, crawling away from him.

“Please, let me escort you to your quarters.” He says, keeping his distance. You were unsure whether you could trust him, and stared at him wide-eyed, trembling and hiccuping. Though the knight felt sympathy towards you, he had to follow orders, as it was his head on the line, not yours.

“Please. I have been instructed by Prince Aemond to do so.”

At this, you panic completely, and wrap your arms around yourself, beginning to shiver even more profusely. You feel frozen in place, and feel incredibly faint. Closing your eyes, you try to will away this nightmare of an evening. For a moment, you believe it to be a dream, and you wonder whether actually it was, as your consciousness escapes you. In the background, you hear some voices and a heavy sigh, and you feel yourself carried away. You are unable to distinguish reality, and as you toss, you are met with a strong chest and shushing.

When you wake, you feel incredibly congested. It takes a few moments for your blurry vision to clear, and as you look around, you are relieved to be in your guest chambers at the Keep. That was truly one awful nightmare. Your head is pounding, and you come to the conclusion that you must avoid wine. It affects you too much, evidently.

You see that you are still dressed in last night’s attire, and go to your bedroom’s private lavatory to refresh and prepare yourself for the day ahead. You put on a cream silk gown, light for the humid daytime weather. What is on today’s itinerary? Better to confirm with mother.

As you stroll into the modest living area, you are shocked to see Queen Alicent and Queen Helaena, sat with your mother, having tea. Your brother, who is normally noisy as an elephant, is absent from the room.

“And she finally wakes.” Your mother dramatically states, though you can hear a masked tightness in her tone.

You immediately bow before the Queens, very low, greeting everyone in the room, hoping that your shock is not visible, and that they take no offense. You are confused about what was happening entirely, until you remember your nightmare. Not a nightmare? Your heart begins to race.

“Please, sit.” A song-like voice speaks, and you realise that it is Queen Helaena who spoke, her voice mesmerising. You felt enchanted, and found yourself seated without second thought. You smile nervously, feeling inadequate next to such a beautiful person like her.

Despite your aloofness, Helaena launches into conversation, talking about how glad we found ourselves in attendance of the Summer Solstice Festival. Snapping yourself to sense, you attempt to begin conversation, understanding the importance of having the Queens in your company. Well versed in the Faith of the Seven and its history, you proceed to begin conversation about the theological origins of the Festival, and how it all began with followers committing sacrifices and offerings to the Mother Above, in hopes of prosperous harvests. “We soon understood the grander the offerings and showcases, the more blessed are the blessings.” The young Queen completely enraptured as you spoke, which relieved Alicent. Yes, my Aemond was correct. This would be ideal, the Queen thought.

In a kind, yet commandeering voice, Queen Alicent spoke as you finished. “I do not mean to deviate, sweet child. We were just speaking about this with your mother earlier, prior to your wake.”

The Queen took hold of your hands with two of hers, smiling whilst maintaining firm eye contact with you. It felt very familiar and comforting. In the corner of your eye, you see your mother’s face, and realise that there is fear in her. This spikes your anxiety.

“My dear, you are exactly the type of lady my dear Helaena needs as a companion. How do you feel about prolonging your stay at King’s Landing?”

Queen Alicent framed the proposal as a question, but you know that this is far from a request. You sincerely wish it had been, as right now, you recognise the danger ahead of you, yet again.

Taking a deep breath and summoning your voice, you respond, with fabricated joy.

“It would be an honour, my Queens.”

Hope you enjoyed my incredibly self-indulgent imagine!

I have been rotting my brain with Aemond Targaryen fanfiction for weeks and decided to take one for the team and write a fanfic myself. I do not claim to be a writer, but I also may continue writing more chapters, depending on my mental stability (the worse it gets, the more likely I am to write).

I have also posted this on AO3, incase you prefer that platform

– Chapter 2

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izfrogzy · 21 days

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What if…..Aemond never lost his eye 💚💎🥵💎🖤

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut#asoiaf #ewan mitchell #house of the dragon #ai image #ai generated

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liv-cole · 11 days

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Alicole and their two boys

#ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #criston cole #fabien frankel #aegon ii targaryen #alicent hightower #olivia cooke #tom glynn carney #house of the dragon #hotd #alicole #I will not stop posting the same images

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angelamcss · 1 year

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Aemond Targaryen | 1.08

#hotd #hotdedit #aemond targaryen #aemondtargaryensource #aemondtargaryenedit #targaryensource #house of the dragon #myedits #flashing image

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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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I think that Alicent drilled Aemond on courting when he was young.

She teaches him about love and care and that a husband should not tolerate his wife, he should cherish her. Aemond is perceptive enough to see the way his father waves off his mother’s concern. The sight of her, the only one to defend him after losing his eye is one that will stick with his for the rest of his life. He promises her that when the time comes and she chooses a match for him, he will be a faithful and loving husband as the Gods (and his mother) intends.

When it happens and you are named his betrothed you’re....unsettled.

Not because of his eye. Gods no, you think its beautiful and captivating just like the rest of him. What worries you is that your soon-to-be-husband is...robotic.

He bows his head and kisses your hand upon introduction. Calls you “my lady” accompanies you to court and walks through the garden, but its all too rehearsed and empty.

Each move of his hand and word from his mouth sounds as if it has been practice several times over with no emotion behind it. There’s no care within them, only precision. You beleive he’s bored of you. A man of his status has no desire for a wife, only bitter obligation.

But that isn’t right.

The truth isn’t that Aemond is cruel or cold to you. He’s inexperienced.

He is the king’s son, but he hides a vicious scar on his face that ladies of the court whisper when they think he cannot hear them. He knows more of swordsmanship and philosophy than he could ever dream to know about women.

So when you curtsy and call him “lord husband” he goes silent. He doesn’t know how to respond to you, eyes grazing over his face without fear or disgust but instead curiosity. He falls back on the lessons he had with his mother, of how a man should address a woman and where his hand should lay on your waist never too high and never too low so as to not draw foul rumors to your name.

All he can hope is that some day he may address you properly without feeling like his mouth is full of cotton and his hands will cease to shake.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #also the sweetest image: young aemond sitting during a lesson as his mother explains courting to him #hotd #house of the dragon #tagging so it doesnt flood the dash of my moots that do not care for this show

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bietrofastimoff23 · 18 days

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Aegon has such a strong aura of a big brother who will be the main instigator of jokes on you, but who will also be the main defender of the family and take them under his responsibility for them when the situation escalates (the incident with the eye, the fight at dinner, revenge for Jaehaerys, the release of Alicent from captivity, etc.).

Aegon is the type of person who is mistakenly underestimated and does not consider him any threat, and for this mistake the enemies pay in full.

#aegon ii targaryen #team green #hotd #house of the dragon #my post #[ tbh because of his image as a frivolous drunk #even his family couldn't see his potential #Alicent had pinned her hopes on Aemond #but Aegon became the son who saved her. ]

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rosalinesurvived · 1 year

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HOTD 1x07 was where I knew I would be Team Hightower forever. Team Green. I wanted to get my opinions out about That Scene.

Lest we forget, Aegon and Helaena were in the room there. Aemond's eye had been ripped out and nobody gave a fuck. Those children watched their mother, the Queen of Westeros be forced to cry and beg their father for some sort of justice, beg for their Father to give a shit once in their lives. Those three were confronted with the fact that their father not only let the one who ripped out Aemond's eye go free but defend their older sister's mistakes. They had to listen as he threatened to rip out the tongue of people who spoke the truth. The king of Westeros would mute people, his own family who spoke the truth. Imagine what his children would've thought of that? What would Aemond think, who refused to rat on his mother? What would Aegon, with alcoholism already, who had just been blamed by Aemond, screamed at by Viseys and slapped by Alicent think, after he too showed a brother's solidarity for the first time and also refused to tell on her?

For the first time we see a correlation between the Green brothers for their traumatised, gaslit mother against the king in the face of this Injustice. They alongside Helaena realised that in this world they could only trust themselves, as they watched the proof of their mother willingly drawing blood from the Princess for her children. Aemond's step into power here and his calmness sets the way for his role as the family's protector in the future, comforting his mother after she fought for him. You could feel that this was the moment the Green Siblings stepped away from their childhoods, however unwillingly.

#this probably makes no sense #im filled with emotion over them they make me sick #they love each other and they hate each other and theyre the reason their lives are ruined but theyre the only ones who care for each other #their family roles are so wack though like #otto's the grandfather but he's the conspirator and manager so hes almost another father #like his and alicent's fight for aegon in 9 also felt like a marriage spat over their son #aegon and helaena are siblings and married obviously so thats weird and freaky and they have kids #aemond was shoved into maturity too early and hes more ridgid so hes almost like the older brother but also the protector as he has vhagar #and is a master swordsman mirroring criston #and criston and alicent are the image of courtly love and clearly dear to aemond and halaena #hotd #house of the dragon #team green #pro team green #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #pro alicent hightower #anti viserys i targaryen #otto hightower #helaena targaryen #anti rhaenyra stans #anti rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra stans dni

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myfandomprompts · 4 months

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Hi, would you be willing to do any more Headcanons with Ewan's characters?

I thought about something like this, how each of Ewan's characters would react and act if he (the character) really liked the reader (I mean on a level of suffering for love), but the reader didn't reciprocate those feelings.

Hi anon! Of course, here we go:

Unreciprocated Love reaction - Ewanverse Headcanons

Abraham:

He had set his eyes on you, it would be easy winning you over. But he hadn't expected the reader to refuse him, and he hadn't expected his infatuation to develop into extreme fixation. Suddenly when you're not around, he needs to know where you are, what you’re doing, with who. He hates not knowing. You don’t like him? Then maybe he’ll make you see that he is the only one for you.

Aemond:

He does not often fall in love, and he doesn't accept failure, so he must be certain his feelings are reciprocated. When it's clear it's not, he bids his time, denies his enragement to the world and waits for you to have no choice but to fall in his arms. You will eventually, he is sure of it, he had never stepped down to a challenge, and you're the greatest of them all, he needs to have you.

Billy Taylor:

Is sullen for months. It had taken so much time for him to gather the courage to confess, to tell you how much he cares about you. And it was all for disappointment. He doesn’t think his young heart can take it, and he doesn’t think it will ever heal either. Starts to pick up things you leave behind to collect them, because it reminds him of you.

Billy Washington:

Absolutely crushed. But he isn't even surprised, he never had any luck in life, so having someone like you love him back would have been too good to be true. He tells himself he will be fine, get over it, but it doesn’t. It hurts when he learns you’ve gone out with one of his friends two days after he confessed and it hurts more that he has to see you everyday. He starts to be mean to his friend, real mean and soon he is afraid he’ll lose it in front of you. He can’t stand it.

Ettore:

He doesn’t really understand the feeling, this sensation in his stomach when he looks at you but he knows he wants more. He has to obey his body, because it feels so good, and refusal is not an option. He won’t get angry, he won’t be violent, but he will stalk, and he will watch. At first. Then it’s just you and your incessant habit to ignore him and he can’t take it anymore. He has to do something about it. He’s just not sure you’ll like it.

Genyen:

He knows his flirting technique isn’t perfect, but he at least expected something, some semblance of interest. Not indifference on your part and then complete avoidance. He admits that hooking up with one of their friends out of spite was not one his smartest moves, but at least he discovered from the jealous expression on your face that you might care after all. He’ll make you regret it at some level.

Michael Gavey:

He knows there is no chance you like him back, no chance you would even consider it. But he can't help but ask one day. He had to, it drove him crazy: how he thinks about you every single hour of the day as well as during his waking hours at night, how every time he sees you he has a cold sweat. It falters his focus far more than he allows himself to, and he has to do something about it. But the rejection hurt more than any others, and now he just has to try and not being a fucking creep about you until he finished uni. Easier said than done.

Osferth:

He doesn’t even know what to answer to Finan and Sithric when they ask him why he is sad all the time. How could he admit that it’s because he had suffered the greatest heartbreak of his life? How can he explain that he doesn’t feel like he couldn't live happily if he does not see you everyday, get to be close to you, talk to you. He wishes he could forget you ever existed. Maybe God will grant him this wish. But it's just a silly hope, and he is cursed to watch you from afar.

Tom Bennett:

Pretend he would get over it soon. Tells himself that you were "too good" for him anyway. But then time passes and he doesn't feel like this for anyone else but you, so he starts to unconsciously live his life around you. He thinks he will grow out of it eventually, but it doesn't. The disappointment makes him crave for what he would have had if he was with you, but despite the frustration he doesn't let it bring him down. Tom Bennett is never discouraged after all, and he will continue being his charming self with you whenever he can.

Will:

He tries. He really tries to let go and move on but knowing you don't feel the same is gnawing at him. Eventually he starts to feel angry, all the time and he blames you first, then himself. You were so nice to him, and now you act cold and distant. Soon there is only one thought in his head: he has to fix it.

#ewan mitchell #will salad days #headcanon #prompts #ewan nation #ewanverse #abraham grantchester #aemond targaryen #michael gavey #billy washington #billy taylor #tom bennett #genyen #genyen bbc #bbc doctors #don't mind the images i'm just having fun #headcanons

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apricia · 1 year

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Masterlist // For ever by your side // Aemond Targaryen x reader

Prolog - Alyssa Targaryen, Second of her name

Chapter 1 - In need of a dragon

Chapter 2 - About bastards and whores

Chapter 3 - Words cut deeper than knifes

Chapter 4 - Parent’s concerns

Chapter 5 - New Friends, old Desires

Chapter 6 - The Matters of Driftmark

Chapter 7 - Reunion with old friends

Chapter 8 - A queen‘s punishment, a mother‘s love

Chapter 9 - Old habits

Chapter 10 - Loose tongues, empty promises

Chapter 11 - Announced engagements and heated tempers

Chapter 12 - Apologies and open hearts

Chapter 13 - Dangerous Amends

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-𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖀𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖊

Synopsis: Aemond has been sent to find his granddaughter, in the middle of the night! Warning: Incest; possessive;(soft) brat kink; SMUT; NSFW ---------------------------------------------- It was the middle of the night and along the path that led to the village of Westrose, there was Aemond who with his black steed with thick hair, were traveling that road in search of his niece, who was no longer at the castle for just over a few hours. Finally the young prince wearing a robe with a hood came to the village, tethered his steed to the side of the village entrance warm, because of the illuminations and people dancing, getting drunk, gambling and you could even glimpse, of couples in the middle of a sexual act;

he wasted no time when the young man was harassed by two prostitutes, a male who promised him divine experiences and the woman who told him that if he went with her, she would take him to see the seven gods!

<<Let me pass!>> he said in a cold voice and his temper was also icy, on the other hand it was his nature to always be icy and cold! The prostitutes were embittered, but on the other hand they were used to having similar behaviors from people; without remorse Aemond resumed his search for his niece; she was renowned for being a fairly open person, not very disciplined, who loved the freedom of the world, and hated being a princess locked up 24/7 inside a luxurious palace. As he went further and further, the number of people increased; continuing at this pace, he arrived at the square where there was a large wooden slab where belly dancers danced on it

Bodies with abundant and not abundant curves, which with their movements could enchant anyone, those curves and sinuous and sensual movements, lust but also the joy in expressing oneself by dancing transpired from them, a dance full of sensuality but also of happiness and joy . In the middle of the slab it was possible to notice a mane with long white hair, so long that it reached up to his bottom, it seemed made of shiny silk, although it was visually splendid and soft. "There she is," thought Aemond.

In his rough way, Aemond waded into the fray and forcefully took his niece's arm and dragged her away from the slab; the girl didn't seem to react at first, but when she turned around and saw who it was and what was going on, she became furious and was trying to wriggle out of his grip in every way, looking like a wild young filly. <<Let me go, uncle! I told you to let go of this fucking grip!>>she yelled, but he paid no attention

"Do you know what the fuck time it is?! it's time to stop doing your usual little girly shit and act like a princess, and you can't come here at this hour!>>Aemond's head whipped around towards her, and his face was full of anger, his eyebrows were furrowed, while his one eye was wide open, you didn't need the other eye to cause concern, that alone was enough; only from that could his anger be seen, through his glacial eye <<You are angry?>> Visenya looked down, she was scared and sorry for his behavior, he didn't like it when his uncle scared him so, she always felt uncomfortable almost disappointed in his presence when he behaved like this… Aemond didn't answer and turned away, still yanking his niece towards the exit that wasn't very close to them. Visenya's arm started to ache... <<Aemond…let go, you're hurting me, I won't run away, I promise>> said Visenya Without doubting Aemond aware of the too much force he had put on the girl's arm, I immediately loosened my grip, but it was too loose that Visenya escaped from his clutches. ''Holy sh-'' With a skilful shot he chased his niece, it wasn't easy to catch her, the young woman was rather plump but had muscles in her legs, which allowed her to have a fairly fast run.

the race was slowly becoming more and more exhausting, Visenya was trudging so to the first barn she saw, she darted into it, hiding behind a giant accumulation of pairs; lying down on a bed also made of the same material as the accumulation of pairs.

exhausted by running, she lay dead weight on it, hoping not to be found by her uncle. Aemond couldn't find her anymore, for the first time a feeling of panic hid inside him; thinking about how many punishments he would have had if he hadn't found her. Or to the millions of problems that her mysterious disappearance would cause, the people loved her, and would like her to become the future queen, for this Aemond must find her at all costs, for the kingdom.

without thinking he entered the barn in which his niece had entered, the place gave off her perfume

<<I know you're here, Visenya, show yourself!>> He was calling her back, even though he was looking for her everywhere, inside that place. He finally reached the place where Visenya was hidden, and there he could see the candor and sensuality of his niece...

her green, almond-shaped eyes looking at him with that innocent look, her heart-shaped mouth, half open with surprise at having been found; her curvy body, her slender legs....

An intense heat slowly built inside Aemond

<<Visenya, get up...and come- let's go!>>

Visenya shook her head as she pulled back

The young man kneeling in front of her was surprised by her audacity and the sensation she was experiencing; enjoying the moment he threw his head back, while being caressed by the young woman, he gave out soft moans, he wanted to keep himself composed even in that intimate moment, he didn't want to sin of virilityAemond was more and more fascinated, his member felt it, he felt he was going crazy... the tissue that trapped him was becoming more and more tight and annoying.. ''Fuck..'' even her thoughts were reeling with lust Aemond closed his eyes inhaling all the air he could, letting it out two minutes later, he had to calm down, but he felt the young girl caressing the inside of his thigh "What are you doing, brat- Visenya's hands were climbing more and more, until they reached Aemond's covered linguine... <<If you don't stop, the fire will burn you>>Aemond said <<Eh..then burn me, under this pair, let's create hell inside this barn>> she answered longing for Aemond. Aemond quickly lowered himself joining his lips on those of the young woman, in a hungry kiss, he was in need of her attention, that attention he had craved since time immemorial, his member was bursting with the desire he had for his Visenya, always the defined as hers even if she was unaware, wherever she went, she had her icy shadow, watching her, longing for her, protecting her. the kiss grew more and more fierce, adding their tongues from both sides, a kiss that became red-hot; Aemond wanted her and without thinking twice, he took both sides of the corset she was holding and forcefully split the corset, ripping the dress underneath; revealing the curves of her young, soft curves, almost milky white skin; her body in Aemond's eyes was perfect, her small breasts were grabbed and licked by the young man; the small nipple of the left breast was meticulously licked by his long and wet tongue. Making the girl moan, her repeated moans were like choirs of angels to Aemond... Visenya's hands were helping her uncle strip off the clothes he was wearing, leaving him shortly thereafter naked; his body was lean and muscular, but not too much, he wasn't excessively full of scars, but these little accessories made a bad impression on him, made him a fascinating man in the eyes of the girl. The hands that were previously busy stripping him were now busy on the young man's modest member, caressing and giving him pleasure. The young man kneeling in front of her was surprised by her audacity and the sensation she was experiencing; enjoying the moment he threw his head back, while being caressed by the young woman, he gave out soft moans, he wanted to keep himself composed even in that intimate moment, he didn't want to sin of virility

Aemond's hips started moving towards the girl, he wanted to feel more pleasure.

<<I want to hear you, Aemond, come to me>>

The young man didn't have to repeat it, he grabbed the girl's legs and dragged her upwards, bringing her close to his virility, eager. He entered her with such slowness as to send her to the gallows, he wanted to make every inch of himself felt inside her; the young woman was moaning, her moans were driving Aemond crazy and from there the inferno lit up, Aemond began to give decisive and repeated jabs, the young woman's body was slammed back and forth, their pleasure was increasing greatly , Aemond's composure had become nothing, his soft moans were making themselves heard, a chorus of moans could be heard inside that barn. Movements of hips more and more animalistic was giving, the young man felt his heart explode from the pleasure that the girl's flesh gave him. More and more he wanted the girl, he loved the young man's member inside her, he loved how he was giving it to her Aemond and Visenya were almost at their climax, the two mouths that had parted, reunited, as his hands returned to her small breasts, squeezing and releasing, moving it from side to side, as the movements of boy they became less and less until the last jab she gave him was so decisive and dry that it made the young girl's eyes widen, making her gasp.... Aemond's orgasm poured out onto the pair that was next to her body; while Visenya's climax was heard by a scream of pleasure… ----------------------------------------- The bodies lay side by side, sleeping, and weary from the sexual intercourse they've just had.

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Little Lamb - Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Chapter 4)

Aemond Targaryen x You – Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Word count: 2671 words

Summary: As a maiden of a noble house, it is your duty to wed well. But how will you manage to, with a curious and possessive Prince in the picture?

WARNINGS: Angst, misogynistic behaviour (quite sexist), dubious consent

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Chapter 4: Morning Sins

From a young age, you were taught that lives are like candle flames, easily snuffed out by errant winds. You were also taught by the Septons back home that sinners who do not repent their transgressions are sent to the Seven Hells, but you could not bring yourself to feel regret or desire atonement for your wrongdoing.

Here you were, alone in bed with a man you were unmarried to. And worst of all, you did not feel afraid or forced, but worryingly, almost at peace. Wrapped in warmth, you found yourself in a dangerous position, with the Prince Aemond bare-chested, holding you tightly while asleep, still and discreet. You watched his bare chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, and when you looked up at his face, you could not help but flush.

There was something so tragically beautiful about his features. You could not help but find his scar handsome, as it seeped beyond the confides of his black leather eye patch. It did not ruin his countenance, but rather made it bewitching. When you first laid, he refused to remove the covering, and you could not help but feel culpable, for you knew that he kept it on for your benefit. He was here trying to make you feel at ease, meanwhile you were here trying to distract him from murdering a person in cold blood.

Although you went to bed late and you were tired, you still woke early, as you always do. The chirping of nuthatch birds before dawn wakes you every morning, and today was no exception. Now, you contemplated how to proceed.

His Grace laid so gently, and you did not have the heart to wake him from his peaceful sleep. Instead, you watched him and tried to muster the will to remove yourself. It had proven to be a difficult task.

The room was still dark, and you were dressed in the previous nights attire. You were not ready to don your evening wear in front of the Prince, and he did not acknowledge the matter either. Your corset, though loose, was still constraining, and you felt sweaty, ready to change into something cleaner.

Carefully, you try to pull an arm of his away. The hold on you only tightened, and you feel a face burrow into your neck. His nose pressed onto a sensitive spot, breathing in deeply, making you sharply draw your breath. A voice mumbles into your ear.

“Sleep.”

“I cannot.”

“Why can’t you try?” His morning voice rasped, and you felt your resolve begin to slip.

Nevertheless, you had your duties, and you knew that you could not stay here forever. You tried again to push yourself up but failed once more, for the hold on you tightened further. His face shifted, and you felt warm lips press on your head.

“Stay, I command it,” Prince Aemond says, his voice lacking its usual authority.

“You know that I cannot, that we cannot.” You argue again, tilting your own face up to confront his. It felt intimate when your eyes met, and your resolve weakened further.

“It is treason to not listen to my orders.” He smiled as he spoke, his breath bating against your face. As you breathed, you could not stop from inhaling his. Tightening his grip and pressing his face against your hair, he hummed, holding you in place. Yes, you felt at peace, but you knew that it could not last.

“It is also treason for me to be here with you.” You weakly argue.

“No, it is not. You are serving the Crown, as you should.” His speech vibrates against your head, and he presses his firm body closer onto yours. You thought you might slip into delirium, yet did not, your innate stubbornness forcing through.

“It is, because it means that I am not with your family, serving them as I should.”

Sighing, the Prince lifted himself and partially released his grip on you. He still held you loosely though.

“I could arrange for someone else to complete your duties, you know,” he says nonchalantly. You frown in response, ignoring him, and pull yourself away. As you do, a chill creeps in.

While walking to your wardrobe, you feel his eye watching you attentively. Again, you ignore it, and begin to choose your attire. Turning around, your eyes meet his, gleaming with mischievousness. Impulsively, you speak in a demanding tone.

“Close your eye or turn around. I must change.” You pause for a moment, and quickly glance back at him, slightly bowing your head. “Your Grace.” This garners an endearing grin on his face.

You knew that logically, you should have gone to the washroom, but you also knew that if Aemond did not respect your request now, he would not have respected your privacy while changing there either. However, you also did not want to know whether he would actually heed your request, so you quickly turned back once more to change, trusting him despite instinct. You ignored pestering feelings of uneasiness.

Once changed, you turn back around, and see that the Prince had actually listened to you. Though the room is still dim, you can see his eye shut. You remained silent, out of nervousness perhaps, and watched him for a moment. Next to him, on your wooden bedside table, an object catches your eye: your hairbrush, which almost glistened in the dark. Instinctively, you touch your hair and realise how tangled it is. Your hair felt like a bird’s nest, and you internally groan.

Once again, logically, you should have informed the Prince that you were approaching towards him only to collect your belongings. Blaming sleep deprivation, you impulsively approach your bedside table, stepping lightly, and grab your brush, foolishly forgetting the Prince’s presence, which was an error on your part. His eye was still shut.

As you leaned down to grab the brush, you feel the chain around your neck tugged strongly from the side. Caught off balance, you feel yourself tilted to your right, and find yourself leaning over the Prince, who was sat upright with a smug smile. Before you realise, you are tugged forward once more, and the Prince pushes himself forward, so that your lips met. As your lips connect, Prince Aemond relinquishes the hold on your necklace, and positions a hand on your waist, holding you upright.

Shocked and wide eyed, you try to pull yourself away, but feel a hand roughly press against the base of your neck, pushing you back forward, and you are forced to kiss the Prince harder.

You hesitate at first, but the room has been uncharacteristically cold, meanwhile Aemond happened to be pleasantly warm. Without meaning, you found yourself melting into his lips, and your eyes fluttered shut. Your hands proceeded to move of their own volition, gliding through the Prince’s hair. As you combed through the soft strands, Prince Aemond releases a moan, and he quivers under your touch.

Instinctively, you pull on his hair, and in response, the Prince harshly bites on your lower lip. You let out a small cry, and as your mouth opens, the cruel Prince seizes it with his tongue, startling you back to your senses. This was beyond improper, and even more appalling was how you were practically falling to pieces with only a kiss. You tried pulling back from Aemond, but again, he pushed against the back of your neck. This time, however, you did not yield. Pulling a hand from his hair, you severely slap the Prince’s cheek.

The slap was hard and its sound echoed through the otherwise silent room. Fear possessed you, and by this point, you had found yourself straddling the Prince without intending to, except now that you had pulled away, you were just sat on his stomach, above him. You were frozen in fear, staring at his face, open mouthed, waiting for his rage to manifest.

But it did not. Instead, the rabid glint in the Prince’s violet eye resurfaced. Dramatically rubbing his cheek where you slapped him, the Prince appeared far from provoked. Rather, there was a look in his face that you could not understand, and his wicked smirk returned.

You knew that Prince Aemond was agile, but his speed never failed to take you by surprise. One moment you were staring down at him, and the next, you found yourself beneath him. The Prince had swiftly pulled you by the waist and flipped you over, pinning your wrists by your side. With a mischievous glint in his eye, the blonde hunched his back, leaning towards you, and he coarsely began whispering, sounding like a madman.

“When I slayed my first bastard nephew, my mother wept, declaring that I was cursed.”

You winced as he spoke, because truthfully, you believed the same. As a religious and family-orientated woman, you consider kinslaying to be one of the most egregious acts fathomable to commit, and this topic brought you great discomfort. You are unnecessarily reminded of how dangerous the Prince Aemond is, once more.

Letting go of a wrist, Aemond moved one of his hands to your hair, tucking a stray strand behind your ear, before gently caressing the side of your face. Your breathing had become rapid due to fear, but you still maintained eye contact with the Prince, in an attempt to convince him otherwise.

“I never did believe it. I have never been devout like that.”

The Prince leaned down to you, pressing his nose against your chest, taking a deep breath before trailing gentle kisses across. You could have sworn that he could feel your heart, for it was racing faster than it had ever before.

“You make me doubt myself otherwise, for how can I not be cursed, when you have become the bane of my existence, having done nothing to have earned it, but by simply existing in my proximity?”

As the Prince spoke, you shivered, and for a brief moment, you wondered whether he was going to actually kill you, because in contrast with his almost loving words, the hateful ferocity in his voice was evident more than ever before. But surely, if he had wanted to kill you, he would have done it by now. So, you try to summon what little bravery you have and attempt to sit up, ignoring his proclamation.

“You missed your calling as a poet, my Prince.”

Similarly, the one-eyed Prince chose to ignore both your words and action, opting instead to pin you down with his body weight. What you felt below was like nothing you have ever known before. Practically crushing you, the Prince continued.

“Tell me, my Lady. How have you managed to garner my devotion? Why is it you that made me pious for the first time in my life?” Your face flushes at his admission, and you feel more embarrassed than you had ever in your life.

As you stared at the Prince Aemond, you realised that his eye began to glow, not due to his fervour, but because dawn had broken, and sunlight began seeping into your room. You did not know what to do with his romantic edict, so you opted to disregard it.

Collecting your hands, you try pushing him away with all of your might. When the Prince finally rolls over, it was not because of your strength, but your adamancy. Quickly picking yourself up, you see the forgotten hairbrush and briskly sweep it through your curls.

“You are ridiculous.” You chime.

“Evidently ridiculous only for you.”

Aemond turned on his side, holding himself up with one of his arms, observing you as you stood brushing your locks, as if you were a street performance.

Exasperatingly sighing out loud, you set your hairbrush down and head towards the doorway. Glancing back at him, you open your mouth, but then clasp it shut. What could you say? Please leave my room discretely? Tell no one about this? Even if he were to keep this night a secret, you had no doubt that even if the Keep’s population had not already thought you his paramour, they would now. You were not oblivious to the spies infested at court, and there was nothing that you could do. Again, you were powerless. The only protection you had now was by being in the good graces of the Targaryen family, and not only Prince Aemond.

Collecting your gown and what little dignity left, you step out of the room wordlessly.

Your breath escaped you as you sprinted off to the Kitchens. You knew that you were incredibly late, and hoped that as normal, the Targaryens would not wake too early for breakfast. You tended to err on the side of caution and always prepared the table spread as early as possible. As you entered the Royal Kitchens, some servants looked up at you in surprise, and a cook that you were normally courteous with jested about your late wake. Though nerves possessed you, you tried to remain lighthearted and attempted to chatter with them as you normally do.

What you did not expect though, was an unsettling encounter with Lord Larys Strong, a man who you tended to avoid at court. You felt guilt for being judgmental, but there was something off-putting about his presence, and you sincerely hoped that it was not solely due to his twisted foot.

Since your arrival at the Red Keep, you have noticed Lord Strong’s lingering stare quite a few times, but it was generally easy to brush it off, for you had noticed he tended to do the same to Queen Alicent and the rest of the Royal Family (in addition to some other noble people at court). He also served the in King Aegon’s small council, so perhaps his actions were warranted.

He also never attempted to speak to you, that is until now.

“My Lady,” you hear a voice as you leave the Kitchens. Holding a heavy tray with many plates and cutlery, you slowly turn, maintaining balance.

“Good morning, Lord Strong.” You greet back, bowing slightly. You realise that the man had been leaning against the wall of the empty hallway as if waiting for you, and he looked like he was ready to begin a conversation.

“Please pardon me, but I have lots to do and very little time unfortunately.” Briefly bowing again, you turn around to continue on, hoping he did not consider you disrespectful. However, you pause as you hear a loud stomp. Turning back around, you see his Lordship slowly stepping towards you, supported by a mighty wooden staff.

“I know that it is difficult.”

Your brows furrow, as you stop to properly face the spindly man. Seeing your confusion, he continues, with an odd, cryptic tone.

“I have carried enough secrets in my life to recognise the burden. The Keep can be quite isolating. If you ever require someone to share the burden with, I am here.”

You were perplexed by him, and realised that your face showed exactly that. Slightly shaking yourself, you forced a smile and bowed once again. You also notice him glance down at the ground persistently, which strikes you as slightly odd.

“Thank you, my Lord. That is very generous, but unnecessary. I am a book open for anyone, and lack any burden to share. Please excuse me.” You try to leave again, but Lord Strong manages to speak before you do, in an almost patronising tone.

“There are many concerning characters in the castle, and intentions are often concealed. I offer you my confidence only because you may find need for it, as secrets always come to light.” His gaze then moves to your chest, lingering there for a moment too long, and your stomach turns.

“That is a beautiful necklace, my Lady, you suit it well.”

With a tight smile, you turn around and insincerely respond, before fleeing. “Thank you, Lord Strong, truly.” As you walk away, you can feel the spindly man’s burning stare.

Author’s Note: I actually have the next chapter completed and will be posting it after the season finale releases 👼🏼 My weekend plans got cancelled so I had some free time and drafted a really long chapter, but decided to split it in two – As always, I hope that you enjoyed! Things are pretty chill atm but will bump up in the next chapter :)

– Chapter 5

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