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[cosmoeticss]

Haven’t I Been Good to You? | Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader (18+)

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Words: 2K

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!Neice!Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), good old fashioned targcest, p n v, overall bad writing because I haven’t properly written in so long

Note: Reader is Rhaenyra’s heir/eldest daughter and the argument takes place after the dinner scene. I tried not to use any physical descriptors but those gorgeous targaryen platinum locks so I hope thats okay and you enjoy. Literally crawling in my skin right now because I’m about to post this, existing is an embarrassment, if you see this ily thank you for reading.

part two

Aemond was anything but cooled off when he returned to his marital chambers that night. He bound into the room, his displeasure from the night clear in his body language and his labored breathing. His wife sat stoically in front of her vanity, clad in only her night dress as she combed through the length of her silky, silver curls.

Aemond stared her down in disbelief as she barely acknowledged him. How could she honestly be angry with him? It was her bastard brothers who started the disagreement, who started the rivalry to begin with, who teased him their whole childhood and took his eye that fateful night on Driftmark. And here she sat, his wife, shoulders back and proud and angry with him.

Gods, she was beautiful when she was angry. If he didn't know her so well he wouldn't be able to tell. She was so serene and regal and surprisingly calm when she was upset. He often thought of how opposite they were in that sense. He thought of how hot tempered and quick to snap he was, and how she thought everything through before it slipped from her pretty lips. He envied this about her, and yet it was what he had loved most about her as well.

Aemond couldn't help it. He broke first. "Where are the children?" He inquired, steadying himself to the best of his ability.

She hardly gave him the time of day as she answered, her eyes not leaving her own reflection. "I've settled them into bed,” she said.

The Prince furrowed his brow. "Did you not think that I would wish to bid goodnight to my sons?"

"The hour is late. They've had their fill of excitement for the day, Husband."

Husband. Not her usual 'my dearest love,' not 'my darling.' He was in trouble far more than what he had bargained for. He eyed her in disbelief. "You're truly taking their side?"

She finally turned then, vast (e/c) eyes meeting his violet one. "There is no side to be taken, Aemond,” he hated her formality when they argued, "We are a family. We're supposed to be on the same side. Did you see how pleased the poor King was to see everyone finally getting along? Our mothers finally found some common ground after all of these years and yet you ruined an otherwise pleasant night with your wounded pride."

"My wounded pride?" he spat harshly, raising his voice at her. "Did you not see the way your beloved brother laughed as they sat a roasted pig in front of me? Or have you forgotten the torment I was subject to as a child? What do you expect to me to do, (Y/N)?"

She stood then, the silk of her long night dress accentuating her rounded stomach. "You are to be the Royal Consort one day, you will be King!" she scolded him sternly, silencing him. "I expect you to be the bigger person. I expect you to act with dignity and not meet the teasing of a child with the ferocity that you did tonight!"

Aemond softened at this, turning away from her to face the burning embers of the hearth. He did not retaliate, only moving to sit in a chair placed in front of it. He gripped the arms of the seat trying to calm himself, breathing deeply.

His wife watched him carefully. "It is not fair. I know it isn't," she swallowed, her eyes glazed over as she did. "I know that it angers you that I love my family after all my brothers have done to you, after what Lucerys has taken from you and I am sorry, Aemond. I truly am."

He was silent still, eye glued to the flames before him as if they were the most important thing in the room. "I cannot keep atoning for crimes I did not commit," her voice was almost pleading as she stepped closer to him then, slowly, testing the water carefully. When he did not retaliate,  she kneeled on the floor in front of him. "I know that you would not have chosen me to wed on our own, dear husband."

Her hands reached out to take his, and he allowed it, watching down the bridge of his nose as his wife gently held his hands in her small ones and brought them both to her lips, kissing them tenderly and repeatedly. "We have been honest and good to each other in these near seven years as man and wife, though," she stated, eyes wide and pleading as she rested her chin on his knee. "Have I not been a good to you?"

"You have," Aemond's voice cracked, his eyes fluttering shut at her soft inquisition. He breathed deeply, removing one of his hands from hers and carding it through her beautiful hair. “My love.”

"I have given you my body, mind, and soul. I have given you my virtue, and my fidelity. My heart has only ever belonged to you," she whispered as her husbands tensity began to dissolve between her nimble fingers and lips. Her soft kisses continuing slowly up his arm. "I have bore you two beautiful, healthy boys. Boys that will be Kings and Warriors one day, and I carry another inside me."

The air was stolen from her as Aemond halted her pecking and surged forward, lifting her swiftly from the stone floor to straddle his lap as if she weighed nothing. She gazed down at him, moving to gently remove her husbands eye patch. He hadn't minded the action for years now, as it was a bother to wear and his pretty wife had never judged his appearance or what he had lost all those years ago. She set the patch on the end table next to them, not taking her eyes off of him as her hands slid up his shoulders and found their home at his jawline. Her thumbs moved in slow circles on his face.

"I have given you power," he whimpered at this, gripping the soft meat of her thighs. "Outside the walls of this chamber you are my equal, and one day we will rule the Seven Kingdoms side by side, however we see fit to."

"Yes," he groaned hoarsely, continuing his kneading at her thighs, sitting up to press his lips to her throat, leaving hot opened mouth kisses down her neck to the swell of her breasts as he detangled the strings of her shift, baring her supple chest to him.

"You would like that wouldn't you, My King?" Aemond growled in agreement, continuing his ravishing as she slipped her fingers to the base of his neck and weaved them into his hair, gripping it tightly. "And in this room, you will rule me as you see fit."

"If that we're true then I would bound you to our bed, little wife," he sank his teeth delicately into the flesh of her breast, tongue swirling against the skin, causing her head to snap back in pleasure and a breathy moan to fall from her lips. "You would never leave these chambers. Who would be left to rule if I'm buried inside this sweet cunt for all of our lives, hmm?"

"You have many years before we are crowned for me to ride you, my dragon. And I plan to mount you morning and night,” she grinding into him, their lips meeting finally in a messy kiss. "Surely you'll tire of bedding me by then."

"Never," he pressed his forehead to hers, their breathing hot as he moved a large slender hand to cover her swollen stomach. "I enjoy no sight more than your belly swollen with our children."

She rutted her hips against his once more, her weeping cunt begging for friction. "Please, my dearest love"

"I wonder how the realm would feel if they knew the truth of their precious Princess?" he smirked as she fucked herself on his covered length. "If they knew how she begged for me each night? How wet she gets without me even having to touch her."

"Aemond, please," she wined.

"You wish to ride your dragon, my Queen?" he began hiking up her night dress to rest on her hips.

She panted at his movements, so tender, so achingly slow and teasing. "Yes," she whimpered.

He cocked his brow at her. "What's stopping you? Claim me then."

She didn't have to be told twice. Her trembling hands moved frantically to the strings of his pants, unfastening them and pulling them down to his thighs. He hissed as she took his length into her hand, stroking it sweetly before he lifted her hips and guided her to sink down on him. Her eyes screwed shut, crying out in pleasure as she adjusted to the size of him. Neither of them moved for a moment, their breathing tense and labored.

Aemond brushed a lock of hair out of his wife's face, her forehead falling to meet his as he cradled her head with his hand. "Alright?"

"Mhm," she hummed needily, bracing herself as her hands dropped to his shoulders. Aemond's free hand moved to cover the swell of her stomach, a lazy grin forming on his lips, before finding it's way to her hips once more, helping to roll them against his. Aemond cursed, his jaw going slack as his wife unraveled above him. Once she found her footing, she picked up her pace, bobbing up and down steadily, her finger nails curling into his shoulders. His hips snapped up to meet hers, and she cried out, his name tumbling from her lips like a prayer. Something came undone in him at the sound, his hands were everywhere then, cupping her full breasts, wrapped around her throat, sinking into her thighs. He was pawing at her like she would disappear if he let go for one second, grunting like a wild animal as he rutted against her.

"So good," he captured her lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth clashing. "So pretty and all mine."

She babbled something nonsensical in appraisal, her heat clenching around his cock as he worshipped her, their movements becoming sloppy as they approached their peak. "I'm so close."

"Say you love me," he demanded, fingers making their way to her pearl as he toyed with it, causing her to squeak at the touch. "Tell me again that you're mine and mine alone."

"Please," she panted, whimpering as he fucked into her relentlessly, hitting her sweet spot with each thrust. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou."

Aemond's fingers were torture, slow and taunting. "Say it." "I'm yours," she cried out. "Only yours. Please--"

"Let go," he permitted, following close behind as she toppled over the edge, back arching and eyes rolling back as she was overcome with pleasure. They were still, chests heaving and hot breath mingling as they came down from their shared orgasm. Her nimble fingers tangled into his hair, brushing it away from his sweat soaked neck. He fell back into the chair, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. "I would've chosen you," he broke the silence after a long moment. She lifted her head slightly to look him in the eye, confusion evident as if she had not registered what he said. "When you said that you weren't the wife I would have chosen for myself. If I had been presented with a choice, I would've chosen you."

Her gaze softened at the sincerity and raw emotion flickering in his eye. "Then choose me now. Choose our family," she gripped his shirt tightly, pleading with him. "Love me more than you hate them."

Aemond sighed deeply, covering her hands with his. "I do love you. More than anything."

"Then promise you will try." Neither wanted to admit what they both knew, that even if he did, it was too late. The King's health dwindled more and more by the day, and the wounds cut between the Greens and the Blacks were too old and too deep for even their love to heal. The time was coming where they would have to choose. War was looming and their last chance at peace had slipped through their fingers like flowing water. So they didn't, and chose in silence to carry on pretending while they still could.

Aemond cupped her face gently, and pulled her into a soft, sweet kiss. "I promise," he whispered, the sweetest of lies, and he met her lips again in a more fervent kiss.

And she let herself hope, she let her self believe, just a little while longer.

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[sapphire-writes]

Heya! Would it be possible to request a short story with Aemond and a painfully shy lady? Like where he thinks that she hates him or that she doesn't care about him just because she cannot bring herself to speak to him and it kinda turns him on when he realizes that she has a huge crush on him? Thank you very much, you are the best (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

Run From Me ~ Aemond x Reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: sensual themes

note: love this request! was fun to write, and I needed some softness!

Aemond had always known he was not destined to be the prince the poets wrote songs about. Since the taking of his eye, he was cursed with the knowledge that he would always feared, always shied away from by the women of the court. 

He knew it was true, he watched how Helaena’s ladies drew away from him, quickening their pace when passing him the halls. Averted their eyes from his face. Even though he had taken it upon himself to hide his ruined eye beneath a patch, they still seemed fearful of the dragon prince. 

If they shall treat me like a monster, a monster I shall become. 

You were the shyest of them all, visibly shaking in his presence. Helaena’s favorite lady, nearly attached at her hip always. Aemond would make polite conversation with his dear sister and you would cling to her skirts, drifting behind her like a silent shadow, cheeks flushed, eyes downcast. 

Aemond did not know what to make of you. The disgust you must feel for him was too painful to imagine. 

Though after a particularly frustrating moment with you, Aemond decided to seek comfort from his sister. 

“She ran from me,” he told her, sitting in front of the fireplace.

Helaena stopped her needlepoint; she had been working diligently on finishing the jade-colored scorpion per Jaehaera’s request. Her lovely brow knits together at her brother’s words.

“Whatever are you talking about?” she asks. 

“Your lady,” Aemond tells her, rubbing the scarred tissue below his eyepatch.

The incident Aemond refers to happened earlier in the day. He had nearly walked into you as you hurried in from the stables. 

Aemond fervently apologized, earning a small squeak from you as you hastily turned on your heel and fled in the opposite direction. 

“I do not understand what else I must do,” Aemond says, closing his eye.

Helaena purses her lips together tightly, a smile threatening to overtake her. Aemond opens his eye, looking at her. He frowns.

“What?” he asks.

“Oh Aemond,” she says, laughing slightly. 

“What is it?” he asks again, confused about what is laughable about this torment. 

“I should not be telling you this,” Helaena admits, “I have been sworn to secrecy.”

“But you shall tell me anyway because you are my sister,” Aemond says.

“I cannot.”

“I am your blood,” Aemond insists.

“Oh hush you dramatic fool,” she teases, causing Aemond to flush slightly at his elder sister’s scolding.

“Please, Hel,” Aemond begs, “I cannot stand it. This fear, this hatred-”

“She does not hate you, brother,” Helaena interrupts.

Aemond closes his mouth, then opens it again, his confusion is evident on his face.

“What do you mean?” he asks. 

“She is rather fond of you,” Helaena admits, “She thinks you are roguishly handsome.”

Aemond is at a loss for words. Never in his life did he think a lady, especially one so beautiful as yourself, would think him handsome.  

“You jest,” Aemond says, brushing off her words.

Helaena raises an eyebrow.

“Shall I go on?” Helaena asks.

Aemond waves a hand, encouraging her to continue, but attempting to remain composed. He can feel his heart beating wildly against his ribs. You think he is handsome. 

“She told me she cannot bear to look at you,” Helaena admits. 

For a moment, Aemond’s heart sinks, he feels his worst fears have come true. You are afraid. You are disgusted. 

“She finds your mouth too enticing,” Helaena continues, “Every time you speak of your studies she cannot focus on the words that you speak.”

Aemond feels a blush blooming on his cheeks. 

“The rest I shall not tell you - do not look at me like that! It is a discussion only ladies may have in the safety of one another,” Helaena insists.

“About my mouth?” he asks.

“About things, a sister should not be partial in hearing about her younger brother,” Helaena says, shivering slightly, “Though I do adore her so much, I allow her to voice her lustful thoughts.”

“Lustful?” Aemond asks, and Helaena slams her mouth shut, “Surely we are not talking about the same lady.”

How could you be lustful of him? Of anything? You appeared so painfully shy Aemond doubted you wished for marriage or love at all.

“Women hold many secrets within them,” Helaena says, being careful with her words, “You must understand, women have desires as men do. We are just taught to hide them. To not indulge in them beyond the privacy of our chambers.”

“And what does your lady indulge in, exactly?” Aemond asks, desperate to know. 

Helaena purses her lips.

“She is fond of literature,” she admits, “Literature that should not be read outside of one’s quarters.” 

Aemond stares back at Helaena. She sighs dramatically. 

“Men,” she murmurs, shaking her head, “Stories, Aemond, erotic stories.”

“May the Maiden protect my lovely granddaughter’s virtue, along with all the sweet doves that reside within the walls of the Red Keep and those beyond,” Alicent finishes her prayer, and you feel your cheeks flush. 

You wonder how virtuous Queen Alicent would think you were, had she known what you were up to. You hadn’t meant to read it, you’d told yourself you were done indulging in such filth, but as you were scouring the library the previous afternoon, the title caught your eye. 

A Cautionary Tale for Young Girls.

Surely, it was a book you should be reading. A tale of caution, and you were a young girl. Innocent enough, perhaps? So you brought the book to your chambers and began reading when you returned from supping with the royal family. 

You had stayed awake, eyes wide, until all the candles in your room had melted to small nubs. Even then, you brought yourself to the window, squinting at the pages in the moonlight. Reading all about Lady Coryanne Wylde and her debauchery. The text was intriguing and left a dull ache between your legs that even sleep could not calm. Only when your hands drifted below your silk nightgown, stroking the wet patch on your small clothes did you find any semblance of relief. 

Your palms were sweaty as you were dismissed from the Sept. You needed to return the book before it was found in your chambers. As you returned you plucked the text from its hiding place below your bed, sneaking toward the library. 

The great room appeared to be empty as you crept towards the shelves that lay toward the back of the room. Pushing past scrolls, you found the empty slot where the book had been taken by you. Another title caught your eye as you held the book in the air. Sins of the Flesh. Blush blooms on your cheeks as you contemplate repeating your own sin from the previous night. 

“What are you reading?” Aemond says, plucking the book with the effort of yanking a flower from its stem.

Panic surges through you. A small whimper escapes your lips as you trail behind him. 

“Aemond please give it back,” you beg, following him through the stacks.

It is the first time you’ve spoken to him, the first time he’s heard his name drip like honey from your lips. Aemond closes his eye at the sound of your small voice. He stops walking and you nearly collide with his back, before he turns to face you. 

You reach your hand up but he holds the book above his head, out of reach. Even standing on the tips of your toes does no good. 

“A young lady such as yourself should not be reading such debauchery,” Aemond chastises, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

Your cheeks burn, humiliation wrapping a fist around your throat as you desperately try to retrieve the book from his grasp. The hot feeling of shame curls in your stomach, and tears begin to form in your eyes, clouding your vision. 

“I was only looking,” you tell him, though the lie does not sound convincing. 

Aemond raises a brow at you. You’re shaking like a leaf, and you cast your eyes away from him. 

“It is alright, my lady,” he says, surprising you, “I myself am fond of literature.”

Your eyes flicker to his face. Aemond opens the book, picking a page. 

“Ah yes, here it is,” he says as if he’s found the page he wanted, “The tale of Coryanne Wylde should be read with caution, as it is known once a woman indulges in sin it is nearly impossible to recover.”

You stare at him, cheeks flushed, breathing ragged. Aemond glances up at you.

“Tell me, my lady, have you indulged in sinful behavior?” he asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

It is hard to breathe, your voice feels caught in your throat as it often does when you are in his presence. 

“M-m-my prince?” you manage, while averting your gaze. 

You choose to focus on a spot on the floor in front of you, heart thumping like a rabbit’s foot. You’re sure you’re shaking by now, and force yourself to clasp your hands behind your back. You wet your lips, as Aemond brings his hand to your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“Have you indulged yourself?” he asks, voice a rough murmur. 

The way he looks at you makes your stomach flip, it’s almost too much to bear being under his eye this way. All his attention focused on you, those beautiful lips you’ve dreamt of, imagined doing such sinful acts to you. It’s too much. 

“I do not understand,” you whimper, as he caresses your cheek.

“Allow me to enlighten you, then,” Aemond purrs, before bringing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. 

Though you’re trembling against him he manages to wrap his hand around your waist, guiding you back against the bookshelves, deepening the kiss. You’re too nervous to move, you don’t want to ruin it, don’t want him to stop. Gods don’t let him stop. You’re holding your hands up in shock still, curled into fists near your head as he continues to kiss you. 

“Touch me,” he murmurs against your mouth, as his hand paws at your waist. 

You slowly lower your forearms to rest against his shoulders before succumbing to the desire to wrap your arms around his neck; fingers tangling in his silky, silver locks. His tongue darts through your lips, slipping into your mouth pulling forth a breathy moan. 

Aemond moves his lips away then, letting them dance along the line of your jaw, down to your neck. Kissing, nipping the tender flesh of your throat until you’re whimpering against him.

“Tell me,” he purrs, “Tell me what you want.”

Fire. There is fire coursing through your veins. Fire licking its way over your skin, flames consuming you whole. That’s what it feels like, what he feels like.

“Just you,” you sigh, as he connects your lips again. 

“Always you.”

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[rosenyras]

The Night of Feud and Desire

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon ( Strong ) Female Reader

Summary: After Aemond stirs up the Dragon’s Dinner with his taunts, you go and search for him to give him a piece of your mind. However, the night ends very differently than you had planned.

Warnings: Nsfw, typical Targaryen inc*st, language, slight violence, slight choking, Aemond is rough, overstimulation

Notes: I used a Valyrian translator so apologies if it’s not correct!

To be truthful, you were just about done with every one of your family members.

Your brothers - more so Lucerys - despite being your bestest of friends had never irked you more so than tonight. You had wanted so badly for this dinner to go smoothly, especially after the heartfelt speeches both Alicent and your mother spoke towards the other. But the men in the family clearly had other plans.

By the time you had seen Lucerys’ teasing smirk towards Aemond, your foot kicking into his leg to abruptly stop him came too late and the long haired blonde had already embarked on his disguised digs towards Rhaenyra’s children. His part towards you, however, was slightly different - if not a bit basic - even though the obvious reference to Harwin Strong applied to you as well.

“To my beautiful niece, Y/N, I hope the days ahead of you treat you with kindness. And to my nephews …” And the night fell in sure swiftness after the rest of his words were alight in the air.

When the boys began their scuffle, you had originally wanted to intervene more so to get Aegon’s hands off your little brother. Though he was a nuisance, you were quite protective of him. However, a hand on your arm and a warning look belonging to your great uncle, Daemon, refrained you from doing so.

After all of you were dismissed to your separate bed chambers, only an hour had passed before you decided to leave. You did not blame Aemond for the retaliation in his own right, but the constant digs that he threw you and your brothers about being bastards over the last couple of years had rooted itself in your gut and would not ease unless you confronted him about it.

Aemond and your brothers war of words were one thing, to be entirely truthful you did not forget how Aemond was often tormented as a child, but most of that was derived from Aegon, and he did not show that same aggression towards his brother. And to you - you did not understand it.

You and Aemond were so very close as children, being outsiders in your own right - you, a girl amongst brothers and him, a dragonless child that was often picked on. You defended him from Aegon, and your brothers knew when to quiet so not to face your wrath. You also allowed Aemond to be close to your dragon, Rhyxia, so he could at least satisfy his yearning for a dragon.

In turn, he taught you the way of a sword - in secret of course. You were not allowed to join public practice due to the sole reason of your gender, so he would use whatever he learned in lessons to teach you how to defend yourself. The two of you had an undisclosed agreement of sorts, yet you had never been happier than when you were together.

And then, the distance grew when your mother announced your family would inhabit Dragonstone. Once the year passed and you and Aemond were reunited once more by way of Laena Velaryon’s funeral, it was as if no time had passed at all. Until your brothers and cousins engaged in a fight that took his eye.

You were not there during the attack, but you knew when you heard of the word he had chose to spit in the face of Luke and Jace - and by extension, you - your childhood bonding would be forever fractured. And as he stood with his mother and you yours, you never imagined yourself alone with Aemond again. Until now.

As you shut your door, you were instantly met with your assigned guard. He was a lovely young man, but as your eyes lay on him irritation grew within your bones. “Princess Y/N, where are you headed at such a late hour?”

Biting your lip, you deigned him a response that would indeed be unsatisfactory. “Ser Rolland, I just wish to go for a stroll alone, if you’ll excuse me…”

As you made to take a step, he placed a hand in front of you. “Your mother instructed I stay with you, I’m sorry, my lady.”

You loved your mother dearly, but right now you had to refrain from rolling your eyes at her overprotectiveness.

“Well, we best get a move on then, Ser Rolland.”

As you strolled the hallways, the sound of moving armour dawned each of your steps. It soon became clear to you in your want to keep the secrecy on where you were headed would be of no use, and besides, you couldn’t exactly remember where Aemond’s quarters were now, especially if his rooms had changed.

Turning to your guard, you placed a small smile upon your lips. “If you may, Ser, could you please escort me to Prince Aemond’s chambers?”

A single blink was all you received in terms of facial expression as your guard responded. “Of course, my lady.”

As he took charge, you followed Ser Rolland for quite a distance until he stopped outside a door that held a guard posted outside. So Aemond had changed his rooms. Interesting.

As you approached the door, you decided a knock would be more pleasant than simply barging in on your uncle, no matter how much you wished to do so. If he were to be indecent and you stumbled upon him with no clothes … you shook your head to get rid of those thoughts as your face warmed with embarrassment.

A faint call of ‘Enter’ was your only preparation before you opened and stepped inside Aemond’s room.

You noticed him immediately, sitting in front of a fireplace, his back towards you. You could only see the slightest hint of his face, his eyepatch calling to you as if serving you of a memory you would much rather forget.

“How may I help you, niece?”

His voice spoke louder than the crackling embers dancing in front of him. You clasped your hands behind your back, deigning your voice to remain as steady as possible. “How come you know it is me, uncle?”

Aemond’s head turned towards you in the slightest move that he might not have even moved at all. “Only you knock in such a pattern, Y/N. I have not forgotten.”

You couldn’t help but scoff slightly. “Yet it seems you have forgotten what I once was to you. Are you often in the company of remembering the knock patterns of bastards?”

Silence fell, the tension so heavy that you could easily slice it. And just as suddenly, Aemond stood, as if he couldn’t help but remind you that he towered over you even from afar. As he spoke, he crept closer and closer towards you - as if a magnetic pull was driving the two of you closer.

“You know those insults irk your brothers more so than you, it is why I speak them. Did you not say as a child you had no care for who your father was and by extension that word had no effect over you?”

Well. Damn.

To be truthful you did not expect him to remember such a throwaway comment and in such detail, perhaps you should know better than to underestimate Aemond Targaryen.

“You are right, but perhaps my expectations that you would have forgotten about this childhood melodrama were foolish-”

Not a second passed after those words left your mouth that Aemond had grabbed hold of your waist and pushed you up against the closest wall. Your back thudded with the impact, more so shock from not expecting such a move.

It was a low blow, of course it was, but you had not forgotten that Aemond had not even looked at you the night his eye was taken, as if acknowledging your presence was beneath him from that point forward.

Aemond placed a hand next to your head, caging you in with both his body and his glare. “Your brother took my eye and I swear, I will take revenge for that. You should be content that I did not do more tonight.”

Your eyes briefly flicked down to his lips but you forced yourself to keep eye contact with him, not allowing yourself to flinch away. Instead of replying in English, you flicked your tongue to Valyrian. “Ao would ōdrikagon nyke, Aemond?” You would hurt me, Aemond?

Aemond slightly tilted his head downwards before raising his eyes towards yours. “Daor ao, aōha brothers.” Not you, your brothers.

“Naejot ōdrikagon ñuha brothers iksis naejot ōdrikagon nyke.” To hurt my brothers is to hurt me.

Aemond immediately drew himself closer, his breath mingling with yours as he lifted his right hand up to your throat, to do what, you did not know.

All you replied with was a small whisper. “Kostilus, Aemond.” Please, Aemond.

And that seemed to break him.

Closing the short distance between your lips, Aemond crashed his mouth upon yours, not caring about the smashing of teeth - almost like he was desiring the slight pain. His left hand remain caged against your head while his right enclosed around your throat with the slightest pressure as if it was in every inch of his desire to control you.

A slight whimper escaped you, the heat of anger and wanting building up inside you as you tried your best to convey that within the kiss. Once your mouth departed with that slight noise, Aemond didn’t miss a chance before slipping his tongue inside your mouth, your tongues not so much as dancing but instead his just completely dominating yours.

You lifted your hand against his cheek, the rough leather on the straps of his eyes patch rubbing against your skin. And as suddenly as you had placed it there, Aemond used the hand that was against your head to grab both of yours, lifting your arms up and holding them against the wall.

The sudden impact caused you to gasp, moving your hips subconsciously forward, instantly feeling the effect you were having on Aemond with his hardness stretching tight against his pants. In return, Aemond let the slightest of sighs slip between his lips as he moved his mouth towards your neck, tugging on your earlobe and using his tongue to run its way up and down your skin.

“I’ve wanted you since we were young, Y/N. My heart has always belonged to you.” His right hand moved from your neck to cup your cheek. “Ziry va moriot kessa.” It always will.

“Aemond, I-” before you had a chance to finish your sentence, Aemond took ahold of your arms and dragged you towards his bed, placing you on it before making his way on top of you so the two of you were eye to eye.

“I need to hear you say it, Y/N, that you want this.”

“I do,” you breathed, your words no more than whispers. “I want you, Aemond.”

Giving you one final look, Aemond began moving his way down your body until he was face to face with your clothed lower half. Your dress for the night had been one that was easy to slip on and so you had no other expectations as Aemond quickly slipped it off and with it your undergarments. As you lay completely naked, your nipples hardening with the fresh air, Aemond’s eyes rove over every inch of your body, as if you were a meal he wished to take his time with.

As he lifted his hands towards your thighs, separating them to get a good view of your cunt, slight whines escaped your mouth with the need to be touched. Aemond’s fingers circled around your inner thighs, drawing closer and closer with such a teasing touch.

“Seven hells, Aemond, please just-”

Your whine was soon cut off with his lips upon yours and with it, his fingers finally found your cunt. Considering how wet you were, it took you by no surprise as he easily found his way to your clit, circling it with such ease that you nearly exploded right then and there. His mouth managed to silence most of your moans, but they soon were unleashed as Aemond moved to one of your nipples and began licking and softly biting at it.

It was soon after that he slipped a finger inside your entrance, moving with such efficiency that an added second wasn’t far behind. He soon moved to your other nipple, continuing the same movements. It was after he fitted a third finger inside did he speak.

“Jaelan naejot rȳbagon skorkydoso olvie ao jorrāelagon nyke, isse Valyrīha.” I want to hear how much you need me, in Valyrian.

You whined in defiance slightly, but you were too far gone to refuse altogether.

“Ao gīmigon skorkydoso olvie nyke desire ao, Aemond. Emā va moriot known ziry. Just, please-” You know how much I desire you, Aemond. You’ve always known.

Suddenly, Aemond removed his fingers from you, making you annoyed with displeasure. His raised his hands to his lips, tasting you while remaining eye contact. Having enough of being the only presence in the room without clothes, you quickly tore at his leathers to get rid of them. You just wanted to be close to him.

Once he was rid of his clothes, he hooked your leg around his body, lowering you on the bed as he hovered over you, the two of you simply staring at each other was enough to make you content in the moment. As you lifted your hand to his face, you spoke in a hushed tone. “Take me, Aemond. Make me yours.”

And that he did. Aemond placed a singular kiss on your lips as he directed his cock towards your entrance, pushing in as he rested his forehead on yours. His hand that wasn’t fisted in the sheets beside your head made its way to your clit, circling it to relieve some of the pain.

Your breaths were getting louder by the minute, slowly turning into moans as Aemond moved back and forwards, easing into you more with each thrust. As you wrapped your hands around his shoulders, pulling him even more closer to you - if that was possible - you breathed out, “Aemond… please.”

Taking that as a sign to go faster, he began moving with more urgency with every thrust. It was as if he was conveying how much passion he had for you with how direct he was with snapping his hips against yours. As the seconds pass and your moans became louder and louder, both of your release on the edge, you couldn’t help but slip out, “I love you.”

Aemond’s head was buried in the crook of your neck, his hitched breaths and slight sighs abruptly stopped, but his hips sure didn’t. Aemond began thrusting with sudden urgency, the bed creaking against the wall. The hand that was gripping your thigh began pressing harder, something that was surely going to leave bruises the next morning.

Your release crept up without warning, exploding with such urgency that you couldn’t help but yelp. Aemond, however, didn’t let up on his pace. At first you thought he was helping you ride out your orgasm, but then it became clear he had no intention of stopping. “Aemond-“

“Did you mean it?” His hips slowed to a steady pace as he raised his head to look you in the eye, his only sign of pleasure was his hitched breaths. You instantly knew what he meant and you didn’t even try to deny it during the midst of such pleasure.

“Yes, fuck, yes I meant it.” Your nails began raking down his back as you couldn’t help but chase after another orgasm. Aemond didn’t waste a second before fastening his pace, wanting you to reach the height of your pleasure before he came.

“Fuck, Aemond!” You would feel sorry for every pair of ears in close proximity to you, but right now the only focus was your second orgasm rippling through every part of your body. You soon felt Aemond cum inside you, his only hint of outward pleasure was a low grunt escaping his lips.

Still inside you, Aemond once again placed his forehead upon yours, placing his lips on yours with such contrasted gentleness to the pace of his hips moments before. He made sure to look you in the eyes before speaking.

“It is true for me too, I love you with every inch of my being, Y/N.”

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[bookofbonbon]

the ground beneath our feet - aemond targaryen.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!reader (third person - no name used).

Warnings: Mention of suicide. Angst.

Summary: Your relationship with Aemond has fallen apart as the war wages on and you remain his prisoner.

Prompts: My love for you is as firm as the ground we stand on (Mary & George 2024).

Word Count: 863.

The hem of her dress dragged heavily across the darkened sand. The treacherous sea binding itself to the satin material as it rose to the bottom of her calves, reaching higher and higher as the tide came in. Each step harder than the last as her bare feet sunk further into the unsteady ground. With the shore disappearing, every new current was stronger than the last and threatened to drag her under if she wasn’t careful. 

But careful she was. Though she loved the sea as every Velaryon before her and now has, death by drowning was not high on her list of ways to die. Although, in times - such as right now - when she found herself under the steady gaze of her estranged husband, she wondered if she might let the sea consume her out of spite. Alas, it was too late as sand turned to stone beneath her feet.

Beginning her barefoot ascent to Dragonstone, she walked carefully as she made her way back to the looming castle, weary of the deep cracks in the foundation as the stone crumbled and created an uneven ground of the eroding path.

Careful more so, however, of the Targaryen Prince awaiting her company on the first landing of many. 

“Must you come out here every day?” Aemond drawls once she is within ear shot. 

Quick to anger, she feels her ears grow hot as her head snaps up from the ground. Gaze finally meeting that of the man who insisted on stalking her every move. Not once could he allow her to suffer his presence in silence. There was always something to be said. 

“Must you follow me out here every day? I’m not a child, you need not watch over me as if I am one.”

Her fury however, is met with indifference as Aemond regards her coolly. The one-eyed Prince having grown accustomed to her anger-fuelled outbursts at him- of course, that didn’t make them hurt any less. But, she was predictable and always ready to be angry with him and despite his efforts, there was no balm he could give to soothe it. So, if her anger remained the one thing that she would give then Aemond would take as much of it as he could get.  

“Had you not gotten into the habit of wading further and further into the sea, gazing longingly upon its depths as if you may opt into disappearing into it at any given moment then perhaps I would not feel the need to supervise you as if you were one.” 

There's a beat of silence. A flicker of hurt in her now glassy eyes that she tries to wash away with a thick swallow that Aemond tracks with his one good eye. He didn't like her hurt, he didn't want her pain.

“So, the sooner you begin acting within reason, the sooner you will be left to your own devices. It really is that simple,” he finishes in the hopes of raising her temper but, it does more of the opposite. 

She visibly flinches, Aemond’s dismissiveness of her suffering hitting the soft spot in the back of her throat. 

"Is it?" The question catches him by surprise, his back straightening as he stares unblinking at her. She hadn't endeavoured to ask him anything more than a mocking retort of his own questions since the war started but, there was a sincerity to her voice that demanded an answer. "Is it really that simple?"

“It is.”

Another beat as she silently regards him. 

“Do you love me still?” 

Aemond’s eyebrows furrow, scar pulling inward from the motion as he takes offense at the question. 

“Still? I never stopped. My love for you has always been as firm as the ground we stand on. It is yo-”

“So if you claim to love me so, then am I your prisoner or am I your guest?”

“Guest,” he speaks too fast, lying without thinking. 

“Guest?" she smiles sadly. "Guests may leave as they please, so can I? Can I leave as I please?”

Aemond’s throat dries. The question hangs heavy in the space between them as he flounders for something to say, mouth agape but no sound coming out; the winds whistle and the crashing of the waves the only thing to be heard.

“Answer me, Aemond.” 

The shake of his head is slight but not un-noticeable. 

Aemond didn’t want her pain but it is all he got as it spills over and onto her cheeks.

"I take no pleasure in your captivity," Aemond tells her softly.

But then a sound, a sound he had not heard for a long time - a laugh. It’s slight and it's broken and it's watery and one clearly reserved only for herself but, a laugh nonetheless as she gestures to the ground around them. 

At the deep cracks in the foundation, at the fragile stones that bowed and bent and broke and created an uneven and unstable ground of the eroding path with each passing day.

“Look around you, Aemond,” she sighs. The same sad smile stretched across her lips. “The ground is not firm, it has crumbled beneath our very feet.”

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[myladysapphire]

My Lady Strong (I)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 1,645

CW: childbirth, Aegon being Aegon, Bullying, child abuse, fear of the dark, refrences to torture, loving parents, oc is described to have brown hair, streaked with silver and purple eyes

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen (can be read as x reader)

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disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire charecters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all charecters are his  except for my OC          

When Rhaenyra fell pregnant for a second time, she knew it would be different.

For the birth of Jacaerys, her pregnancy was followed with mass celebrations, house Veleryon showering her with gifts, proud that a child with Velaryon blood would sit on the iron throne. But after his birth, the celebrations ceased. Whispers swept through the court, questioning his birth. But after a few months, many came to the agreement it was his grandmother Rhaenys Baratheon’s blood shining through, she once looked more Baratheon than Targeryen and the child was merely taking after her.

But then she fell pregnant again, and though she was once more greeted with celebrations, the court held its breath.

One child born with the Baratheon looks was one thing, genetics was a mystery and it was pure chance he had brown hair and eyes.

But if this child too had the ‘Baratheon looks’ then it would all but confirm the rumours queen Alicent spun.

But that was not why Rhaenyra felt this pregnancy to be different, unlike her first pregnancy, she had different symptoms, morning skinniness, new cravings, and where before she had always had clear skin she was getting pimples and spots. She hoped for a girl, having always wanted a little sister, and now she would have a daughter. She had only ever imagined having girls, and though she was not disappointed at having a boy when the masters spoke of their predictions of it being a girl, she got a little jump in her step.

So, when she went into labour, whilst the court held its breath waiting for the legitimacy of her children to be confirmed, she held her excitement over having a daughter.

The day of her labour was not cheerful, the skies were grey and cloudy and when her contractions began rain fell from the sky, a storm from Stormsend having reached KingsLanding.

With the wind rattling against the windows, and thunder striking down from the sky, the family waiting outside, Viserys pacing the halls. Alicent biting her nails. This labour was tough, though Jacaerys birth had been easy, this had taken double the time his had, her screams, louder than even the storm raging outside. And when it all stopped the family feared the worse.

The young prince Aemond, only eighteen moons old had awoken, screaming insisting he is with his mother. Only to arrive just in time to hear his niece's screams and his eldest sister's laughter.

He rushed into her room, not even allowing time for his father to check on his daughter, before jumping up (as well as a toddler could) and sitting next to his sister insisting on holding his niece. Tired from the labour Rhaenyra agreed.

When her father and Alicent finally entered, they were quick to approach. Alicent caught a glimpse of black hair streaked with silver.

“A girl?” Viserys questioned, smiling down at the babe in Aemonds arms.

Nodding, Rhaenyra smiled “Aemma” she declared, causing a delighted laugh to leave Viserys mouth.

“She looks just like her, the Arryn genes are strong with her it seems, she even has your mother’s eyes.” And she did, Arryn blue eyes, not violet, as she had dreamed, but perfect.

She had attempted to take Aemma back from  Aemond, but he had not let go, simply smiling and babbling to his niece, his Aemma.

As the years went by Aemond continued to stay with Aemma, scarcely letting her stray from his sight, his hand always holding hers. Where one was, the other was always near. Being the only two without a dragon, his never hatching, and her own destroyed along following the storm on the day of her birth, they had the same lessons, with no dragon lessons, they were very rarely apart.

Aemma had grown into a sweet, beautiful, and intelligent girl. Her looks compared to that of her great-grandmother, Daella, alongside her sweet nature. She had an innocence around her, being the middle child and only girl of her mother, her mother wished to preserve the child-like wonder for her daughter, wishing to grant her daughter the childhood of being the heir and the only child of a king stolen from her. Aemond was all too pleased to keep her like this, wanting to preserve her wonder, her need for him. Though book smart, the sheltered life she lived kept her from the real world. She was even protected from rumours, though they still were whispered, all desired to keep her from them.

She was a kind girl and underserving of the cruelty of court, but even that did not protect her from her family. Alicent had always been fond of her, always allowing her near her children, being kind, braiding her hair and even commissioning gifts for her. She was close to Heleana, the pair, whenever Aemond left her alone, often found each other’s company. Aemma was one the few people to share her interest in insects, even going out of her way to collect any that she thought Heleana might enjoy. But Aegon and her brothers were another story. Aegon was a jealous person, envying his niece for the kindness his mother never found him, so he took it out on her.

When Jacaerys let slip Aemma’s fear of the dark, an idea struck him.

The black cells.

Aemma rarely slept alone, with Aemond often sneaking in and sleeping with her, hating the moments apart even when they sleep. When he was sick, they often slept apart, his fear of catching his illness, however little or contagious it was. And her chambers always had candles lit for when she did sleep, a reassurance that whatever lurked in the dark was stopped by the glow of a candle.

Aegon waited for Aemond to fall ill, for a time he knew she would be alone. And snuck into her chambers, her brothers by his side.

It was the dead of night, the boys aged 9 and 6 tired but willing to please their uncle, snuck into her rooms and carried her through the keep down to the third level of black cells.

Being a deep sleeper, she didn’t wake once, not even flinch when Aegon picked her up and then dumped her in the cells.

They had run off giggling, thinking it a brilliant prank, and a way to cure her of her fear, as Aegon put it.

They had thought it would be overcome morning, that she would wake in the dark before finding the door and leaving.

None of them expected her to be locked in there for a week, they did not know the doors were locked and only opened from the outside.

The keep was in disarray searching for her, neither boy spoke up, fear of their punishment keeping them.

Aemond was driving everyone mad, ordering and screaming for her to be found. He was normally a shy quiet boy, unsure of himself. But with his Aemma missing all that was left of him was a madman.

The rest of the keep was in disarray. All guards were on the lookout for the princess, searching high and low. She had completely disappeared, without a trace.

The boys were growing nervous, they couldn’t admit to what had been done and they feared the black cells too much to return and retrieve her.

Aemma had woken in complete darkness, she could even see her hand it was so dark.

She could hear screaming as if they were her own, but she didn’t notice, she didn’t even notice as she crawled forward in her small cell and pounded on the door, begging to be let out. Or as she threw her guts up after hours of screaming and pounding.

She did notice when it all went quiet. When even her screams stopped when the screams of the criminals being tortured turned quiet.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, there was no way to tell day from night.

She slept when she collapsed, her tears lulling her into a tormented sleep, her stomach empty and churning.

She had no food nor water, the dungeon master had no clue she was down here, and no one did.

 Not until a week had passed and Aemond dreamt of the black cells. She had refused to rest till she was found, but collapsing from exhaustion lead to his dream, leading his startling awake, and his racing to the cells. Ser Criston Cole was quick to follow him, though he did not care for the girl he still had a duty as a kingsguard. She was found after three hours of searching, three hours of Aemond shouting and ordering guards to search every cell on every level.

Ser Harwin Strong found her, he and her mother had, like Aemond, not stopped, fearing the worse, had not rested. When he found her she was sitting in the corner, head between her legs, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down her face. She was thin, with chapped lips, her face red and puffed with her never-ending tears.

She screamed when the light poured in, shuffling back into her corner.

“Aemma” Harwin breathed, before alerting the rest of the guard, Aemond came running over, taking her into his arms.

“Aemma” he cooed, taking her hand, she had flinched back from Harwin when he took her hand, but with Aemond she took it, and jumped in his arms, tears falling from her eyes once more. “it’s ok…it’s ok… your safe now” he spoke softly, stroking her hair.

Maesters were quick to attend to her, she was weak and dehydrated. And her mind was still in a panic. She refused to let go of Aemond, using him as a shield when her brothers and Aegon paid her a visit.

She never said who had done it, but her distance and new timid nature around her brothers and uncle was proof enough for Aemond.

But he couldn’t do anything, he was a victim of their bullying. Though they never did something similar or remotely as cruel again, Aemonds crazed state was enough for them to leave Aemma and him alone, at least until the pink dread.

a/n more of an intro chapter, half edited

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[sheeple]

A purple-coloured eye for your purple-eyed son

Part two | Part three

Princess Y/n Velaryon ─ the first child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Leanor Velaryon and their only true child together ─ is woken up by a ruckus outside her chambers. She sleepily gets up and puts on a robe before opening her chamber doors.

She follows after the many servants and ends up in the Hall of Nine, where chaos is happening.

Her brothers are being tended to by their grandfather, with cuts, blood, and bruises on their faces. Her cousins are with her grandmother, all seeming unharmed.

On the other side of the room is Prince Aemond. His back is turned towards her while he's tended to by a maester and his mother. A grim atmosphere hangs around them.

Her mother comes bursting through the doors followed by her great-uncle. Both look dishevelled. She goes to check on her children and looks around for the princess, who's unharmed and just as clueless as her mother. 

Princess Rhaenyra demands what has happened and all the children scream over each other. The King shuts them up and asks his son what has happened.

Bastards. Prince Aemond has called her brothers bastards. 

Everybody points their fingers at each other, claiming that they are the culprits. 

The Queen screams that she wants justice, that she wants her little brother's eye, as he is the one who maimed her son.

As the eldest, Y/n Velaryon sees it as her duty to protect her brothers. So, she backs away from the circle of onlookers and locates a knife. She takes a deep breath as she holds the dagger's point close to her pupil, before plunging it into her eye and pulling back. Her perfect purple eye sits pitifully pierced on the point of the dagger.

She tries to be as quiet as she can, but a few cries escape her lips. The pain is more immense than she could ever imagine. It pulls attention from the crowd behind her, and somebody gasps in shock.

The Princess turns around, blood mixed with tears streaming down her face.

"There you go, Your Highness, a purple-coloured eye for your purple-eyed son." The girl holds out a bloodied hand in which her eyeball stares directly up at the Queen, pierced right through the pupil. She pushes it into the hand of the Queen, who has a look of horrified shock on her face.

The Princess turns around and walks to the doors to exit the room, but not before turning around. "But remember, Queen Hightower, that if your claims about my brothers are true, remember your children are just the same; half-bloods. What you hold in your hand is what you claim to be pure, Valyrian blood."

The Princess bravely walks out of the room, blood and tears running down her face. But once the doors close behind her, her facade falls.

Everybody in the hall can hear the Princess' screams of pain and agony. All to protect her brother. What she couldn't have known, is that her actions would spurt guilt in many people that night. Festering and boiling over the years. The three princes involved in the fight would manifest a large amount of guilt. But not all would deal the same way with the consequences that came out of the night.

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[alyshiba]

Lilagon hen zaldrizoti

Part One: Debts and stale oaths.

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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.

Author's note: Hello lovely readers! I have desappeared for a while.. life sometimes gets in the way. I have thought long and hard about this fic, and, as much as I love it, re-reading it made me cringe at some of the hearliest chapters.. so, as I have hinted in the last author's note, I have decided to rewrite everything until chapter 8. There will be some minor changes, for the better. I cannot possibily move on writing this without fixing the beginning, my brain doesn't allow me to.

Since I found transalting in Valyrian a mess (also becouse every translator gives different translation), for longest phrases I'll simply put them between asteriscs . So if you see anything that is being said formatted like this <<*dialogue*>> that's meant to be in high valyrian. So, if you are a new reader and you wish to know what happens next.. both here and on Ao3 you'll find all of the 12 chapters I've written so far. Here on Tumblr, once I'll have the rewritten chapter ready I'll delete the old one and post the new, both in the master list and in the index at the beginning of each part. On Ao3 each chapter will stay up until I've completely rewritten everything that needs to. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to comment them down below. I'd love to hear them and better my work!

Prequel | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

&lt;<Go home, pup, and tell the bitch your mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not a dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes>> Said Borros Baratheon with a smug look on his face. 

The round hall of Storm’s End was packed with people, how many it was impossible to say. The gargantuan hall was too big and dimly lit to possibly ever count every single present. Worse still, all the nooks, pillars and columns offered the perfect hiding spot for all of those who were curious to just get a glimpse of the two Targaryens present.

The entire room fell silent for a long moment, as if holding its breath. The only sounds that could be heard were those of the raging storm outside. 

Everyone was too eager to hear how the young prince would respond to such insult thrown at his mother.

That, perhaps, was why no one paid any attention to the angry footsteps that were fast approaching.

Lucerys was about to open his mouth and speak, slightly trembling between the imposing figures of the Lord of Storm’s End and the uncle he didn’t expect to find there, but he was cut off before he could make any sound by a stronger, angrier, voice. &lt;<Then all of Westeros will know that Borros Baratheon, the Lord of Storm’s End, is an oath breaker and a man without honor>>.

She could see Borros stiffening in his seat, Luke’s back straightened recognizing his eldest sister’s voice. The young prince was bracing for impact: either her anger was directed at him, for the failure of that diplomatic mission, or at the Lord of Storm’s End. His head  shooting in her direction, a wave of dark curly hair falling in front of his eyes wide opened in shock. She passed him, and just quickly, taking care that no one saw, squeezed his hand in reassurance. 

Immediately she took notice of Aemond, almost hidden in the dark side of the room, not far from the stone throne at the center. She forced herself not to stare, nor think, at the silver-haired prince, and locked her gaze on the high lord in front of her, but she did not give him her entire focus. Never, that she left for Aemond alone.

A young page, drenched from head to toe, came running, halting just a few steps in front of her. He bent over for a moment with his hand on his knees catching his breath. It was a gesture of physical need, rather than a curtsy towards his liege, he was supposed to announce her presence. &lt;<The princess Visenya, of the houses Targaryen and Velaryon, my lord>> He said, between heavy breaths, <&lt;my prince>> he added, when he noticed Aemond staring in their direction. The young man was immediately dismissed with a wave of Borros’ hand, not to be seen again.

Visenya lifted her chin, and  took note of her prey: the man on the high seat. Borros was a middle aged man, heavier in shape, but still the hint of the warrior could be seen hidden under the heavy furs. Not that she really thought the man did any sort of physical fighting in the past years. His body was tense, like a rope.  He was clutching the throne’s handle so hard his knuckles became white, and she imagined the tips of his fingers would soon bleed, either from broken nails or from the scratch of skin on the rough stone. He was a proud man, like the crowned stag flappin on the banner atop his head. And the insult she threw at him had rendered him so enraged he could hardly think straight. Just as she had wanted him.

&lt;<And worse still>> She continued, moving two steps closer to the object of her own anger, <<may I remind you that we are kin by blood? My grandmother, the princess Rhaenys is your cousin, no?>> Visenya felt now how Borros was already tasting the bitter accusation on the tip of his tongue. No one, in the huge round hall of Storm’s End had yet dared make a sound, <<what would her uncle, the late Lord Boremund think, of his son waging war on his own flesh and blood?>> His face was slowly, but surely, turning all shades of red by now, <<is that what you wish? To forever brand your house as Kinslayers? Men without honor? Is that what the men of the Stormlands wish to become?>>

Visenya had given up on winning House Baratheon over to their side the moment she landed in the yard. Parts of her had known ever since her mother decided to send Luke, just like her father had known. Still Rhaenyra was hopeful, and naive, that this man would abide by the vows of his father.

Yet even if the high lord was a better man, there was something that they could just not grant him: a marriage. The princess allowed her gaze to wander the room for a moment, three girls stood on one side of Borros, his daughters. One behind Aemond. Who wouldn’t wish for their blood to mix in the royal family?

Borros had no love for Rhaenyra, and had taken his decision long before even Luke stepped foot in these halls, but, if she played her game the right way, she could persuade his lords to mutiny. And now she was indeed winning. 

She could see, clear as day, the seed of doubt in the eyes of the lords around Borros, the fear, not for her, or for her parents, not yet, but the fear for what the gods might bring them should they follow that man into war. That was her only chance.

&lt;<Do not mistake the Queen’s offer for weakness, my Lord>> Visenya willed her voice to become gentler, softer, more diplomatic, <<my mother, unlike the Hightowers,>> and yourself, was what she didn’t say, <<does not wish to plunge the realm into war, or else I wouldn’t be here to talk>> she moved her gaze towards her uncle then, the only true danger in that room, or outside of it, <<but if her hand is forced, then I will have no other choice than to fly Balerion the dread to war once more.>> Aemond hadn’t moved a step from his position. He was standing at ease, his hands locked behind his back, a sardonic smile gracing his features, as if he was enjoying the scene.

Everyone else straightened at her words. 

It was now widely accepted that at least one battle was going to be fought over Viserys’s succession. Or else the negotiation would take place among the royal family, yet no one had dared voice what, deep down, they feared: a Targaryen civil war would never be fought on land with an army. It would be fought on dragonback. And everything else might as well burn down by the time they were finished.

&lt;<My sweet niece>> Aemond purred. His voice sent a chill down her spine, Visenya wouldn’t make the mistake of underestimating Aemon’s abilities only because of the lack of one eye. She remembered seeing him best Ser Criston Cole with ease in the training yard not even a moon ago. So her hand, as useless as a gesture it was, went instinctively on the hilt of the dagger her father had given her upon parting from Dragonstone. He was, after all, the only reason she was in Storm’s End to begin with. Upon flying home, she had felt Balerion sensing the presence of Vhagar. And in that specific moment she realized she had no other choice: there wasn’t a scenario where poor Luke was going to make it back to Dragonstone unharmed, not if Aemond were in sight. Not after what had been done to her uncle, which still angered him to no end, apparently.

&lt;<I fear your time here is wasted. Lord Baratheon has already declared his support for Aegon, and surely, he cannot take back his world>> She looked between her uncle and the man still mute on the throne, whose muscles were still all contracted in rage. Aemond’s offer had been indeed an offer of marriage, as she had thought. 

Visenya decided to take in his figure for a moment: he was tall, lean, and his leather clothes -riding gear, perhaps- were clean and dry, where hers were drenched by the storm outside, and her boots were covered in the mud that now flooded the yard. Her hair were equally as wet, and fell in loose waves attached to her face, neck and leathers, his looked like a straight soft curtain of silver silk. Aemond had been here for at least a day. A day he could have used to devise whatever plan to ensure his brother’s ass would sit on the throne at least a while longer. Because it was obvious to anyone that messengers would go on about every corner of the realm to ensure the support of the major houses.

She felt the grip of anxiety taking a hold of her stomach: what if he had anticipated them being here? After all, when not on Balerion’s back she wasn’t that big of a threat, definitely not to a warrior with his skills.

&lt;<He offered his hand in marriage to the eldest daughter of Borros>> Whispered Luke in confirmation. His tone still betrayed his fear, and broke her attention by the dark pit that her mind had become. She willed herself not to be hostage of her fears <&lt;worry not>> she whispered back, looking him in the eyes, <&lt;you should leave>> she said. Luke didn’t listen. 

Aemond’s hatred for her brothers was well known, especially for Luke, the one responsible for his, probably still very painful, injury. She noticed the way he eyes Lucerys every now and then, how he was completely trained on her brother’s every move, like a predator waiting to strike. 

&lt;<Oh>> She said, willing all of her nerves to calm down. Visenya lifted her upper lip, in a childish expression, <<then I shall order Balerion to burn the keep to the ground, and end this treason before it starts>> Aemond smirked, it was clear that he did not believe that she was actually thinking about it. Visenya was considering it as an option though. Yes, Rhaenyra wouldn’t be happy, on the contrary, she would be furious if she did, in fact, start this war. Yet Visenya couldn’t help but remembering her father’s words “you cannot allow this treachery to take root” Daemon had angrily said in the privacy of their chambers, is anger amplified ten folds  after the news of the stillbirth, “they have murdered Viserys, our daughter, any faithful Lord we had in the capital. They had signed their own death sentence. Or ours, if we do not act”. In stark contrast with his wife, Daemon would rejoice greatly if his beloved daughter started a war. And, at times, she felt much more like her father’s child rather than her mother’s.

She understood both sides though: Daemon was like the dragon, fiery, proud and untamable. Rahenyra was like that too, but she was a woman: considered unfit to rule only for the missing cock between her legs, she had grown to be wiser, calmer, prone to choose diplomacy over fire and blood. For she couldn’t afford becoming also the one who started this war, even though right now, battle seemed inevitable, Visenya could hear it, what everyone would start to whisper then Maegor the cruel come again, Maegor with tits. Yet she could see the truth in Daemon’s words, if left unchecked the Hightowers will eventually eat away any support her mother has now. Seven hells, they were already doing that. &lt;<Princess Visenya..>> Spoke Borros at last, uncertain of his own words.

The threat of Balerion seemed to have awakened him from his rage. He looked calmer now, paler. All redness faded from his face, his hands were not clutching the throne with the same strength, and, as she had imagined, she could see dried blood on the tips of fingers, where his nails had broken. He was old enough to have lived in the last year of the Old King’s reign, old enough to be at the great council in Harrenhall. Meaning that he had seen first hand the blasted ruin Balerion had made of the greatest keep that ever existed in Westeros. He saw what her dragon was capable of doing.

&lt;<I must assume that my uncle has promised you a wedding>> She said, playing ignorant. The high lord slowly nodded, turning his head towards his daughter. It was confirmation enough. She too looked again in that direction, only to find Aemond’s surprised expression. He knew what she was about to say, he probably thought that she would not actually go through with it.

&lt;<Yet he is not free to offer his hand in marriage>> She said with gritted teeth. Visenya reasoned that she could, indeed, walk out of the Round Halls, climb atop Balerion and order him to burn the keep to the ground. It was what Daemon would do. Rhaenyra, however, would try to be diplomatic. In one swift stroke Visenya could avoid the war for a while longer, in either case she would take the second largest dragon in the world out of the picture. But there could be a twisted, dark pleasure in turning Aemond against his family, just like Alicent and Otto had done.

&lt;<What do you mean?>> interrupted Borros, with an irritated tone. His daughter, Cassandra, if she recalled correctly, instinctively moved closer to him.

&lt;<In his wisdom, and with the hope it would bring unity back to our house, the late King Viserys, in his very last act as King, declared my betrothal to Aemond. His eldest unwed son, to me, the lawful heir to my mother’s throne>> The stormlord pursed his lip, he had been used and played, in the end, truly like a dog that had been commanded at need, yet not by Rhaenyra, but by the Greens. His pride wouldn’t allow him to let this go easily, or, at least she hoped so, <<does she speak the truth?>> he asked Aemond, rage once again gracing his features. Borros instinctively gripped the handles of the throne again, only to let go almost immediately. Probably because of the stinging pain of broker nails and ruined fingertips.

Visenya wasn’t happy to bring this up. In truth, amidst the sorrow for the loss of a grandsire, and the rage for the ease with which Otto and Alicent Hightower had usurped the throne, she had been relieved the day her grandmother had brought news from King’s Landing, for it meant that her betrothal to Aemond had no more reasons to be.

Yet now it seemed the only reasonable thing that would end this mess without bloodshed. She hoped that, at least, between a devastating war fought with dragons, rather than armies, and the prospect of Aemond eventually ruling the kingdoms by her side, the Hightowers would choose the latter. Even though she knew that a similar match had been bitterly refused by the queen dowager once.

She hoped that this one time she chose to be like her mother, the aftermath wouldn’t come to bite in the arse later.

&lt;<We do not need your armies, Lord Borros, for I’m sure you have been thought what had happen the last time Balerion had been sent to war against other dragons>> She looked at Aemond while speaking, the one she would be sent to kill should war break out, or the husband she would have to wed, <<we came to offer you peace, under the one true Queen of Westeros>>.

There was a long pause before anyone spoke out loud, many lords, or advisors, she didn’t care to know, spoke in hushed tones to Lord Baratheon, likely weighing their options. At last a guard came, from outside, given the pools of rainwater he left at every step, surely to confirm the presence of her dark monster within the castle walls. As if she could have appeared out of nowhere in any other way.

&lt;<Out, all of you>> Screamed at last the Stormlord, <<as I already said, the Stormlanders are not dogs to be whistled up at need>> Visenya guessed that this was the best result she would ask for. Borros would’n support Rhaenyra, but he wouldn’t either give his support to Aegon.

Once more she pushed Luke back, with more urgency now. 

As long as they were under Baratheon's roof, she knew Aemond couldn’t really harm him, or at least she hoped so. But once they were out it was another story entirely. Arrax, after all, could easily fit in either Balerion or Vhagar’s mouths.

Finally Lucerys understood the message, and turned on his heels, followed suit by some of the guards that were stationed at their side. He quietly bowed to Borros, a gesture of respect that had Visenya raise a brow, and started to walk outside.

&lt;&lt;Wait>> Called the velvet voice of Aemond. It sent a cold chill down her spine, <<my Lord Strong>> -don’t turn- Visenya angrily thought, -keep walking- yet of course her brother had to stop and turn her head.

&lt;<Did you two really think that you fly about the realm, trying to steal my brother’s throne without consequences?>> Visenya’s hand gripped the dagger she had hidden, praying that dark, hateful Aemond wouldn’t consider harming a woman. Not that she was afraid of her life, she had quit feeling any sense of self preservation the night she had claimed Balerion, no, she just knew that if Aemond went for Luke and ignored her, she could have an opening to push her blade right in his black heart.

&lt;<Is it truly stealing though, when you are merely taking back what is yours by right?>> She said, stepping in the middle of the fight against all common sense. It took one look towards her brother to realize how terrified he was of Aemond. And that sent her mind spiraling again: if she wasn’t fast enough? <<Do you think yourself so inadequate, incapable, of ruling to spit like that on the prospect of sitting the Iron Throne by my side?>> She saw then the anger in his one eye, Visenya had definitely hit a sore spot. 

In one swift, graceful movement Aemond stepped closer to hte siblings, grabbed his own dagger and removed his eyepatch. Revealing his ruined eye. The scar, still looking red and fresh despite the years passed, covered half of his handsome face, the eyelids of his missing eye had been cut open, she noted, and instead of an eyeball, or a dark hole, a glowing sapphire was nestled in his orb.

She would have considered it bald, even beautiful, were it not for the murderous gaze on the remaining eye.

What possessed her to move she didn’t know, Visenya heard Luke stating that &lt;<they came as messengers, not warriors>>, and for as much as she loved her brother, it sounded too like a pathetic and fearful attempt at a quick escape. So maybe she acted because, despite the fact that Luke was trained with the sword and she wasn’t, she felt like he wouldn’t be able to cause harm to anyone. She quickly found herself inches from Aemond’s face. Her dagger pressed on the soft skin of his cheekbone, right under his good eye. Visenya was sure that, to protect her loved ones, she could turn into a cold killer. She was, after all, Daemon’s daughter.

Visenya willed herself to set her gaze on Aemond’s remaining eye, and banned all fears and all sense of doubts from her mind, &lt;<I may have sworn not to fight>> she whispered, which was a lie. She had sworn to behave, her mother not thinking she could ever pick up a blade and use it. How naive of her. <<But I will defend myself, and my brother>> her tone was cold and angry, and her words were underlined by the added pressure she put on the blade. Aemond didn’t move, his breath appeared calm, and even, yet he didn’t dare move a muscle. Not when she threatened to blind him forever, <<Balerion made no such promises, and if my wellbeing is threatened…>> she had no need to complete the sentence. For how terrifying and huge Vhagar was, the Black Dread was ten fold. And he craved the fight. Everyone knew that.

The words, or her tone, she couldn’t say, awakened her uncle from his trance. Visenya registered the hushed footsteps of Luke, taking the bait and leaving while Aemond was distracted, just like she had told him to. &lt;<Seems like your strong brother doesn’t share your courage, princess>> Aemond mocked when he noticed his missing nephew. They were so close now that she could feel his breath caressing her skin. He slowly allowed his hand to fall, and sheathed his dagger with a blatant gesture, to be sure that she could see it. After a long moment she decided to imitate him, and she didn’t miss the relieved huff that escaped Aemond’s lips. <<It is good to see that you can be made to see reason, uncle>> Visenya said not breaking the stare, and not moving a muscle, <<it would be a great inconvenience for me having to carry you around completely blind, should we truly become husband and wife>> he smiled, that sardonic, infuriating smile that she couldn’t understand the meaning of, he looked both furious and turned on. Visenya couldn’t decide what scared her the most.

&lt;<I am sure>> He said, his voice like velvet, never betraying any emotions, <<your offer comes with terms, niece>> Visenya took a moment to think. She hadn’t thought this through when she spoke the words in front of Borros Baratheon, she hadn’t thought Aemond might actually consider the scenario, and that is why he asked. Or maybe, he liked the idea of himself sitting on the Iron Throne in place of the brother she knew relentlessly bullied him in their youth, alongside her own brothers. Or maybe he understood that he wouldn’t win the Stormlands today, and was merely buying time.

&lt;<Your brother will bend the knee to the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms>> Visenya said in her most stern and cold tone, <<my mother is willing to welcome back her siblings, and Helaena’s children, back into her heart, for she is sure>> she decided to put emphasis into the words that Visenya heard her mother speak to the messenger she had sent to King’s Landing, <<that you have been misguided by the greed of one man. Any lord and knight who will swear fealty to their Queen will be pardoned. Our marriage will seal the deal, and in time, when I will ascend the throne, we shall rule together, like the Old king and his good Queen Alisanne>> She thought her demands would be met with a grin, or laughter. Either way she expected Aemond to dismiss them, just like Otto Hightower had dismissed any of her mother's terms on the bridge of Dragonstone.

Yet Aemond seemed to be considering it, &lt;<I swear that there shall not be any treachery, on my own blood, or on any gods you choose to believe in>> it felt like the right thing to say. She couldn't know whether her uncle was a pious man, but her mother obviously was, considering how she had redecorated the Red Keep, so maybe swearing her intentions to their gods they so much loved might make the offer a little more considerable. Still, Visenya made a mental note that all of those hideous godly decorations would be the first things to disappear once they took back her mother’s throne.

&lt;<I shall bring your terms to the king>> Visenya rolled her eyes, and decided to switch to High Valiryan so that they were the only ones who would understand, was Aemond truly so thick? What game was he playing? <<*I remember the way he treated you, and I’m sure you do as well. Do you really think he would hand you over the throne?*>> Aemond opened and closed his mouth. He didn’t know how to respond, or rather, he did but he didn’t wish to speak the words, no to her of all people. Her uncle’s silence showed that this was a weak spot, and finding that out emboldened her. so Visenya stepped even closer to him, and rested her hand on his muscular bicep, <<*It is us that are offering you absolute power, not your brother, not your grandsire, not you mother. Rhaenyra is, and I. Remember that when your family will refuse the terms we offered and chose war and death rather than seeing the more capable brother on the Iron Throne*>> Visenya knew she had hit a bare nerve when she noticed how strongly he was biting his lower lip. Aemond did want the throne, now she could see it, in the way the light in his eye changed, and in the way he was forcing himself not to speak. He thought himself better than Aegon, probably better than Rhaenyra too. He thought himself Jahaerys born again, probably. <<*That is why it is to you, that I was instructed to offer our terms, and no one else*>> A lie. But she couldn’t help herself from trying, not when Visenya knew he was truly beginning to consider the terms. She couldn’t let the opportunity slip.

Visenya at last removed her hand from his harm and offered it to him, he immediately took it  and kissed her knuckles. &lt;<Do not make me wait long for a response. Uncle>> She purred. He nodded, a quick, elegant gesture, and proceeded to leave the round hall of Storm’s End. When Aemond was far away enough, she let out the big breath she had held up until now. Apparently, they all survived.

The rain outside was pouring so strongly it was hard so anything past one’s nose, and the winds were so strong that on two occasions, on the short trek where her dragon was waiting, she thought it would send her tumbling on the muddy ground. 

How people chose to willingly live in such a place, was beyond her comprehension.

When she made it to where Balerion was waiting, a short walk that took twice, if not trice, as much time as it should have, she found the now familiar tall figure of Aemond standing still before him. She was about to shoot a snarky remark at him, when she realized the reason why he stood where he stood.

Balerion was blocking his way to Vhagar.

She was familiar with the old she-dragon: it had been her aunt’s for a long time. She remembered admiring them fly together in the skies above Dragonstone and Driftmark, she remembered standing nose up, somewhere on one of the two islands, and remaining absolutely speechless at how big Vhagar was, how huge, compared to all of the other dragons she had known.

Now, even in her vast, scary form, she looked almost tiny, in comparison to her black monster.

He was doing that on purpose, she could sense it. Balerion was not scared of Vhagar. In truth, he was not scared of anything, and how could he, when he was the largest living creature in the world? He could kill Aemond right then and there, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Even Vhagar would only be able to stand and watch. From the low rumbling that was coming from the she-dragon it was evident that she understood this as well, and she hated it.

&lt;<Tell you dragon to move, princess>> Said Aemond, when she got close enough for him to sense her presence.

She could let him do it, Visenya realized, she could let Balerion kill Aemond, and nothing would happen. The dragon was known for acting out of his own accord, no one has been able to bend his will ever since the death of the conqueror. That’s why it has been forbidden to try and bond to him ever since the death of his last rider, princess Aerea. So, no one would blame her if Balerion killed Aemond, who could testify that she gave the order?

&lt;<He rarely does what’s ordered to him>> She responded, still uncertain, <<unless i order him to kill. Then he grows obedient like a hound all of a sudden>> Visenya had never killed someone who had a name. She had been to stepstones recently, with her father and Lord Corlys, to crush the triarchy for the second, and hopefully final, time. She couldn’t avoid it, being the rider of the largest dragon in the world. Yet the men she had ordered to kill were nothing more than nameless ants, they were not her uncle, whom for good or worse she had known her whole life.

She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Balerion huffed, bored. Visenya decided to turn once last time towards her uncle, right before starting to climb atop Balerion, &lt;<the next time I see you, uncle, could be on our wedding day. Or on a battlefield. Either way, good luck on what’s to come>>.

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I Would Die For You In Secret [Prologue]

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Targaryen!reader

summary: when you reunite with your family in the Red Keep the plans of peace seem improbable. after breaking fast with estranged relatives you go to Aemond’s rooms if only to give him a piece of your mind (5.5k) 

notes: I don’t write stuff like this anymore (incestuous relationships) but I forgot I had this prologue to the two parted fic with the same name written from awhile ago. Figured I might as well post it.

part 1 | part 2

“That is a mad idea.”

You stood in the hall of Dragonstone, standing between your brothers Jacaerys and Lucerys, the younger children of Rhaenyra not present.

When your mother had said that you would be leaving Dragonstone after the many years you had resided there to go back to the Red Keep you might have thought this a joke if not for the serious expression on her face and the barely hidden disdain on Daemon’s at the proposition.

When she followed this preposterous relocation of your family with the ridiculous idea that you would be going back so that you and your brothers could mend the tensions with Alicent Hightower’s children you had laughed if only out of disbelief.

Jace and Luke were still silent, so you had to voice the truth alone it seemed.

“You really want us to be friends with the likes of Aegon and Aemond?” Your voice came in a spat.

Your mother sighed. “Yes, it is essential to the survival of our family.”

“Does our grandsire demand it?”

You might have admitted another day that you were being haughty in a way that was reminiscent of the people you despised but today you would not admit such a thing.

The look of exasperation on her face was not missed by you. “No, he has not, but the Queen and I have spoken in length. As neither of us wishes for our children to be harmed when my father is no longer with us, reconciliation is the only foreseeable path.”

You being speechless at this was a first.

“If this is what we must do,” Jace spoke for the first time since Rhaenyra had told her children what must be done. The trepidation in his voice at the prospects were clear but the son of duty, he would do as his mother bid him and trust her judgment. “Then we will do everything we can to set things right.”

Your temper was at a high, perhaps due to how you had not too long ago been riding your dragon. Just as soon as your mother had smiled at her eldest child in gratitude you had turned to him, annoyed.

“Oh and will you reconcile with Aegon? You are going to rekindle your friendship with Alicent Hightower’s drunken son?”

The warning glance Jace shot you did nothing to curb your tongue. “And perhaps Lucerys can reconcile with Aemond. Yes, I am sure the Prince will be most forgiving.”

“Do not bring me into this,” Lucerys was saying on your other side, something between a plea and murmur.

You did not listen and Jace’s smart retort came, “We have not seen our uncles in a long time. Aegon might not be a drunkard and Aemond might not hold a grudge.”

“You are either infinitely wiser than I or you are just an idiot.”

“Stop it!”

Finally, you turned back to see your mother looking exasperated beyond relief. If you had liked Daemon and not merely tolerated him, you might have appreciated the amusement on his face.

“You will not provoke them, Y/N. I mean it. If I am to be Queen as is right then we must have all of their support. So, your brothers will make things better with the Princes as Queen Alicent and I intend. Meanwhile you will spend time with Princess Helaena.”

You softened, only a little bit. Helaena was kind and yes, you had been close to her as children. Your resolve hardened when your mother continued, however. “And you will not provoke Prince Aegon or Prince Aemond. None of you will.”

Jacaerys and Lucerys said yes, mother but you only stared. After a moment you relented. “As you wish, mother.”

Days later when you were back at the Red Keep you could only remember what it was like to grow up here.

Happy memories were scarcely remembered. Glimpses of lessons with the Septa with Helaena, the whispers that followed you and your brothers’ shadows, things you were too young to really understand.

Your mother did a good job of shielding you from the accusations that the court murmured and it was easier to not know such a thing as your contested parentage when your uncles didn’t hate your brothers.

But then they had after a night at Driftmark. By then your family had left already to Dragonstone and you would not see the other side of your family for too many years to count.

You would have happily ignored their existence for eternity, even sweet Helaena who might have been a sister to you if you had not left the Red Keep so young. But you could have forgotten them all.

Then for an unknown reason Alicent had done the unthinkable and sent a raven to your mother, or so you had heard. Something about peace and reconciliation for the family and the safety of the Realm.

It made no sense to you at all, but you would have to accept it. You had no choice as you were shown to the part of the castle where your family’s apartments would be.

As you slouched in the chaise chair in your rooms you heaved a sigh, no doubt looking the picture of whatever a princess should not be doing.

“This will not work how mother thinks it will.”

Jace was standing in your rooms while Lucerys was in his own rooms, no doubt getting settled. “I applaud your optimism, sister. Do you not think we can mend these fences?”

You ignored him. “I do not have fences to mend. Princess Helaena and I exchanged occasional letters. Besides, we did not leave on malicious terms.”

He leveled a look at you, knowing this was not the end of what you would say.

“Though, Lucerys did stab Aemond in the eye, so I suppose he will have to mend that fence, will he not? I would have thought the maester already mended Aemond’s miserable face.”

“Is Lucerys the only one who should try to become friends with Aemond?” He asked as he looked at you the same way mother did when you were on the path of going too far.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Now he was teasing you.

“You look like mother right now, which is the last thing I need.”

“You cannot be hostile with them, especially Aemond. He will enjoy it and Aegon will try to get a reaction out of you.”

“You know I will not. I promised mother, since when do I break promises?”

He nodded. “Then let us make another.”

As he moved forward closer to you, you quirked a brow and propped yourself up. “Name it.”

“We will do our duty and reconcile with our family, but we both know they cannot be trusted. Aemond is too bitter and Aegon may be irredeemable.”

You nodded at this, knowing he was right even if you could not know who your uncles were anymore.

“We will not form friendships with them. We will promise with one another that we will look out for ourselves and Lucerys only.”

Your chin tilted up looking at him. Grabbing his hand in front of you, you shook it with conviction more befitting a seasoned lord and not a princess. Without doubting that Jacaerys was right, and knowing without a doubt that there was no possibility of befriending someone like Aegon or Aemond, you swore to your brother.

“I promise.”

Promises were hard to keep you had come to realize. Like when you had sworn to your mother that you would not provoke the Princes nor let them provoke you.

Easier said than done as you sat at the long table with the whole of your family, half of them strangers.

Waiting for King Viserys was an eternity and the silence between the younger Targaryens and Velaryons was thick with tension.

It took everything in you not to swig your wine as Aegon was doing a few seat down the table. You turned to Baela who sat besides you with Jacaerys on her other side.

As you leaned slightly and raised your brows at Jacaerys you made it little secret what you were thinking of as you teased him, thinking of his words that Aegon might not be a drunkard.

“Enough,” Jace mumbled under his breath after catching his mother’s look across the table where she sat besides the empty spot as you all waited for the King.

“I did not say anything, brother,” you whsipered, faking innocence.

Baela might have stifled a chuckle of her own at your retort but Jacaerys was in no mood for a jape. The warning look from your mother did have you retreating, remembering you promise.

It was all you could do to sit back in your seat, back straight and trying to pretend this was a comfortable place for you to be.

You would behave for a time but only for your mother and your grandsire. As you glimpsed your uncles you swore it would never be for their sake.

Close as you were in their age you remembered as a young girl how seriously Aemond had taken himself. As close as you were to Helaena you had known as a child that Aemond loathed that he did not have a dragon, so once you had told him you would ask your mother for a dragon egg the next time Syrax laid a fresh clutch. Your act of kindness had made him pinch up his face as he uttered harsh words how he did not need an egg from someone like you.

You could barely remember the exchange after all these years but you had recalled how that was the first and only time you had attempted a friendship with Helaena’s younger brother, thinking him foulmouthed and cold.

To you at the age of eight, he was worse than Aegon who never uttered an intelligent thought in his life. It was only a few years later you were all at Driftmark for Lady Laena’s funeral and Aemond had claimed Vhagar and Lucerys had taken his eye.

Childhood memories before that night hardly mattered. A few letters with Helaena before they lapsed over time were the sole reminder of the connections you had in the Red Keep but even those too had faded. All of that just to return was the madness of this all.

In the corner of your eye you saw Helaena who sat nearly four seats down, besides Aegon and you could not help the frown as you saw her whispering something under her breath, seemingly to herself.

If Aegon was as foul as some servants whispered you wondered how the Queen and King would ever marry sweet Helaena to someone like her brother.

Looking at Otto Hightower you thought you might have known why. What is a Princess’s happiness compared to the consolidation of power?

Despite not being married off yet, you had heard Daemon and your mother whispered one night as you passed the corridors of Dragonstone. Something about Cregan Stark being near your age. You could fill in the rest with your imagination.

Just because you had not been married and shipped off yet did not mean it would not happen.

Looking at nothing as you thought of your fate now that you observed Helaena’s, you weren’t aware of how thin your lips were as you frowned.

Under the table, Lucerys’ hand squeezing yours broke you out of your stupor. Finding your brother’s worrisome gaze on you, you smiled as warmly as you could, letting him know you were fine.

Enough was riding on this reunion and you could only let him worry over what could possibly come, not on the battles you could only fight in your mind.

Your eyes flickered to the King as he entered the room and frowned at how sick and frail he had become.

“You know why we are all here together,” he said in an constrained voice, like it took everything in him to speak. “My lady wife and daughter know how important it is for us to put everything behind us. Find it in yourselves to put the past where it belongs. Do this for the realm, our great house, your king, your father, your husband, your brother, your grandsire.”

He had looked at his children, first your mother then his younger children, then to Alicent, to Daemon, and finally to you and your brothers.

To see a powerful man beg his family was a sombering affair and it had affected you most of all. When he sat down you could see your mother sit up and toast the Queen. The shock came when you could tell your mother meant her kind words, even more when the Queen seemed moved.

You might have been young but you could still recall the resentment between the Queen and your mother. How strange it was for them to make and effort and all the years of tension to slip away.

When Queen Alicent stood and toasted your mother you felt for once not so jaded at your part of the family you had not seen in the many years. And when Jace made his toast to Aemond and Aegon, trying his best to form a friendship you thought your brother might have been truly genuine even if your uncles were uninterested.

Aegon was only interested in being foulmouthed as he got up to get more wine before saying to Baela beside you, “If you ever wish to be satisfied, you need only ask.”

As you processed the words Jace’s fist had slammed the table as he stood up, not taking the slight easily. Aegon might have sat down again but Jace could not be provoked, not when Aemond stood up nearly challenging him to do something.

You might have thought about telling your uncles off but Jace had promised to your mother to heal the family not further tear it apart.

“We have not seen each other in a long time,” he began before casting a look to Lucerys at the end of your family’s side of the table. Smiling he continued, “but I have fond memories of our shared youth. I hope as men we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family’s good health, dear uncles.”

The fist bump he gave Aegon’s should had the drunken prince mumbling half heartedly, “To you as well.”

To your pleasure, Aemond had to sit down again. You could practically see the disappointment that he had not been able to do something to Jace, though exactly what you did not know.

“To Baela and Rhaena,” Helaena was saying as she stood up and hearing her voice unwittingly made you smile. “They will be married soon. It is not so bad. He mostly ignores you. Unless sometimes when he’s drunk.”

The smile fell right off your lips at that. You wondered what the Queen had thought marrying Helaena to Aegon, who clearly had no good intentions in him after his comment to Baela.

A smiling was tugging your lips again, however, when Jace had asked Helaena to dance. You knew why, of course. It was a gesture of kindness and goodwill, nothing more, and even Aegon did not seem to care his sister-wife was dancing with Jace.

The tensions might not have been there, if only for a moment, as Jace and Helaena had returned to their seats. The food had arrived and smelled delightful. You might have even began eating until you heard a scrap of a chair and shadow looming over you.

“Princess,” Aegon was saying, as mocking as it was, and held out his hand. Jacaerys and Helaena might have already sat back down from dancing but it seemed Aegon was not happy to sit by now.

The offer to dance was not one you could refuse. It could be seen as a slight and looking across the table at your mother who was tightlipped as she nodded, you knew what you must do.

Ignoring how your brothers, mostly Jacaerys, looked at the scene unfolding as you stood up and placed your hand in Aegon’s as he led you to where his sister-wife and nephew had been dancing not moments before.

As the music started again you moved quickly with the pace. Putting your elbow in his you turned, expertly moving to the dance you had learned many years ago.

“I must confess my shock to hear that you are not yet betrothed as your brothers are, Princess.”

The mockery of your title from his lips would have affected you if you did not know exactly who Aegon was. “My brothers became betrothed today and I am not an old maiden yet, Uncle. There is time to find a worthy suitor.”

“And yet you have not found one,” he chided, obviously amused and perhaps finding you lacking.

“When my mother and Prince Daemon present a match to me I am sure it will be politically and personally well suited.”

You turned opposite directions as he took your other elbow in his, continuing the dance.

“What you mean to say is that you are the type of maiden who does as she bids.”

“Why of course I am uncle,” you smiled, feigning sweetness. “If I did not do as my mother bids, you would be on the floor covered in your own blood.”

The shock of it had his grip loosening and you smiled brightly at him, turning back to the table and taking your seat between your brothers. As Aegon retreated and went to his chair that he now slouched in you felt rather pleased, even as your mother looked at you with concern, unable to know what was said.

You missed it right before it happened. You had only sat down as a servant set down a roasted pig on the other end of the table in front of Prince Aemond. You couldn't give your younger brother a pointed look, remembering the prank your brothers and Aegon had done to Aemond as children, before Lucerys had laughed.

Then, your uncle was standing and you could see it in his eye as you looked at him that he was excited for whatever was to come. All the more reason to be on guard.

“A final tribute to my nephews— Jace, Luke and Joffrey,” Aemond said, smiling coldly. “Each of them handsome—”

You frowned, looking at Jace near you. Could he sense what you could, or was the malice imagined?

“Wise—”

You looked across the table to your mother. You silented pleaded for her to look your way as her eyes were on Aemond as was everyone else.

The pause was deadly silent and the smile on Aemond’s face was not kind. Anyone could see he would not be about to pay your brothers a compliment.

If your mother would not look at you right now you would have to glance at Daemon who now caught your gaze.

Just as Daemon nodded in your direction you heard Aemond finish, “Strong.”

Jace was up as quick as lightning. “I dare you to say that again.”

Your chair made an ugly noise as the wooden legs scraped the stone floor, nearly tipping over. Just as fast you stepped to Jace, moving in front of him as Aemond moved to the side of the table.

Jace was made of honor and would not stand for the slight on him and your brothers, even you by association. Thank the Gods his sister was more clever than he for you saw Aemond exactly for who he was.

Lethally, you held his wrist in a grip so tight it would hurt him. Pulling down on his wrist, ignoring the grunt of pain, you whispered sharply in his ear, “He is provoking you. Sit.”

Jace did not sit, still simmering in anger as he remembered Vaemond’s words earlier calling your mother a whore and her children bastards, but he still stood behind you, not saying a word and not approaching Aemond who now had a smirk on his lips.

It seemed this was not going how he thought but he enjoyed it nonetheless. He might have been an agent of chaos but you were hard as the stone on your ancestral home, firm in the ground from years of practice knowing when to stay still. He was the violent waves wanting to knock you over but you were the stone that had been smoothed over from years of the waves torment. The likes of your uncle could not move you. You would not give him what he wanted.

This time you smiled at him and you were cold and mocking before you even spoke. Letting Jace’s wrist go you could feel his heavy breathing behind you but folding your arms behind your back, letting everyone see you did not need your brother to be held back and that he would not attack Aemond as your uncle so clearly desired. Not to mention you were not scared of him or anyone here.

If they wanted to strike you down or worse yet make you strike them down when your mother pleaded for peace, then they were fools.

“You honor my brothers and I, Uncle.”

He did not say anything and you saw Aemond flicker his gaze over your shoulder at Jace. You could imagine your brother’s surprise and only hoped he had the ability to hide it.

“It pleases me to hear you compliment my brothers, Prince Aemond,” you smiled and it might have even looked as genuine as you pretended to be. “Especially after our family’s complicated past. I have no doubt we may yet all be friends with one another some day.”

Raising your cup to him you smiled. “I raise my cup to you, my prince. I can only pray that we may always see eye to eye.”

You could hear Jace sit down at last and Lucerys choked on his drink as you drowned your glass of wine like you were your drunken uncle.

“Y/N,” your mother admonished, knowing just as well as Aemond what you had said.

Your uncle only stared you down with menace. Maybe he was deciding if striking you like he so desperately wanted to do to your brothers was a worthy cause.

Alicent was eyeing your mother, undoubtedly wondering what she would say.

“Apologize to your uncle,” Rhaenyra said tightly. “That was unseemly.”

Turning your head to look at her, you frowned. Did she need peace so badly she expected you to allow Aemond to call your brothers bastards?

“I was only thanking him, mother,” you said, voice dripping of honey. As Daemon chuckled, enjoying the tension that was rising, you continued, “I meant no offense.”

When you looked back at him, your lips upturned in a smile so sweet it was destined to be insincere, Aemond only hummed in reply. The clench of his jaw and the cold look in your eyes made you think he might have thrown a punch to you, even if he had hoped it would be Jace he’d be able to injure.

You gripped your fist as you tried to remember the self defense move Laenor had taught you once. Aemond had grown tall and had the build of a seasoned warrior but a part of you thought you could hit him hard enough. Another part of you, the rational part of you, told you that was a foolish thought.

His eyes that had been staring at you with animosity like you were a challenge he didn’t want now moved to your fist. When you had unclenched your fist it was too late. He had seen you and a smirk had already been forming when you relaxed your hand.

The amusement on his face made you nauseous. Or maybe that was the wine you had downed too quickly.

With a wayward glance at his mother who was frowning at the interaction that had happened in front of everyone’s eyes, he left the room but not before looking at you again almost like he had won.

Your intentions were good but as you did whenever you had made a misstep you wanted to run and hide. That was not an option.

Helaena had left the room quickly and when Aegon had followed, a snicker falling from his lips, your mother had moved to you from her side of the table.

One look at your brothers and they were leaving, your mother’s orders clear. The reassuring hand Jace had put on your shoulder did not soothe you nor did the apologetic look Lucerys gave you hold any comfort.

“I told you to not provoke them. I said they might provoke you.”

“I know,” you replied in a quiet voice, all too aware of the other elders who were in the room.

Did the likes of the Hightowers really get to hear your mother tell you how you had done wrong?

“And yet you did the opposite of what you promised.”

“I did not intend it.”

“Your intentions are not what matters, Y/N. Your actions do, however, have consequences.”

You scoffed involuntarily. “Is something amusing?“ She asked you sharply.

“You think if we become friends with them we will heal the family and save the realm. This will not happen.”

“Why not?” She asked and for a moment you forgot that Alicent Hightower, the Hand and Daemon were in the room.

“He is comfortable in his hatred. As is Aegon,” you saw her eyebrows raise at your words. “Lucerys might cut out his eye and he will not be satisfied. Aemond will not be content with less than everything, even if we all burn because of it.”

She let out a shaky breath. “These are harsh words.”

“They are honest ones. I see the truth as it is, mother.”

“You see what you think is the truth. I do not want you to paint a gruesome picture of my half-brother when we do not know what history may hold for my reign.”

You laughed a breath. “My uncle knows nothing but hate. I’ve read the histories of our family, mother. I know what Targaryens can do to one another.”

You had known the truth, plain and simple. “We are dragons, there is no middle ground. We stand by each other or we destroy one another. I do not see a world where Aemond Targaryen stands with us.”

“You promised me that you would not provoke them. You swore you would help us mend our family,” she reminded you in a harsh whisper. “And now I hear my only daughter is certain her mother’s efforts will be in vain. Do you think so little of me?”

You shook your head, denying her words.

“Then fix this,” she urged lowly. “You will go to Prince Aemond and apologize come the morning. You will do so sincerely and you will not say such a thing to him again.”

Your jaw tightened at her words. A protest settled deep within your throat, the clench of your jaw all that was preventing it from being harshing said to your mother. “As you wish, mother,” you relented but the resentment in your words could not be hidden. Of course you would have to apologize for this to him of all the cravens in the Realm.

Ignoring the stares from your mother, the Queen and the Hand of the King you left the small hall. Torches of fire light dotted the corridors and on your journey to Aemond’s quarters you had only grown more furious. You prayed he was not in his rooms somehow when you rapped a fist against his door.

There was no answer after a minute and you felt satisfied. Until the door was pulled open with immense force and you were face to face with Aemond. His leather doublet had been unbuttoned and his eyepatch was off. He had clearly been in the middle of undressing for the night, keen on solitude, but by the widening of his eye following by a deep frown, it was also clear he had not been expecting a visitor.

If the gossip that filled your ears from visitors to Dragonstone over the years were right, Aemond always wore an eyepatch to not scare the ladies of the court. It made him sound like a gentleman something you very much doubted.

“Should you not be in your chambers?” he asked bruskly, his eye scrutinizing you.

“I was sent to apologize,” you replied begrudgingly, gritting your teeth as you said it. “I was unseemly.”

He must have thought your words as insincere as you knew them to be by the way he smirked, leaning himself against the threshold. “You are a terrible liar.”

“You called my brothers bastards,” you reminded him sharply, your anger growing like dragon fire. “On today of all days, when our mothers wanted peace. After Vaemond Velaryon called my mother a whore and my siblings bastards.”

He only hummed, looking disinterested. “You are more tiresome than I recall,” you spat and there was nothing to quell your fury. “And you’ve become as loathesome as Aegon. In every way to match him I’m sure.” your words of Aegon held unmistakeable meaning.

“Did he trouble you?” he asked, still disinterested but the heavy look in his eye held a deeper meaning.

“No more than he troubles the serving girls with great frequency, I hear,” you scoffed, giving Aemond a nasty look. He bristled at your tone. “I am sure his vile nature rivals your own.”

“You are one to talk,” he said curtly, lips moving into an unpleasant expression. “I remember you on Driftmark lying for your brothers—”

“And I recall you holding to rock over Jace’s body saying you would feed us to your dragon so we might burn alive like Ser Harwin,” you bit the words out, taking a step near him in challenge. “But of course, you are the innocent one, are you not? The unnatural children of your half-sister are to blame for everything in this family?”

He said nothing as he stared at you witha menacing look with a tinge of surprise. “And here I am ordered to visit you offering an apology because peace is more important than dignitity.”

“Careful,” he chided. “Someone might think you are criticizing the heir to the Iron Throne.”

“Peace will never occur in our family, everyone is a fool to believe our house could be one.”

He raised a brow, your words unexpected. “You expect war, Princess?”

Even now when you spoke of the reality that could fall on your family he made a joke of it, wanting to rile you at every turn. “I see our family for what it is. And I have disdain for having to fix the bonds broken before I was born into this world.”

Maybe you were blaming your mother, maybe you thought it was wrong you had to fix what had occurred between her and the Queen. You felt entitled to your bitterness but in your rage you could not recognize this might be a common ground between you both.

He hummed. You thought he might have even looked at you in understanding. “You are very poor at apologizing.”

“And you are a craven who wants to ruin any chance at peace.” Your words were harsh because a world in which you and Aemond could be friends was impossible after Driftmark, and you had promised to stand by your brothers before this visit.

“Craven?” he repeated like he had not heard the words. “Watch yourself, niece. I ride the Queen of Dragons and the only craven here is—”

“The one who picks fights with his kin at a dinner for peace, yes we have established that,” you pursed your lips, the anger that had faded rising in waves. “At every turn you ruin everything in our family. You and your brother. Helaena and Jace were dancing and Aegon decided to ruin that and you not long after.”

“That bastard brother of yours had no right to dance with my sister, she is married to Aegon,” he hissed and stray silver hairs fell in front of his eyes.

You laughed, the sound spiteful. “And what a match that was! Aegon had offered to lay with Baela and me not long after, but not before he insinuated no man in Westeros would want to wed me. I pity Helaena she is too gentle to have such cruel brothers and to be married to one fo them, I could think of no worse fate.”

He was stunned to silence for a moment, but why you did not know and did not care to ask. “You are cruel, Aemond, and I think you revel in sharing your misery to the whole of our family. But because my mother ordered me to, I do apologize for my unseemly comment. I shall practice treating you as a ghost not worthy of acknowledging at any fast we must break together in the future.”

You could not bear to look at him and turned on your heel, striding down the corridor to where your apartments were during your time in the Keep. The entire journey to your rooms your anger had not faded.

#aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x velaryon oc #aemond x velaryon!reader #pro aemond targaryen

[bohemian-nights]

Aemond x Reader HC

Warnings: None(except for cousin incest 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Word Count: ~960 words

AN:

I know I said I might write something for Daemon, but this came into my head last night. I can’t help it, I have Aemond on the brain���🏽‍♀️ I might turn this into an actual full fledged fanfic.

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Okay so reader 🧝🏽‍♀️ is Aemond’s half-cousin(her mom is the younger half-sister of Viserys). Her dad is the younger brother of Corlys Velaryon(Vaemond?).

She was basically raised at court and was a childhood companion of Helaena. Her mom died when she was young so Alicent was kinda like a second mom to her.

She was betrothed to Aemond when they were children(maybe shortly after Aemond claimed Vhagar). Got to keep the Valyrian bloodline as pure as possible.

Reader doesn’t have a dragon🐉 Her dragon egg never hatched. She may try to bond with a dragon once the Dance begins though.

She and Aemond married 💍when she was 15-16 and Aemond 18-19. So they’ve been married for about 7-8 years by the start of this story.

Aemond is hard for her to read sometimes. Reader still feels that he is distant despite the fact that they’ve known each other for most of their lives. He’s still very loyal though. Aemond can also be very possessive over her.

By the time the Dance 🐉is about to kick off they have three children. Maybe one girl(their first born?) and twin boys. I feel like they have the names of the old school Targs/dragon lords. Perhaps Visenya, Aerion, and Maegon. Their daughter is betrothed to Aegon’s son and heir. Maybe the reader is pregnant 🤰🏽with their fourth child, but they don’t know it yet.

Lol Aemond is a girl dad, but he is not a deadbeat to his boys cause he loves his kids equally(I’m looking at you Viserys). He loves taking his kids on rides with him and Vhagar. He teaches them high Valyrian, their history, and how to “control” their dragons 🐉 He teaches the boys how to fight⚔️ You know the works.

I feel like this story starts off when Vaemond 👱🏾‍♂️comes to Kings Landing asking to be made his brothers successor. Reader tries to get him to see reason and not rock the boat, but her father doesn’t listen.

Reader is there standing by her husband and in-laws when her father pleads his case. Obviously things go left and Daemon takes Vaemond’s head💀(on Rhaenyra’s orders like in the book). Reader is rightfully horrified. Aemond has to literally carry her away from the scene since she starts to break down.

Aemond is beyond pissed off with the situation himself(though he never had great regard for Vaemond he was still his good father), but someone’s got to keep it together.

Reader is obviously still in shock by the time nightfall rolls around. She does not want to go to family dinner 🥘 . Honestly she just wants to hug and cuddle with her babies and lowkey so does Aemond, but Viserys forces both of them to attend.

At dinner 🍽 Jace tries to ease some of the tension by dancing with her which she reluctantly accepts(cause King Dumb Dumb is still in the room). Jace dancing 🕺🏻with his wife + the Luke 🐷 situation + Vaemond being beheaded = Aemond Strong speech. Reader would have told him to stop but she’s beyond exhausted at this point. Alicent has to be the one that scolds him(like in the show).

When King Dumb Dumb finally kicks the bucket 🪣 that night, reader and Aemond are alerted. It might be stretch, but I’ll say Reader is on the Green 🟢council. Her daughter is set to become the future queen and Alicent considers her an important and trusted person.

She tries to argue for peace, but Otto and Alicent(why did they have to make it seem like Alicent was clueless?) point out what Rhaenyra and Daemon will do to them if Rhaenyra takes the throne. I love Daemon, but you can’t convince me that he wouldn’t have at least made Viserys' trueborn sons and grandsons take the black ▪️ to protect Rhaenyra’s reign.

Reader obviously fears for her husband and son’s safety so she goes along with Aegon being crowned king🤴🏼

Aemond voices to her privately that he’d make a better king, but both are loyal to Aegon. While Aemond is on the hunt for Aegon, the reader finds out that Rhaenys is being kept prisoner in her room. She feels guilty about Rhaenys👩🏻‍🦳 being locked up(she is her aunt)so she goes to free her.

Rhaenys tries to get her to leave 🛫with her. She says that Rhaenyra will be merciful to her and her kids(they are first cousins after). Reader doesn’t trust it(I mean they did behead her father).

Plus she could never abandon Aemond and she definitely could not take away their children from him. Lol Rhaenys does not burst through the coronation(seriously why did they add that?) when she leaves.

When the Green 🟢 council finds out that it was the reader who let Rhaenys go, they are furious (even Alicent, who reader is usually in the good graces of). They need all the dragon 🐉 riders they can get on their side to win this war.

Otto is especially upset. He kinda wants to put the reader on house arrest 🚔, but both Aemond(he’s still pissed but that’s his wife) and Alicent defend her.

Since Aemond is married he goes to Storm's End with a proposal on his younger brother’s (Daeron) behalf. Daeron is still in Oldtown so it’s more convenient for Aemond to make the journey. The Luke situation obviously goes down. Team Black ⚫️ gets pissed off(understatement I know).

Daemon was initially going to go after Aemond’s kids in retaliation for Luke, but they are heavily guarded. You won’t catch Aemond 🧝🏻‍♂️slipping plus he knows that Daemon 🧝🏻‍♂️ will be coming for his kids. So Daemon has settle for Aegon’s kids instead.

The Dance is definitely in full swing now. Both sides want blood 🩸 and to see their side come out on top👑 Reader just wants to see her babies, herself, and Aemond make it out in one piece.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x oc #aemond x velaryon!reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond x original character #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd spoilers #we have a long wait until season 2 so I could write do a whole fanfic on this #aemond targaryen headcanons #aemond targaryen x velaryon!reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon imagine #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #bnhotdfic

[psychicrunawaybouquet-aus]

A Thread of Green and Black

Helloooo. This is a throw you right in fic in which Aemond has been betrothed to a Velaryon reader named Visenya.

For context, Aemond is 19, Visenya 18 and Jace 16. Visenya will not inherit the iron throne in this AU.

Warning! Not NSFW but there are *inappropriate comments* from of course Aegon TM. Also Game of Thrones typical incest.

Visenya——-

You look very well today niece.’ Aegon complimented in his usual leering manner. ‘If you ever tire of my moping miserable brother do let me know.’ He quipped, obviously pleased with himself.

Despite her disgust Visenya though it safest for her to ignore him and simply offer a small smile before trying to turn back to her food. As she carefully leaned away from Aegon she noted her bethrothed was behaving even more stiff than usual in the seat to her left.

Much to her dismay Aegon had not yet moved on and felt the need to continue his commentary. ‘Aemond you truly are such a wet blanket.’ Aegon called across her. ‘Relax little brother, have a glass of wine, perhaps it will give you courage enough to get it wet, I’ve never seen a man in such desperate need for a fuck. I am sure your lovely betrothed will be willing to assist you in…’

Aemond suddenly and violently slammed his first down on the table. ‘Silence brother, cease your drunken ramblings’ Aemond demanded with commanding seriousness.

Despite Aemond’s intimidating presence Aegon was undeterred by his brothers ire. ‘Oh how very touchy of you, have I a hit a nerve brother? It’s been a long time for you hasn’t it, worried you have forgotten what to do? I wouldn’t worry too much, I can show Visenya some things if you would like.’ Aegon snickered into the goblet he was rising to his lips, the rest of his lewd comments muffled in the wine.

Aemond went red, leaning over Visenya forcing her to squash back into her chair as the brothers squabbled with her in the middle. ‘Do not speak of my betrothed this way ever again, I don’t want to hear her name in your disgraceful mouth!’ Aemond almost hissed through his teeth. As Aegon lifted his middle finger and rolled his eyes as if he were a child and not in fact a father himself.

Jace had now evidently noticed the heated discussion and had made his way over. Visenya could feel him standing behind her chair presence looming. ‘Uncle I do believe you are squashing my sister in your attempt to kill your brother, if you are going to do so, please leave her out of it.’ Jace demanded protectively.

At her brothers words, both Aegon and Aemond stood, chairs scraping along the stone floor to face him. ‘I am certain my brother could defend the Princess far better than you Lord Strong.’ Aegon said in an odd display of support for his younger brother.

Jace’s features contorted with anger he opened his mouth to speak but Visenya beat him to it standing from her chair in the middle of the three men. ‘Are we quite finished?’ The three young men certainly did not look finished glaring at each other with different levels of hatred and blood lust.

‘Jace I would very much like to dance if you would be so gracious to lead me through the next one.’ She questioned her eyes begging her brother to not cause a scene and attempt to attack Aegon or Aemond or both. To her immense relief he relented nodding in agreement.

She offered her hand to her brother who took it delicately and led her to the dance floor. ‘You can’t keep rising to their bait brother.’ She reasoned. ‘You are a man of 6 and 10 you are heir to the iron throne you must be better than this, above them and their poor behaviour!’

Jace looked at her with a mix of admiration and annoyance. ‘When did you become the diplomat?’ He queried affectionately. ‘I have always been the diplomat brother. Please don’t force me to make it a lifetime occupation.’ She teased in a half serious manner.

Her brother looked saddened by her words. ‘Don’t wed him Visenya. I think I’d rather die than see you broken and withered away by him’ her brother looked truly concerned for her, genuinely saddened that she would be forever bound to a monster.

She gazed at her brother, feeling an odd mix of love and loss. ‘I must brother, it is the command of our grand sire the King. No one can deny him.’

‘No one but he wants this marriage Visenya. We just need to delay your engagement so that mother can end this when the time comes.’ Jace believed what he was saying she realised. He believed he could save her from her fate.

She did feel saddened by her brothers words. Saddened that her grandsire was on his way out of this world, that her mother would be Queen still so young, that now she herself just a girl of ten and eight was the one who was responsible for repairing a rift between green and black. Yet despite all of this, she knew or at least had to believe that her grand sire had bequeathed this task on her for a reason. It was now her duty to help mend the pain between green and black.

‘It is your duty to be King brother. It is mine to mend the pieces of your family and of your court’ jace squeezed her arm slightly as he looked desperate. ‘ I don’t want to be King if you are the sacrifice.’ Tears welled in her kind hearted brothers eyes. He would be a good husband to Baela and a good King to the realm. This was a comfort to her when she is crippled in fear and a reminder of what she was fighting for. Aegon could not be allowed to ascend the iron throne as his mother so obviously wanted for him. He was not fit for it.

‘Do not fret bother, I feel I get under his skin as much as he does mine. I don’t believe he will harm me.’ She chanced a look over at green faction of the family. Sure enough Aemond was sipping at his wine, his eye watching her and Jace with no attempt to hide it. Jace followed her gaze settling on his one eyed uncle with hatred and suspicion.

‘He never stops watching you. I’m afraid his bloodlust for Luke will drive him to enact his revenge through you.’

Visenya looked away from Aemond but found she is unable to meet her brothers gaze. It was a concern that plagued her mind as well. If she was afraid, she didn’t want Jace to know the truth of it. ‘I don’t think anything will satiate his desire for revenge against Luke accept for harming Luke himself. I don’t believe he would harm me in his place.’ She spoke as she realised she was telling herself more than reassuring her younger brother.

Jace was kind enough to drop the topic and simply lead her through the remainder of the dance. Towards the end Lord Cregan Stark stepped up, asking for the next dance. After Lord Stark was Lord Arryn then the Prince of Dorne and so she danced all night.

….

Aemond ——

She had gone and danced with nearly every lord and second son in the room. He watched as she twirled, clapped and giggled her way about. Offering wide smiles to any man that called her comely. It was sickening to him. She may not have seen it but Aemond could make out the heavy looks of the men that led her through the steps. Most of them reaching too low on the small of her back or taking opportunity to look down her low neckline.

It was insulting to him, first that these men should have so little control and that second they would do it so openly in front of her father and betrothed. He huffed in his seat downing his wine and feeling fuzzier in the mind than he had in years. He had certainly over indulged.

‘Just like her mother.’ His own mother Alicent had scoffed at Ser Criston as he passed their table. ‘Quite right Your Grace’ Criston had agreed in a bitter tone his face twisted with hate.

Aemond knew that his mother had not meant that Visenya resembled her mother, from where he sat Rhaenyra’s silver hair shon brightly across the room in complete contrast to Visenya’s inky black. No his mother was referring to Rhaenyra’s loose morals and infamous promiscuity at court. Aemond let his eyes travel back to Visenya who was clutching Lord Stark’s shoulder in their second dance of the evening with far too much familiarity. He had had enough. Leanor Velaryon may have accepted being a cuckold but he certainly would not.

He rose from his seat feeling more influenced by the wine than he would care to admit and made his way across the floor straight for Visenya.

‘May I?’ Aemond queried to the man who she was currently dancing with. ‘Of course my Prince!’ Lord Stark’s ugly northern accent had quickly replied dropping his bethrothed hand as if she had burnt him whilst also taking a full step away from her. Good Aemond thought.

Aemond did not usually dance but he had been taught as was expected of him as a Prince, he found the rhythm and steps to be similar enough to combat that he could tolerate it. As a boy he had usually danced with his mother and sister as practice, Helaena was an awful partner, always drifting off and forgetting steps, she often stood on his toes or wandered off to make her own movements entirely. His mother was an elegant dancer and Aemond had always thought she looked graceful and dignified.

Visenya was far more similar to his mother than Helaena when it came to her dancing ability, however she moved with much more ease than Alicent. Visenya moved through the steps as though it was a natural behaviour and not a practiced series of movements.

He had never been this close to his betrothed for this long, at least not since their childhood and he indulged his drink addled brain in observation of her. Her skin was pale and smooth up close, yet she did have a small cluster of freckles rather curiously on just one side of her cheek, they were barely noticeable just a gentle hint of time in the sun. She smelled of roses, lavender and musk. Her eyelashes were dark and fluttered as her eyes opened and closed. She was dangerously captivating, no doubt near every man she had danced with had felt the same sense of longing to hold her just a little longer.

He felt his hand tighten slightly at her waist as he remembered his reasoning for approaching her in the first place.

‘You have danced with many lords tonight Princess’ he commented.

She looked up at him suspiciously and proudly said ‘Yes I enjoy dancing and many lovely lords of the realm were happy to indulge me when my betrothed was not.’

Aemond scoffed, ‘Yes I’m sure your mother has taught you all about indulging men you do not belong to.’

At first she looked angry with him and his biting words, perhaps even hurt but she schooled her features quickly. ‘I know you mean to call my mother a whore but I refuse to be offended by your childish and ignorant comments Uncle. I’ve had a pleasant evening and I intend to go to bed with a light heart.’

He felt his blood boil at her comments, presuming she was insinuating that she wished to continue on with one of the lords she had entertained, perhaps she would take one to her chambers as his treacherous sister had. ‘You will not indulge this evening with any of the men you have scandalised yourself with. You will not go to bed with any…’

But before he could continue she interrupted him she looked both serious and exhausted with him. ‘That is not what I had meant Aemond. Although I am not your property to order around, I’ll have you know that I intend to take our marriage seriously. I will not seek comfort outside of our marriage bed if you do me the courtesy of honouring me in the same way.’ Aemond was ashamed that he almost blushed at her mention of their marriage bed. He was abhorred that her reassurance that she would be his and his alone pleased something deep within him more than he could ever admit.

He flexed his fingers at her waist again, feeling little control over himself and noticed that she was studying him. Seemingly awaiting his response. She was reaching out with an olive branch he realised. Perhaps it would be wiser for them to have a companionable marriage instead of the turbulent one he had anticipated and perhaps even to some degree craved. ‘I can meet those terms.’ Was all he was able to say, which appeared to be enough for her as she offered a small smile.

He moved her through the remainder of the dance. He had expected that she would retreat and find her next dance partner however instead she put her small hand in his and stated guiding him back to the table. Her hand felt delicate yet reassuring in his. ‘You do not wish to keep dancing Niece?’ He queried.

‘No, I think it might upset my boneheaded betrothed, besides it would be nice to have some fruit and rest before I retire to bed.’ She looked at him accusingly, but she held good humour in her eyes rather than anger so he let her comment pass without response. Simply offering her a small nod before accompanying her back to their seats.

Across the room, he could feel his mothers gaze angered and full of worry boring into him. Yet despite himself he could not bring his hand to let go of Visenya’s. Somehow his mothers contempt fuelled stares seemed more tolerable than the losing the weight and heat her hand provided to his and perhaps he should have been more alarmed by that fact than he truly was.

#aemond x visenya #hotd aemond #aemond targaryen #Aemond #aemond fic #hotd #house of the dragon #aemond x oc #aemond x fem!oc #aemond one eye #aemond x velaryon!reader

[cottoncandylemonade]

Ok idk if someone else has thought of this buttttt if I ever do Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon OC, my Oc’s face claim would for sure be Antonia Gentry (who plays Ginny from Ginny and Georgia).

The only true born child of Rhaenyra and Laenor and the second-born, she would have so many parallels to Aemond in the way that she wishes to protect her mother and siblings from harm.

Like her with Targaryen silver hair and constantly repping Velaryon colors while at court I’m obsesseddddd!!

I also think it would be interesting to explore the idea of the drift mark succession if she was second in line to inherits, but technically Lucerys would still be the son meant to inherit butttt she is so clearly Laenors daughter that Corlys and Rhaenys may plot in a different direction…. Who knows what could happen.

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon aemond #hotd aemond #aemond x oc #aemond x velaryon!reader #house velaryon

[keigosprince]

You know when you get the urge to write a fic? Why do I have the urge to smoke a bowl and do all my black femmes with toxic favs a solid and make a Tywin/Velaryon!reader or Aemond/TruebornVelaryon!reader.

Because let me be candid for a second…I have seen no true Velaryon fiction. It’s all been Strong bastards. And I can only read so much white Y/N (no offense to anyone who writes those) 😭

Like idk maybe it’s just ME but I think Aemond falling in love with Rhaenyra and Laenor’s ONLY true born child would be interesting. Mostly because Alicent and Otto would try to get her to be a Green one way or another.

Tywin Lannister holding a Velaryon hostage because they sided with Stannis during the war (we all kno he needs an heir because he ain’t giving Tyrion Casterly Rock) and this being a power move because they’re literally the only major Valyrian house left and they literally control Driftmark and one of the largest navy’s.

#tywin x reader #aemond x reader #aemond x velaryon!reader #black reader #tywin lannister #aemond targaryen

[sapphire-writes]

Dragon's Bane ~ masterlist

pairing: Aemond x niece!Reader

chapters: 3/3 COMPLETED

summary: Aemond Targaryen loathes his niece.

note: old series, new masterlist

tropes: enemies to lovers

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond x reader #aemond x strong!reader #aemond x velaryon!reader #aemond x you #aemond x y/n #aemond fic #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen x strong!reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader

[floatyflowers]

Dark!House of The Dragon Men x Reader

You tried to balance your relationship with the greens and blacks despite being Rhaenyra's daughter.

And it worked.

With Aegon II Targaryen

Both of you are close in age, as you are older then Jace.

Aegon found himself falling for you, due to many factors, not only because you are beautiful.

You are kind, intelligent, and most importantly YOU LISTEN to him.

Both of you spend too much time together with or without your mothers knowledge.

The only time he stood up to his mother is when she spoke about you in a horrid manner, calling you a bastard.

"If you dare speak about her like that ever again, I will go and inform father!"

He later on becomes your betrothed by Viserys' order to unite the house.

With Aemond Targaryen

You never mocked him like his brother and your siblings.

In fact, you became his friend and shared his interest in reading books.

The only one in house Targaryen that he felt connected to is you.

Sometimes you would sneak into his chamber in the middle of the night though the hidden passages to just chat.

So, it's hard for your Targaryen uncle not to fall for you, he even looked past your legitimacy.

You literally stood by his side when Luke took his eye and comforted him.

But hearing your engagement to his older brother made his blood boil, and he took an oath to steal you away.

Especially after claiming Vhagar, he realized he now has the ability to burn down anyone who he finds as a threat to his affection towards you.

"Don't worry, I will protect you, dear niece"

With Jacearys Velaryon

He respects and loves you dearly, you are his role model.

That is why he started to bully Aemond when he saw you pay attention to the silver haired Targaryen more than him.

When puberty hit him, he began to slowly develop feelings for you.

And what increased those feelings is that he heard his mother mention something about marrying you to him.

But all his dreams came crashing down when Viserys' announced that you would wed Aegon.

And when you actually did marry Aegon, and after years where Viserys' held a feast, Jace tried to convince you to return to Dragonstone with him.

The night he got in a fight with Aegon he let out all his fury, even if he promised to behave.

"Annual your marriage to him and marry me instead"

With Ser Criston Cole (Platonic)

He is your biological father.

And he knows that, so unlike his bad treatment towards your mother and siblings, he treated you kindly.

At the age of ten he revealed to you that he is your real father.

At first you didn't believe him, but as you grew older you did begin to realize the truth.

Instead of avoiding him, you decided to be friendly and call him 'father' when you both are alone.

One time, one of the servants accidentally spilled soup on you.

The next day that servant was found dead.

"I'm your father before being the Queen's sworn sword"

With Gwayne Hightower

He flirted with you before your wedding not realizing that you are his nephew's bride.

Gwayne hates Rhaenyra, but the thought of you being her daughter left him in disbelief.

You are nothing like your mother.

Everything about you scream honor, virtue and kindness.

Gwayne even tried to convince you to runaway before it's too late.

"You still have time to not marry Aegon"

Indeed, it's awful to say that about his nephew.

But he cares about your well-being more than Aegon's happiness.

And it really shows during the war.

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere house of the dragon #possessive #daughter reader #romantic yandere #aegon ii targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #gwayne hightower x reader #reader insert #house of the dragon

[princessbellecerise]

Pregnancy Headcanons

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summary | How the House of the Dragon characters would react before, during and after your pregnancy

warnings | Mentions of pregnancy and childbirth

this is a work of fiction. i do not own these characters

divider by @princessbellecerise

Jacaerys Velaryon

Finding Out

Jacaerys has the audacity to look shocked when the Maester tells him that you’re pregnant, like the two of you haven’t been fucking like rabbits ever since you got married

No seriously—he literally freezes and just kind of…stares with an unreadable expression on his face

Just sort of wide-eyed, in shock before he finally snaps out of it and briskly walks away without another word

He’s not really sure what to do, or how to react to be honest. And it might take a few days for him to come around, but he will eventually

Bonus: Rhaenyra sees his reaction and she’s like Jacaerys, what did you expect?

And he’s like: Not this

And then she’s like: Well did you pull out? Ask for moon tea? Something??

And Jace is just like staring at her like: No? Why would I do that?

Like boy what did you expect when you literally nut inside your wife every single time

During Pregnancy

Once he does come around though, Jacaerys will be so protective. I’m talking like he barely let you out of his sight, and makes sure that everyone knows you’re pregnant

Like they can’t already tell, he’ll constantly tell people that you’re carrying his heir and that they need to be careful with you

Even the Maesters who literally know what they’re doing get a scolding by the future king if he thinks they’re being too rough

No one is allowed to get too close to you and if they do, Jace will always have one hand on his sword just in case he needs to defend you

He will even better himself at sword fighting, pushing himself to the limits during the hours that he’s not with you so that he can always be prepared

For Jacaerys, you being pregnant is sort of like a wake-up call for him, a chance for him to finally rise to his responsibilities and become a bit more serious

He understands the weight of being king now and for Jace, he’ll want to put away all childish things so that he could become the man you and your child need

Giving Birth

Oh my god he’s so supportive

I’m talking like this is a man that will get behind you and physically hold you while you push

Despite what anyone says, he will be there for the birth of his child and he will be so soothing

Holding you, kissing you, kissing your neck to calm you down, taking the cloth from the Maester and wiping the sweat off of your forehead

Jacaerys’ support of you never ends and he’s constantly telling you how proud of you he is even while you’re screaming your lungs out

He’ll help you breathe and let you squeeze his hand till you break it if that’s what you so desire

Calling you his brave girl and letting out teary laughter when your baby is finally delivered

After Birth

When your child is born, it’s like fatherhood is something Jacaerys is born for

He’s a natural; knowing exactly what to say and how to raise your children even if you are still figuring it out

Seriously, it’s like he has a cheat code or something

If the two of you have a boy, then Jace won’t hesitate to start grooming him to be king and unlike most father’s, he is very involved in his son’s upbringing

Jacaerys will be the one to teach him how to hold a sword, how to ride a horse and a dragon. Jace will be there for his son every step of the way no matter how improper it may seem

Likewise, if he has a daughter, he will be entirely overprotective

If you thought it was bad when she was in the womb, just wait until Jace takes one look at his baby girl

Suddenly, he’s terrified to let her out of his sight; sometimes even holding her on his knee during council meetings. She likes to play with the marble and Jace tries so hard to keep a straight face while also wrestling it out of her hands

Everyone at the meeting will try and pretend like they don’t hear her babbling and like it’s not the cutest thing ever while they’re talking about literal war

Overall, Jace would be prepared to defend you and your children to the death if need be, and he would be such a stern but loving dad

Lucerys Velaryon

Finding Out

Luke doesn’t even notice that you haven’t gotten your moon blood for several months and neither do you, until one day a servant happens to say something and you’re both like: oh shit

Since you both are still quite young you’re not really supposed to be having heirs at the moment. Like Rhaenyra specifically told this boy to not get you pregnant just yet and now he’s terrified of telling her

So yeah, it was an accident and Luke is so nervous he’s literally shaking when the Maester confirms it

But sweet boy, he will do his very best to remain calm and will put on a brave face for you

He’ll act like he’s not scared as well at the prospect of having children so young but on the inside he’s freaking out. He’ll hold your hand tightly and give you kisses to calm you down, keeping his voice from shaking to seem brave

During Pregnancy

Even though it’s a little too soon for the both of you to become parents, Luke will slowly become excited at the prospect of becoming a father

Like he’s so proud, growing to love his child before you’re even four months along

He decides right then and there that he’ll do anything to protect you and his child and swears that no harm will ever come to either of you

While you’re pregnant, Luke will take on every single responsibility so that you won’t be stressed out. He always has you relaxing and content while he deals with all of the hard stuff

And yeah, over the course of the months he will find himself growing up a little

Maybe a little bit too fast, much his mother’s sadness, but Rhaenyra can’t help but love the look of pride of Luke’s face every time he touches your belly. And neither can you

You love when Luke rubs your son or daughter and you especially love when he blows raspberries on your stomach, giggling every time while he coos to the baby or talks to them in High Valerian

It’s a such a sweet moment to witness and many people, sometimes even Daemon, catch themselves smiling or smirking at you and the young prince

Giving Birth

Okay, so Lucerys is now back to being scared shitless

It all started on the day you delivered your child, with Luke sweating and pacing outside of your room while the Maesters attended to you

Your screams severely upset him and he kept pacing back and forth in the hallway, peeking in the room and desperately trying to get a glimpse of you before the Maesters pushed him out

He wants to be there for you so bad, especially since it’s your first pregnancy and you’re crying your eyes out for him

Eventually, he’ll just have to say damn it and force his way in, gathering his courage for his wife. And even though the Maesters tell him that it’s highly improper, he’ll ignore them and will hold your hand the entire way

Whispering sweet praises in your ear and stroking your back while Rhaenyra or your own mother loudly encourages you

He’ll be so worried up until the moment he hears that first cry, and that’s when everything just melts away for Luke and all he can feel is happiness when the Maester hands you your child

After Birth

After your child is born, you and Luke are the absolute best parents

You’re both soft and gentle with your baby, and you’re glowing in a way that Luke just absolutely loves

Both of you have immense pride for your son or daughter and you fall in love immediately despite not even knowing if you were ready yet

You just…jump in and honestly it’s not so bad for you and Luke once your bundle of joy finally gets there

Lucerys especially is thrilled, winning the best dad award for always playing with your child or making up silly games to make them laugh

You love watching him interact with your baby because he’s just so good at it and he doesn’t even realize it

Sometimes, he’ll confess his insecurities that he might not do a good job at raising your kid and you literally have to be like: hold up. Luke you’re doing amazing already

He’d be scared and terrified on where this new adventure would lead but honestly, Lucerys has never been happier and in the end it would all work out

Also, he totally gets so excited when you let him pick out an egg for the baby, just like he did for his brothers

It’s almost like it’s tradition, and every single time Luke knows exactly the right one to choose

Aemond Targaryen

Finding Out

If you’re nervous to tell Aemond, then don’t be

Nine times out of ten he’s so perceptive that he’ll put it together himself and Aemond will be over the moon

He will not stop smiling the entire time the Maesters confirm it, pressing a hand to your stomach and kissing your belly

His reaction kind of throws you off a little bit because you’ve never seen him so excited in his life, but he reassures you that he’s been waiting so long for this moment and now he’s just ecstatic that it’s finally here

During Pregnancy

While you’re pregnant, Aemond hardly ever lets you leave your bed chambers. Nor does he let anyone other than your family or Maesters near you

He’s just so protective and he’s paranoid that something’s going to happen so he wants you to be safe at all costs

He definitely does his own research because it’s not like he distrusts the Maester’s, he just wants to be sure that he knows what they know and more about childbirth in case he has to step in

God forbid your baby won’t come or is stuck upside down—two common themes for Targaryen children. Aemond reads all about it so that he knows different ways of getting the baby out or repositioning it without hurting you

He’ll also read about different birth techniques and decides to teach you to make your labor easier

Making you drink raspberry tea, take walks or stretch to lesson your pain when the time comes

You have to admit, you’re a bit shocked when your husband comes to you and makes you start doing breathing exercises with him

After all, who would have thought Aemond of all people would be so involved and so devoted?

It definitely warms your heart to see though—and no matter how much you want to wave him, you always end up letting him help you because you trust your husband you know more than anything he has yours and your child’s best interests at heart

Giving Birth

Aemond will respect your privacy and will wait outside during your labors, but you better believe he’ll be right there

Listening to every scream and every detail just in case he feels the need to step in

If you really want him to be there, he absolutely will be in a heartbeat. And if anybody tries to stop him he’ll venomously tell them to get out of his way before pushing them aside

As much as he loves his incoming child, majority of Aemond’s focus will be on you and your safety

He’ll make sure everything is going smoothly before he even thinks about celebrating and only then will he finally start to smile, a grin like no other taking over his face when your baby is finally placed in his arms

After Birth

Aemond is a caring yet trusting father

He knows that if his child came from you, they’ll already grow up to be exceptional so he allows them to grow into their own person

He doesn’t hover, but he does care. A lot

He may not show it in every way but if your child wants his attention, they’ve got it. If they want to play with him, he absolutely will. If they want to be comforted? He’s there. They tell him they want some space? Then Aemond is in the next room over, ready to talk when they are

In a way, your children are way for Aemond to heal his own self. To be there as a parent like his never were

Early on, Aemond already swore to you and your babe that he would never abandon you or ignore you when you needed him most

He swore to break the curse his parents placed on him so he is very involved with his kids

He’s also very protective, especially considering what he went through in his childhood. He never wants his child to feel left out so Aemond will go searching for a dragon egg pretty early on

You better believe that thing is burning HOT until the moment it’s ready to be placed in your child’s cradle

And Aemond swears

He swears by the old gods and the new that if they allow his child to have their own dragon he would never commit another sin again, if that’s what it took

And sure enough, Aemond is beyond relieved when your babies egg hatches—the widest grin ever overtaking his face as the baby dragon prances about

You swear—you sometimes joke that it was Aemond’s fiery gaze on the egg that hatched it and not nature

And while that very well may be true, Aemond is just grateful nevertheless that even if he wasn’t delt the best cards, he sure would find a way to rig the game for his children

Anything just to make them happy

Daemon Targaryen

Finding Out

You wish you could say that after having two children of his own, your husband would recognize the signs of pregnancy

But unfortunately Daemon is not a man that concerns himself with that kind of stuff so it’s the Maester that points it out to him

And at first, Daemon is stunned

Like okay—he knows that he never pulls out and that the two of you go multiple rounds a day but pregnant?

He thought that your tits getting bigger was just, well, a huge blessing for him

He can hardly believe his ears or that he’s going to have more children

Briefly, he jokes that he may as well start breeding his own army which causes you to punch his arm

Joke aside though, Daemon is really happy and he will shower you with kisses, laughing slightly at how his seed must be extra strong to stick so fast

During Pregnancy

Daemon is not really much help himself, expect for when it comes to massages or warm baths

Almost every night, to ease your discomfort, your Lord husband will bathe you which is oddly intimate for him, or he will massage your feet and shoulders to soothe some of the pain

Of course, your other activities will remain as well which helps a little the closer you get to birth

Mostly, Daemon will be ordering Maesters around or just simply asking you of your progress from time to time

He really hopes for a boy secretly, and sometimes while you’re sleeping or just barely awake, he will rub your stomach and whisper sweet phrases in High Valerian

Expect Daemon to also already have the names of his children picked out, boy or girl

He might even ask Baela or Rhaena their opinion and let them choose an egg from Caraxes

If he has to be somewhere else where he cannot physically look after you, he’ll also entrust his daughters to keep them informed and up to date on your condition

Giving Birth

Daemon is outside, on the balcony while your screams reach his ears

Truth be told, it’s too much. He can’t be there as much he wants to be—as much as you surely need him to be

After witnessing Laena’s death, childbirth has become quite traumatizing for Daemon so he prefers to remain outside, waiting until a Maester or one of his daughters come to fetch him

Of course, Baela—ever her father’s daughter—scolds Daemon a bit and reminds him that every lady wife needs her husband during such times

But Daemon will not budge, not until Rhaena comes to the balcony with an unreadable expression on her face

At first, Daemon is terrified. He stands, the breath freezing in his lungs as he tries to decipher what that might mean. Your screams had died down…perhaps…

Daemon stands, his heart clenching in chest as he begins to possibly grapple with another untimely death of the one he loved. He prepares himself, but then a wide smile grows on Rhaena’s face and Daemon knows all is well

“My sibling is here. It is healthy, father.”

That’s all Daemon needs. And suddenly, he’s tearing himself away and down the halls, straight to your room where he walks in on the sight of your smiling face and the glowing cheeks of his newborn child

After Birth

You like to give Daemon the benefit of the doubt and say that he spends an equal amount of time with his children

Of course, maybe a little bit more attention towards the baby since he or she does need Daemon more than his adolescent children, but as your child grows up pretty much everything is the same

Baela and Rhaena absolutely adore their new sibling and vice versa. They may be a bit older but you’ll always find the three of them playing together or one of the girls reading them a bed time story

It always warms your heart to see them bond, and Daemon’s too

Though he’ll never admit it, his favorite thing to do is spy on his children and eavesdrop as the girls help the youngest with their Valerian

Or when the three of them are together, somehow still fitting on his lap and Daemon teaches them the history of their house while you sit in the background, smiling

It’s special moments like those that remind you that while you may have married a morally grey man, his number one priority would always be his family

And you know more than anyone that with Daemon around, the five of you would never have anything to fear

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[sheeple]

A purple-eyed bride for your green-coloured son

Part one |  Part three

There are days that Lucerys Velaryon can't look at his sister. It's not because he thinks she's ugly. Gods no. Lucerys thinks his sister is one of the most beautiful girls he has ever seen. Long, snow-white hair cascading in tight curls down her back. The vision of a true Valyrian.

He can't look at her some days because of the guilt.

His otherwise flawless oldest sister is missing an eye. And it's all because of him. She and their uncle both lost an eye the same night because of him.

Lucerys has lived with this guilt for almost six years. It eats him from the inside, festering in his heart like a black, sticky goo. It's tar-like and it makes him wanna throw up.

Next to Lucerys is his brother, Jacaerys Velaryon. He wants to hate his sister for what she has done. He wants to despise her. Because he, as the eldest son and heir to the throne, should be the one to protect their siblings ─ not her. But he can't.

He knows that his sister has given up a lot. She has given the right to the throne to him. Because she knows he will be a far better candidate than herself. She has no taste for the crown or power. Y/n Velaryon has told him so herself.

And now she has given up her freedom. The freedom to choose whom she marries. At least that is what all the Velaryon siblings have in common, their marriages are chosen for them.

Across the table, sits the Stranger himself personified. Aemond Targaryen watches with not so well hidden amusement how Lucerys squirms under his gaze. Aemond does however not enjoy the emotionless look his niece has on her face.

He always thought they were equal; two halves of the same. But in contrary to how he hides the jewel that fills the empty socket, she shows it with pride. An amethyst shines eminently in place of her eye, the colour matching the one she gave his mother half a decade ago.

It excites him. He truly believes that she did it all for him. Over the years, her eyeball kept him company, whispering how they are meant to be together. It drives him crazy how she teases him.

The King gives a heartfelt speech, after which the other members of the royal family follow. The Queen and Princess seem to reconcile, and Jacaerys makes a not-really-meant reconciliation to his uncles. Princess Helaena looks really proud of herself once she has spoken, earning a few chuckles and a nod from her grandsire.

Once Jacaerys takes his aunt to dance, princess Y/n's eyes drift from them to her uncle, who's already staring intently at her. She raises her eyebrow and lifts her cup to take a sip of the wine. It's like she's challenging him, decides Aemond.

Before he can act on his desire to claim her before their family, a still-sizzling piglet get's placed before him and the quiet laughs of his nephew set him off. His speech is damaging and the Queen buries her face in her hands.

Jacaerys punches Aemond first but gets pushed to the ground fairly easily. Aegon grabs Lucaerys and pushes his face on the table. The one-eyed princess jumps up from her chair and kicks her eldest uncle in the back of his knees so he lets go of her brother and slams his head on the table.

Jacaerys breaks free from the guards that restrained him but contains himself when his sister steps in between uncle and nephew

"You should be ashamed of yourself", she hisses, chest heaving and jaw set. She feels Jacaerys ready to pounce like a wild animal behind her but she doesn't budge. "Your tongue should be cut out for talking such blasphemy."

What nobody expected is that Aemond advances, grabbing hold of the Princess' throat. Swords are unsheathed and shouts for the Prince to let go of his niece. But his gaze is set on her only eye, mirroring his own.

"You're playing a dangerous game, uncle. If my betrothed in the North hears about you putting your hands on his princess, Cregan Starks won't hesitate to march down to here. Then your eye won't be the only thing you've lost." The last part is only for her uncle to hear.

Aemond's jaw tenses, but it is his mother that speaks his thoughts. "Betrothed? Since when?"

Princess Y/n frees herself from her uncle's hold to address the Queen. There is a certain look in the brown orbs of the Queen that betray her true feelings.

"Such a same isn't it, Queen Hightower? Now you won't have a purple-eyed bride for your green-coloured son."

The face of the Queen hardens and Prince Daemon grabs his step-daughter's arm, ordering her and her brothers to go to their quarters.

With one last sharp look at Aemond, the princess leaves to pack for their return home to Dragonstone and she swears to never return to the capital while the Greens plague the halls of the keep. At least not of her free will.

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