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myladysapphire · 1 year

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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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winter-soldier-101 · 2 months

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Summary: Aemond returns form StormsEnd to his wife (Y/N) and tells her he just murdered her Lucerys.

Disclaimer: I do not own any House Of The Dragon Characters.

(Y/N) sits up as the door opens wide to see a drenched Aemond walk in silently.

“Aemond.” (Y/N) calls to him softly.

“Aemond!” (Y/N) says a little louder making him turn to her.

“(Y/N) my love I am so sorry I… I just.” Aemond starts to tell you.

“What Aemond just tell me.” (Y/N) says holding his hands softly.

“I killed Lucerys.” Aemond tells you.

“No… no you did not!” (Y/N) says with tears in her eyes.

“I only meant to…” Aemond was saying.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!” (Y/N) yells out at him while she hits him over and over again.

#aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond imagine #hotd imagine #aemond targaryen imagines #aemond x reader #aemond smut

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in-any-universe-ever · 1 month

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Aemond coming back from stormsend like: yes mother I did in fact get engaged to someone with Baratheon blood :D

Aemond: Technically I did what you asked

Alicent: I said one of Lord Baratheon's daughter's

Aemond: ....yes but which Lord Baratheon

Alicent: *facepalm*

Aemond: and gender is a social construct, Mother. It's 132 AC, get with the times

#if you squint really hard the baratheon blood is there #ask #lucemond

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thesunfyre4446 · 29 days

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what are you expecting from aegond dynamic in s2?

@snowblack-charcoalwhite curious to hear your opinion <3

fnkjdfdh i'm so excited for themmmm they're going to be so chaotic and toxic and horrible!!

IMO we'll see them come together this season. aegon supporting aemond after stormsend, guilty aemond & aegon plotting revenge after b&c, rook's rest...

IMO aemond will come to appreciate his older brother as he accepts his role as king & will be proud of him. aegon will finally start to act like the older brother & king that i believe aemond has always secretly wanted him to be. he resents aegon for his position, but he also resents aegon for not stepping up to his role.

#hotd #house of the dragon #aegond #aegond nation !!

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l-tothe-og · 11 months

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canon era lucemond prompt but make em chaotic bitches/ THE dramatic it couple of westeros

so they both go to the iron islands instead of stormsend for the envoy trip and dalton decides to flirt with (a noticeably confused) luke cuz like?? doesn't this man have multiple wives???

aemond can't believe the audacity and after /dramatically/ pulling off his eyepatch grabs luke and announces they're leaving [shocked pikachu face when ppl were unfazed by the sapphire]

but before any fighting starts arrax pulls up (scaring the shit out of everyone and causing a decent amount of property damage in the process,, not sorry btw) for them to gtfo and get aemond to vhagar

prompt where, lover? you wrote it hehehe

There's Luke, shaking in his riding leathers. The journey to the Iron Islands was long. He had time to pray for his own safety a thousand times, and that of his family a thousand and one.

Safety may not have been the best thing to wish for. Peace, as it would seem, should have been what rolled off his tongue in pleas.

He arrives an envoy, sees Vhagar, nearly an island herself, and his heart turns to iron of which the kingdom was named, sinking to his stomach.

He meets his uncle and Dalton Greyjoy, men who stare at him, one who gazes, another that leers.

"I bring a message from the Queen, Lord Greyjoy." He holds his head up and does not bow under heavy, pressing eyes.

"Do you, Little Prince? But I have just received a message from the King, brought by Prince Aemond, here." Greyjoy toys with Luke, drawls with no slick glide or syrup, only a rasp deep and unnerving.

Luke's eyes flicker to his uncle. He looks at Luke the same way he did only a few years before. Luke is Strong, by Aemond's own words. He will not bow, not matter the look, threat, or blade that stands in his way.

"You owe me an eye, Bastard." Aemond stalks forward. Luke plants is feet, even as the rest of him trembles. Younger, greener, he would have run.

"Not in my home!" Greyjoy calls. Aemond ignores him.

"Lord Strong, so pretty and wild. I'll have what I am owed." Luke flushes, finally stumbling back.

Greyjoy, angry at the insolence, flicks his hand. His guards advance on Aemond.

"Since you think yourself exempt from following direction, let my guard escort you out." Escorting looks more like roughing Aemond up in the direction of the entrance. Luke winces, glancing from Aemond to Greyjoy to the floor.

The Lord Reaver turns his attention back to him, mistaking his discomfort for fear.

"You could seek refuge in the castle, Prince Lucerys." Greyjoy offers, smirk widening. "My chambers, I'm sure you'll find quite nice. Clean sheets, thick furs, though perhaps we could make warmth of our own. Another saltwife," he smirks, "salthusband. Sounds delightful." Lucerys, with only a few moons under his belt as a man, takes a trembling step back. He grasps for a word.

Aemond breaks from the guards hold and again advances with the blade. Luke takes his sword in hand, ready to die with sea salt in his hair and a fire in his chest.

"You would speak to a prince that way?" Surprisingly, Aemond ignores him, heading straight to Greyjoy with murder in his eye. His anger displaced momentarily to the lascivious lord.

"In any of the ten towers." He smiles and stands. Greyjoy and his guards advance on Aemond, though he does not seem afraid. Luke's confusion at the change in mood and sides, seemingly, is overshadowed by a sudden fear.

He could lose an ally, or an uncle and longtime... something he has never allowed himself to dwell on.

He'll die tonight, either way. By Aemond's hand, or between Vhagar's jaws, or at the sword of an Ironborn. The only salt or iron he'll ever taste will be his own blood.

His heart jumps in his throat and the whole castle shakes.

There's a chirpy, angry rumble. Crumbling stone follows and suddenly Arrax is between Luke and Aemond. With a quick look back, the dragon pushed forward, placing himself protectively in front of Aemond. His snout presses nearly too Greyjoy's chest.

His dragon, not yet large enough to mount two, protects them when Luke runs to Aemond.

He grabs Aemond's hand and tugs them out, running away from the Ironborn and the consequences of Luke's frantic shout "Dracarys."

The two of them do not stop until Vhagar is in sight. Aemond drops Luke's hand, but he isn't ready to let go, not ready to say goodbye for what is sure to be the last time.

"The Queen would show you mercy, if Aegon bent the knee." Mist covers their entwined fingers. Aemond threatens to slip away.

Aemond shakes his head, "She would cut off our heads as we knelt."

No. He grips him harder.

"No."

"Return safely to Dragonstone, Bastard. Remember you owe me an eye." The insult is soft, even as they yell to hear each other over a brewing storm.

"I just saved your life."

"An eye." Aemond reminds him. "You owe me your eye, not your life."

He turns again, to mount his great beast, then seems to think better of himself.

Salt and iron, Luke tastes not his own blood, but Aemond's. He reaches up and drags his uncle to him. Their lips meet in a tearing kiss, a pact, a promise. The war does not end in two pairs of lips meeting then, but it does not begin in Lucerys' body falling from the sky, either.

A debt will be paid, but not today.

#lucemond #:D #aemond and luke having nasty angry crushes is what i'm about #i dont even like him but if u touch him prepare to die #sorry 4 da backlog #lilsfic

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writingsofwesteros · 7 months

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The ghost lady of stormsend au :

Robert would hear about the rumor from his own father, about the ghost. Steffon laughing how the ghost was his first love and describing this pretty lady

Robert would try to seek the lady out as a young adult, but he would never find her. Till he catches an ethereal looking lady staring wide eyed at stannis while the grumpy stag reads

Robert under stood now: the ghost had eyes on another baratheon now

!!!!!!!!!!! Robert always wanting what he can't have ! He's too damn cute !! ;)

#ghost au

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ivaldisonsforge · 3 months

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#ivaldisonsforge #GOT #GameofThrones #OursistheFury #StormsEnd #HouseBaratheon #Baratheon #StannisBaratheon #RobertBaratheon #silver #ring #handmadejewelry #silverring #jewelry

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mundoasoiaf · 5 months

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"O rei estava amuado.

— Quero sentar no Trono de Ferro — disse ele. — Você sempre deixava Joff sentar lá.

— Joffrey tinha doze anos.

— Mas eu sou rei. O trono pertence a mim.

— Quem lhe disse isso? — Cersei respirou profundamente para que Dorcas pudesse amarrar mais firmemente. Ela era uma garota grande, muito mais forte que Senelle, apesar de mais atrapalhada também.

O rosto de Tommen ficou vermelho.

— Ninguém.

— Ninguém? É assim que chama a Senhora sua esposa? — A rainha podia sentir o cheiro de Margaery Tyrell naquela rebelião. — Se mentir para mim não terei escolha a não ser chamar Pate e espancá-lo até que sangre. — Pate era o bode expiatório de Tommen, assim como havia sido o de Joffrey.

— É o que quer?

— Não — o rei murmurou emburrado.

— Quem lhe disse isso?

Ele embaralhou os próprios pés.

— A Senhora Margaery. — Ele não era bobo de chamá-la de rainha na frente da mãe.

— Assim esta melhor. Tommen, eu tenho assuntos sérios para decidir, assuntos que você é jovem demais para entender. Eu não preciso de um garotinho bobo se remexendo no trono atrás de mim e me distraindo com questões infantis. Eu suponho que Margaery ache que você deveria estar nas minhas reuniões do conselho também?

— Sim— ele admitiu. — Ela sempre diz que tenho que aprender a ser um rei.

— Quando for mais velho, poderá ir a quantos Conselhos quiser — Cersei disse a ele. — Eu lhe garanto logo você ficará enjoado deles. Robert costumava cochilar durante as sessões. — Quando ele ao menos se incomodava de comparecer. — Ele preferia caçadas e águias e deixava o tédio para o velho Lorde Arryn, lembra se dele?

— Ele morreu de dores de barriga.

— Sim morreu o pobre homem. Como está tão ávido, talvez devesse aprender os nomes de todos os reis de Westeros e das Mãos que os serviram.

Pode recitá-los para mim no dia seguinte.

— Sim, mãe. — Ele disse docilmente.

— Este é o meu bom garoto." - O Festim dos Corvos // Cersei V

🎨: Pojypojy

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l1ttlelucy · 1 year

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My mind is overcome with another Lucemond idea 🤭 unsure whether it should be ABO or not.

Rather than Lucerys going to Stormsend, it's Jace. Instead, it's Jace who is traveling the kingdoms to get alliances.

Luke is to stay behind due to being sick (or in ABO version, his heat struck unexpectedly and Jace offered to instead attend to storms end).

Jace should be gone for weeks, if not months on this mission. There should only be ravens on his accomplishments, and yet days later, they receive a missive on the remains of a dragon washing up on the shores of storms end. Vermax.

A note on how Prince Jacaerys Velaryon had arrived at Storms End, and Prince Aemond Targaryen had taunted him on the debt that the 'Lord Strongs' younger brother owed. That Prince Aemond should fly to Dragonstone and claim what's rightfully his. This had caused the two to clash, but before blood could be spilled, Prince Jacaerys was ordered to return to his dragon, and, Prince Aemond followed.

The family wails at the loss, overcome with grief, and they vow revenge.

Unfortunately, it also means a new heir.

Lucerys doesn't want it, it shouldn't be him. It was Jace's. Jace was supposed to be the heir. Not him. He hadn't even wanted Driftmark. And now, he was his mother, Queen Rhaenyra's heir, all due to his unattendance at Storms End.

Luke is overcome with guilt, as he was originally supposed to be sent as an Envoy. Luke should have been the one to meet the stranger, not Jace.

And now, he is forced to be heir to a throne he did not want nor deserve. A throne initially meant for his Older Brother who had died in his place.

I adore Jace, I love making that man the protective big brother and king because he deserves it. And yet the only way I could write Lucerys becoming heir is with my baby gone 😭.

It's just a dumb little idea where it all happens but Luke becomes heir, and the thought of ABO being included was because it was the only way I could make Lucemond happen with Lucerys being on the throne as well. They need heirs 😭

I got so many ideas for this 🤭

#lucemond #lucerys #aemond #hotd #this mad me sad #but lucerys on the throne

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