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feyhunter78 · 15 days

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Even If You Call It Love

Description: You are set to leave for Winterfell with Cregan, but Aemond doesn't want to let you go.

Part 1

“I have already had the servants pack the spices you wish the kitchen to use when we arrive, and the Glass Gardens, I will have the gardener clear out a space, you may plant whatever you wish.” Cregan says, his hand in yours as he spins you around, your new cloak—Stark gray and trimmed with fur—flares out around you as he does.

“Thank you, but I would not want to make more work for them.” You protest, smiling up at him as he pulls you into his embrace, lowering his head to brush his lips against yours.

“You are their Lady; they are and will be glad to do it.” He says, before connecting your lips, his hand moving to support your lower back as he dips you, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You cup his cheek, heart skipping a beat when he leans into your touch, his storm gray eyes closing, a blissful smile adorning his face. “If you say so, husband.”

Cregan chuckles, eyes open, staring down at you so lovingly it takes your breath away. “Once we are home, I will show you I make good on my word, wife, and if the gardener has too much work to do then I shall simply clear the space myself.”

“You would get in the dirt and do a servants’ work for me?” You ask, peals of laughter spilling past your lips at the very idea.

“There is an endless list of things I would do for you.” He breathes, his lips brushing yours with each word, punctuating his statement with featherlight promises.

“We shall test that at home then.” You jest, tangling your fingers in his hair, your lips parting instinctually for him when he deepens the kiss.

A servant knocks on Cregan’s door, shattering the moment, and he groans, the vibrations buzzing against your lips.

“Yes?” He calls, kissing the corner of your lips, then the other, then your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, until he has covered the plains of your face with chaste kisses, making you giggle.

“Lord Stark, there are servants preventing us from loading Lady y/h/n’s belongings onto the wagons.” The man calls through the door.

You bite your lip, watching as Cregan’s brows furrow. “One moment.” He says, pulling you back up onto your feet. He presses a kiss to your hand, bidding you to take a seat on the settee, then opens the door and steps outside with the man.

Their conversation is quiet at first, then increases in volume until you can hear each word as clearly as you heard Cregan whisper his affections for you, his lips pressed to your ear only two nights prior.

“I care not what the prince says, he cannot keep my betrothed’s belongings hostage.” Cregan says, his voice is a mountain, sturdy, unyielding, unable to be ignored or burrowed through.

“My Lord, she is a lady of Princess Helaena.” A new voice explains.

“Yes, and the princess has given her blessing, so that is not a shield he can hide behind.” Cregan snarls.

You purse your lips and get up from the settee, toying with Cregan’s ring around your neck. You join the two men outside, placing a hand on Cregan’s bicep. “My love, please, I will speak with him.”

Cregan takes your hand and presses it to his lips once more before turning it in his hand, with such gentleness it makes your heart stutter. “You should not have to trouble yourself with him.”

“And yet, I must.” You say, giving him a reassuring smile.

He sighs and presses his lips to your palm, then your inner wrist, nipping at the pulse point before soothing the sting with the tip of his tongue. “I will escort you there, then we shall depart to see your father and then onwards to Winterfell.”

“I cannot wait.” You say, and you mean, truly, deeply, mean it. You cannot wait to be married to Cregan, to be his wife.

“I will not call off the servants; you are not thinking straight.” Aemond says the moment you enter his solar, his arms clasped behind his back.

“Prince Aemond…” You sigh, moving further into the room, watching as he paces. This is not unlike him, he detests change, and is beyond possessive. Truly you should have seen this coming and had your things moved in the middle of the night, then perhaps you would have been able to slip from the Keep without ever facing him again.

“Aemond, please, call me by my given name, if any shall, it should be you.” He says, stopping before you, a torn expression you have never seen before on his face.

You do not wish to hurt him, you never have, but you can no longer put his feelings before yours.

“I need my things, Aemond, I cannot travel without them.” You say carefully.

“You cannot leave, I have need of you.” His voice is steady, that sense of confidence still lingering, though it is fading fast.

“Need? What need?” You ask, unable to reconcile the man before you with the man who turned you away only two days prior.

“What need? All of them, you are mine, are you not? I simply did not realize how essential you were to my day-to-day life, but I have now, so you cannot leave.”

You bring your hand to the front of your neck as Queen Alicent does, a calming gesture you believe she does not realize she does, but you have picked up, nonetheless. “Aemond, why now? We have been doing this dance for years, I am tired of it, the steps have grown listless, the music dull, the other dancers have left the floor, and I would like to leave with them.”

He reaches for you, fingers curling in the air just beside your cheek. “I have made you wait; it was cruel of me, and I see now it has driven you into the arms of another, but I would end your wait if you would stay.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you close your eyes against his mournful gaze. “You have said that many times, made many promises, how am I to know if you would keep your word?”

“I am a man of my word; how could you question that?” He says softly, his hand finally making contact with your cheek, caressing it gently.

You meet his gaze now, heart heavy, you cannot make him see what he does not wish to, but you will try. “I must question it, for if I do not, I will spend many more years here waiting for you to love me, and I cannot do that, not anymore, not when I kno—”

“That there is a wolf pup willing to chase your skirts and slide into your bed now that you have revealed how truly desperate you are for affection?” His words are harsh, but his tone is still soft, as if he does not think it an insult what he has just said.

Your brow furrows, ice creeping in your veins. “Are you insinuating that Cregan sees me as some kind of whore?”

“It is Cregan already, not Lord Stark or Lord Cregan?” Aemond slides his knuckles down your cheek, your neck, ending at your collarbone, taking care to stop at each mark Cregan has left on your skin even though they are covered with cosmetics. “I am insinuating that he is a beast, and beasts can sense weakness. He is seeking to exploit your weakness, ñuha nūmio.”

“He is not a beast, and he would not do such a thing.” You say, turning your face away from Aemond, your hands buried in your skirts.

He scoffs and picks up the signet ring—Cregan’s signet ring—that hangs from your neck on a sturdy but elegant silver chain. “Why else would he set out to charm you? My dear y/n, you bring no benefit to House Stark, and while you have many wonderful traits, you are not a highly sought after prize by any means.”

You take a step back, Cregan’s ring slipping from his hands and knocking against your breastbone. It is sobering, the cool metal, and it gives you strength. “That is your opinion, Aemond, but it is not Cregan’s.”

“Since when have you cared for any opinion but mine? What has changed, tell me who has turned you against me?” He pleads, his violet eye shining with a strange light.

“You, Aemond It was you who has turned me against you. I told you that I was not happy, and in truth I do not think I have been happy for a long time. So please, tell the servants to allow Cregan’s men to collect my things.” You beseech him, silently begging him to see sense. “I do not wish to share all my future husband’s clothes until I am able to procure more, but I will if need be. Do not make me do that, you know I hate dull colors.”

“We could be happy, I could make you happy, if only you would give me time.” He promises, taking your hands in his own, ignoring your words as he always has. His hands are cold, and you realize they do not fit yours as Cregan’s does. Your fingers do not seamlessly interlock, instead they fight each other for dominance, for room, for freedom.

You shake your head sadly. “No Aemond, it is too late…I am sorry, but you must let me go.”

His eye is rimmed red, and he shakes his head as well, silver hair falling forward like a curtain. “I cannot.”

“You must.” You whisper, squeezing his hands before sliding yours from him and taking a step towards the door. “You do not love me—”

“I do, I do, I love you, y/n.” He insists, grabbing your hands again and taking one step forwards for your backwards one.

The pain in your chest is a sharp, piercing one. This is all you have wanted for so very long, but now…it is nothing, it feels hollow, desperate, and you see Aemond as he truly is for the first time.

“No, My Prince, you do not. If you loved me, we would be wed. You would not have let anything stand in your way, I know you, I loved you, I have seen what you do when you do love someone, and you do not love me.” You tell him, giving him a tearful smile.

“And this…Lord Stark does?”

“He is marrying me.” You say, and it is the only thing that needs to be said.

Aemond releases your hands, but not before pressing a kiss to each one. “A victory for the North.”

You nod, fighting back a sob as a single tear hits your joined hands, and Aemond turns his face from you.

“You must write to me, if you have need, or…miss me.” Aemond says, clasping his arms, behind his back once more.

You turn and reach for the doorknob, “do not wait for my letters Aemond, it would not make either of us happy.”

Cregan stumbles back when you pull open the door, a sheepish smile on his face, but he is ready, with open arms, sweeping you into them and whispering how strong and brave you are.

You can feel Aemond’s eye burning into you, into Cregan.

“My Prince.” Cregan says, nodding his head towards Aemond, before he brushes the tears from your face and kisses you gently.

There is a strangled sound from inside Aemond’s solar, but Cregan’s lips on yours drowns out any sense of guilt, and you smile when he pulls away.

“Are you ready, Lady Stark?” Cregan asks, offering you his arm.

You take it and lean into him. “I am ready, Lord Stark, let us go see my father, and then home, to Winterfell.”

“Y/N—” Aemond’s voice, a broken, frantic thing, follows you, but Cregan merely pushes the door shut, and leads you away, towards your new, happier future.

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#meg's writing #aemond targaryen x reader #cregan stark x reader #cregan stark x you #cregan stark x y/n #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x you #still inspired by Good Luck Babe #my Aemond girlies this one is not gonna make you happy

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barbieaemond · 26 days

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#birds chirping today #good morning yall #liv rambles #i may or may not become an aegon girlie #except that i am already oops #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #ewan mitchell #tom glynn carney

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rhaenyrasalicent · 26 days

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» AEMOND TARGARYEN as THE CRUEL PRINCE 🗡️

part i of the targtowers x the folk of the air set › insp.

#hotdedit #houseofthedragonedit #dailyhotdgifs #aemondtargaryenedit #aemondtargaryensource #welighttheway #aemond targaryen #gotedit #tusermich #userelenagilbert #tusererika #*stumbles out of ps covered in blood*#aemond girlies this one's for you!! <3 #꒰ .°🎨˚₊ gifs by roze. ꒱

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valyrianflower · 2 days

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Not me literally CRYING watching Aemond's bed scene because it was something we always dreamed of here on Tumblr

A scene of him vulnerable, without the eye patch, with his hair loose and in the room plus we got this WITHOUT CLOTHES?????????

#I was crying thinking god this was for me and my tumblr girlies #no one will ever understand what this means for us #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell #hotd season 2 #ewan nation

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vinnianlovesdinosaurs · 3 months

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#ewan mitchell #princess #my pookie #i need him so bad #hes so babygirl #sillyposting #my roman empire #he is the moment #screaming crying throwing up #ewan girlies #ewan nation #aemond targaryen #michael gavey #saltburn #house of the dragon

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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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thinking about how as Aemond’s wife you are the model of perfection.

Your back is straight as you curtsy when you first meet him and hair neatly braided with fine jewels. Your voice is even and never waivers as you speak to him of your family and how grateful they are for this union.

You are intelligent and beautiful, the perfect wife.

It’s why Aemond hardly ever spends time with you.

He bears no ill will toward you, of course. There is no resentment or hatred to his lady wife, but there are no fond feelings either.

He knows of courting and romance, his mother taught him everything from a young age. The poor woman would hold her son’s hands tight and explain that a man must not only respect his wife, but truly cherish her. Love her in the eyes of gods and men. As he grew older he noticed the way his father would wave off her constant advice and concerns until the dreaded night where she was the only one defending him after he lost his eye.

But practice was one thing. When you were nothing but a concept. A figment of Aemond’s imagination when he was ten and marriage was only spoken of during his lessons. Before he lost his eye. Before he heard the ladies of the court whispering about his mutilation and before he watched a whore flinch at the sight of his scarring when Aegon dragged him to a brothel on his thirteenth name day.

He learned then that no matter how much he would love and worship his wife, it would not be returned.

Rather than attempt to force it (he was no brute and had no intentions of doing something so cruel) he simply let you be by yourself.

Yes you were married. You sat by one another at every meal and formal event and on the rare occasion he would even ask for your hand in a dance. But Aemond’s affections toward you were few and far to find.

But there were moments.

Where his icy facade would weaken and you found yourself able to slip through the cracks.

Alicent had told you of his “moments” when the engagement had been announced. The queen herself taking you by the hand as you walked through the garden and explaining gently of Aemond’s condition.

“There are times where he feels a great deal of pain because of the-” She paused, chewing on her cheek while trying to find the most inoffensive way to describe the tragedy that befell her son. “-incident he had as a child.”

You knew enough of it. Many rumors flew through court the day Aemond targaryen walked in with a patch on his eye after Laenor Velaryan’s funeral at driftmark. Some day it was from a sparring incident, others say it was a mark he bore from the first time he mounted the mighty vhaegar. Others say that the Rouge Prince Daemon Targaryen himself gave it to his younger cousin after crude words were exchanged behind closed doors.

You didn’t know what was the truth. Aside from the day the princeling got his scar, was the same he got his dragon.

A fair trade, some would say.

But they didn’t live with the attacks he did.

Nerve damage, is what the maester’s called it when you asked them for more information. His wound may have healed years prior but the prince would continue to live his life with constant bouts of mind-numbing pain brought on by the slightest touch or too sharp of a wind to his cheek.

“Senseless fits.” Aegon called it. When he heard about your curiosity about his brother’s condition he had all but cornered you late at night in the hall. “Anything will set him off and send him throwing a tantrum like a belligerent child. It’s quite entertaining.”

But there’s a moment where the elder brother frowns and you see a shred of concern in his eyes.

“He doesn’t like to be touched during those moments. It makes the pain worse. So if you’re trying to find some way to comfort him I’d recommend you do something else.”

What was ‘something else’ you learned, was simply being there.

Sitting by his side when he curled into himself, trembling fingers reaching out to grab yours and not complaining when his nails dig into the palm of your hand as he cries out in pain. When his breath evens out and the pain subsides, he crawls to you and presses his face to the crook of your neck. He’s far too tired to cover the gnarled scar covering the side of his face but you show no fear or disgust at the sight of it. Your fingers run through his hair, gently combing back the silver tresses and ignoring the tears that stain the shoulder of your gown.

The next morning your husband would wake in your arms and takes a moment to watch your peaceful expression and the way the morning sun kisses your skin.

That day Alicent notices her son sits closer to you at breakfast, speaking softly to you of something she cannot understand. But when she sees his hand reach out and grasp yours, she smiles.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #reminded me of the post about aemond most likely having some sort of nerve damage from losing his eye so- here she be #idk something about composed wives who are just as strong and dangerous if not more than there husband just gets me man #not edited or beta read i just wanted to do a writing exercise to try and clear my mind cause its very blurry atm #this is very wonky wobbly but im trying to keep myself writing even if its silly little things so i dont lose practice yknow!!#for the aemond girlies *passes out*#anyways part two in the 'aemond isnt good at affection' vault because im confident in it #man just assumes you arent attracted to him so he steers clear of you #but is also incredibly protective and a lil jealous

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ladyriversbloodraven · 8 months

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I really hope that Aemond gives Alys something along the lines of the necklace Daemon gave Rhaenyra so us Aemond girlies can go nuts trying to get something like it lol .

Speaking of which I need more bts ewan / Aemond and Alysmond and I need a trailer like yesterday . Manifesting

#ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #prince regent Aemond #Aemond and Alys #Alysmond #Aemond girlies #Hotd #fire and blood #season 2

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itsoretsev · 2 years

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watching daemyra shippers & daemon stans crying screaming throwing up bcs they can't believe a toddler killer, ex wife brutal murderer, groomer, careless father and overall psychopath would be an abusive man

#ooc daemon they say....#girlies aren't you embarrassed #anti daemon targaryen #anti daemon #anti daemyra #hotd spoilers #hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenicent #alicent hightower #i can't even list all his nasty shit but him being horrible to women wasn't enough for people to stop shipping him with women period

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madame-fear · 1 year

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Y/N: Aemond, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Aemond, naked in Y/N's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Y/N, already taking off their clothes: Fuck… Me neither.

#For all my aemond girlies #prince aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #hotd incorrect quotes #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon incorrect quote #aemond one eye targaryen x reader

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pearlsinmyhair · 7 months

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kinktober day three - mirror sex

aemond targaryen

content: rough sex. established relationship (married). liberal use of ‘wife’ and ‘husband’. in my mind, aemond doesn’t use ‘wife’ in a condescending way but more as a term of endearment. that is, until he needs to take your attitude down a notch. brat tamer!aemond. smut starts after the “ - “. use of high valyrian (valzyrys: husband, abrazyrys: wife). unprotected sex.

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You should have known better than to test your husband.

“Y/n, we are expected for dinner. My family isn’t going to notice which necklace you’re wearing, no matter how much you fuss with it.”

“But i’ll notice, Aemond, and that is enough.” you calmly replied from your place in front of the full length mirror, meeting Aemond’s gaze in the reflection.

You were currently trying on the sixth necklace, still contemplating if silver or gold went with the deep sapphire of your dress, or if it was the gemstones themselves that were throwing you off. Aemond had insisted that they all looked wonderful on you, which had been of no help whatsoever.

And Aemond, who was usually patient, was growing irritated. He didn’t mind when you talked back to him. As a matter of fact, he enjoyed it. Almost as much as he enjoyed putting you in your place in your shared bed after the fact.

But you had places to be, and Aemond was eager to get you away from the damned mirror and to the dinner table where his mother and siblings awaited him, lest he get scolded for being late.

Aegon would never let him forget it if his drunk brother got there before him, and Aemond didn’t honestly know if he could resist strangling him.

But the last straw, the last damned straw, was when you paused in front of the mirror and stared.

“Wife.” he said curtly. “Can we please proceed to the dining hall now?”

And you just smirked and asked “Can I not admire myself for a moment, Husband?”

He had dissapeared from your sight then, before materializing once more at your shoulder, his doublet gone to reveal the black shirt he wore underneath. You shivered as his fingers found the nape of your neck, toying with the necklace.

You had foolishly thought he was adjusting it for you, as he often did before you two left your room for your duties at court.

That is, until he unlatched the clasp and let the necklace drop to the floor.

The thump of it made you meet eyes with Aemond once more, and a shiver ran down your spine at the heat behind his eye.

“What about dinner, valzyrys?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper

“I’m afraid that we are no longer attending, abrazyrys.” he said, his own voice low and rumbling as his fingers found the ribbon of your dress laces and unknotted the ties.

The hand on the back of your neck tightened, shoving your face into the sheets, and you bit the satin to hide your scream as Aemond rammed into you again.

“None of that, sweet thing. I want to hear you.” your husband hissed as his hand moved to grip your hair, pulling your head up and away from the bed. The arch of your back gave him a new angle, and you sqealed when the head of his cock repeatedly bullied your insides.

You could practically hear the smile in his voice as he spoke through grunts. “Such a pretty voice you have, wife. You can’t blame me for wanting to hear you sing.”

Two orgasms ago you would have said something witty, or maybe even tried to switch positions to knock him of his high horse. But by now your legs trembled and your hips were thoroughly bruised, with no sign of Aemond letting up anytime soon.

He placed his chin on your shoulder, pulling you further back against him as he thrusted up into you. “Look at you, y/n. Look at yourself while I fuck you until you cannot speak. Until you cannot think.”

You lifted your gaze to find your reflection, startled at the sight of your own body pulled back against Aemond’s, your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust of his cock into your dripping pussy.

You moaned again, trying to turn your head from the sight as your face burned with embarrassment and arousal. But Aemond’s hand caught your chin, carefully forcing you to watch you come undone.

“You wanted to admire yourself, wife. So admire yourself as you cum on my cock.”

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an: and then he got you some water and food and desert and gave you a bath and showered you with kisses 😌

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#kinktober 2023 #aemond targaryen x reader smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #fire and blood #where are my aemond girlies at

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