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In the beginning

aemond x targaryen!reader, reader is rhaenyra and laenor second born child

Summary: in a final attempt to salvage the rift between your families, you suggest a marriage pact between you and and Alicent’s second son

Reunion

Aemond x Older Half-Sister!Reader

Summary: You reunite with your brother after the death of your husband.

starry eyes sparking up my darkest night

aemond x female!tyrell!reader

Summary: Aemond has only wanted two things in his life. a dragon and to marry the pretty tyrell girl, now he has both.

warnings: smut, literally almost all smut very little plot, virginity loss, oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), creampie, breeding kink, light innocence kink, light size kink, use of pet names, blood is mentioned two (2) times, aemond has a huge cock i don’t make the rules, and breeder balls, eye patch gets taken OFF when aemond fucks his lady wife, implied jealousy, implied voyeurism

Touch Starved Aemond

Summary: touch starved aemond aka aemond slowly falling in love with his betrothed by her gentle touches he was deprived of all his life

In the Eye of the Beholder

Summary: Compared to his elder brother, who abused the offerings on the Street of Silk, Aemond’s tastes have always been…tame.

Can't help falling in love

Summary: 5 times Aemond was in love with you + 1 time he finally confessed his feelings

Secret Visits

aemond x female!targaryen!reader

Summary: you are aemond's little sister and he visits you in your room after dinner (smut)

To Have and to Hold

Aemond Targaryen x F!Velaryon (Strong)!Reader

Summary: Reader goes to Storm's End with her younger brother and instead of asking for Lucerys' eye, Aemond claims her as his wife.

"Muña"

Aemond x Older Sister!Reader

Summary: Aemond longs for you, Aegon's twin.

We Light The Way

Aemond x Hightower!Aunt!Reader

Summary: Aemond's beloved aunt returns to the Red Keep, and this time, he is determined to prove the depths of his devotion to her.

Deep Rivers Run Quiet

Aemond x Lannister!Reader

Summary: You have the reputation of being a spoiled young lady of House Lannister, but a certain one-eyed prince sees beyond that.

Ties That Bind

Aemond Targaryen X cousin!Reader

SUMMARY: After spending most of your childhood in the Red Keep, it’s hard to let go of the bonds you’ve formed even with war on the horizon.

The Woes of Betrothals

Synopsis: Recently betrothed, Prince Aemond is unsure on the virtues befitting that of a good husband. Ser Criston offers some surprisingly useful insight.

Of Flowers & Dragons

Aemond x wife!Reader

Summary: Your daughter wants a sibling and makes it everyone’s problem.

mad blood stirring

Aemond x betrothed!f!Reader

(inspired by the scene in s1e5 where harwin rescues rhaenyra during the wedding feast)

Urgency (smut)

Aemond x afab!Reader

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures

Mother Knows No Bounds

Aemond x wife!Reader

prompt: you are Rhaenyra's daughter, married to Prince Aemond, and the subject of Alicent's hatred. one day, she takes it too far.

Little Dragon

Aemond x wife!Tully!Reader

synopsis ; he was your fire, and you were his sea, willing to push and pull the tides at his behest

Your beauty never scared me

Look after you

Summary: You were betrothed to Aemond Targaryen, and while the two of you got along well enough, you hardly behaved as man and wife. After you suffer a great loss, Aemond decides to change that. (Hurt/Comfort)

Not a child anymore

Prince Aemond Targaryen x older!fem!Reader

SUMMARY — You are Queen Alicent’s favourite young lady in waiting and Prince Aemond’s childhood friend. However, he is sick and tired of you viewing him as nothing but a child when he is a man now and he will not let anyone else have you.

Just A Touch

Aemond x Targaryen!Reader

Summary: During a ball made to celebrate the name day of King Viserys, Aemond falls in love with Daemon's first daughter, and he is eager to dance with her.

Gold Rush

Aemond x Lannister!Reader

Synopsis: Everybody wants you, and I don’t like a gold rush.

Pearl of The Realm

Aemond x newlywed!reader

Summary: Duty meant a lot of things to Aemond. But he had hoped that it would not mean marriage. And when the day comes for him to confront it, he finds with his new wife, small, naiive and innocent, that there is some pleasure to be found there also.

Mini Series: Castling

Aemond x twin!reader x Dameon

Warning! Very mature content

"A Love Like War"

Ares!Aemond x Aphrodite!Reader

Summary: Aemond, the God of War, does his best to woo you, the Goddess of Love, though obstacles meet you at every turn.

Pomegranate Seeds

Hades!Aemond x Persephone!Reader

Summary: a retelling of the abduction of Persephone

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To Want (Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader)

Summary: Having chased away yet another suitor, you admit to your brother that you only want one person; him. Aemond wants you too and will do anything to have you

Warnings: INCEST (this is the GOT universe), mentions of blood, mentions of rape, mentions of arranged marriages and courting, sneaking around, fluff, angst, strong language, you are responsible for your own media consumption

Word Count: +4.5K (off to a good start for my first Aemond fic)

Aemond Targaryen Masterlist II House of the Dragon Masterlist

“You cut his fingers off?”

Hearing your brother’s voice breaks your attention from the book laying in your lap and makes you look around the huge trunk of the Weirwood tree you sit under. Aemond walks towards you with an almost proud smile on his face, his hands folded behind him, and a coy look in his eye. “I did not cut his fingers off. Lord Hawthorne’s limbs were still attached to his body when he left my presence,” you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear as he sits down beside you. “I had my reasons for doing what I did.”

“I don’t doubt that you do,” he says, looking down at the blood staining the sleeve of your dress. “Though, I don’t think mother will appreciate how you’ve driven away yet another suitor,” he adds, pointing to your sleeve with a finger.

You quickly glance down at your sleeve, letting go a deep sigh as your attention returns back to your book. “I’ll deal with that later.”

When you both hear footsteps in the gallery, you know that it is your mother, the Queen. She has her hands folded neatly in front of her, dressed in her signature dark green, and her eyes land on you as she walks into the garden. “You may have to deal with that sooner than you think,” Aemond whispers as he pushes himself off the ground.

You stare at him with wide eyes as he leaves, almost as if you beg him to not leave you alone with your mother because you know that this conversation may end up in a fight with her. Aemond simply gives you an amused smile as he glances back over his shoulder at you, making you huff out a frustrated breath as you slam the book shut.

When Alicent reaches you, you stand up from your seat between the roots of the tree and fold your arms over your chest as you look at her, waiting for the scolding to come. “I have managed to keep this situation from escalating. Lord Hawthrone will accept an apology-”

“Which I will not give him,” you snap, interrupting your mother as she speaks which makes her give you a stern look.

“This is the seventh suitor that has asked for your hand that you have turned down or chased away. At this rate, word will spread and you will not find a husband,” she fights back, gripping her hands tightly as she takes another step toward you.

As you shift on your feet, you shake your head and press your lips into a thin line. “Fine. This wasn’t my idea anyway,” you stubbornly say, turning away from her to flop back down on the ground where you had left your book.

Alicent sighs as you bury your nose in the pages again and she urges herself to move and sit beside you. “Perhaps we should take a break from finding you a suitor. Let things calm down a little bit and defuse any rumors that might arise,” she gently says, placing a hand over yours and making you look up at her again. “For now, please don’t go looking for trouble?”

You bite your lower lip, slowly nod your head at her and then turn back to the book in your hands. Your mother gives you a warm smile before she stands up and walks away from you, out of the garden.

As she leaves, you look up at her again, watching as her hair bounces as she walks. You can’t believe that she made this out to be your fault. It seems that everything you do is your fault, according to her. You’re sure that her trying to find you a husband is just a way for her to get you out of her hair.

But you don’t plan on leaving your home as someone’s wife anytime soon. Not if you can help it.

You didn’t have dinner with your family that night because you knew that Aegon was going to make your encounter with Lord Hawthrone the topic of conversation. He was going to tease you and you were not feeling up for that turning into a fight.

Instead, you stay in your room, sitting in front of the hearth with a burning fire inside. You stare at the flames, watching them dance in red and orange streaks that flitter up and vanish into nothingness. Breathing out a heavy sigh, you drop your eyes to your hands laying in your lap. When you close your eyes, you can still see the flickering flames now burned into your sights.

Hearing your chamber’s door open, your head immediately snaps over your shoulder to see who it is that has disturbed your peace. Upon seeing your brother Aemond, walking through the door and giving you a small smile, you allow yourself to relax and look back into the fire.

He doesn’t say anything as he makes his way closer to you. All he does is sit down beside you, a leg spread out in front of him as the other comes up bent where he can rest his arm while the other keeps himself propped up behind him. “So, am I allowed to know now what happened?”

You take a deep breath but don’t look at him. You just keep staring into the fireplace, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on them.

“I know you don’t attack without reason. I taught you that myself, sister,” he states, smirking at you when he sees a small smile creeping on your face before it quickly disappears.

Aemond did teach you some self-defense when you were young. After he had spent so much time training in the yard with various weapons and realized that if anyone decided to attack you, his dear sister, and you were alone, how could you protect yourself. He tried to get mother to agree that you train the same as he and Aegon but she would not have it. You would grow the same way and learn the same things as Helaena did. But Aemond didn’t agree with that and took it into his own hands because he saw that you are nothing like your older sister.

He saw a fighter in your eyes and he would feed into it. So he privately taught you how to yield a weapon.

“It doesn’t matter what I say. I am just a woman and everyone will believe his word over mine,” you mumble, refusing to look up at your brother as you talk.

Aemond shifts closer to you, lifting a hand to move the hair covering your face from him behind your ear. “And if I know, I will defend you if anyone says differently,” he whispers, turning your head towards him as he gently cups your chin between his thumb and index finger.

You relax under his touch, your shoulders falling as you sigh out a deep breath, and lean against his hand. “His hand ventured a bit too low as did his lips. I knew what he wanted from me and I didn’t want the same. He wouldn’t take no for an answer so he got rough. And I had no choice. I reached for my knife to threaten him away, but it caught his hand and cut him,” you quickly explain, wanting to get the words out of your mouth as if they have a bitter taste on your tongue.

Aemond knows how fierce you can be, how strong you are in front of everyone. And yet, here you sit, so delicate in front of him.

“I know what people say about me and I know this will only add to everything. ‘Seven suitors that she’s chased away. She must have inherited the Targaryen Madness.’ They think I don’t hear them whispering in the hallways but I do,” you say, turning your head and pulling it out of Aemond’s touch. “They all think I’m mad.”

“Let them think what they want. They only think those things from what they see, not from what they know about us,” he says, shifting closer to you. “Look at me.” Your head turns again, looking straight into his face, your gaze meeting his. “They see me as mean and vicious and hot-tempered and cruel because of this,” he starts, gesturing to the patch over his missing eye and the scars peeking out beneath it. “I’m sure they think me mad too. Tell me, do you think they are right about me?”

You’re quick to shake your head. “No. No, you are so loyal to the family and bold and you have been nothing but caring to me,” you state and a smile grows on his face. “Though, sometimes you can be hot-tempered,” you laugh, smiling with him when he chuckles at your words as his hands fall over yours.

“So you see, they do not know us for who we truly are. Let them think those things. You and I both know that they are wrong,” he whispers, his thumb caressing the back of your hand as he continues to stare into your eyes.

You want to follow his advice as you always have. You want to just forget about the rumors and forget about those that spread them. But you cannot ignore the persistent twinge in the middle of your body, the fact that you cannot just forget and ignore everything.

“I can’t do that,” you sigh, shaking your head as you drop your head to look at his hands enveloping yours. “I can’t let them think of me as that when there is reasoning for the things that I do. And it feels as if no one will listen to me and what I have to say to explain myself and hear why I do not want to marry some stranger from the West,” you ramble, lifting your gaze back to Aemond’s face. “I already know who I want.”

You don’t need to say anything else for Aemond to understand. He understands because he feels the same way and knows that you know that. He wants you the same way you want him. You both know this from the times you two have spent together in secret, whispering, touching, and gazing at each other as lovers do. You’ve felt the pull towards him, just as he has felt it. Neither of you can say when you first felt it, but you just do.

And as you two stare into each other’s gaze, you can feel the same pull between you two.

“You know mother would allow it,” he whispers, keeping his voice low as if there were another person sitting in the corner of the room.

“We’ve always thought that because she had Helaena and Aegon married that they were enough to keep with the Targaryen tradition and that the rest of us were to marry to create alliances across Westeros. But we’ve never brought this up with her. We don’t know that she won’t allow it,” you mention, keeping your eyes on him as he drops his head with a sigh.

You reach up, holding his cheek in your palm, the tip of your thumb almost touching the scar on his cheek as you lift his gaze up to you again. “I know who I want, Aemond. I am not going to change my mind no matter how many suitors she sends my way. I want to marry you, Aemond.”

Not another word is said between the two of you. Aemond’s hand reaches up once more to cup your cheek, allowing that magnetizing pull to draw him closer to you. He touches his lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut as your heart leaps into your throat, your hand on his face pulling him even closer so that your shadows cast by the fire melt into one figure.

It feels as though this was meant to happen. It was only a matter of time before you and Aemond could no longer fight the attraction you both felt toward each other. You’ve never wanted more than for this moment to happen. You’re sure you’ve dreamed of it, imagined it every moment you’re alone with Aemond, doubting whether he wanted the same thing as you.

This only proves that it is you that he wants.

“Will you stay?” you question softly when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.

Aemond’s thumb gently caresses your cheek, an action of such tenderness you’re sure that those that speak rumors of the two of you could never imagine him capable of such a thing. “I cannot. I have duties to see to before the day ends,” he whispers, leaning ever so closer to nuzzle his nose against yours when he feels your body slack in sadness. “And you must rest, little fighter.”

That makes you laugh, a sound so musical to Aemond’s ears.

As he begins to move away from you, he places one last kiss on your forehead before leaving you in the peaceful quietness of your room. He knows he has felt you wanting more for he feels the same want in his own body. Soon, he tells himself. Soon he will have you and you both will be allowed to give into that want.

His duties are not as important to him as the new mission he has thought of as he closes your chamber doors. Your words of how Aegon and Helaena are the family’s traditional sibling marriage rings in his mind. He knows that the Queen is ceasing the search for a husband for you for a while.

Perhaps he can try and persuade her. He can entice her with the prospect that she no longer needs to continue the search. Alliances can be forged in other ways.

Aemond knows that his mother is still awake from the light flickering under her door. He knocks, waits for a response before pushing open her door to enter.

“What are you doing here so late, Aemond?” she asks, standing from her desk and leaving the paperwork laid out in front of her. It is clear that she has not thought of turning in yet, business still on her mind. Aemond is not sure if that is a good thing or not.

“You still intend to marry off (Y/n)?”

Alicent sighs, folds her hands in front of her, and gives him a gentle smile as she moves toward him. “The right suitor for her will show up. Someone who can keep up with her personality. We just have to wait and see what comes from the incident that happened to her,” she begins, stopping just in front of her son to examine his expression.

“Give her to me,” he quickly states, causing her gentle and motherly look to drop from her face. “She knows who she wants. It is me she wishes to marry and I want her as well. Let us wed and end all of your strife to try and find someone who will tolerate her when I can do just that and you know it.”

The Queen stares hard at her son, her mouth in a thin line as she mulls over his words in her mind. “You know I cannot allow that. I am waiting for word from the Starks in the North. If their son agrees to marry her it could strengthen Aegon’s claim to the Throne-”

“Aegon,” Aemond sneers, cutting her off as he steps away from her. “Betrothing him to Helaena was to strengthen his claim and now you will marry off the rest of us to other lords and ladies around Westeros to do the same.”

You were right about that.

“Aegon is all you care about. You have never thought about the happiness of your other children and what it is they want,” Aemond accuses, glaring at his mother in disdain.

Alicent gives him a sad look, stepping forward to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I am sorry you feel that way, my son. But I have made up my mind. (Y/n) will marry into another House as will you. It is all arranged.”

Her words make his body go stiff. So she has already started planning on finding him a wife. “Arranged with who?” he questions.

But she simply smiles, turning him towards the door, and starting to lead him out. “Let us not talk about that now. It is late in the night,” she whispers as if not wanting to wake the castle. In truth, Aemond knows that she does not want to stir up his anger.

Doing so only allows it to boil inside him, fueling the fire he feels to have you as his and to not see you shipped away to a faraway land where he cannot follow because he is being forced to go the other direction. As the door closes, the lost fight with his mother makes it feel as if you’re slipping away from him. Losing the fight means losing you.

He doesn’t turn in for the night. His bed remains made and untouched and the candles continue to burn and melt all the way down. He watches as the flame of the candles reaches the end of the wick, burning out just as the sun begins to rise, lightening the sky and chasing away the darkness of the moonless sky.

Aemond’s mind has been whirring with plans since he set foot inside his chambers, thinking of a way to get what both you and he want; each other. He knows that he will not get the Throne as he previously wanted due to the Queen’s insistence and so he has stopped fighting against that. But you are not lost to him just yet and he will fight to have you as long and hard as he has to.

He knows his mother is somewhat religious and he knows that any act done before the Gods is sacred to her. It’s the setup in his plan that he will carry through.

By the light of the day and the first sign that the castle is awake, he moves to see out these plans of his.

You thought you would see Aemond the next day, that he would come to see you in the gardens or at least bump into him in the hallways. But even when you ask people if they have seen him and they say no, has you confused and concerned. It makes you overthink that perhaps he didn’t feel what you thought he felt last night.

Perhaps he thought things would feel different if he kissed you and if he gave in to his wants. Maybe he changed his mind and you are not what he wants.

Your mind races and you don’t even take in the words on the page of the book in front of you. All you’re doing is staring down at it while thinking of the million possibilities of where your beloved brother could be. It worries you deeply as to where he could have disappeared to.

He’s most likely run away, you think after hearing that Vhagar is gone too. He must have regretted kissing you and fled in the night on dragon back. It breaks your heart to think that and think that it is the most likely scenario.

These thoughts keep you occupied all day and by the night, you’re tired of thinking. All you can do is stare up at the ceiling as you lay in bed, allowing for the first time in the day your mind to be quiet. And yet, tears threaten to escape from your eyes.

You never thought that without Aemond you would feel so alone. You thought that being so close to him meant that he would tell you anything bothering him. You thought…

Sighing, you bring up your hands to your face and shake your head to yourself. You don’t know what to think anymore. You turn onto your side, trying to go to sleep and hope that tomorrow you wake and this will have all been a nightmare.

But you continue to stare out the window, feeling the cool wind blowing through your room on your skin, and the question still etched into your mind. “Where are you, Aemond?”

You feel the bed dip behind you and it’s as if the intruder knows what your next move is because they grab your wrists before you can throw a punch. However, seeing Aemond’s face hiding underneath a hood makes you breathe out a sigh of relief. “Where the fuck have you been?” you ask, throwing your arms around his neck.

He doesn’t answer you. Instead, he chuckles as he pulls you away to wrap a cloak around your shoulders. “Stay quiet and follow me,” he whispers, pulling the hood up over your head before leading you off your bed.

“What are you up to, Aemond?” you whisper back, your hand slipping into his as you follow him out of your room.

“All your questions will be answered soon. Just do as I say,” he whispers over his shoulder to you.

You do as you're told. The thought that he came back for you is more than enough to make you happy. You know he has something planned but you’re not sure what it could be. Knowing that it includes you makes you feel stupid for having thought that he no longer wants you.

He leads you out of the Red Keep, all the way to the Dragon Pit, consistently looking behind him to make sure you’re still following him despite having your hand so tightly held in his own. You’ve only been to the Pit a few times, not having the pleasure of having a dragon as your egg didn’t hatch. It was the thing that brought you and Aemond to each other. After seeing him bond with Vhagar, the Queen of Dragons, it reassured you that you don’t have to have an egg hatched to be a dragon rider.

Aemond tells you that you have enough fire in your soul and that you do not need a dragon.

There are no Keepers around Vhagar who seems to be waiting for her rider. Aemond lets go of your hand to move towards the dragon, places his hand on her neck and speaks to her in Valyrian before he looks over at you again, finding you staring in awe at the huge beast before you.

He holds out his hand to you, beckoning you closer and you step forward with hesitation. “Relax,” he whispers to you, taking your hand and pressing it against the scales of the old dragon.

You gasp when she moves, jumping back into Aemond’s chest when Vhagar moves her head to look at you. “She won’t harm you. Not when you’re with me,” he says in your ear, his other hand coming to rest on your hip.

Then he moves you to the ropes draped over her neck in order for her rider to climb to their saddle. You look back to Aemond to see if he really wants you to do what you think he wants you to do. He simply nods up, silently telling you to climb. And so you do.

You’ve never ridden a dragon before, never soared above the clouds and over the seas as you have seen your brothers and sister do before. You have longed to experience it and thinking that this could be your time to do that makes your heart skip a beat.

Aemond isn’t far behind you, settling into the space of the saddle behind you. As he wraps an arm around you, commanding Vhagar to fly, you feel your skin tingle with goosebumps when she begins to move.

Although she moves slowly, every movement feels a hundred times rougher than riding a horse. And when she rises off the ground, flapping her huge wings to ascend into the sky, your hands shoot for Aemond’s forearm wrapped around your waist.

When Vhagar reaches the clouds, Aemond feels you relaxing with a deep breath. He watches you glance around at the open sky and then up at the stars that peek through any opening in the clouds. He can’t properly see but he can only imagine the look of awe on your face.

He can see you closing your eyes, feeling the fresh air blowing against your face and through your hair. There is nothing that compares to riding a dragon and he knows this very well. But there is also nothing like seeing you experience this for the first time.

Vhagar drops towards the waters below, giving you another spectacular sight to witness. You want to reach out to touch it, but Aemond stops you from leaning over, preventing you from possibly falling. With both his hands firmly holding onto your hips, you look over your shoulder at him.

“What are you doing, Aemond? Why have you kidnapped me?” you ask in a laugh when you finally land on a small island you think is not far from King’s Landing.

He doesn’t say anything as he helps you down the ropes, his hands not leaving your hips until your feet land firming on the ground. And when he takes your hand, leading you away from Vhagar, a bright smile grows on his face.

Something in the distance catches your eyes and you force yourself to look away from the gleeful look on his face. Candles glow in the dark, all placed in a way that makes up an aisle that leads to a Septon standing beneath a tree.

Suddenly you know what is happening and you look back to Aemond. “Mother will not allow us to marry. But how can we ignore what the Gods have destined for us?” he asks, still leading you toward the set up for this secret wedding.

You cannot break your gaze from him the closer you walk toward the Septon. You admire Aemond’s plans and how he had done them so quickly and quietly. You don’t even want to know how he got this Septon to agree to do this. You’re just happy that he did.

When you both come to stand in front of the Septon, Aemond gives him a nod to start, and you cannot keep the smile on your face from growing bigger. “We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever,” the Septon starts, your hand holding tightly onto Aemond's as he lifts it for the holy man to tie your hands together in a blood red ribbon.

“Let it be known that Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity.”

You know that your mother cannot do anything now for this ceremony is done before the Gods. When the sun rises, you will be Aemond’s wife and he will be your husband.

Just as you both wanted.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 20 days

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Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny

Such a good brother, especially when she’s not even his wife

Blood of my Blood.

PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,715.

WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.

A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because it’s not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.

credit to the owners of the images.

Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.

It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.

"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."

Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.

"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"

The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.

"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.

"Want me to help, princess?"

His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.

"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.

"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."

Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.

"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.

"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"

"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.

"All you had to do was ask."

His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.

Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, rūs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."

Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.

Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.

"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dārilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."

"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.

"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."

The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.

"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."

Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.

"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."

As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.

"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."

Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.

"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."

"Avy jorrāelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."

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coryosbaby · 4 months

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ʟᴜᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴀ ᴍʏ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ !

Fandom: ‘House of the Dragon’

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x sister! Reader

Synopsis: You seek solace with your brother in his chambers after a humiliating incident with Aegon.

Content warning . mild mentions of misogyny and rape, canon-typical incest, nsfw. 18+, MDNI

Your body shakes as you wander the empty halls of the Targaryen castle desperately. Tears stream down your cheeks, your face on fire, as you make your way to your brother Aemond’s chambers.

Thankfully, the guards to his room have been dismissed and so have the servant girls. Your fists rap against the door, once, twice.

When Aemond opens the door, you fall into him.

Your arms wrap around him, your teary eyes burying into his chest. He tenses against your hold, confused, but after a moment his hands rest on your waist and he pulls you into his room. Closing the door behind him, he guides you over to the thick armchair sitting in front of his desk. Your ripped skirts trail across the stoned floor, your eyes red and puffy. Aemond gently pushes you down onto the cushions.

He’s silent, but his eyes are concerned and you hold your face in your hands. He reaches across to his desk and pulls out a handkerchief. His fingers gently grab your chin, and he wipes away your tears. You avoid his gaze as he lets out a heavy sigh.

“What has our brother done now, sweet sister?”

Your bottom lip wobbles as you try to keep from sobbing again.

“He humiliated me,” you say quietly, recalling the events from earlier. “He ripped my c-clothes in front of all of his friends. He called me a—“

You let out a choked sound, tears filling your eyes again at your husband’s cruelty.

“A what?”

“…A whore.”

Your voice cracks. Aemond’s jaw clenches, and his fingers tighten on each side of the armchair.

“Leave him to me.”

He moves to his feet, but your tiny fingers wrap around his much larger ones as you jump up to meet his towering height.

“Please, do not cause conflict with him at this hour. I beg of you.”

He looks at you through narrowed eyes. However close Aemond and his brother are, it doesn’t compare to your shared bond with him. Any ounce of disrespect aimed towards you may as well be directed at Aemond himself.

“Aegon needs to be held accountable,” he says sternly. His hands rest on your waist, and they’re soft. Not angry or violent like his raging thoughts at the given moment. He will always be gentle with you. “I’m sick of his antics. You are not some— some prize. You are the princess. You are to be respected.“

“Aemond,” you cry, your fingers gripping his forearms. “Please. Another night. Not now.”

He wants to ram a sword into his brother’s head delectably slow. But he mustn’t utter those words to you. Instead, he tries his best to stay calm and focus on your current state instead. Your dress— a purple thing with lace at the sleeves— is torn to shreds. Aemond takes note that this is your favorite dress. He will go to the seamstress tomorrow to have it remade from completely new fabrics, and then he will wring his brother’s neck with the old ones.

But for now, with you, he will be soft, gentle— he knows you like him best this way.

His thumb brushes against your neck, and he mumbles softly.

“You left your night dress in your chambers, sweetling.”

Heat flares in your cheeks at your brother’s nickname for you, one that he has called you since you were both teenagers. You chew on the inside of your cheek.

“I know.”

“I can have someone fetch them for you, if you’d like.”

“That’s alright,” you assure, rubbing soft circles into his wrist. “I would.. would it be okay, if I —“

“Borrowed something of mine?”

You nod, embarrassed, although you’ve slept in Aemond’s clothes many times. Being wrapped up in things of his makes you feel comforted, protected. Safe.

I would let all of these men fuck you if they decided it.

It was something Aegon had uttered drunkenly into your ear as he presented you to his friends, blatantly humiliating you. You swallow down the bile rising in your throat at the thought. How could one be so cruel? How could one treat their sister, their wife, as if she was some object? Some whore?

You shake the thoughts out of your head when Aemond takes hold of your hand and pulls you towards his bed. You don’t take a seat just yet, watching as Aemond disappears for a moment only to reappear with a cream colored sleep shirt in his hands.

“Let’s get you out of this, shall we?”

You nod to him, blushing, and his fingers nimbly slide against your back as he turns you around. He begins to unlace the corset back of your dress, sliding the fabric off of your shoulders and down to the floor. Next comes your underthings— cushion-ey soft fingers trail down your spine as all of it drops off of you, and you’re on fire.

You’ve been naked around Aemond before— this is no different from other times. He’s your your best friend— your big brother, after all, and sleepovers are not new. But regardless, you still quiver with nerves and something else you can’t quite place.

After this, Aemond grasps the sleep shirt and slides it over your head. It drops down to your knees, and his large hands pull your hair out from underneath the neckline.

“There,” he murmurs. “All better.”

You turn around to face him, and for the first time tonight your face twitches into a small, happy smile. Aemond presses a kiss to your head.

“Sleep, little one.”

You slide underneath the covers, piling underneath Aemond’s large comforter. He begins to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off of his shoulders and unbuttoning his pants. Next comes his eye patch— his uttermost insecurity that he feels no shame for when he’s with you and you only. He slips it off and places it on the nightstand. He slides in next to you, clad in his undergarments. He presses into your side and wraps a strong arm around your stomach. You sigh, relaxing and basking in the man’s warmth. Tiredness takes over you, and Aemond presses a kiss to your neck. It’s so utterly soft, his lips pillowy and plump. Your lashes flutter.

“Aemond,” you breathe. “Avy jorrāaelan, lēkia.”

(I love you, brother.)

He pauses, breathing heavily against you. He doesn’t say it back, but he doesn’t have to. You already know that he loves you, too.

Your drowsy body moves of its own accord, and you turn over to face him.

You admire him in the low candlelight. His perfectly tousled hair, the curve of his cheekbones, the turquoise jewel in replacement of his eye. You wonder how different it would’ve been if he had been your betrothed.

Your lips press against his, soft and passionate. It’s the first kiss you’ve ever shared with each other, and Aemond sighs against your lips, finally giving in to your sweetness. His hand finds purchase on your hip, and yours move to his hair. He doesn’t let anyone touch his hair but you.

Shy touches soon give way to the exploration of the each other’s bodies. Your hand trails across his chest, down past his navel. You don’t touch him there— not yet, though the bulge in his underwear makes it incredibly tempting. His fingers travel across your collarbone and skim over your breasts. When you pull away from him, your face is incredibly hot.

“I need you.” you say to him, doe eyes staring up at him. Aemond holds back with a heaving chest and a form of self taught control. He almost gasps for breath as he grips your waist.

“Tell me again.”

It comes out a lot more demanding than expected. He growls it, needy and desperate. You whine, your cunt aching.

“I need you,” you say. “Take me. I am yours.”

He can’t deny you this request. He lifts your leg, places it over his own so your back is pressed against his and you’re still spread out for him. He lifts your his night shirt, exposing your cunt that he had left unclothed. His fingers slide against your swollen clit, making you mewl and clench desperately for him. He rubs slow, deliberate circles, getting you perfectly slick and pliant for his cock. When he’s pleased with how wet you are, he pulls out his thick length. He presses his cockhead against your folds, groaning at the wet heat of you.

“Seven…” He sighs, and can’t help but press into your hole, his cock dribbling precum as he makes his way inside your gummy walls. “Such iā ȳrda, needy riñītsos”

(Such a tight, needy little girl.)

Your mouth drops open, emmiting angelic whimpers and moans as he fills you. He starts slow, deep, moving his hips at a steady pace, savoring the feeling of your hole sucking him in. His balls hit your ass, heavy and filled to the brim with cum that he’s oh so desperate to fuck into you. Your tiny fingers curl against his hip, forcing him to stay inside, to keep you safe and sane. He grunts into your ear, feeds you delicious affections and promises.

“You have such a perfect cunny, sweet sister,” he praises hotly. “You mustn’t worry anymore. I’m going to take care of you,” and then, with a gasp emitting out of him, “You are my light, my darling girl.”

You can’t say anything, only arch against his gentle thrusts and grind against him with affection in your heart. He holds you like you’re made of glass, and he fucks you just the same.

It isn’t long before his fingers find your pearl again, drawing a sob out of you as your orgasm unfurls. It’s strong, nothing like the weak, untouched ones you get from Aegon. No, this is powerful— white hot heat curls up in your tummy, spreads down to your toes, and your ears ring with the force. The sound of you coming undone is what has Aemond reaching his peak thereafter. His hips stutter, his balls draw up tight, and he spills inside you with a loud moan. He rides out his high with your name tumbling from his lips like an adulterated prayer.

When he stills, he makes no move to pull out of you. He lays, breathes against your skin, his platinum blonde locks spilling over your shoulder. Your hand finds his, post orgasm haze taking over your psyche. After a moment, Aemond begins to speak.

“Our brother is a fool, sweet sister.” He mumbles. “He will burn eternally for what he has done to you.”

Your fucked out mind agrees. You smile, basking in the after glow of sex, of Aemond. You press yourself against him and dream of sweet nothings, of a different, familiar husband and children’s feet pattering softly against tile stone.

All the while, Aemond’s seed sits heavily inside your womb and the baby inside you begins to grow.

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darkestspring · 1 year

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headcanon to aemond obsessed with his half sister (daughter of Aemma and Viserys), please

you were the king and late queen's second daughter, born five years after your sister rhaenyra.

You had been dubbed The Realm's Joy. A nickname you never really paid attention to. You were the apple of the people’s eyes. You were a young girl with all the kindness in the world mixes with the softest tone.

For all intents and purposes, you were a kind girl who loved those around her and none was loved more than your mother. Your sister was rebellious and brave, you were soft and sweet, like your mother. You spent most of your time reading with your head in your mother’s lap as you took in all the teachings both she and your septa gave you.

you were a mere two years old when your mother died, and you would not understand until you were older why Rhaenyra and your father cried with you when you sobbed out for your mother. you didn’t understand why they were simply hug you when you cried out for your mother. Your mother was gone, you would never see her again, only in memories and dreams.

It was only a few months later that your father would remarry, urged by the council using your name in this method (the young princess needs a mother, otto hightower had confided in your father, she is merely two years old. She needs a gentle hand to guide her from a child to a full fledged princess.) and your father had chosen a lady who had shown him kindness, he was confident that she would raise you well beside him.

The news of her best friend marrying her father had come as a shock to rhaenyra, especially as she saw you babble sleepily into her father’s shoulder before you were handed over to Alicent. Their new stepmother.

As you grew a year older, only a few months after you turned four years old, your younger brother Aegon was born. A boy that shared your features, white hair and purple eyes. A boy that you adored. Even as a child who’s time was monopolized by her older sister, who could not bring herself to like Aegon, and her father, who adored her and her sister above all, she loved her younger siblings, bringing them little trinkets, carrying them around and playing with them.

You had picked out the egg for Aegon’s crib, much to Alicent’s gratitude and Otto’s approval. You had done the same for Helaena, Aemond and even Daeron.

you were seven years old when Aemond was born and you had cared for him above all. Nine year old Aegon had pouted restlessly as you held baby Aemond in your arms as you sang to him in high valyrian.

With all the care you gave Aemond, it wasn’t strange that he totted after you, hating to leave your side, something that pleased Alicent and Otto incredibly. In their minds, with all your care towards them, you would side with Aegon once your father died.

Even if you were oblivious to it all as you focused on your own studies and caring for your family, changes were brewing. It was certain when rumors sprung that Rhaenyra and Daemon had been spotted in a whore house. Then Rhaenyra was engaged to your cousin, Laenor. You had opted to stay behind with Alicent, as boats made you sick. She had appreciated your care. A sweet girl you were. You had been there when the declaration had been made, your step mother, caring and loving and kind, entered in a green dress, in contrast to her usual red dresses. You had looked at your sister with a confused look, being only eleven years old and she had been quick to soothe you.

even as you grew from a young child, to a young princess, more children were born. your nephew, jacaerys, and your younger brother, daeron, were both born when you were eleven, in 114 ac. you second nephew, lucerys, born only a year later, a few weeks after your nameday, and your third nephew, joffrey, was born two years after that, you had been fourteen.

One things had not changed through the years, you remained a soft and lovely girl, the reincarnation of queen Aemma, the whispers had said as you accompanied your stepmother and half-sister on walks, as you walked with Aegon, even as you talked excitedly with Aemond as he watched you with an awed look in his eyes. You were compared to your mother especially as you carried baby Daeron in your arms.

It had all come to a head when your good aunt-cousin died in 120 AC when you were 17. You had all headed to driftmark for the funeral, you had softly spoken to your uncle of your condolences as he had patted your head gently in thanks before you moved on to drift back to your father’s side. It had worsened in the night when you had woken to commotion and drowsily walked towards a lit room to find Aemond bleeding with one closed eye in a chair and your two nephews jace and luke also bleeding.

“Aemond, Jace, Luke!” You had gasped in horror, running over to Aemond, seeing as he was the most injured. Alicent’s hand reached fro your own and your heart throbbed at seeing her teary eyes.

“Sister.” Aemond had called out, his other hand reaching out for you and you gently grabbed his hand. “Sister, i claimed Vhagar.”

You had gasped at that, smiling at him. Ever since it became clear that his egg would not hatch, you had encouraged him to claim his own dragon “I’m happy for you, brother.”

Yells and shouts had mixed together and when your sister had insisted that aemond be strictly questioned on why he referred to her sons as strongs, your brows had furrowed. Aemond had already been maimed, all he needed to do was rest.

“Father, Aemond has been mortally injured.” You injected, your face pinched together in sorrow. How could your sister insist that? “Please allow the maesters to tend to him and let him rest. The same must happen to Jace and Luke, they are also injured. Father please.” Aemond, Alicent and Otto had all stared at you. You had defended Aemond over your own sister, it was a win for the greens in their eyes.

You father, moved by your tears had agreed and the matter had been settled. Rhaenyra left to dragonstone, where she married your uncle, much to your father’s rage. You, despite Rhaenyra’s insistence that you come with her as she was her sister, returned to King’s Landing with your father and family.

You wouldn’t see her for another seven years and you grew from a beautiful seventeen year old, to a stunning twenty three year old. Your hair was always decorated with flowers, even as you took ride on Silverwing with Aemond on Vhagar not very far away.

You had been overjoyed by seeing your sister again while Aemond had been less than pleased and he had made his place in your bed like he had when he was younger, taking advantage of your comfort as he rested his head on your chest and listened to your heartbeat. It’s okay, he needs only to be patient for a little longer.

Aemond had gone to his mother and grandfather with a request. Allow me to marry my older sister, Princess [Y/N].

Alicent had been hesitant but overjoyed. Her two favorite children marrying? it would be a dream come true but Helaena was not happy in her marriage, she did not want to make the same mistake twice. Otto had agreed easily, taking the proposal to the king, who had deliriously agreed.

Aemond had gone to train as you had greeted your older sister. “Sister, Uncle.” You had smiled at them, as soft as you had always been. You were the spitting image of your mother, all soft and kind and sweet. It had pained Rhaenyra to be parted from you. She knew what sort of things Aemond was doing, going into your room and taking your things, sleeping in your bed. Following you around when you didn’t notice. Vile acts towards her beloved sister.

You had departed from her , going about your daily duties, you were not to attend the audience, by request of your stepmother and you had all too easily agreed as you spent your time in the gardens, picking flowers for your stepmother and helaena.

“Sister.” A deep voice had interrupted your time and you looked up, smiling sweetly as you made your way towards Aemond. “Father wishes to have a dinner tonight, come, I will escort you.” He held out his hand towards you but you had gestured towards the flowers.

“I will need to drop the flowers off and wash my hands free of dirt, sweet brother.” You had chuckled gently as he nodded and guided you away. It was a quick trip and then the both of you were on your way.

Everyone had looked up as you entered, your arms hooked with Aemond and he had guided you towards your seat and took his spot besides you.

It had been a dull affair until the toasts began. He rose his glass. “I’d like to raise a toast to my lovely sister, [Y/N].” He seemed satisfied as other rose their glasses as you smiled at him. “Who is to become my sister-wife by decree of our father.”

You had blinked at him, you lips parting but your father had smiled proudly at Aemond so you gently smiled as well. It would not be bad to be married to Aemond, he was kind and gentle.

Rhaenyra grit her teethas Daemon grabbed her hand gently. Alicent had stolen her mother’s place, and now Aemond was going to steal her beloved sister. Where would it end?

Aemond had seemed satisfied with the anger within the blacks as he leaned over to kiss your cheek. “I look forward to our life together, my sweet soon-to-be wife.”

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m1ndbrand · 1 year

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Y/N: Bro-

Aemond: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Aemond: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and you were about to call me brother??

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dedicatednotobsessed · 2 years

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Bound in Fire and Blood Series Masterlist [HIATUS]

Gif does not belong to me 💚

Other HOTD stories [requests open]

Summary: You are the younger twin sister of Aemond Targaryen and the second youngest child to King Viserys and Queen Alicent. Growing up you were extremely close to your twin brother, practically inseparable and as you continued to grow, you realized your feelings for him were more than just a sibling love….

TRIGGER WARNING: This is a story of incest (obviously, it’s Game of Thrones). It contains strong depictions of sexual content and blood. Please read at your own risk.

• Chapter One: Bonded in Blood

• Chapter Two: The Red Flower

• Chapter Three: A Proposal

• Chapter Four: Sight of the Seven [M]

• Chapter Five: The Twin Dragons [M]

• Chapter Six: Dragon Dreams

• Chapter Seven: A Bastard Prince

• Chapter Eight: A Royal Feast

• Chapter Nine: Twin Flames

• Chapter Ten: Aegon the Conqueror

• Chapter Eleven: The Bedding Ceremony [M]

• Chapter Twelve: Of Ash and Flame

• Chapter Thirteen: First of Her Name

• Chapter Fourteen: Audience with the Queen

• Chapter Fifteen: Sixteenth Name Day

• Chapter Sixteen: The Small Council

• Chapter Seventeen: The Calm Before the Storm

• Chapter Eighteen: Then the Storm Broke…

• Chapter Nineteen: …And the Dragons Danced

• Chapter Twenty: Kinslayer

• Chapter Twenty-One: An Eye for an Eye

• Chapter Twenty-Two: A Sonf for a Son

• Chapter Twenty-Three: Descent into Madness

• ANNOUNCEMENT

🔥Extra Chapters🔥

Below is a series of noncanon mini chapters to BIFAB. I am accepting ideas, feel free to submit one through my ask box. 💚

• Fifteenth Name Day

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Scratch That

by @flower-cage

Ao3 | Masterlist | NEW! Part 2: Denial

Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader

Summary: His sweet little sister has an itch only he can scratch.

Words: 4,246

Warnings: 18+ only; Targcest/incest, Perv!Aemond, Manipulative!Aemond, smut, fluff, purity culture, Aemond likes that she is naive and takes advantage of it.

A/N: lol remember when I said I didn’t want to write incest. Instead of writing TWATD, I’ve been working on this. It is unbeta’d and it is cursed and I will write more parts to it probably.

Minors do not interact.

You had always been a crier, his sweet little sister. As a babe, you drove your mother and her handmaidens to tears themselves with your wailing. As a child, just about anything set off your sorrow: a scrape of your knee, Aegon’s pinchings and teasings, thunderstorms... And as you grew to become a young, fair maiden, this childish trait persisted.

It had never bothered him, your crying, though it did others, and for that reason, it was he that you sought after for comfort. And he would always receive you with open arms, for no one had cried hardest the night his eye was taken from him.

You had walked in as your mother and older sister disputed in the large hall, having had your rest interrupted, so clearly fatigued and holding on to your favorite plush doll. He knew it was coming before it happened. You always looked for him first in a crowded room, eyes scanning right past your family as they altercated. When your eyes found him, he saw it coming in the bulging of them and in the trembling of your bottom lip. You had run to him fast, your small frame undetected as it moved through the crowd in desperation.

None took note of the youngest Targaryen as you clung to him and descended into dejection, with your nose tucked to his neck and his arm wound tightly around you. None but for him, for nobody loved you as he did, and no one would ever deserve you as he did.

As children you had been close, seeking each other’s company to chase one another around the gardens in the Red Keep, play fighting and picking flowers alike. But after the night he claimed Vhagar, you became positively inseparable - be it because you sought to comfort him for his mutilation, be it because you were the only company he wished to have. Your child’s play became bound to the walls of your private chambers more often, away from the pitying and terrified stares of both the nobility and the commoners who lived and worked at the castle. Though you had watched his demeanor become harsher and colder, to you he had remained soft and warm. In your growing youth, you evolved into each other’s confidant, each other’s most beloved companion, as your interests grew away from those of children.

Your chasing turned into challenges of knowledge and dragon-riding and your play fights into flying away from court to read for hours in each other’s embrace. He loved more than anything to fly away with you when the sun and the breeze invited you to do so, whenever your older brother drove him mad, or even when the ladies of the court teased you for your naïveté.

In truth, regardless of the years that passed, you remained clueless to the malice of the world, and as your older brother, he saw it as his prime duty to watch over you. Not only had you preserved your childish innocence, but your benevolence as well. That, carried in the enticing body of the young woman you had become, attracted the hungry sights of men and the envious sights of women, turning you prey to the very ill will to which you remained blind.

It was only at the celebration of his fifteenth nameday that he perceived his sentiments for you surpassed that of a protective brother. It had always been your favorite celebration and every year you doted on him like the King he coveted to be: broke your fast with him, gave him presents, brushed his hair for him, and clapped the loudest and smiled the brightest at every toast at his feast. He watched you carefully and dutifully as you played with Jahaerys and Jahaera, minding especially inebriated men who dared look your way longer than a second when it happened.

You bent forward to pick up a wailing child, and your maturing breasts threatened to spill over the tight seam of your dress. He felt his cheeks burn in shame, and he rose and stormed toward you in hopes anger would subdue this inquietudes.

He had scolded you then, quietly, and was astounded to realize you simply didn’t understand. He watched as the tell-tale signs of your crying formed on your face.

“It’s alright, my darling,” he shushed you, rubbing your hands soothingly, “It’s merely that-” he gulped, both thanking and cursing the Gods that your Septa had been useless in her teachings of womanhood.

“There are parts of you that must be kept sacred,” he whispered, “secret to only yourself and the one you love the most.”

He watched your brows unfurrow as confusion was overtaken by curiosity, and watched your tears turn into a smile when he asked you for a dance.

“Come,” he had said, “I’ll request your favorite song.”

And it was later that day when he came to your bedchambers, as he often did so you would read together before sleep, that you shared words of your love for the first time.

His cheeks flushed in shame and want similar to how they had at the earlier feast when you opened the door.

“Sister!” he hissed, “You shouldn’t have opened the door in this way if you knew I was coming!”

He averted his eyes frantically and closed the door quickly so that none else would see you in your indecency. He kept his back to you, hands on the wooden pane, willing his nervousness to wane and praying that you would cover yourself in more layers.

“No,” you urged him softly, pulling him around by his elbow, “dearest brother, I love you the most,” you uttered lovingly, looking up at him as if he carried all your joy and dreams in his only eye; his sweet little sister who couldn’t see the malevolence in the world, especially not within him, who simply didn’t understand.

He watched your hair, free from the restraints of courtly propriety, felt the soft cotton chemise that is typically bound to the intimacy of your chambers. This was you inviting him in

“My little darling,” he exhaled brokenly, kissed your forehead, “I love you more than anyone, more than anything.”

When he pulled away he saw your eyes glisten for the second time that day.

“Come,” he said, his heart beating wildly in his chest in joy and desire and most of all in love, “Let us read something of your choosing.”

But you pulled him back once again as he made to move toward the plush chairs by your fireplace.

“Will you let me see you as well, then? If it is I who you love the most?”

He could never deny you anything.

You were crying the first time he ever kissed you too, ages after he had first sparked in you an interest in love.

In the years that had followed in your maidenhood, he had restrained himself from advancing with his inappropriate thoughts no matter how terribly his desire matured, waiting for you to reach your own awakenings. But he allowed the touches and intimacy you sought after in your innocence.

You had barged into his room in the early evening one day, wailing, unbothered by the glint of his blue gem as you were by the lack of a shirt on his body.

“Brother!” you cried against his naked chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your shoulders bounced from your sobs.

“What is it, little sister?” He was unfazed at your outburst, it being as common as the rise of the sun at every morrow.

“Brother,” you sobbed one more time, “No one loves me and no one ever will!”

You placed your chin upon his pectoral to regard him from under your eyelashes, tears streaking along your complexion.

“What are you on about?” he chuckled, “Don’t I tell you I love you every day?”

“But yours is brotherly love, Aemond!” you protested, annoyed at his mocking, “It is not true love.”

He hummed, delighting in your aggravation. Even so, he soothed you by running his palm firmly along your spine.

“And what is true love, little darling?”

You swallowed down more tears and composed yourself marginally.

“Lady Cora says it is when someone gives you a true love’s kiss.”

He couldn’t hold back the grin that slowly split his face in half.

“Such as when a knight kisses a damsel, or a Prince kisses a Princess-” you scoffed and slapped his hard chest, frustrated at his continued jesting, “Aemond!”

It had him laughing harder, your frustration. And it was with the greatest care he was capable of that he cupped your face in his large hands and brushed your noses together lovingly, before placing the gentlest kiss on your wet lips. He only let go when he felt you melt against him.

“There,” he murmured, smiling softly still, “I am a Prince and you a Princess, and I’ve kissed you.”

He watched as your countenance changed from surprise to sheepish delight and you buried your face in his neck once more.

“Don’t believe everything Lady Cora taunts you with, little darling,” he pulled you from your hiding place, taking your hand in his and kissing your palm, “I assure you none love her as I love you,” he kissed your wrist, your forearm, the dip of your elbow, your lips again, “and none will ever love you as much as I do.”

It became customary for you to show your affections by kissing him in your moments of privacy. They were always soft, lovely brushes of your lips against his. You adored being kissed, every time he could see in you the childish adoration you had always reserved for him. To you, it was a demonstration of true love greater but no less innocent than holding hands or resting your head on his shoulder when you sat together, even if, in him, it elicited a burning lust that hardened him in his pants.

The addition to your interactions had sparked a want that threatened to consume him, more than any of the more intimate touches he would sometimes risk in your aloneness. More so than when he would hold you at night as you doze off on his bare chest, your bodies separated merely by the thinnest of your gowns. He would often bare you off the heavy blankets, only so that your nipples would pebble against him in the cold or your leg would shift over his stiff member as you sought his warmth. It had always been enough, those accidental touches. Until you began to seek and yearn for the touch of his lips.

Then, he could never restrain himself as he once had.

When you flew off to your secluded, secretive haven at the top of a hill near the Kingswood, he would hold you in his arms as you read aloud, with his back against a tree trunk, much like you had done since you were children. Unlike then, you shared gentle kisses and he would run his hand up your naked thigh, under your summer dress, stroke under the curve of your bottom to have you shiver and falter in your speech.

When you broke your fast with him, he would wipe off the remaining sugar from your dainty fingers with a stroke of his tongue to watch your lips pop open and your pupils dilate in arousal you didn’t even comprehend. He would pepper sweet kisses along your cleavage and delight in the desperate rise and fall of your bosom against his face. He would squeeze your waist and pull you to his chest as he held you tightly, as you squirmed from the loving words he murmured teasingly against your sensitive neck. He couldn’t bring himself to touch you any further, however. He could only coach you, tease you, spark in you something new with each touch in hopes that one day you would ask him for more.

That one day came when he visited you in the early morrow with a gift in his hands and a bulge in his trousers. The former he was swift to discard so he could busy his hands instead with touching you. He woke you with kisses to your face and nudges to your side. You had been quick to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into your bed fully when you came to.

“Aemond!” you yelped joyfully. “You’re back!”

He had traveled along with Ser Criston to watch a tourney at the invitation of the Prince of Dorne. His trainer had insisted he learned the techniques of the Dornish, convinced it would make him a far more distinguished fighter. And because Ser Criston wouldn’t fly with him on Vhagar, they had sailed to Sunspear, taking him from you for nearly two moons.

You had cried and cried to mother to let you accompany him. And you had cried and cried on the day of his departure. You had ridden with him in his private carriage all the way to the pier, grasping his hand tightly and sniffing against his shoulder the entire journey. He kissed you lovingly as he always did, just the sweet, soft slide of your lips against one another, in attempts at comfort. Though he wanted nothing more than to finally allow himself to deepen it, to commit your taste to memory before he had to endure so many nights without your touch, from it he refrained. Instead, he breathed in deeply, freeing himself of his nefarious thoughts and reminding himself to be patient, or else he risked frightening you. He kissed you firmly, fiercely, a final time before stepping out of the carriage and pulling you after him.

He continued to hold you in the circling of his arms while the last of his bearings were carried into the undersized vessel, swaying you side to side soothingly.

“Tis time, my love,” he spoke softly against your temple, eliciting a few sobs to tumble out of you.

“Think of me as I will you each day,” he said, cupping your wet cheeks in his hands, and kissing your forehead. He couldn't keep at bay the smile that surged at your fierce display of melancholy. Though his heart ached at your distress, he delighted in your vehement devotion. “And remember that I love you more than anyone and more than anything.”

“Brother,” you hiccuped around your tears, “Please, kiss me one more time.”

Then, the very breath was knocked out of him and your desperation for his touch drove his heart to wild beatings. His grip on you tightened and he grasped at the very ends of his sanity to not give in to your temptations. This would be the one time he would have to deny you.

“Do as I say,” he said gruffly, voice heavy with the effort of restraint.

“Think of me, of my touch, of my kiss, and of my love every night before you drift off to sleep, and I promise you, when I come back, I shall kiss you with more passion than I have ever done, and give you immense pleasure only my love is capable of delivering.”

And you hadn’t failed him.

“How I’ve missed you, little love,” he whispered against your lips, watching you with all the adoration that he bore within of him. And then he kissed you and you clung to him firmly. You dipped your fingers in his hair, arched your body to press against him, chased his lips with yours when he threatened to pull away, and he realized you yearned to feel closer to him just as much he did.

To the best of his abilities, he removed his clothing while keeping his lips upon yours as you continued to demand of him. The carnal desperation you showed perhaps for the first time threatened his hardened cock to spill in his undergarments at the slightest touch.

“Mine as well,” you asked between erratic breaths, pulling on the sleeves of your night slip, “Please, brother, I want to feel your skin on mine.”

His whole body shuddered at your request, and he all but stifled a moan as he pulled soft silk down soft skin. You discarded his eyepatch as you often did when it was just the two of you, but he didn’t even register it. He stared at your perky breasts instead, just beneath his chin, pointing up in arousal you mistook for simply missing his company. His mouth flooded with the hunger he had for the taste of them, and his lips tingled as the very last of his self–control fought against his crazed desire. He couldn’t be sure of whether he would have resisted it if not for your calling.

“Brother,” you urged and he moved to face you, “I was– I did as you told me,” you breathed hurriedly, “I thought of you every night as I lay in bed.”

“Did you, little love?” He smiled fondly and proceeded to plant long, firm kisses at the expanse of your neck, eliciting shivers and goosebumps to litter your skin. He was eager to learn which fruits he would be able to pick from the seed he planted so many nights ago.

You hummed in agreement. His calculated though sensual ministrations of your body, firm grip and strokes of your waist, thighs, and hip had you breathing harshly as you attempted to reason further. His digits, cold from the long travel, pressed upon your burning hot skin, heightening the sensations he wished for you to revel in.

“I did and it-“ you bit your lip hesitantly, “it caused me a strange affliction.”

He halted his touches to prop himself over you once more.

“How so?” He sucked in his cheeks to prevent a smile; every nerve ending on his skin sensitive to the words he desperately wanted you to utter. His cock twitched in his smallclothes as it hovered between your legs.

“It felt as though I had a fever!” Your eyes bulged in your worry, naive and so dependent on your older brother to teach you. “Though it did not bring me any pain. A strong itch spread on my skin and-”

“Go on,” he whispered, heart hammering, blood boiling.

“It settled between my legs,” you murmured lowly. Even if you didn’t understand the depravity of your words, you were ashamed to speak of the body parts you knew to be intimate; the parts to which you understood only he was allowed to be privy.

“I thought it was my missing you,” you whined and the sound sent his liquid pleasure to drip and wet his clothes, “but with you here, it’s become more powerful. It is pulsing, brother,” you whined once again.

Aemond let out a shaky breath in response. He positively felt his only pupil dilate as his arousal intensified.

“Do you know what that is?” He asked gruffly. “Have you told anyone?”

You shook your head rapidly.

“It is our love, sweet thing,” he murmured against your lips, “Our love makes us feel this way. Do you remember what I told you the day I left?”

I shall kiss you with more passion than I have ever done, and give you immense pleasure only my love is capable of delivering.

You nodded.

“It is how I’ll scratch that for you.”

And with that, with a calloused thumb, he pulled your bottom lip away from the trappings of your teeth. And when he placed his lips upon yours he let his tongue slowly crawl in between them to caress your own.

He held you by your jaw at an angle which allowed him to explore your mouth freely. Each touch of your tongues had him yearning for more, and you drawing sharp breaths as you felt pleasure for the very first time. He reveled in the sensation of your breasts grazing his naked chest as you struggled for air. Your hands held on tight to his long hair as if grasping onto a sense of lucidity that threatened to leave you rapidly.

He only broke from you when he had savored you completely, learned your taste and taught you his. When he did, you followed his movement to reunite instead your glistening lips. He smiled and tried to hold you back, talk you through the sensations so new to your flesh, but when you whimpered his name with darkened eyes, no godly power of the Seven could have prevented him from devouring you the way he did.

He ran a hand down your body again, reacquainting himself with your warm skin and your supple curves. When he squeezed your breast and rolled your sensitive nub under his thumb, you thrashed underneath him, rolling your body to touch his and whining into his mouth. You whined freely in the room and with abandon when he replaced his finger with his mouth, tonguing and nipping at your hardened bud.

“Gods,” he stopped when your noises threatened your privacy, “I have wanted to taste you for so long.”

“Brother!” You gasped, attempting to control your breathing. “It is so much!”

You squirmed still underneath him, closing your thighs and rubbing them together in an unconscious search for release. He shushed you by planting a sweet kiss on your wet lips.

“My dearest love,” he cooed, littered kisses on your face adoringly, “Doesn’t it feel good?”

“It- it does,” you muttered trepidly, “But it’s become so much stronger, the itch.”

You stroked his chest as if to assure him you enjoyed his passion and tucked his hair behind his ear where it had come loose.

With little patience to word his explanations, he captured your lips in a sensual entangle of your tongues as one of his hands descended on your naked body. Swiftly he discarded both your small clothes and with a hand hooked around your knee, he pulled apart your legs to press his rock-solid member against your wet privates.

“Oh,” you moaned as his engorged head bumped against that little button of pleasure of which you had no knowledge.

You clung onto his shoulders desperately, trying to make sense of the sensations that dominated your body; stemming from his insistent touches of your most intimate parts and disseminating upwards to your hardened nipples and downwards to your toes. You moaned continuously as he ground his cock along your wet folds and against your pleasure pearl, provoking wave after wave of that same intense itch.

“This is what you needed,” he growled close to your face, watching as your confusion slowly gave way to carnal bliss. “Was it not, little sister?”

“Aemond,” you moaned, your bulging innocent eyes fixed on his lustful one, “what is this I’m feeling?”

“It’s pleasure, little darling,” he explained, “a pleasure only I can give you, only my love can give you.”

“You love me so much, brother?” You asked between whimpers and gasps that drove all the blood that fed his thoughts to his leaking cock.

Tears rolled from your eyes, ones he recognized to be from his love confession. Even when he had you bare beneath him, committing unspeakable sins and giving in to cravings of the flesh, you sought the reassurance of his love.

“More,” he grunted and as if to prove the extent of his adoration, he quickened his pace, rutting against you with renewed vigor, groping your plush behind and moving you along his cock forcefully.

The wet sounds of your flesh coming together in passion and your surprised, wanton moans, heightened the sensations that gathered on his cock, making it pulse as if it desired to get bigger and allow for more arousal, as if it were to explode in its lust. So long had he waited for that moment, so patient he had been, now he delivered all of his raw, burning desire with abandon.

“That’s it, my little darling,” he murmured as you threw your head back in excruciating pleasure, “Relish in all of my love, in all of my affections.”

“You were such an obedient girl for your older brother,” he moaned, “You deserve this. Take it.”

He took your hands as his pleasure neared its peak, lacing your fingers together and bringing them to rest against the bed, above your head. He thrust slower, more powerfully, hoping to bring the climax of your enjoyment along with his.

“Aemond!” You cried among your gasps of arousal. “Something is happening!”

He watched as your eyes bulged in desperation, wet with streaking tears, equal parts aroused and frightened.

“Please,” you whined, “It is so much!”

“Give in to it, my little love,” he gasped harshly as his own arousal threatened to break through that maximum threshold of pleasure. “Trust me.”

He watched with his mouth parted in awe as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your lips fell open in a silent scream of utter satisfaction. He felt himself explode between your bodies before he registered his tremendously overwhelming orgasm, so enraptured he was by yours. He rode the waves of your peak until they became mere jolts of your body against his, his own electrifying his flesh in their wake.

And then he kissed you and kissed you until your jaws became numb with the effort.

A/N: I know I've robbed you of the aftercare but I'll write a part two!

#I just really wanted to publish it already #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #hotd x reader #hotd x you #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen x sister!reader #hotd smut

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Targaryen! Y/n watching the dinner brawl as if it were a bar fight:

#a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon #hotd #sister reader #y/n targaryen #targaryen reader #hotd x reader #hotd x fem! reader #hotd x y/n #hotd x you #hightowers x reader #hightowers x fem reader #alicent hightower #otto hightower #aegon targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #hotd shitpost

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The Future is Now (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Word count: 4.3K

Summary: aemond discovers plans for you to be wed in the near future are being made—and they don’t include him as your husband. he’s not happy about it, especially when you don’t protest

Tags: (18+), cw: dub-con, cw: sibling incest, targaryen!reader, dark themes, coercion, kissing, manhandling, intimidation, choking (not actually but his hand is on her neck), P in V sex, loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, aemond is kinda scary but also weirdly loving. idk that’s just the vibe I ended up going with

Disclaimer: if you are uncomfortable with dark themes in your fanfiction, then this story is not for you. I do not condone sexual violence irl, but this is fiction—a fantasy—so morality police need not interact. if you don’t like it, keep scrolling.

A/N: first darker fic but I couldn’t help but be inspired by a darker character. ngl I’m team black but I can’t help but be intrigued by aemond and this idea invaded my brain

cross-posted to ao3 • hotd masterlist • writing masterlist

Aemond had become nearly an expert at concealing his presence as he lurked within the Red Keep. This skill allowed him to be privy to private conversations he had not been welcomed into.

Because of this, he knew all about his grandsire’s plan to place Aegon on the throne once the king had passed. He also knew that his mother had not been involved in that conversation. It was obvious Otto Hightower was running things.

That meant that more of his journeys to seek information were focused on Otto. That’s why when conversations around the marriage of his darling sister came up, Aemond was there to witness it.

It had always been an assumption of his that due to his two older siblings being wed to one another, it would only make sense for you to become his wife. You were his younger sister just as Helaena was to Aegon. It was only fair.

Well, Aemond heard every single word as Otto schemed to marry you off to some prince from another region in order to gain support for Aegon as future king. That infuriated him. Aegon already had the throne instead of him, and now the future wife he’d been (mostly) patiently waiting for was not to be his? No. He couldn’t let this stand.

Enough had been heard of his grandsire’s plot. Aemond left his concealed spot silently to search for his mother. He needed to know if she had been aware of this plan. There was a voice in the back of his head that knew she hadn’t orchestrated it, yet there was still concern that she would side with the wants of her father over her son. Alicent had a weakness to Otto, he had been influencing her decisions long before anyone else could.

When Aemond found her and confronted his mother about everything he had heard, that concern was validated.

Standing across from him, gazing upward, Alicent let out a gentle breath. “I did not know what he had planned for your sister,” she admitted. Then, unfortunately, she continued. “But I have to agree. The marriage of Aegon to Helaena was meant to strengthen his claim to the throne. For you that is not necessary.”

The words struck like a knife. It being confirmed there was no intention for you to be wed to him was the painful stab, and being reminded yet again he was to be denied the throne was just twisting it.

“So I get nothing?” Aemond asked accusingly, initial disappointment shifting into anger and impending dread.

“You may still have a wife of your choosing, but—”

“Not the one I truly want,” he finished, nearly spitting out the words.

Alicent let out a sigh and tilted her head—it was that look she’d get when she was experiencing pity—but didn’t say a word. There were no words left for Aemond to say. He gave her a cold look that was somehow even more menacing with just the one eye before turning his back on his mother.

Aemond was fuming as he mindlessly walked through the palace. Those who wandered the corridors were quick to move out of his way. He must’ve looked as enraged on the outside as he was on the inside.

He found himself outside of the door to your chambers. Without hesitation, he barged in. Once the doors were closed behind him, Aemond spotted you sitting near your largest window, simply gazing out at the landscape below. You were already dressed for bed despite the sun only now starting to set. You turned to face him and offered a welcoming smile, which caused a feeling of relief to wash over him. Aemond often found comfort in you.

You were meant for him. He knew you were. No one would ever make him feel like this. Maybe it wasn’t common to marry for love but after he’d been scorned with denial of the throne, how could you be taken from him as well? He was owed at least one thing he desired.

You stood from where you were seated and approached your older brother. “Hello,” you greeted calmly before noticing the energy radiating off of him. “What’s happened?” you wondered, stopping a few feet away.

“Your marriage is being discussed,” Aemond revealed. “There’s talk of you being wed to a prince from another house.”

You were silent for a long moment, eyes gazing past him as you seemingly thought over his words. You and Helaena remind him of one another. You both hardly had interest in any of your family’s dramas, but unlike Helaena, you had developed much more apathy to it. Aemond wondered if it was because of your age, being the youngest you had hardly any say—even less than your sister if that was even possible. At a point you had stopped speaking up and resolved to keep to yourself and your books. The only one who you allowed to draw your attention was Aemond.

It was a privilege even your own mother didn’t have.

Maybe that’s why he thought he was special in your eyes, that you’d reciprocate his anger at the thought of him not becoming your husband. He had desired you for so long and there were moments when Aemond was certain you felt the same. You’d never spoken the words aloud that you loved him in that way, but there was something there. To him, it was only a matter of time. That eventually he would have you. It always seemed to be a given.

Until now.

When you finally spoke, your question pulled him from his thoughts and brought his focus to your face. The expression you wore was hard to read, but he could see the consideration you gave it.

“Do you know when I am to be married?” Your tone almost sounded tired. Like you’d already given up on the matter.

Admittedly, he was briefly stunned. “You’re not in agreement,” Aemond didn’t ask, he stated it as if it was to be expected. To him, it should’ve been.

You let out an impassive sigh. “If it’s what the queen and the hand have decided,” you began with disdain in your voice, “then do I even have a choice?”

Aemond knew you cared nothing for the power struggle between the heirs. You’d revealed that to him once, saying, “I do not care for politics. Whoever ascends the throne, I want no part of it.” Aemond didn’t share your sentiments, but his ambition was much more deadly than yours.

He took a short, frustrated breath. It bothered him that you’d be so flippant in the matter. He continued to insist, “It is you and I that should be wed.”

“Perhaps there was a time when that would be the truth, but it is not now.” There was a rageful glint in his eye as you spoke. It was hard to conclude whether it was directed towards you or at the situation.

You resumed stepping closer to him, looking up at your older brother. Your soft hands rose to cup his sharp jaw. “I love you, brother.” Those words washed over him like a wave, he always relished in hearing you speak them. If only you’d confirm the type of love went beyond your love for him as a brother.

Aemond almost allowed himself to relax into your touch and your sweet words. Then you continued. “That’s why I say this. It will do you no good to lust after things you cannot have. The throne…”

“You,” Aemond finished.

A few beats of silence passed before you answered.

“Yes.”

Aemond gazed down at you intensely, his entire demeanor becoming even more icy than what was normal for him. He let out a small, humorless laugh. It was a harsh, mocking sound.

“You think I cannot have you?”

There was venom in his voice. His eye was wide with sudden anger. The expression on your face shifted when you saw that. Your eyes that previously held sympathy and your subtle frown that pleaded for understanding began to fade.

Fear was trickling in. He could sense it.

Aemond knew he was intimidating, that some even viewed him as frightening, but he’d never turned those tactics on you the way he did others. He could justify to himself that it wasn’t intentional, but the spark that ignited in him at the reaction you had was undeniable.

He’d finally provoked you. Now he truly had your full attention. His mind began to race. The darkness he usually directed towards his enemies began to take hold. You were standing in front of him, hands slipping from contact. He snapped to grab one of your wrists and you flinched. A small gasp even slipped from your lips.

You were scared of him. Aemond liked it.

It had not been his plan when Aemond first entered your chambers, but in that moment he made up his mind.

“I may not be able to take the throne, but I will take you,” he said with hostility. Aemond took a step forward, forcing the gap between the two of you to become shorter. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed and your eyes shone with concern. You tried to step back, but the grip he had on your wrist tightened.

“Aemond…” you breathed out.

“You and I have always been meant to be,” Aemond declared with certainty. To you, it sounded like a threat.

He leaned down, nose brushing against yours. Aemond felt your breath hitch as his lips sought out yours. You were seemingly too stunned to move, but that benefited your brother as he freely captured your soft lips.

Aemond fisted his hand in the fabric of your dress to pull you closer to him. Finally he released the grip on your wrist, only to slide his hand up to yours. He held it tight and pulled it between the two of you, his fingers laced with yours. Aemond couldn't trust you to stay in place but he didn’t want to hurt you. Maybe you were scared, and maybe Aemond enjoyed it, but he did care for you. His feelings in the moment were conflicting as even he couldn’t predict his next action, but one thing was crystal clear to him; Aemond loved you.

His other large, cold hand rose to your face. Aemond’s pale skin always seemed to be chilled and you shivered as his fingers ghosted your jawline. He finally cupped your face, his thumb resting on your cheek.

Aemond kissed gently at first, testing the waters. You didn’t kiss him back, but you also didn’t pull away. He twisted that in his mind to view it as permission. Once he got a small taste, there was no turning back.

His lips began to move against yours with fervor, desire and need seeping out. The kiss seemed like he was starving and with each movement you began to believe he was going to devour you. Especially when Aemond’s teeth sank into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

You gasped at the sting of pain and turned your head away. His hand didn’t keep your head still but Aemond didn’t miss a beat. His lips found the side of your cheek and he kissed his way down your neck. The side of your face rested against his hand now. His thumb strangely ran down the bridge of your nose, then over your lips.

The hand on your face fell to the neckline on your sleep dress. He fiddled with the material, feeling the softness of the fabric between his fingers as he nipped at your neck.

Aemond pulled his head back to watch you carefully. He turned your head back and you met his eye. The slight smile on his face was somehow both devious and shy.

Only now did the silence between the two of you make its way to your mind. You hadn’t said a word. Aemond didn’t need to. He had you where he wanted you.

His hand released yours and both moved to the back of your sleep dress. With a wicked glint in his eye Aemond leaned in to kiss you again just as his fingers began to undo the string keeping the dress in place.

That shocked you back to reality. The spell of complacency evaporated and you took a step back from him. You weren’t sure who was more surprised by your sudden movement, you or Aemond. Your brother looked confused and even a little hurt, but there was a clear agitation that began to fester.

You swallowed through the lump in your throat and spoke first. “We can’t.” The words came out as a whisper. “I’m sorry, Aemond,” you said much clearer. “I do not wish to see you upset, but this can’t go any further.”

Your decided tone made him glare. Aemond stepped forward and you stepped back. The expression on his face in that moment terrified you as he closed in on you. You hadn't ever wanted to be on the receiving end of his wrath. Aemond never reacted well to being slighted.

“Who’s going to stop me?” he challenged.

You hated that sinister look on his face. It scared you. The position you were in finally sank in. Aemond stared down at you as prey as he closed in.

You backed away yet again, but this time you bumped against your bed. You fell backward and landed to sit on the foot of your bed. This seemed to be exactly where Aemond wanted you.

Time seemed to slow as you looked up at your brother, unable to move or speak. Aemond was horrifyingly silent as he held his gaze on your face.

Any sort of plan Aemond had was completely thrown out the window. Aemond hadn’t prepared for you to resist after you first accepted his kiss. He hadn’t even planned on kissing you. He was reacting in the moment. He hadn’t planned on scaring you at first, either. But this is where he was now and Aemond was never one to back down from what he wanted. Hell, he was still vying for the throne—getting you was much easier.

Everything moved quickly then. You hardly had time to register as Aemond shoved you further up on the bed and climbed on top of you. His knees planted on either side of your legs, and his large hands wrapped around your wrists and pinned them down when you tried to push him off.

“We’re meant to be married,” Aemond said firmly, his face hovering above yours. Your eyes were wide, pleading. Your soft lips were parted, panting out frightened breaths. “You’re so beautiful…” he murmured, as if unaware that he was saying it out loud.

“You’re frightening me, Aemond,” you said softly, asking him to stop, or at the very least... “Please don’t hurt me.”

Your gentle pleading made him hesitate for a moment. “I don’t want to hurt you,” Aemond revealed. In his heart, he meant it. At least, he wanted to mean it. You wished that was reassurance, but then he continued. “You’re my sister and my wife. You are mine. But you don’t seem to understand that. So…”

Aemond released your hands and you shot to push him away. He must’ve known that was coming because his right hand immediately fell to your neck. He didn’t squeeze hard, but the grasp was enough to still you. Your breath hitched.

“…I’ll make you understand,” he finished.

His left maneuvered the top of your dress down, revealing your naked chest. You heard your brother’s breathing falter.

Aemond’s body flooded with anticipation. He could feel himself reacting to the excitement. He’d waited so long to take you and now it was happening and seven hells he was going to enjoy it. It was unfortunate that you didn’t share in his spirits, but Aemond would do everything in his power to allow you to find pleasure as well. He wanted you to want to be with him. He’d give you time after this initial coupling to accept him because Aemond would be damned if he mirrored his elder brother in his marriage.

But for now, he’d have to coerce it from you.

Your face was flushed with heat. Shame overwhelmed you as your brother reached beneath your dress and skillfully removed your undergarments. He seemed to know that he wouldn’t be able to get your dress fully off without having to fight with you, so he simply pushed the skirt of it up.

Your dress was still on, just bunched around your middle. Your chest and above, and your waist and lower were exposed.

Aemond drank you in, his eyes trailing over your body. Finally, he spoke. “I wish my first woman had been you.” Your brother sounded nearly breathless already. He shoved his knee between your legs and forced them to part.. “Not some whore for Aegon’s amusement.” Bitterness drifted briefly into his tone, but then it faded. He was too eager to be angry about the past at the moment. He kept one hand on your neck, while the other reached to push his pants down. He didn’t bother with anything else. Undressing would require two hands and he couldn’t afford to risk it.

You didn’t look down. You knew he’d taken his cock out and you did not wish to look upon what he was doing. Even as he maneuvered himself between your legs.

You were meant to stay a maiden until your marriage. While marriage between siblings was not uncommon, Aemond was not your husband (despite his claims). If anyone found out you were with a man who was not your husband, even if you didn’t want to be, you’d be viewed as spoiled goods. You weren’t expecting to be happy as a wife to some ally prince, but at least you’d be useful to your family. Now, it seemed as if you were only to be used by your family—well, your brother.

The press of his cock at your entrance made you suck in a breath. “Well…” he mused. “At least I will take pleasure in knowing that I am the first man to touch you. And the last.”

Aemond thrust into you after that declaration. You let out a cry but had enough awareness to press your lips together and muffle the sound seconds later. If anyone heard, Aemond could twist things and you’d be the one being facing backlash.

Your brother let out a groan, adjusting to the tight squeeze. He could hardly move within your walls but he pushed himself as deep as he could go.

A man had never had you, but you knew Aemond was large. His cock felt as if it was splitting you open and your breath left you completely.

Once he was seated inside you, Aemond’s hand on your neck finally released. He stared down at you, watching as you clenched your eyes shut. His cold hands finally began to explore the smooth skin of your naked body trapped beneath him. You shuddered under his touch, but you’d stopped fighting him.

“Look at me,” Aemond coaxed. His hand grazed over your breast before tapping your chin. He gently turned your head and you allowed your eyes to flutter open. You felt so small under his lustful, empowered gaze.

Aemond leaned over you. He planted one hand on the mattress beside your head and gripped your hip with the other. He angled your hips up to give himself better access. Bruises would be left in his wake almost certainly.

Pain accompanied the feeling of his cock withdrawing from your body. You winced, but it turned to a choking gasp when he pushed back into you. Hard. You couldn’t help your reaction as you found yourself having latched onto him. Your arms wrapped around him like a hug. It was your instinct to seek safety from him—Aemond was always the one to protect you, after all. In that moment your mind forgot that he was the one causing the pain and fear.

Aemond lowered down so his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “Allow yourself to be mine,” he whispered.

You held him tighter.

Aemond knew he’d won.

His movements were less rough than the initial insertion. Now that he knew he wouldn’t have to force you completely, Aemond seemed to be gentler—but not gentle.

Slowly, your body began to accept him. It became easier for him to thrust into you. He murmured praises into your ear, but you hardly registered them as the pain subsided and a new sensation took its place.

There was a wetness forming between your legs that seemed to please your brother. “I knew you’d enjoy me,” he muttered, not hiding his ego.

“Wha-“

“Shh, darling,” Aemond said, pushing you down when you got curious. He buried his face into your neck and began to kiss your heated skin. “Just relax.”

You tried to do what he said, but it was hard. His pace picked up speed before it became steady. You laid beneath him, taking everything he had to give you.

Aemond pounded his cock into you, eliciting soft whimpers and moans from you. Suddenly, he angled his thrusts at a different angle and your toes curled. The pleasure was much greater and your whole body shook. The feeling of him inside you was becoming overwhelming.

The feeling of your cunt was something Aemond had dreamt about. Reality was so much better than his fantasies. You were wet and waiting, holding onto him for dear life, and allowing him to fuck you into bliss. The perfect sister—soon to be the perfect wife.

Nothing would ever compare to the feeling of you giving in and finally accepting him. Aemond had lifted his head briefly to stare down at you. He needed to drink this moment in. You were beautiful beneath him; your hair splayed out like a crown, the flush of your cheeks, your parted, kiss-swollen lips, and the sweet yet somehow still innocent look in your eyes as you met his eye.

“I shouldn’t have waited so long,” Aemond uttered under his breath. He deeply regretted not taking you sooner. Your tight walls began to clench around his cock and Aemond didn’t allow himself to falter.

“Aemond,” you whimpered out, unsure of what you were experiencing. He could hear your confusion. His movements seemed to be precise, hitting that same spot he found over and over again. A small, devious smile found its way onto his lips at your inexperience. He was going to give you your first orgasm and you didn’t even know what was happening.

Aemond kept thrusting into you, pushing you towards what he wanted from you. Your nails dug into his back as the tension in your belly finally snapped.

Your body tensed and a wave of intense, blinding pleasure crashed over you. A moan tore from you. Aemond slowed down as you tightened around him.

“That’s it, my love,” he purred in your ear. His voice was ragged after not speaking for so long.

You panted as the powerful pleasure began to subside. Aemond knew he made you feel good and the flush on your cheeks wasn’t only from exertion, but embarrassment.

“Don’t be ashamed,” Aemond implored. “That’s a part of fucking. You’re allowed to like it.”

Words completely failed you. You were reeling, and you didn’t know what to say either.

Aemond understood. “It’s alright,” he uttered softly, beginning to resume his old pace. “Again,” Aemond breathed out. “I want you to give me another one.” Another what? You didn’t know. But you felt limp in your brother's arms as he pulled the two of you upright.

Now you were in his lap, body spent, arms and head draped over his shoulders. You were still dizzy as Aemond began to pound his cock up into you. He could fuck you how he wanted now, as hard as he wanted. You were completely compliant.

Aemond was chasing his release now, but he wanted you to fall over that edge with him. He yanked your nightgown off of you above your head and you let him. It was then that you realized he was still clothed. You were entirely exposed to him while he kept himself covered.

It was a perfect display of the power dynamics between the two of you, but that thought slipped your mind as he found that spot inside you again.

You lost track of time and seemed to fade in and out as the pleasure blazed through you. Aemond cradling you against him. He was breathing roughly into your neck, his own being encompassed by the euphoria. He was so close, and he could feel that you were too.

Aemond thrust up into your pliant, waiting body one more time. His cock twitched inside of you as you pulsed around him. Then it happened. Aemond let out a deep moan as his seed spilled inside of you while you shuddered around him.

“You are divine,” Aemond groaned out, holding you close to him.

There were a few beats of silence and no movement. The only sound in the room was your and Aemond’s twin breaths.

Aemond pulled out of his satisfied haze first. He withdrew from you entirely and helped you to lay down.

You were physically and mentally exhausted. You hardly comprehended that Aemond even tucked you under your covers. His hand reached down to stroke through your hair as he admired your sleepy face. He smiled to himself, knowing he’d only have to wait a short time and then he’d have the most beautiful wife in all of Westeros.

Aemond sat on the edge of your bed, looking down at where your head rested on your pillow.

“You and I will be wed on the morrow,” he clued you in on his thoughts.

“They won’t let us marry,” you hummed tiredly. He knew that “they” meant Otto, the small council, and Alicent.

“They will,” he assured.

For the first time since he walked in your doors, Aemond had a plan that he was sure of. He looked down upon you as you drifted off, your eyes unable to stay open much longer. Before you drifted off, you made out his final words of the night clearly.

“And if anyone tries to interfere, Vhagar will be awaiting them.”

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Winter Rose

pairing: Aemond x Stark!Reader

summary: Raised among wolves, and raised among dragons; throughout time Targaryens and Starks seem to find their way to each other.

warnings: mentions of death

word count: 2.3k

note: this is mostly fluff! enjoy my loves 💙

You had been a small child when your father died; when your elder brother Cregan was named Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North. Though he was just a boy of three and ten at the time. You remembered the funeral of your father, the way Cregan held your small hand in his own.

“You need to be brave, sister,” Cregan had whispered in your ear.

Your eyes were wide as saucers, gazing upon the still body of your father. You expected his chest to rise and fall, as though he were simply in a deep sleep. He remained motionless. You had only seen one other corpse in your life, that of your mother.

The image of her flashes in your mind. Beautiful, wild, and gone. Petals in the wind. Your father would lay beside her for eternity in the crypts of Winterfell. The thought comforted you, your parents in the earth below you, and your brother. Simply sleeping beneath the mighty fortress of Winterfell.

Cregan squeezes your hand.

Your uncle, Bennard Stark, was to rule as regent until Cregan came of age. A feat that does not bode well when Cregan reaches adulthood. But Bennard succeeds nonetheless.

You grow alongside your brother, both of you fierce, both of you spitting images of the First Men. Both are haunted by the ghosts of wolves before you. You and Cregan are one and the same until you come into your maidenhood.

That is when things seem to change between you, suddenly you are thrust into the role of a soon-to-be mother, though still unwed. Lords vie for your hand, present themselves to your brother for the chance to bed, and breed you like a prize mare. You are having none of that.

“Lord Umber is a fine choice!” Cregan yells, running after you as you flee from the great hall.

“You heathen!” you snap at your brother.

You stop, causing Cregan to nearly run into you, glaring at your brother.

“You’d ship me off to Last Hearth, is that it?” you accuse, “who’d do your booking then hmm?”

Cregan flushes with embarrassment.

“I’d make do without you,” he says.

“You’re shit at bookkeeping,” you accuse.

“You’re a lady, it’s your duty-”

“My duty!” you scoff, “How very convenient to you!”

Cregan frowns, visibly frustrated by your angry disposition.

“You like Lord Umber.”

You look at him incredulously.

“He is my friend, Cregan, it does not mean I wish to bed him.”

“Sister, you must listen!”

But you are off already, across the yard, angry tears wet on your face. They do not last long as you hastily wipe them, crystalized in the cold air they fly like diamonds to the gravel below.

The news comes to Winterfell when House Stark is invited to the capital to represent the North at King Viserys nameday. Evidently, all the great houses are to feast in the capital, with tourneys and celebrations to last for several days.

“Allow me to represent our house, and when I return I shall not fuss about marrying Lord Umber,” you tell him, bile rising in your throat as you panic at the thought.

Cregan senses your hesitation. Brothers are like that, sensing your lies.

“You shall?” he asks.

You roll your eyes.

“I shall.”

The journey to King’s Landing is long and tiresome, taking the better part of a month. Layers of clothing are shed the closer you get to the capital, as the air around you warms, snow melts and flowers bloom. It is as though you are blooming as well, pushing through the soil and towards the sun.

You are presented at court, as unwed ladies often are, to the king and the royal family. Though King Viserys is not in attendance, represented by the Hand instead.

The first of the festivities you attend is a tourney.

“You do not wish to participate, my prince?” you ask, out of courtesy.

“I do not care for tourneys, my lady,” the one-eyed prince tells you, “I believe them to be a foolish waste of time.”

You smile slightly at his honesty.

“They are said to prepare men for the battlefield,” you tell him, “though I do not know whose enemy would wait for his opponent to pick up his sword.”

Aemond glances at you as you take a sip from your cup. He glances at the tourney field, understanding your jest as he observes two knights waiting to fight. A flicker of a smile appears on his chiseled face.

“Most knights simply wish for the attention of those of court,” Aemonn tells you, “Fame and glory; to be a page in a song.”

“To have the favor of a pretty girl,” you agree.

Aemond looks at you once more. A pretty girl. You meet his eye, smiling. Aemond looks away quickly, clearing his throat.

“Have any of these knights won your favor, my lady?” Aemond asks.

You shake your head.

“No, I am afraid not,” you tell him, “I prefer a real warrior to a pretender.”

Aemond watches as you excuse yourself and walk away, a curious expression on his face.

The feast later that evening is boisterous and full of merriment and delight. It makes you miss home, an ache appears in your chest that you cannot shake. No matter how many lords you dance with, how many ladies you chat with. Though you wished for an escape, you so miss the walls of Winterfell. Cregan’s hand in yours. Perhaps he is right. Perhaps the North is where you belong. Winterfell, Last Hearth. Did it matter which castle, truly?

“My lady,” the voice of Prince Aemond pulls you gently from your thoughts.

He is kind, you can tell. Though his exterior is cold, reptilian almost. Like the snakes that slither in the greenhouses of Winterfell, searching for warmth and life in the frozen ground. Simply trying to survive. Aemond bows to you, offering his hand, violet eye scanning your face.

You want to ask him about it. But you bite his tongue. You know all too well how people enjoy poking the bruises of others, teasing out the memories of pain a person holds inside them simply for their own selfish curiosity. You shall not be like them.

You take his hand and allow him to lead you to the dance floor. You cling to the young prince for the rest of the evening, finding calm in his cool presence. It is nice, standing beside him feeling as though there is no silence you need to fill. Feeling as though he simply enjoys that you are there.

When you return to your chambers, a blue winter rose rests its petals on your pillow. You pick up the flower, inspecting it carefully between your fingers, the cerulean petals catching the moonlight. A reminder of home.

The remainder of your visit to the capital is spent on Prince Aemond’s arm. In the library, on walks through the gardens. He even entertains your passion for hawking, joining you as you travel into the Kingswood. It is nice to have a friend among so many dragons. Someone to talk to, someone who enjoys your company.

As the days pass, you have collected a bouquet of winter roses; they sit beside your bed in a glass vase, the first flower only just beginning to lose its petals. They scatter across your chambers like freshly fallen snow.

A raven arrives, confirming your brother’s visit to the capital. Cregan is often impatient and comes to the conclusion that he must join his sweet sister in the capital, bringing Lord Umber with him. A determined pup, your elder brother can be.

Aemond senses a shift within you as you wait in anticipation, though he cannot quite figure out what the cause is. When your brother arrives, you avoid his presentation at court entirely. Though Cregan is relentless, and spots you as you attempt to escape to the gardens. In your haste, you nearly run into Aemond. You clasp his arm.

“Quickly,” you say nervously, shifting on your feet, “I must go, quickly.”

“It is your brother,” Aemond says, looking over your shoulder, “why do you wish to run from him? Have you not missed him this time apart?”

Aemond knows you have been missing him, missing home. It is why he took such care with the flowers left in your chambers. He had enlisted Helaena for help; winter roses are fickle plants that require delicate care outside of the North.

“Of course I have,” you tell him, trying but failing to hide behind his tall frame.

Aemond smiles slightly as you grab his arm. Cregan has spotted you, a determined grin on his face. Lord Umber has joined him on his journey to King’s Landing. He has brought the wedding to you. There’s nowhere to run anymore.

“Then why do you hide little wolf?” Aemond asks, chuckling.

“He wishes to marry me off,” you tell the prince, “ship me off to Last Hearth.”

Aemond’s face falls slightly, he glances over his shoulder as your brother comes closer with each passing second. Aemond turns back to you, eye scanning the distressed expression on your face.

You bring your gaze back to the prince, an idea coming to you.

“My prince,” you say suddenly, “do you trust me?”

Aemond frowns, not fully understanding what you are asking.

“Of course my lady-”

“Then kiss me.”

Aemond’s jaw slacks as he looks into your eyes.

“Quickly, please,” you beg, “Aemond.”

His eye flickers from your lips to your eyes.

“Trust me,” you say softly.

The one-eyed dragon prince needs no more convincing. He bows his head to your height, and you stand on the tips of your toes, hand caressing the back of his neck bringing his lips to yours. Aemond is gentle with the kiss, as though he has never kissed someone before. He nearly pulls away after the first peck, but you secure your hand on his neck, opening your mouth against his, deepening the kiss.

Something comes alive in Aemond as you slip your tongue into his mouth. Fire curls in his belly, desire lodges at the base of his spine, and his cock strains against his trousers as your nails scrape his scalp.

You pull away when the sound of someone clearing their throat pulls you from the prince’s trance. Lips reddened by the hasty kisses, Aemond’s violet eye is wide as it meets yours.

“Sister,” Cregan says awkwardly, “It is good-”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Stark,” Aemond interrupts, nodding to the young wolf.

“Your grace,” Cregan says, bowing slightly.

“Delightful to be surrounded by kin,” Aemond tells him.

“Kin? I do not understand,” Cregan tells him.

“My betrothed has missed her brother for too long now,” Aemond clarifies, much to Cregan’s and your surprise.

“Betrothed?” Cregan asks, looking between you two.

“Yes,” you tell him, sliding next to Aemond, pressing your body against him, “Prince Aemond has asked for my hand. And I have accepted.”

Cregan’s eyes narrow, ever so slightly.

“Without informing me?” he asks.

“We wished to surprise you,” Aemond says softly, “your sister was so excited by your arrival, she wanted to tell you in person.”

You nod eagerly as Aemond speaks, and Cregan raises an eyebrow at you in question. You smile widely, showing too many teeth. A she-wolf, daring him to question you aloud.

“Tis true, brother,” you tell him, “Who am I to deny a dragon prince?”

“I suppose if you did not want to, you would not,” Cregan says, sighing, “A stubborn woman, my sister is.”

“One of the many reasons she is so charming,” Aemond agrees, his words causing your heart to flutter inside your chest.

Warmth pools in your belly as the prince smiles down at you. Cregan raises an eyebrow, nodding in approval.

“I dare ask, what else has entrapped your attention, my prince?” Cregan asks, “It is my understanding the Queen wished for you to take a wife for some time now, to no avail.”

Aemond nods.

“Your sister is a rare find, much like a winter rose south of the Wall,” Aemond begins.

Your heart leaps in your throat. Though you had expected it, now it is confirmed. It was he who left you the flowers. He who took such care with them.

“However, did you do it?” you ask, eyes wide.

Aemond smiles at you knowingly.

“Precious flowers take time to bloom, they require special care,” he tells you, “but they are well worth it.”

You flush at his words, believing he means more than just the flowers.

“A marriage must be treated with such care as well,” you agree, lacing your fingers through his.

Aemond’s hand is rough from training with the sword, but your hand fits perfectly in his. The warmth of his palm settles the flurry of nerves in your stomach.

“Are you prepared to give this union such care?” Cregan asks, his voice hardening, “This is my sister you are marrying, and she deserves nothing but the best.”

Aemond smiles, looking down at your intertwined hands. His thumb rubs against the back of your palm.

“I would gift her the world if I could,” he admits, “I promise you, I shall spend the rest of my days devoted to making her happy.”

Your eyes well with tears and your heart swells with pride at his words. You tug him closer to you, taking his other hand in yours.

“You must excuse us brother,” you tell Cregan, “though I have missed you, I require a moment with my betrothed.”

You lead Aemond away from Cregan, away from the curious eyes of court, until you are in a secluded area of the castle.

“Where are we going?” Aemond asks, a smile playing on his lips.

You tug him closer once more until you are pressed up against him.

“I wish to kiss my betrothed unwatched,” you giggle, bringing his mouth to yours once more.

This time, you do not stop.

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poppinspops · 18 days

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Dear older brother

Lucerys velaryon as your brother (platonic) the beginning of your relationship to the end of it..

Fem reader! Sorry, it's just easier to write for girls as a girl myself. I do hope you understand

Lucerys is your older brother as you were born a year after Luke was born a bastards, just like your two older brothers having dark hair and dark eyes

Though your mother Rhaenyra doesn't like it when you call yourself that neither do your two brothers bit alas you still do when upset with yourself

Lucerys HATES being called Lukey by everyone that's not you, and you hate when others (besides joffery, jace, and your mother) call him lukey

You and jace mainly use it when you are teasing him, and sometimes Rhaenyra joins in

You two where sat next to each other at dinner, always whispering about something or someone you always did strive to make your older brother laugh

Luke is more open with you because you would come into his chambers and let your brother rant to you

Often, big events ended in him in your arms crying after something stressful happened. I'm his chambers, though you didn't mind

You're usually the one consoling him if your mother hadn't beat you to it

You are the definition of a brothers girl

You are usually seen next to luke or walking besides him

Though if Lucerys isn't off with jacerys doing something most likely practicing sword fighting, you'd be seen with your mother Rhaenyra

During important dinners or really any social event your mother planned or was invited to, you'd always would be seen standing next to luke or sitting with him whispering to Luke

Most likely, just you gossiping to him about something another Lord told you or how disgusting one of the lords where with you

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You bumped Lucerys gently with your elbow whispering to your older brothers "so.. how are you 'enjoying' this beautiful banquet older brother?" Giggling as you saw his quick roll of the eyes before he replied back in a hushed tone

"Oh, I see how it is.. how was dancing with almost every lord tonight?" Luke said with a sly smirk on his pale face. Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. Your feet hurt from all of the dancing you had to do tonight it was almost as bad as your name day.. "delightful." You replied in a strained voice. Luke had laughed at that, making you smile and laugh along with your brother, elbowing him harder this time, making him yelp out in pain.

You two quickly composed yourselves when your older brother turned his head over to the two of you making you straighten your back and look away from his gaze not seeing the small smile on his face form from seeing his two younger siblings seeming to have fun teasing one another.

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Luke is the calmer one between the both of you which was funny as your mother thought that her having a girl after her two boys would mean the two older boys where going to be the ones protecting their younger sister from others when it turned out to be the complete opposite, not that Rhaenyra minded at all she was proud that her first daughter could defend herself

Though she did wish that you would hold your tongue at times as you would go head first into arguments no matter if your brothers were in the wrong or not

One of your brothers could have been the ones that got the facts wrong, but you would have defended them with your life, that made you get into physical altercations with many lords and some lady's aswell

Though Rhaenyra was proud of that as well as as Luke was rather reserved, it was like she had given birth to a second jacerys. Just this time, you could punch harder than jacerys could..

You were a natural when it came to learning High Valyrian much like Luke was

When you got the news of your mother being pregnant, it left you overjoyed, so you so dearly wanted to know if you had a little sister coming. Look. It's hard being the only girl in a family with mainly men.

When your baby brother joffery was born, you adored him from the moment you first got a glimpse of him

You always volunteered to watch over little joffery, to teach him how to walk and how to say his first words

Though this did leave Lucerys a bit envious of his little brother joffery and how he seemed to take up all your time and attention

It caused Luke to start giving you a bit of the cold shoulder rolling his eyes when your little brother was brought up

When you had figured out why Luke was giving you the cold shoulder for a few weeks, you laughed and teased him for it

You and Jace had started teasing Luke about it for months on end

You had started spending all your free time teaching your younger brother how to speak and colors, much to Luke's dismay, often seen in Jofferys' room reading to him, as you had always wanted a younger sibling and you had finally gotten one a well mannered one at that.

You were a tad bit upset that he wasn't a girl, though you had quickly gotten over that once you saw him

When you where younger you used to follow Luke around just like little joffery does to you

It was funny to Rhaenyra that joffery acts so much like his older sister

though she was glade that unlike his okder sister, joffery didn't go and dig up holes in the ground, looking for worms much to her dismay when finding her daughter outside, digging up bugs from the ground..

You were never too fond of Daemon, though he seemed to be fond of you quite a lot being as he has daughters of his own so he understood you on a level your brothers just didnt.

he was the first one to defend you, or he'd just appear by your side randomly at times

once you had punched him out of shock, though he just smiled as your punch didn't do much.... that day hurt your pride and ego very much, though you were just happy you didn't get punched back.

You and your mother Rhaenyra got along swell she's gets you the most since your two woman

You being Rhaenyras' first daughter and all making you have a special place in her heart as you weren't going to get a fancy title like you had always hopped for as you were sadly born a woman. And your brothers men.

Yours and lucerys safe place was always near the water

Least to say, after his death, it was no longer your safe space it was a place of fear and death.

You had gotten news of your elder brother lucerys death when you were getting ready for bed. The news brought you to your knees in tears, your mothers soft voice trying to calm you down

It took hours for you to stop crying. Your eyes had a red rim around them with rear stained cheeks

You wouldn't come out of your room and barely talked much after for almost half a month

The funeral couldn't even be called one as all you had of your brother was clothes. They couldn't find your elder brothers body, and that made the anger in that you boil up a bit, making you snappy at people

You had sympathy for aemond before he killed your brother, you did feel a bit bad for his eye being stabbed out by your older brother feeling guilty everytime you saw him with that eyepatch he is a child like yourself afterall..

You never did hate aemond you two would well 'talk' it was more of exchanging words when you had too though Jace always seemed to come in and swoop you away you where always greatful for that

Aemond took every chance he could to remind you of how your brother took his eye

you didn't know what kind of reaction the older boy wanted to gauge from your but he never seemed quite happy with the reactions you had

He only seemed pleased when you would apologize for your older brother saying how he shouldn't have done that and things along those lines for some odd reason unbeknownst to you

Though you always found aemond to be a bit weird, so you brushed it off as aemond being aemond

After your brothers death your heart held no sympathy for the older boy

when you thought of the one eyed boy, all you could think about was taking his other eye from him and forcing him to live the rest of his pathetic life blind.

You could no longer see the ocean as safe and calm. You saw the true nature of what the oceab could truly do. Its waves were angry as it took the lives of people you held so very dearly into its depths to never be seen again. Maybe that's just how you saw it in your hour of grieving

After half a month, you were slowly healing your relationship with the sea, knowing that at least your brother died both as a targaryen and as a velaryon and he wasn't alone in death he had his beloved dragon both dead but dead together.

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Oooooo just found your blog and I’m in love!! I was wondering if you could do an Aegon Targaryen x innocent sister wife!reader and in the scene where they find him to take him back to the castle to be king she’s brought along to entice him out but she’s just crying and pleading with everyone not to hurt him and let him go but she’s being held back because she’s the leverage to make him compliant. Maybe she’s trying to get him to take care of him!! 💕💕💕

Hello! My first request woohoo! I got more angsty than I expected with this but ‘twas fun. Hope you like it✨ I had fun!!

Til’ Death Do Us Part

The king, your father, was dead. This you knew. You knew Aegon was to be crowned king, something he wholeheartedly despised. Down in your heart you also knew your brother-husband was not meant for it. Gods know he hadn’t made an effort but the family saw that Aemond, or even Rhaenyra would be better as the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.

Now Aegon was missing and Alicent had sent Aemond and Ser Criston to find him. He was most likely in Flea Bottom or dead to the world in a pillow house along the Street of Silk. You worried at your lip as Alicent raved to the men. You turned a blind eye to Aegon’s revels, trying to change his ways in a more gentle manner. Your brother responded to those better than slapping or screaming. Seldom he would stay with you and lay off the strong wine.

But when he did it was enjoyable. The conqueror’s namesake needed love at the end of the day, whether he was aware or not. You jumped when your mother raised her tone. Aemond frowned and bit out, “Let me take her. He’d be like to come along if I bring our darling sister.”

You gasped, “What? Me? I don’t want to be where Aegon has his…excursions.”

Helaena’s lilac eyes jumped between her husband and you. She enigmatically sighed, “Put out the flames.” Aemond muttered something to Ser Criston and the Dornish Kingsguard called to you, “C’mon then, I will keep you safe my princess.”

Alicent frowned at your scared expression and pulled you into a hug. She whispered, “Just bring him home darling.”

They stuck you in some hideous brown garb, hiding your pale hair under a hood. Aemond and Criston suited up underneath their disguises. Deliriously you stifled a giggle at Criston’s silly hat. The three of you hustled through the bowels of the castle, passing maze-like hallways and Balerion’s skull.

Your eyes watched the shadows of the Black Dread’s teeth against the stone of the walls. You remembered Helaena’s words about putting out fires and shivered. Her strange words always came true in a sense. Aemond’s hand at the small of your waist ushered you along.

You felt a growing dread in your stomach as your party exited on the streets of Flea Bottom. Beggars, whores, and the worst of small folk did their usual thing while you stared on in horror. Aegon always teased you about being clueless outside of castle walls.

Aemond and Criston shadowed you when they knocked on a house’s door. A whore came out and leered at Aemond. Apparently this was a spot for Aegon in his younger days. You learning needle work with Helaena and he was exploring the pleasures of the flesh. You frowned and averted your gaze when the lady laughed at you.

Off your party went again, a tip given by the woman. Crowds busied themselves around you. Eventually Ser Criston’s face grew pinched at your next destination. Aemond hissed, “C’mon then we must go.” You tried to keep your hands from clinging to his robes. Criston squeezed your shoulder and closed your body to his. You sighed in slight relief at the white knight.

Inside was horrid. It was dank and smelled of piss and the iron smell of blood. Children swung and hissed at eachother down in a pit. Your stomach roiled and your hand closed over your mouth. You cried, “Ser Criston, I- I cannot.” You clenched your eyes shut at the children fighting each other. Aemond’s eye turned to you, a steely look coming over his angular features.

“This is no place for a lady. I’ll meet you two outside.”

Cole nodded and half-carried your struck frame out of the sordid establishment— if one could call it that. Your fingers clenched into his garments roughly, tears welling up. He frowned at you, a hand rubbing your back as you held back sobs.

“W-why would he be in there? What went so wrong?”

“I don’t know princess, I’m sorry you were exposed to such…abomination.”

Your brain tried to wrap around Aegon reveling in somewhere like that. Anger burned lowly in your belly, but overwhelming feelings of disappointment and sadness smashed that. Aemond stalked out with his lips pursed. He eyed you and huffed.

“Fucking deviant. He’s not there. C’mon.”

Criston gently pulled you away and ushered you along. He commented, “Where do you suppose the prince is?”

Aemond hummed and stalked forwards before stopping. He nodded silently at the heads of the Cargyll twins moving in the direction of the Grand Sept. Your heart sunk and lifted simultaneously. The party moved on to the sept. Aemond and Criston argued about Aegon and the crown, you silently following.

On the steps you saw the familiar curled platinum hair of Aegon. You gasped at his disheveled state— lank hair, bruises, and a cut adorning his cheek. You could tell he was drunk from your spot. He stood between the Cargylls, staring glassily. Criston announced their intent and held his sword up.

Your voice quavered as you pled, “Don’t hurt him, please!” Aemond’s stern gaze whipped to you and your jaw clamped shut. You knew what he meant, leave this to the men silly girl. In a flash, Aegon shouldered off one of the twins and ran for it. Criston engaged the other kingsguard and Aemond ran after your brother. You cried out at the flurry of violence and screaming.

You stumbled to Aegon and Aemond wrestling on the ground. Aemond growled, “You’re embarrassing all of us! Look at your wife brother!” Your own Valyrian eyes met his and a pitiful whine exited your throat. His gaze softened for a fraction before he went back to shouting.

Aemond brutally shoved your love down, the other thrashing. You wept, “Don’t hurt him Aemond please stop! Aegon, Aegon,” you grabbed your other siblings shoulders, “Just stop it now!” Your teary eyes tried to find Ser Criston and shoved off by the brothers at the same instant. Aegon grabbed Aemond’s face and pleaded, “I will sail away on a ship with her and you’ll never see us again!”

You cried softly as Criston walked up and said coolly, “Your lady mother awaits.”

Aegon’s face schooled into a look of defeat, tears welling in his eyes. Aemond thrust him towards you with a curse. Your hands found his soiled clothes and gripped at the fabric, eyes searching his own for a semblance of sanity. He pulled himself away and grabbed your hands. Aegon’s eyes were downcast as he muttured, “We must go. I’ve done all I can.”

You whimpered and followed along.

“I just want you to be okay,” you weeped.

He sighed, “M’sorry, so sorry.”

Aegon’s heat drew closer to you through the streets. You started to repeat yourself, “I just- you can’t do this anymore. I’m so scared.” His throat bobbed and he croaked, “I’m sorry.” That’s all he could manage on the way back, not responding to your begging. Your eyes were red from the salty tears and the corners of your mouth ached.

You were rushed into your chambers to get ready for the coronation, your Mother promising Aegon’s presence to join yours before the procession. You continued to weep for your brother while the handmaidens readied you. Once the never ending tears began to dry you sat on a chaise overlooking the window into the city. You felt empty, shivering even in the muggy air.

Your door opened and Aegon entered softly. He looked handsome in his black garb bearing the sigil of your family. The red cut on his cheek told the real story of today. He looked down still, swaying ever-so-slightly.

“Come here,” you said.

He walked to you and fell to his knees at your feet, his arms wrapping around you. You instinctively pet at his pale locks, fingers combing through the waves. Aegon’s head laid on your lap, his tired eyes gazing up at you. He asked, “Do you still love me?” Hot tears seemed to come back with a vengeance.

You sighed, “Yes of course I love you, you fool. I wish you’d love yourself,” you frowned, “It…pains me to see you like that Aegon. Hurts my heart.”

You sobbed again, cursing yourself for these weak emotions. He grasped at your dress, his mouth pulling into a pout, eyes watering over again. You gripped at his hair and spat, “You’re still drunk too! Aegon why?”

He trembled under your fingers and weakly replied, “I’m fucked up— you don’t deserve this. I’m so sorry, I don’t know? I’m not meant for all of this. I love you so much and I can’t control myself.”

You gestured for the unhappy prince to sit by you. The pair of you clung to each other like when you were children. You kissed him gently, the man returning the favor. You said against his lips, “Well. We can’t change our outcome dear. I’ll be here always until the Stranger calls.” He nodded and pressed his forehead to yours and sighed, “I know. Seven cursed me to be blessed with you.” He kissed you again, holding onto your frame like the last shred of good in his life— which it was.

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misguidedasgardian · 11 months

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Desire & Duty (Prologue)

Prologue

Summary: In the midst of family feud Aemond discovers yours and Helaena’s little secret

Pairings: Helaena x Targaryen!sister reader, Aegon II x Helaena, future Aemond x Targaryen!reader x Helaena

Warnings: Medieval ASOIF Customs, canon incest, cursing, polyamorous, incestous polygamy, Aemond is oblivious to girl on girl love 😂, a visit to a pleasure house, skin trade, girl on girl action 🔥, oral sex (m receiving), use of the word whore, this chapter is to set a tone.

Wordcount: 1.7 k

Notes: Ufff welcome to another one of my cray cray. ANYWAYS, this is going to be short, I’m thinking 3 more chapter besides this one, I just want to make it short and sweet and kinky

Aemond was summoned by his brother and King, late at night, to his private chambers, he found him disheveled, perhaps disturbed

“What is the matter, brother?”, for Aemond it wasn’t unusual to find his brother drinking and made a mess out of himself, but today, tonight, something did seemed truly off with him, something was bothering him

“I discovered my beautiful sister wife has a lover”, he said with a cynical smile, as he emptied his cup in a last big gulp

“Helaena? that is not possible”, he said, chuckling darkly

“Yes it is, and you won’t believe who it is”, he continued his teasing

“Who?”, he asked, truly concerned

“Our baby sister”, he offered with a sick smile.

Aemond felt like his cheeks were on fire, he retrieved the looks out of Aegon’s face to look into the hearth. Looking for an explanation of why suddenly he felt like he could burst into flames.

“That is not possible”, he muttered, “they are both girls… and… they are innocent”, Aegon laughed cruelly, serving himself another cup

“You don’t think two girls can be lovers? didn’t I teach you anything?”

“Those were mere whores”, he said dismissively, “these are our sisters…”

“Who enjoy fondling each other too much”, he said bitterly, and Aemond couldn’t believe his audacity

“You cheat on Helaena and commit adultery almost every night”, he threw on his face, “you have fucked every whore in the street of silk!, and you are angry because Helaena spends too much time with our baby sister?”

“Yes, “too much time”, he mocked. Aegon seemed resigned, but Aemond was not, he was curious and flushed

“Have you… seen them?”, he asked sheepishly, and Aemond cursed when he felt his pants too tight from imagining his sweet sisters together. Aegon looked at him, and reading him like a book, he draw a sick smile

“I haven’t had the pleasure”, he mocked, “but something tells me you do want to see them together”, Aemond cleared his throat that it was suddenly too dry

“No, I'm just concerned, (Y/N) es but a young girl, she is to be betrothed soon, and she shouldn’t be…”

“Finger-fucking my wife?”, he asked, amused

“Aegon!”, he chided, “they are our sisters! they deserve respect!”

“Well, for what I’ve heard, they are not so different from the whores I like to fuck”

“Why are you taking this so harshly?”, he asked then, “it is preferable they share each other's company than the company of men”, Aegon laughed cruelly

“I’m just sad they don’t invite me to join them”, he mocked, but Aemond didn’t believe that is all it was to his brother’s nuisance. He finished his tenth cup of wine from the evening and ten turned to his brother, grabbing his shoulder harshly

“We might not get to see them, but we can see others…”

Aemond admitted it to himself, thinking of his two sisters together did make his cock stiff inside his leather trousers, them both being so sweet, he imagines their soft warm hands on each other, and their sweet kisses

Maybe that is why his desire made him follow Aegon, in disguise, to lose themselves into the streets of silk.

He followed his brother to the most exclusive pleasure house they could find. Were Aegon was a regular

The madam was thrilled when she saw Aegon had brought his younger brother. Since his introduction into the world of pleasure, when he was thirteen, he had never returned to any of the brothels of the street of silk, they would know, the madams all talked amongst themselves.

And he just had walked into her establishment, she needed to show him the best she had.

“My princes”, she greeted, “welcome to my fine establishment”, for once, Aemond let Aegon do the talking for him, as he dealt with the madame, he looked around with his hands tightly grasped behind his back. He followed the pair when she led them towards one of their most beautiful rooms

Aegon whispered something to the madame, and she only smiled knowingly, she then turned to Aemond

“We have someone very special for you, we brought her all the way from Lys”, purred the madame, clapping her hands, through the doors appeared a beautiful woman, and Aemond’s air got caught in his throat

The young woman had silver hair, and deep purple eyes just like his sisters, her skin was pale and unblemished, from behind she could clearly pass as one of you.

Aegon chose another, a dornish girl with beautiful features, both girls led them towards the sitting area, filled with exquisite fabrics and cushions for the most confort. Aemond, normally, would be sickened by the touch of a woman of the skin-trade, but tonight was different, this young woman was different.

While he let this woman push him towards the sofa, two more girls entered the room.

“Aegon”, Aemond called, but his brother was deep in his cups and in his desire, the dornish woman already kneeling between his thighs

But the two that just entered the room paid no mind to both men, as they started kissing and caressing each other right in front of them, over a huge bed placed in the middle of the room

Aemond hadn't visited a pleasure house since that time Aegon took him on his thirteen name day, but tonight he let the Lys woman pleasure him, kneeled between his thighs and his cock in her mouth, while he and Aegon watched two women love each other in front of them.

You and Helaena… at the very same time, far away…

It was strange to refer to you both, together.

You never meant to fall for your own sister, it all started so innocently. You would seek each other for company, to soothe your worries in the uncomfortable family climate. Helaena was a sweet and kind soul, gentle and caring, and Aegon always treated her horribly, you had always been good friends, you had vivid memories of her caring for you since you were a little girl, she would braid your hair, and help you dress, you were his baby sister, and she loved you and you loved her back. She was your loving big sister

But in the comfort of Helaena’s chambers…

“Everything is going to be alright”, you whispered sweetly, as you cradled her face in the palm of your hand, Helaena leaned into your touch, and you caressed the apple of her cheek with your thumb

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“I have horrible nightmares every day”, she whimpered

“They are just nightmares”, you whispered, but she only shook her head

“You know they are not”, it was true, your sister had dragon dreams, she was a dreamer

“What have you seen?”, you asked then

“War, blood spilled”, she whispered. “someone taking you away”

“Someone awful?”, you asked, she shook her head

“Since we are in the midst of war, they will want to sell you out for an alliance”, she said with her eyes filled with tears, “they will betroth you soon…”

“I won’t let them”, you said, “I won’t leave your side”

“You would go against mom?”, she asked, hope in her beautiful eyes

“Maybe she would betrothe me to Aemond”, you said, she shook her head

“He would like that, he won’t let you go either”, she smiled gently, “I can see it in his eye, he loves you, he is going to ask mom to marry you both”

“We both know we need to make alliances, and Aemond and I are the only ones that can make them through marriage”, you said bitterly

“You were always the smartest one”, she whispered, you smiled warmly at her, and she smiled back at you

“If mother and grandfather want to marry me off for an alliance to make us stronger, I will say yes”, you warned, but your eyes filled with tears as did Helaena’s, “but it will break my heart to leave you”, she nodded, understanding, “that is what I will do to keep us safe”

“I know”, she said, she leaned in and kissed your lips sweetly

“Is it wrong?”, you asked against her lips, “what we do in the night?”, you didn’t know any better, your mother had refused, with strong determination, to never let you hear anything regarding men, pleasure, not even bedding or “baby making”, so who better person to ask than your married sister?

You were a curious, and very… driven… young girl

“What does your heart tell you?”, she asked then, and you shook your head

“That it isn't”, you admitted with rosy cheeks, and she smiled back, “but I still… want to feel a man between my thighs”, she giggled

“So do I”, she said back and you laughed

“Maybe Aegon can take me as a second wife”, you suggested, but she frowned

“No..”, she whispered, “I do not wish for that, but… indeed, the dragon has three heads”, she said, and you looked at how her pupils enlarged like those of a kitten, she leaned in, kissing you, but this time, it was hungrier, more passionate

Her sweet hands managed to lower your night dress, releasing your breasts, and she was on them in a second leaving your mouth dropping wet kisses down your neck, his soft hand touching your breasts, with care, and devotion. You moaned softly.

“Helaena”, you called, like a prayer, and she only hummed against your skin, her thumbs playing with one of your nipples while she kissed and sucked on the other.

You moaned more louder, not caring if the guard posted outside your doors listened, they were probably used to it by now

“Where is Aegon?”, you asked in the middle of your bliss, Helaena abandoned your body, only to undress, you did the same, ridding yourself of your light night dress. She straddled you and you could help but place your hands on her hips, you then caressed her skin until you reached her breasts

“i don’t care”, she answered, looking down at you with adoration, you smiled right back at her

“What if he found out?”, you asked innocently

“Oh, I bet he’d like to join”, she giggled, leaning in and kissing you again.

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theaskywalker · 12 days

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I Wanna Be Yours

Aemond x Fem!Velaryon!Reader x Jacaerys

Disclaimer: Angst, Betrayal, Death

❥ You were the only daughter of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor Velaryon.

❥ Like the rest of your siblings, you lacked the traditional silver-gold hair and violet eyes that were a norm for members of House Targaryen.

❥ In order to consolidate her children's Targaryen heritage, Rhaenyra placed a dragon egg on its of their cradles.

❥ Unlike your brothers though, your egg never hatched.

❥ Watching your brothers bond with their dragons made you bitter and envious at times.

❥ Your mother tried to comfort you as best as she could.

❥ And although words couldn't ease the sadness in your heart you were thankful nonetheless.

❥ Your uncle Aegon made fun of you for being dragonless.

❥ Aemond came to your defense and the two of you quickly became best friends.

❥ He was more serious then Aegon and you liked that about him.

❥ Not to metion his more academic pursuits.

❥ You spent a lot of time together in the library reading and practicing your High Valyrian.

❥ Being without a dragon made you all too keen to possess one.

❥ So, during a visit to Dragonstone with your family you ventured alone into the caves underneath the mountain.

❥ As you walked through the narrow corridors you reached a small opening and came face to face with Vermithor himself.

❥ The dragon watched you with curious eyes at first and then snarled when you took steps toward him.

❥ You took a sharp breath and started singing a High Valyrian song that your mother taught you.

❥ He stared at you intently as you approached him and petted him gently on the head.

❥ With the dragon making no hostile movements, you carefully climbed on his back and ordered him to fly.

❥ He obliged and soon you found yourself soaring above Dragonstone and enjoying how the morning breeze felt on your skin.

❥ After what seemed like hours the two of you landed on the castle's courtyard, where Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor were about to send a search party looking for you.

❥ Seeing you atop the Bronze Fury made everyone gasp and you couldn't stop a proud smirk from reaching your lips.

❥ Aemond was beyond happy for you.

❥ You didn't want him to feel bad about not having a dragon yet so you took him for long rides on Vermithor.

❥ And when he claimed Vhagar instead of feeling angry at him for stealing your aunt's dragon you were proud.

❥ Ironic wasn't it, that the two dragonless kids got to cliam the largest dragons alive.

❥ Aemond losing his eye to your brother Luke made your relationship strained.

❥ You loved your brother dearly and he did act on self defense.

❥ Yet Aemond payed a heavy price.

❥ Your mother relocated the family to Dragonstone and you saw little of Aemond.

❥ You sent him countless letters and none of them was answered.

❥ You were desperate for news from him and decided to go to Kings Landing to see him.

❥ Under the pretense of visiting your grandfather you reached Kings Landing on Vermithor and eventually found Aemond in the library.

❥ He was polite yet cold towards you and it was unbearable.

❥ You asked him to put what happened behind and start a new.

❥ He declined at first, saying that his mother wouldn't allow him to be friends with any of Rhaenyra's children after the incident.

❥ But as you insisted on rekindling your friendship he gave in and promised to write to you and never allow anyone to mess with the relationship the two of you had.

❥ Aemond, true to his word, sent you numerous letters detailing his daily life as well as news from court.

❥ Whenever a new letter arrived it brightened your day.

❥ The same applied to your letters which made Aemond's life in Kings Landing more bearable.

❥ Not content with only receiving letters, Aemond proposed flying together on a weekly basis.

❥ It worked perfectly as Dragonstone and Kings Landing were close.

❥ Vhagar and Vermithor took a liking to each other that reflected your relationship with Aemond.

❥ When Aemond realised he loved you, well after both of you had reached your teenage years, he knew he had to act on it.

❥ Maybe that was the way of mending the rift between the Blacks and the Greens.

❥ You were also in love with him and when he confessed his feelings you couldn't stop kissing him.

❥ Savoring the little moments of holding him in your arms.

❥ You agreed that for the time being the relationship would be in secret.

❥ Aemond planned on asking King Viserys for your hand, as he knew that Viserys would agree to the match.

❥ Everything changed, however, when Vaemond Velaryon claimed the seat of Driftmark as rightful heir and accused you and your brothers of bastardy in front of the court.

❥ Your grandmother, Princess Rhaenys stepped forward to defend you and announced that your brother Lucerys had been engaged to your cousin Rhaena and your brother Jacaerys to yourself.

❥ You couldn't breathe...How could this happen?

❥ Why didn't your mother tell you about it?

❥ Aemond kept looking at you in shock that switched to anger when it landed on Jacaerys.

❥ Since King Viserys gave his blessing it was impossible to change the verdict.

❥ Jacaerys, despite his initial surprise, opted to act like a true knight to you.

❥ Taking long walks with you.

❥ Filling your wine cup at dinner.

❥ Leaving daintily kisses on your knuckles and lips.

❥ Complimenting you on your beauty and High Valyrian skill.

❥ He even got close with Vermithor as he knew how much you cared for your dragon.

❥ You loved your brother but not in the way a wife was required to love her husband.

❥ Aemond and you continued seeing each other secretly, as neither of you wanted to end the relationship.

❥ During the dinner hosted by King Viserys for his family members, toasts were made in good health and friendship.

❥ Aegon's comment on your upcoming marital disappointment and suggestion of sharing his bed made both Jacaerys and Aemond furious.

❥ Helaena saved the agitated situation by making a toast to you and Rhaena, describing how marriage was like.

❥ Once Jacaerys heard how neglected his aunt was, he immediately asked her to dance.

❥ Aemond seeing the opportunity made you the same offer.

❥ You agreed of course.

❥ Aemond spinned you around and it wasn't long before your laughter filled the room.

❥ He couldn't stop looking at you adoringly.

❥ Holding you close and making you smile was all he wished for.

❥ King Viserys watched in delight as his children and grandchildren bonded.

❥ The family dinner ended in a positive light and it was made easier for you to visit Kings Landing regularly.

❥ Aemond wanted to elope with you but you couldn't betray Jacaerys and Rhaenyra like this.

❥ And thus you had to be content with the little stolen moments Aemond and you shared.

❥ When King Viserys died and Aegon was crowned in his place against the already established succession, chaos erupted.

❥ Rhaenyra decided to send Jacaerys, Lucerys and yourself as envoys to the North, Storms End and Eyrie.

❥ Aemond was also sent to Stoms End to secure the Baratheon support through marriage to one of Lord Borros' daughters.

❥ Once Lucerys arrived and saw Aemond he tried to remain calm and collected.

❥ But Aemond wouldn't have it.

❥ Upset about his lost eye and you being betrothed to someone else, he lost all control.

❥ Chasing Luke atop Vhagar he thrilled in frightening the little boy.

❥ He didn't mean to harm him though...

❥ Daemon told the gruesome news to Rhaenyra and she proceeded to send ravens to Winterfell and the Eyrie, telling you and Jacaerys about it.

❥ You were devastated.

❥ You couldn't forgive Aemond for killing your brother despite the love you felt for him.

❥ And Aemond knew.

❥ He knew that the nickname he just earned came with the heaviest of prices.

❥ The love of his life...

❥ And so with Prince Lucerys' death, the war of ravens and envoys and marriage pacts came to an end and the war of fire and blood began in earnest.

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