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goodeapple · 2 months

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unravel me

The dragon must have three heads...

pairing : Aemond x Ysilla (Rhaenyra'sDaughter!OC) x Baela

warnings : it's a three for all (ffm), breeding, tongue twister, under negotiated/undisclosed kinks

word count : 2,000+

title from "Unravel Me" by Sabrina Claudio

“So good for me, my love.” Baela whispers against her cheek, and her tone is so pretty and praising that it sends Ysilla whining, and she burrows her face into her cousin’s naked shoulder. Soft hands slip over her back, fingertips dancing up the curve of her spine like a snake in the sand. Wisps of Baela’s curls tickle her face, the moonlight strands pecking her with a million tiny kisses.

A brush of lips at Ysilla’s right shoulder signals the last piece of her puzzle notching into place.

The sound that builds in Baela’s chest is more that of a rabid beast than a Velaryon Princess.

“She's mine.” Baela snarls, pure dragon, and yanks Ysilla closer to her. Their breasts meld, their skin sticky from the summer heat that refuses to break, even though night has fallen and blanketed the scorched earth below. Baela clutches her tighter, rolling Ysilla forward along the thigh squeezed between her legs. Ysilla’s breath hitches, eyes glassy, and she rocks her hips back and forth, grinding her wet cunt along the smooth ridge of it.

A snicker, mean in sound and careless in its release, is an answer Baela does not want to hear.

Aemond curls his hand around Ysilla’s ankle and with one good, strong tug, he rips his niece away from the other girl, splaying her out on her belly, her legs suddenly dangling off the side of the bed. Ysilla gasps, startled at the new position. She feels him press up behind her, the linen of his trousers soft and thin. Her arousal starts to soak through the fabric, and she tries not to arch back into the bulge she feels nudging apart her folds.

“Let’s not talk about who this one belongs to, girl,” Aemond brings both of Ysilla’s wrists behind her, securing them with one hand at the dip of her lower back, spacing her feet further apart so she’ll be a bit more stable for what’s to come.

“Because when it’s my cock inside of her, she loses all fucking thought.”

Baela glares at him with enough hatred to fuel a thousand fires. Ysilla stares, drinking in her cousin’s state as if she is a cool drink. She was made by the Gods themselves, Ysilla swears it. Long, powerful legs that climb to muscled thighs- rider’s thighs before the curvaceous flare of her hips demands devotion. Then, up to a tapered waist before her chest blooms with beautiful, bouncy breasts that Ysilla always seems to find in her mouth. All of her gorgeous, heavenly body wrapped up in smooth, lucious sunloved skin that seems to glow and whisper take me, take me, take me into your den and keep me. It’s one of the many reasons Ysilla asked for her hand, even though her other was already entertwined with Aemond’s.

Through all of that, the pinched look on her sweetheart face detracts from Ysilla’s happiness. How many times must they go through this?

“Enough you two, I’m tired of hearing your- nnngh.” Ysilla cuts herself off with a guttural groan. She’s so wet, absolutely dribbling with want from Baela’s sweet touch that Aemond slides inside of her without any resistance. He drags her back and forth off of him, her trapped arms easy for him to loop his own through and puppet master her through their coupling. The bedspread crinkles under their movements and the softness scrapes at her nipples that sends bolts of overstimulation streaking through her tendons. He finds that perfect spot inside of her, as if his cock is a compass determined to find her pleasure, and drives the blunt mushroom head of himself straight into it overandoverand over again.

Ysilla screams, smothering her face into her sheets. She shoots up onto the tips of her toes, her peak washing through her like a tidal wave but Aemond doesn’t pause in his pace, fucking her through it brutally, her walls fluttering weakly at his assault. He’s trying to prove a point, even if it’s at her cervix’s expense. But Ysilla can’t bring herself to mind, her brain a puddle sloshing between her ears.

“Baeeee-la,” Ysilla slurs. It’s hard to think, to talk, to breathe while Aemond does his best to fuck her stupid. Her paramour looks at her, the venom in her beautiful brown eyes dissipating to make room for tenderness and she sits up straighter, giving over her full attention.

“Yes beloved?” Aemond growls at the name and Ysilla manages to curve her leg around his calf, stroking up and down the muscled limb. He’s such a boy- never knowing when to share.

“You didn’t… finish earlier…” Ysilla manages to croak out, biting at her lip as Aemond drags himself through her walls in a way that makes her ache. Baela gifts her a small smile, at the ready with a dismissive shake of her head.

“No, no.” Ysilla answers before she can be told. She twists around, giving her lover a pleading glance. His skin is slick, glistening like his bejeweled eye. Scars and muscle weave a story Ysilla knows every word to, her husband a man just as complicated as he is handsome. Aemond nods, unlacing his arms from hers only to circle one around her hips. He always needs to be touching her. Ysilla slithers up his body, enjoying every ridge and dip along the way.

“You’re doing so good for me, sweet boy. Taking such good care of me. How I love you so.” Aemond blushes, she can tell from how hot his face feels where he presses it to her neck. Ysilla drops a kiss beneath his ear, stroking the arm around her lovingly. He reaches up to cradle her breast in his hand, and he plucks and pulls at her nipple in a way that has her gushing.

“Come here, ñuha prūmia." Ysilla lets her eyes fall heavily onto her lonely lover, her voice deep and thickened. It’s constant work, to spread her attention (her admiration, her desire) between her husband and wife. Their hers but not each other’s, not even with all of Ysilla’s begging and pleading. She only pokes them enough when the time is right, careful about toying across their battle lines.

Baela blinks, unable to tear her stare from the veiny, pale hand swallowing up her wife’s tits. Aemond is so much bigger than both of them, so much stronger, it’s a bit intimidating. Sometimes, when Uncle and Niece get lost in each other, her rage dims into something more… warm. The intimidation into something a lot like yearning. Baela doesn’t entertain that feeling.

The dragonrider comes back to herself, seeing an expression that’s far past pleading spelled out on Ysilla’s face.

“Now, Baela.” She blushes, a perfect cherry tint to her umber skin and Ysilla is so fucking hungry for her. Baela crawls forward and while Ysilla loves her face as much as the rest of her, the swing of her breasts is hypnotizing. She’s finally close enough, the sweet mint on her breath wafting over Ysilla’s face and the Princess finds her fingers and laces them with hers.

The girls’ lips brush, demure and proper, something barely considered as a kiss. Baela frowns, trying to stomp down her jealousy as Ysilla breaks away to gasp out a cry. Being made to share her wife with a man who she knows to be undeserving of her drives her to madness. Having to witness him bedding her is like salt in a wound and some days, the only thing stopping her from tearing through The One-Eyed Prince with her teeth is the pleading purple eyes of her ābrazȳrys.

Baela could- no, can make Ysi cum harder, moan sweeter, love deeper than he could ever hope to. Spitefulness bites at her heart, and her voice crawls up her throat, forming into would you like me to leave you two alone? until Ysilla rolls her head forward and lets the longing in her eyes drip over Baela like hot wax.

“Spread your legs for me, Bae.” Baela sighs happily, her girl’s attention back to where it should be. She settles back on her elbows, butterflying her knees apart and offering herself up on a platter. Who is she to deny her Queen?

Ysilla dives in, all tongue, lapping her cream with a hunger reserved only for their bedchambers. Baela drops her head back, a ragged gasp ripping from her throat. Her hips swivel off the bed, rising to fuck Ysilla’s eager tongue. She can’t help it, when she reaches up to cup her own breast and rolls the plump weight in her skilled hand. She tangles her fingers in Ysilla’s roots and pulls, slanting her face harder into her soaked cunt.

Aemond moans and it’s such a nice sound, Ysilla will try to have him make it more often. He’s rutting into her, animalistic and fevered, spurred on by the sinful painting his wife and her lover make right before him. Ysilla slips a hand between her legs, caressing her clit in a way that sends her spasming and her husband groaning. She lets her slick pool over her fingers, getting them nice and drenched before tearing away from herself, and sliding them into Baela’s tight hole.

“Ysi!” Baela gasps, hips bucking wildly and if it were just the two of them, Ysilla would climb on top of her and ride. “Ysi, fuck, don’t stop!”

Driven by nothing more than greed- rocking back into Aemond, pushing her face forward against Baela, Ysilla drowns herself in the scent/feel/taste of them, feral and needy and endlessly ravenous.

“Silli, iksan jāre ribazmoqitta kesīr.” Aemond curses into the back of her neck before he lifts her up, hunching over her back and fucking into her like she’s a ragdoll, like she’s just a hole for him to dump his cum into, like she’s a Dornish slut busy with her Velaryon consort- fuck!

His release takes him by the throat and squeezes. He thrusts deeper, however possible that may be, his spend sloshing from her juicy walls as he burrows into her womb. Aemond collapses onto her back. His heavy breaths at her neck and the weight of him on her is a comfort, keeping her pinned so she doesn’t float away from her body. It keeps her focused too; she still has a job to do. Her jaw aches but she fights through the burn with gusto, her focus unwilling to waiver.

Aemond’s left hand joins her hold on Baela’s leg, his pale fingers digging into the dark flesh. They’d look so good together, so right. They’d fight before they’d fuck, or maybe both at the same time. Baela’s hand wrapped around Aemond’s narrow neck, choking him out as she bounced on his lap. His hand striking each of her ample cheeks, the buttery globes quaking before he snaked his long fingers to the dripping honeypot purring between her thighs. Ysilla wraps her lips around her cousin’s pretty little pearl and sucks, long lost in the haze of her fantasies, curling her fingers up to press at the spongy spot that undos all of Baela’s ties.

Baela shouts, back bowing and head flying back, her curls waterfalling off her shoulders. She searches blindly for Ysilla’s wrist, desperately yanking her hand still when she finds it, guiding herself through her own peak and humping her wife’s fist to draw out her tremors. Ysilla flicks her tongue over the wiggling flesh, reveling in the sharp rise of her wailing.

Aemond’s thumb strokes Baela’s quivering calf as his other goes to strum at Ysilla’s button like she’s a harp string. The Princess shudders, finally giving herself over to euphoria, cushioning herself between both halves of her world.

Baela flexes her toes, her whimpers dying out, deep rattling breaths taking their place. Aemond hums, sated and sound, edging Ysilla up the bed so that they can both curl up and rest. Baela presses the sole of her heel into his forearm to stall his movements, in a way that’s not quite as threatening as it appears tender. He drums his fingers down her leg, before pinching at her ankle. Ysilla watches and smiles, peppering kisses along the silky skin of Baela’s inner thigh. She pulls out her fingers gently, making sure to go nice and slow, letting her feel every inch that pulls out of her. Her wife shivers, crossing her thighs, perhaps suddenly aware of Aemond’s heavy eye getting quite the view of her womanhood.

Ysilla lets herself be selfish, happy that Baela is still lost in the clouds before she turns to her husband. Grinning slyly, she feeds her fingers into Aemond’s mouth, his hungry tongue swirling around them and sucking ravenously.

Se zaldrīzes ēdruta emagon hāre heads.

ñuha prūmia . my heart

ābrazȳrys . wife

iksan jāre ribazmoqitta kesīr . I'm going crazy here

se zaldrīzes ēdruta emagon hāre heads . the dragon must have three heads

#hotd #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #baela targaryen #baela velaryon #aemond tagaryen x oc #aemond targaryen smut #baela targaryen x oc #baela targaryen smut #aemond x baela #baemond #ysilla targaryen

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lady-phasma · 24 days

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Social experiment: favorite rare pairs or silly crackships in the tags from any fandom and without judgement.

#ottomon #ottoman empire #baemond #gigolas #just for funsies #crackship #rare pair #rarepair

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theeholytrinity · 1 year

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Jace wanting everything Aemond has (confidence in his masculinity, in his heritage, with his Valyrian features) and Aemond wanting what Jace has (what it feels like to know a father's love and pride, being a firstborn son, with status as heir to the Iron Throne), and Baela wanting what both have (to be heard and seen and respected as a rival and a threat based on gender alone).

#jacebaela #baemond #jacemond #jacemondela #a word #trins thoughts #jacaerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #baela targaryen

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violet-moonstone · 5 months

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ive got such an intense baela/aemond enemies to lovers fic in my mind rn

they would not be good for each other but boy would the trainwreck be something to watch

ive also considered rhaemond which i think would be must less intense but very sweet

both maybe. both? both, I think

#baela targaryen #aemond targaryen #hotd #baemond #rhaemond #rhaena targaryen

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princesssszzzz · 1 year

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Modern AU Baela and Aemond married life

#I remembered this movie and thought of them #sleep with the remaining eye open #house of the dragon #house targaryen #baela targaryen #aemond targaryen #hotd #asoiaf #baemond #baela x Aemond #Aemond x baela #hotd meme #fire and blood #aemond the kinslayer #aemond one eye

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konohaironfist · 1 year

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Baela Targaryen from Destiny

Aemond was amused when he saw Baela Mount Moondancer in her gold wedding dress, she looked like a goddess. Knowing was, his wife to be possesses both, the beauty of a Lady and the Fierceness of a warrior.

None of them believed in some that cold as a wedding, they didn't need it to know they loved each other, sadly, they had to be married because it was the only way nobody couldn't apart them away.

Seeing her in front of him, with that wild smile of hers, Aemond knows he had to conquer the world for her. And he would it. Sooner or later.

#baela targaryen #Baela of pentos #aemond targaryen #Aemond x Baela #hotd fanfic #hotd headcanon #BAEMOND #This is in introduction from my fanfic #Baela it's a queen

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allkordelia · 2 years

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Tarred with the Same Brush

The air hit your face as you soar above the clouds in the sky with your eyes close feeling liberated, your arms was wide opened as you leaned back in your seat with your head tilted back a bit with a soft smile. The roar of two other dragons made you jump causing you to look behind to see your father and mother's dragons shoot past you, you turned to see your twin in the far right on his dragon before turning to your left to see your older brother on his own. You grin at your brother who held up a hand making you tighten your hold on your reins before putting up a hand, each finger he put down you followed suit you waited until he put down his fourth finger before shouting in valyrian.

"Raemor! Adere!" Your made a fist signaling to take off, your beast dived through the clouds making you holler in the wind and your white dreads flow behind you. You see the city of King's Landing in the distance making you pat your dragon making her roar and lower a bit, we came close to the water making her wing graze it as some splash on you making you giggle before she tilted back up. You looked behind you to see your twin far behind you and your older brother close on his tail as you head towards the red keep, you pulled on the reins making her circle around the castle twice before making her way to the dragon pit. You held a triumph smile on your face not too far from the dragonpit when a sudden blast of fire came out of nowhere making you cover your face with your arms, you flew through the fire coughing and looking around to see your twin ahead he turned behind smiling at you before he dive down landing first before you following after him.

Two dragonkeepers came up to you and Raemor making you whispering to the dragon to be nice before she lowered her body to the floor, you unstrap yourself from your saddle before sliding off your beautiful red beast. You walked while your hand trail among her rough skin until you were in front of her, your hand patted her snort causing a gust of air from her mouth as she huff. The dragon growl softly kinda like a cat purring when you scratched under her chin, you heard your name being called making you look over at your brother coming up to you. The dragonkeepers walk cautious up to the dragon since she always get moody when you leave but once she is met with her brothers she calms down until you get back, your hand trail her skin to show her you were still here as you meet your brother halfway.

"Cheater." Your twin brother, Baemond, rolled his eyes at you.

"Wasn't it you who said anything goes, dear sister." You sticked out your tongue making him look at you unamused.

"Very mature." He deadpan, you walked by his side and see your older brother, Aerion, waiting for you at the entrance watching his dragon get escorted to his cave.

"Daelena! Baemond! Make haste the carriage arrived." He shouted before walking outside causing us to hurried after him.

The carriage was moving while you look out the window as you sat next to your mother and father while your brothers sat across from you, "So, why were we summoned here again?" Baemond asked looking over at your father and mother.

"To celebrate your cousin's second name day." Your mother said with her hands on her swollen belly, baemond scrunched up his face in confusion.

"So, I ask again why are we here." Your father, prince daemon, kicked his son in the leg causing the young boy to glare at his father as he rub his shin.

"We are here because your king commands us here, so he can parade around his secondborn and get even more fatter from his feast." Daemon says jaded moving his hand to to play with his wife's, your mother rolled her eyes.

"And because he hasn't seen none of you in a while, and wishes to have a private family dinner the day before the tourney." You saw Aerion and baemon perk up at the mention of the tourney.

"Tourney? His having a tourney. Can I join, father?" Baemond asked looking over at his father giddy.

"I'm afriad not, aerion will be the one to to participate since his more experienced maybe another year, my son." Baemond sat back in his seat letting out a dissatisfied groan, while Aerion wore a huge smile.

"I'll make our house proud, father." Daemon smirked nodded towards him with proud.

"I know you will, my son." Your mother noticed you rolled your eyes as you turn your head to look out the carriage.

"Are you excited for the tourney, Daelena." Your mother ask making you turn your head towards her.

"Not really." Your brothers and parents even the handmaids looked at you slighly shock.

"What? Why? You loved tourneys. What changed?" Your father asked leaning forward to look over at you, you shrugged your shoulders.

"I just don't found it amusing anymore." You give him a apologic look, while he held a small frown.

"Yeah, now she's more interested in mounted archery, sword fighting, sailing, boys, hand to hand–fuck!" He mumbled the last word as he bend over clenching his shin, when you kicked the same spot that your father did just moments ago harder.

"Ooooh, is Daelena infatuated with a boy?" Aerion make fun of you with a cheeky look, you gave him a mock smile before giving him the finger.

"Boy? What boy? What boy dares to even look at you in such a way, I will have their eyes–" your father was silence by his wife as she put up her hand.

"Hush, lord husband you will do no such thing..." your mother turned back grabbing your hand with her own, "...our sweet child it is very normal to be liking boys at this age, and it's also normal to experience certain things–" your eyes widen in horror at what she was about to say.

"By the gods, mother please stop." You pleaded covering your ears, your mother smiled at you and took your hands from your head and held them.

"All I'm saying is that we will be right behind you for whoever you choose to court..."

"Speak for yourself." She turned her head giving him a look making him pursed his lips togther, before she looks back at you.

"...no matter that he is a lord's son or a knight–"

"He better not be one of my knights." Your father added as he leaned forward making your mother hang her head in exasperating, you put on a tight smile as you squeeze your mouth hand gently making her look at you.

"I hear and I appreciate it, but I am not infatuated with any one at this time and I wish we never speak of this again." You watched as your mother nodded before leaned in towards you.

"But, you would tell me. Wouldn't you my sweet dragon." She whispered, you couldn't help but crack a smile and nod.

"Of course, mother." Your mother let out a satisfied hum before leaning back in her seat.

You were in your temporary chambers when you collapsed on the bed your back hit the cushion before putting your hands behind your head while still in your trousers and tunic, you wanted to get some sleep before the "family" dinner your uncle is having later. But, a knock from your door made you slightly groan as the person came in your room, not too long after you felt a body on top of you causing you to groan out.

"Your suffocating me." You mumbled against your pillow.

"Oh, Am I?" Baemond says as he started flickering your ear, you slapped his hand away before opening your eyes to glare at him.

"Argh, what do you want?" You asked irritated.

"Are we still on for tonight?" He got off you making you scoot over so he was laying beside you.

"Of course, how can I pass on a opportunity to get piss drunk." You smiled making your brother roll his eyes, before he sat up on his elbows looking at you.

"I'm only going to say this once, if you get drunk beyond reasoning with I will leave you there in your own waste. I am not getting in trouble for you again."

"Says the lightweight." He jabbed you in the ribs making you push him off the bed, he grabbed you by the ankle pulling you off the bed before wrestling each other on the floor as you both was playing around the door to your chamber was opened.

"What in the seven hells are you two doing." You had baemond in a chokehold on the floor you looked up to see aerion and rhaenyra standing there looking at you confused and worried.

"Just teaching our brother a lesson." You said smiling as baemond started tapping your forearm.

"His turning blue." Rhaenyra says pointing at his face you look down at him before letting him go, he cough sucking in air before you moved off the floor you held out your hand for him but he slapped it away.

"Damn you, Daelena. Your always taking things too far, I'm telling mother." He hissed looking at you with his hand rubbing his neck before stalking out, you rolled his eyes at his dramatic ass before looking over at your brother and cousin who looked after him a bit concern.

"Don't worry about him. His all talk and no bite he just needs a walk around." You reassure her as she turned towards you again.

"Are you sure? He seemed pretty angry." You and Aerion chuckled.

"Believe me. You would know when his angry he has our father's temper." Aerion said looking down at her.

"We all do." You quipped, you move to sit on your bed staring at the two.

"Did you two need something?" Aerion looked at rhaenyra motioning his head towards you telling rhaenyra to ask me something.

"Well, yes. Aerion was telling me about your plans to go into the city, and I know the way to do it." You raised your brow at your brother as he looked at you with a slight smirk.

"Okay how?" You asked looking between the princess and your brother.

"I'll tell you, but first you have to let me tag along." She asked holding her hands in front of her, you looked over at your brother who looked at you with a amused look.

"Yeah, that's not happening." She frowned a bit.

"Why not?"

"Because your the princess and I'm not going to be the reason the realm's delight was found piss drunk in a tavern," Rhaenyra stood straight crossing her arms as she gave you a stern look.

"As your future queen, I command you take me out," you glanced before looking at your brother who covered his mouth trying to contain his laught, before looking back at her with a slight smile.

"You do know that doesn't work with us, right?" You said giving her a mocking smile.

"And you know that sleeping with your father's lord commander is scandalous, right." You mouth dropped opened at her before you sneered at your brother knowing that him and baemond were the only ones who knew about that, you turned back to rhaenyra with aloft scowl.

"Touchè, cousin, touchè" rhaenyra glanced behind her at aerion smiling making him return the similar one, "just be ready in an hour two," you said going back to laying on your back with your arms link togther on your stomach, you opened your eyes again to see rhaenyra and aerion still in your chambers.

"Your dismissed, thank you, bye." They make a face before hurrying out of the room.

You and baemond made your way to rhaenyra's chambers you knocked three times before aerion opened the door, he was dressed in common clothes with a dark gray cloak around him. You walked inside being followed by your brother to see rhaenyra dressed in boys clothing like you, you smiled at her before walking around her.

"Not bad," rhaenyra looked at her clothes smiling before looking at you, you moved the hat on her head further down before putting a strand of white hair underneath it, "but you need keep your head down while we're out, you have a soft and recognizable face and last thing we need is a mob chansing after us." Rhaenyra nodded.

"Aren't you going to cover yourself as well," she asked, you were about open your mouth when baemond spoke up.

"Unlike you, Daelena has a face like a northern man, no one will look twice at her." Aerion chuckled along with his brother making you glare at them both.

"Shut up you fucking incel," you snapped before looking back to rhaenyra, "I don't need a cover, the folks in fleabottom knows better to start something with us." Rhaenyra furrowed her brows.

"They afraid of our father..." aerion explained.

"And us. It seems our father's ghastly tendencies is feared greatly by the people of fleabottom, we proved the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." You smiled wickedly, rhaenyra nodded a bit frighten when you clapped your hands togther before rubbing them.

"So, where is this secret passage you were talking about." Rhaenyra shook out of her daunt state before walking over to the corner of her room making us follow her, she pushed opened a hidden door made of stone and you looked out to see a staircase before looking at the group with a wide smile.

"Let's go paint the town red."

You lot where standing not too far from the secret passage when aerion was telling you not to drink too much since we still had the dinner to attend, you waved him off before pulling rhaenyra with you to a tavern for a drink. You all order a tankard and started downing it, rhaenyra and baemond had a bit of a struggled getting it down, but you and aerion on the other hand down it like a champion. You all jumped from tavern to tarven either drinking or to starting fights and erupting mayhem whatever you go, when you saw one of the familiar establishment you past by numerous of time in past you looked at your brothers and cousins before jerking your head to the place.

"Let's go in here." Rhaenyra stopped in her tracks looking at the sign that hanged up before looking at you.

"But isn't this..." she hesitated for a second while we looked at her, "a brothel." She whispered causing you and baemond smile at her innocence.

"Yeah, what you scared, princess." You taunted with a smile making her give you a mock look.

"No, I just..." she stopped herself again as she shrugged not sure if she wants to go in there.

"I have to agree with her, maybe we should go it getting closer to the dinner party." You looked at aerion before rolling your eyes.

"Don't be a brunch of prudes, maybe they teach you a thing or two when your married to your king and lady-wife." Rhaenyra and aerion looked at you as you and baemond walked inside, you looked around seeing all the man and woman naked and against each other.

You look behind seeing aerion and rhaenyra right behind you looking around, you smirked before turn to the front heading over to another part of the brothel. You heard your named being called by your cousin as you moved around the whores and their patrons, you walked into a space that was surrounded by smoke you saw people on square pillows on the floor smoking from a pipe.

A long black hair woman with skin like honey walk up to you and grab your hand pulling you over to a station that wasn't occupied, she pushed you down on a small couch before sitting next to you after she grabbed a pipe from the table. You noticed baemond coming in the room with two ladies by his side as they lead him to an empty seat to smoke, you put your mouth on the end of the pipe as the lady took a match and lit it. It took you a while to feel the effect of whatever this was and you were enjoyed it, like you were enjoying the woman leaving love bites along your neck.

Your juncture was ruined when you saw aerion and rhaenyra rush in looking disheveled, you rolled your eyes sitting up making the woman stop her attack on your neck and shoulders.

"You two look like you had a wild time?" Rhaenyra looked pink and flushed as her clothes just like aerion who gave you a blank look.

"We need to go. Now!" You were going to open your mouth only to be pulled up by rhaenyra as your brother went over to get baemond.

"Calm down. Where's the fire?" You giggle digging your heels in the ground stopping rhaenyra from dragging you any more as you two stood outside.

"Shut up and come on." Aerion said finally coming outside and pulling you by the arm while holding baemond, you rolled your eyes with a light smile as you made back to the secret passage.

"Go sober yourself up and get clean, now!" You and baemond mumbled intoxicated words towards your brother, as you both help each other to your separate chambers.

You sat next to your husband as you glanced at the empty seats of your childern and the princess, before you could send your husband to look for them aerion and the princess walked in taking their seats. You gave your son a look as he sat across from you, he looked to the empty seats next to him a brief alarmed look flashed across his face before looking at you with a clueless look as he shrug. You gave him a glare before turning to see your twins stumbling towards they seat, you furrowed your brows at them as they looked at bit disheveled.

"Finally. Let's eat." Viserys says taking a seat, you glanced at your childern before being pulled into a conversation by the young queen. As you talked you would glance over at your childern now and then to see them acting odd, when you heard baemond giggle you had to pause your conversation with the king looking over your childern.

"Daelena. Baemond. Are you two alright you seem..." you trailed as they looked at you, baemonf hand was clasped against his mouth with a wide smile while daelena giggled.

"They'll find mother. They just a bit tired, we retire to our chambers." You narrowed your eyes at your eldest son as he stood up as he to coax his tougher siblings into getting up.

"Dinner just started." Daemon said watching all of this as well taking in his daughter and son state.

"And it was delicious." Baemond said with a mouth full of food, your brows shoot up before you turned to your husband who glared at them.

"Are you drunk?" He asked baemond, before baemond could answer aerion spoke up.

"Of course not, what a ludicrous question, father–" he was shut down by his father look.

"I was asking baemond." He turned to his son who looked like he didn't know what was going on just like his sister, "Well?" You looked at your son who shrugged his shoulder as he put more food in his mouth.

"We're not drunk....we only had like five pints at the tarvens." You daughter slurred putting up three fingers making you groan lowly in your seat covering your face.

"By the gods." Aerion whispered dropping back in his seat at his sister's confession.

"I can't believe this..." daemon mutters covering his face with his hand, you watched as your daughter frown before ripped off a peice of bread and ate it. She pushed back her chair grabbing a cup you and the rest of the family watched in amusement and horror as your daughter stumbled onto her chair raising her glass.

"Daelena. Get down." Aerion whispered harshly, she waved him away as she looked at you and her father.

"If we were drunk than I wish to say a prayer before we eat," a hint of a smile grazed your lips watching your daughter.

"For I am a sinner in the hands of an angry god." She spoke loudly making daemon glare at her from his seat, "Daelena. Knock it off." He said sternly but she ignored him continuing.

"Faith of the Seven full of mead blessed are we among taste wine..." you bite your lip trying to hold in your laugh as you glanced around the table before looking at the princess who trying to do the same.

"Pray for me now and that the hour of my death..." she raised her cup higher, "Which I hope is soon. Amen." She downed her wine before throwing it behind her caauing it to shattered on the floor, you looked at visery who looked mildly uncomfortable as you gave him a apologic look.

You snapped your head back to your daughter falling off the chair onto the floor, both twins were laughing causing daemon and aerion to get up and collect them. Daemon picked up his daughter putting her over his shoulder while aerion hooked baemond arm around his neck to get to stand up and drag him away, you stood up with your hand on your belly looking at the king and his wife.

"Thank you for dinner, viserys. I apologize for...this..." you didn't know what to call what happened but viserys gave you a kind smile waving it off as if it was nothing.

"Kids will be kids." He said making you chuckling lowly snd nodding, you wished them all a goodnight before swaddling away after your husband to make sure he doesn't kill your daughter and sons.

When you found him dropping daelena on her bed she rolled over on her stomach going fast to sleep, he turned to see you with a annoyed look on his face as he walked past you. As you made sure your daughter was tuck in and comfortable you walked out going to baemond room to see him under the covers, you walked to your room to find daemon in a chair near the fire stating at it.

"Well, that was a very entertaining evening." You spoke taking a seat on his lap, he looked at you with a deep frown.

"Don't start, woman. I'm in no mood." You smiled before laying your head on his shoulders.

"Did you talk to aerion."

"Yes, he will not be participating in the tourney tomorrow and those two heathens in there will be staying in their chambers for the reminder of our visit and taking a boat home ." You giggle playing his hair.

"That's harsh even for you, lord husband." He rolled your eyes.

"How are you so calm about this." He asked looked at you as you only shrugged.

"They are kids, daemon. Scary enough they are your kids, this was bond to happen one of these days." He scoffed looking back at the fire.

"Did it have to happen on the day I was going to ask my brother to marry rhaenyra to aerion." He mutters causing you to make a noise.

" I knew I wasn't going mad. Only you would act nice and pretend to care about your brother's family for self-interest." You chuckled to youself scratching his scalp making him close his eyes and hum lowly.

"And I could have gotten away with it, if it wasn't for my childern inheriting my personality." You kissed his temple before leaning your head against his.

"This reminds me of the time, we went out to fleabottom all night and almost missed your brother's wedding." A soft smile appeared on daemon's lips remembering.

"That was also the time we found out about aerion." You hummed thinking back, you heard daemon sigh.

"You know rather than confining our childern in theid room, you can give them the greatest punishment of anyone in their predicament." He looked at you with a raised brow.

"Have them attend the tourney with the roaring crowds and the clashing of metal against each other, probably make them think twice before drinking like that again."

"May, may, may, that's harsh my dear." You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.

"I'm a harsh person." Daemon laughed kissing your lips.

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~Of Letters & Dragons~

Aemond Targaryen x Male Reader

(Chapter 5)

Manuscript Excerpt found in the Chambers of Lord Baemond Velaryon in the Dragonstone Keep - Gathered by Maester Telmon.

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After that, our meetings grew scanty, and I could feel that he was behaving in a different way from our previous encounters. Gone were the easy afternoons spent reading in the candle light, and the battles of wits always ending in favour of one or the other. Now, an ominous silence fell on us, and I could feel the tension rise in his body whenever I looked at him. It also made me anxious the fact that when I caught him looking at me, he looked away; unlike in the past, when we would fight to see who could stand the tension the longest.

It was one particular afternoon, when I could no longer resist this newly created division between us, that I ended up bursting.

‘If you don’t wish to see me anymore, please tell me so. Do not let any notion of gallantry keep you doing something which you so clearly loathe.’ I said without looking up from my book, sitting against the altar, with him a mirror of myself.

He didn’t answer straight away, choosing to remain silent rather than betraying himself with some unplanned outburst of some dark emotion. It was but his next action that made me look up from my book. Slowly, he closed his book, put it aside, and slid towards me, not stopping until his knees found mine, and our bodies were merely three feet away from each other. He raised his hand slowly, reaching for my face, but he stopped when he was almost about to touch my cheek, and put it back on his lap.

‘It is not you that I do not wish to see, but you are one with your family, and as such I cannot but see them whenever I look at you.’ he answered without meeting my gaze, for the first time in all of our meetings.

‘So that is what this is about? You are going to let your hatred towards my brothers poison your heart?’ I said as I closed the book on my lap shut and threw it carelessly to the side.

‘I won’t deny that my, as you rightly call it, hatred towards your brothers has fuelled my heart and soul for many a year, but that hatred, however, does not apply to you.’ he answered in a rigid tone still not looking at me, but at my book on the floor, which enervated me greatly.

‘Why won’t you look at me? Do I disgust you still? Does the blood on my veins make you feel repulsion?’ I answered with clear anger in my voice as I drew closer to him, reaching for the collar of his leather couplet to draw him closer to me, action which he stopped by grabbing my wrist, finally lifting his gaze to find mine at the same time.

‘I cannot look at you because I’m already too deep into it myself. And I hate myself because of it.’ he said ultimately looking into my eyes, his very own now raging with poisonous passion.

‘Too deep into what? Tell me now!’ I demanded as I struggled to free my hand from his, failing miserably.

‘Too deep into my hatred towards your family and too deep into my feelings for you.’ he answered in a serious, severe tone, as he tightened the grip on my wrist, his eye still burning on mine.

I didn’t answer. How could I? What possible reply could I give to him after that?

The only thing I could do was to slowly draw my head closer to his, seeing his eye scan my face nervously and, closing my eyes, I drew my lips to his eyepatch and placed a soft kiss on it, tasting the tanginess of the leather and feeling the heat of his skin. Then, I set my forehead against his and kept my eyes closed, too sure of what I would do if I saw his lips from such proximity, feeling our breaths mingle between our mouths.

Finally, fighting against my will, I stood up and, freeing my hand from his, I turned around to leave. I wish I could say that he stood up to stop me, but he didn’t. All the answer I got was a whisper from his lips as I left, a whisper that went like an arrow straight into my heart:

‘Baemond…’

There was no point in meeting anymore after that, so the next time I saw him was when our family was summoned to attend the hearing regarding the matter of Driftmark’s inheritance.

It was hard enough to see how the Queen and the Hand took advantage of my grandfather’s absence, ruling in his stead as they saw fit, drawing my uncles and aunt into their brawl by extension; but it was a harder blow for me when I saw how Aemond smiled when my so called uncle Vaemond Velaryon declared us bastards, despite my grandfather having made the greatest effort to attend the hearing with great risk to his life, and called my mother a whore. I could stand being insulted by a lesser man like Vaemond Velaryon, but seeing the quiet joy on my uncle’s face created a nasty knot in my throat that made it almost impossible for me to take my breath. It was only when Vaemond Velaryon’s head laid severed on the floor that I felt I could breathe again.

I didn’t look at him after that, not throughout the afternoon and not until dinner time came, and both families were summoned by the King for a family supper. My cousin Rhaena, my betrothed, sat next to me, smiling at me kindly. I endeavoured to answer her kindness with the same coin, and treated her and talked to her with gentleness and familiarity. Rhaena’s main trait is her immense kindness, and I believe that is why she was the first one to see that something went wrong. As the toasts were made, dissipating the tension and setting the mood for what would have been an almost nice evening, I heard a loud bang on the table, and upon lifting my gaze I found my uncle Aemond with his cup raised to offer a toast.

‘Final tribute. To the health of my nephews; each of them handsome, wise and strong.’ he said looking at my brothers but avoiding my sight. ‘Come, let us drain our cups to these Strong boys.’

Then all seven hells broke loose, and before I knew it, both my brothers where upon both my uncles: Luke getting blocked by Aegon and having his head smashed against the table, and Jace landing a meaningless punch against Aemond, being pushed to the ground afterwards.

It was only thanks to the interventions of my mother and the Queen, alongside the silent authority of my mother’s husband, my great uncle Daemon, that the outburst came to an end.

Then, just as my brothers were leaving, and with my uncle still standing in front of him, I slowly and cautiously approached Aemond, catching everyone’s attention, but most importantly his; and looking up at his eye I said: ‘I am deeply sorry you saw it fit to do that, I really am.’

Next, I turned, and watching how everyone, but especially my mother, looked at me with the utmost interest, I left the room, trying as hard as I could to hide from my face the pain that was now quickly spreading across my chest.

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thatwriterrosefics · 4 months

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i am once again writing baela/aemond fanfiction. baemond? baelmond? i don't know if they even have a ship name but i'm writing more fic of them because i adore them.

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helaenna · 28 days

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I'm gonna post something and make it everyone's problem

#it's baemond related #this is a warning

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james-baeder · 7 years

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BAEMOND REDDINGTON

#i can't believe i just thought of this #and then consciously posted it on tumblr.com #i apologise

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hiccupswxfe · 7 years

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❤ Give this heart to everyone you don't want to lose in "2017" including me if you care. Try to collect 12 it's not easy! Be honest and send this to anyone who made you smile this year! 🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥🌟💫❤💥

Awww! Baemond,your so--- c'mere! *gives you a hug*

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idolpaff · 7 years

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Whoever has the baemond and gaymond urls pls I'm begging give them to me, ur local lovable pointy boy

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atruthuniversallyunacknowledged · 2 years

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~Of Letters & Dragons~

Aemond Targaryen x Male Reader

(Chapter 4)

Manuscript Excerpt found in the Chambers of Lord Baemond Velaryon in the Dragonstone Keep - Gathered by Maester Telmon.

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After that, we spent time together more often, but always in the confinement of the Dragon Vault, away from prying eyes and easy tongues. It was not much though, only a couple of times every week, but I looked forward to it, and I felt he did the same.

I wouldn’t have believed this myself if it wasn’t for the reason I now confess to you, my reader.

A day in which my arrival was delayed due to the training with my brothers being prolonged, as I approached the Vault, I heard hurried footsteps pacing back and forth across the chamber, not very loud, but still discernibly anxious.

Upon entering the Vault, I found him nervously walking around the room with his hands behind his back and an uneasy look on his face, look which disappeared as he heard me, and later saw me, coming in towards him.

‘Were you waiting for me?’ I asked almost nervously as he stopped opposite me in the middle of the chamber.

‘I thought something might have happened to you, nephew.’ he answered naturally, his hands still behind his back, straightening up to take advantage of his greater height.

‘And that made you anxious?’ I asked with a tint of playfulness in my voice.

Without saying anything else, though with a very nasty look on his face, he walked sternly past me towards the altar, and picked up his book. ‘If you are going to mock me, I shall meet you here no longer.’

‘No, please.’ I said in a hurry, grabbing his arm as I saw him heading for the exit. ‘I apologise, it was only a stupid tease. And I wouldn’t want for this, our meetings, to end.’

As I said this, I had softly let go of his arm and turned my gaze down with a sense of embarrassment. However, my looking at the floor allowed me to see how his feet stopped, and how they turned around to face me, slowly reducing the distance between us.

‘I accept your apology, nephew.’ he breathed into my face, delicately lifting it up with his thumb and index to look at me. ‘But you will have to do something for me.’ He muttered with one of his characteristic cocky smiles slowly appearing on his delicate lips as he let go of my chin.

‘What is it that you desire of me?’ I finally demanded in a soft voice, still fighting not to lose the battle between our eyes. It was strange nevertheless, his gaze being so intense regardless of its being only at half its might; or it was so strong precisely because of that.

His answer was not immediate, and as he slowly stepped away from me, I felt a tug in my chest, almost making me want to follow his body.

‘I want you,’ he said as he took a step back ‘to train with me, with weapons; or try to at least.’ he added, placing his hands behind his back again and gifting me another one of his smug grins.

‘As in place of training with what, our wits?’ I asked amused by his display of cockiness.

‘In that regard, we both seem to have found our match in each other. I merely wonder if such “complicity” might extend to other fields, nephew.’ was his answer, still as cocky as his now fully displayed smiled. However, what set my soul ablaze was seeing how he withdrew one hand from his back and slowly presented it to me, palm up, as if offering it up to me.

Oh my unknown confessor, how my heartbeat soared in that moment! I was almost afraid he could hear it pounding inside my chest like a wild stallion running free after a long captivity!

Slowly, I stepped forward, reducing the distance between us once more until his hand was almost pressed against my chest, and looking into his eye I said: ‘I will do it on one condition: that you ask it of me by saying my name.’

I felt the same fire that burned inside me go into his eye, and as he kept his hand between us, now with his index finger pointing at my heart, he answered my appeal.

‘Baemond.’ he said in a low voice, slowly savouring every sound ‘will you train with me?’ he completed his request almost in a whisper, his finger now blatantly pointing at my heart, his eye piercing into mine.

By then the tension between us was so strong that he would have received a positive answer to anything he asked of me in that very second, and as such, so was my answer.

He arranged for the training session to take place two days later, in the small private courtyard annexed to his chambers, and when the agreed upon hour came, a member of the palace guard came to escort me to the place.

When I entered his chambers, I was surprised to find them completely empty; but not wanting to leave just yet, I roamed around the room waiting for his arrival. The piles of books were neatly organised in great wooden shelves, and loosing myself over them, I was startled when I heard his voice over my shoulder, once again.

‘I do hope you have better reflexes while fighting, nephew.’ he said mockingly as he saw me jump in surprise.

All the answer that I gave was a low chuckle, and turning back to face the shelves again, I pointed at them and said: ‘You are truly a great reader.’

‘It is but my duty.’ he answered still behind me.

‘Not many take their duty as seriously as you do.’ I said as I turned around to face him again.

‘I am not many, I am only one.’ was his answer as he looked at me with his usual intensity. Nonetheless, it seemed different somehow; strong as ever yes, but different.

I held his gaze in mine for a couple of seconds, finding delight in how the small muscles of his face moved as he looked at my face studying it. When this was over though, I turned and made for the small courtyard, where our lesson would take place.

‘Then, let us be one and one together, for as long as our training lasts.’ I said, picking up one of the swords which had been placed on top of a nearby table, clearly for our exercise.

Without a word leaving his mouth, he stepped forward to where I stood, and reaching over the table, he picked a sword without looking at it, for his eye was still fixed on me.

‘Try not to hurt yourself, nephew.’ he whispered mockingly to me as he stepped back and drew his sword, his body shifting into a fighting stance.

‘I will do my best to not let you down.’ I answered, and then it began.

As I knew that he was physically stronger than me, I tried to use my smaller size and faster speed to land the first blow, but he seemed to know what my plan was, for he parried it with ease, looking mildly amused.

‘Now, did you really think I have not fought against faster opponents?’ he said.

He then attacked me, and after parrying it, we started to attack and defend, our swords crashing against each other, our breaths picking up, our brows starting to sweat profusely.

After almost an hour of intense laborious effort in which none of us seemed to take the upper hand, him being stronger and me being faster, we reached a dead end when our blades clashed and were blocked against one another, our faces dangerously close to the sharp edges and our eyes fighting for dominance as well in the empty space between them.

‘It seems we are in a stalemate, uncle. I honestly thought you would be able to beat me, but alas, I appear to have overestimated you.’ I said in mild mockery, struggling to keep the grip on my sword.

With no answer but a look of something close to anger at my jest, my uncle took advantage of his strength and pushed the swords down, making them fall from our hands and clatter on the floor.

He then stepped towards me, but I did the same, and we met in the middle; our chests, heaving intensely, pressed close together. We didn’t say anything, but there was no need for it. I knew he was feeling my hot breath on his face just as I was feeling his on mine. I knew he could smell my sweat just as I could smell his. And I knew that he could hear my heart pounding madly just as I could hear his do the same.

Then, with our foreheads drawing closer by the second, it all ended.

As we heard the knocking on the door, our bubble was burst; and as we separated we came back to the real world. Through the door came in one of the palace guards and standing straight he said: ‘Prince Aemond, the Queen requests your presence.’

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