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loveslibrarywp · 5 months

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Tis the season

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend, Aemond, hasn’t been paying much attention to you. He’s always so caught up in work or his books, so you decide to find your own way for him to pay attention to you.

Warnings: NSFW. p in v sex. Teasing. Lingerie kink. Daddy kink. Sub!reader. Light Subspace. Creampie. Unprotected sex. Aemond being a meanie. Aemond wears glasses.

Authors note: felt a little jolly so I decided to write this bs. It’s lowkey shit but Merry Christmas!

Aemond had been very busy this holiday season with his family’s business and other things that needed his attention. Yet, he didn’t realize his girlfriend needed his attention as well.

You had been very frustrated due to the lack of affection your boyfriend had been given you. So, you decided to…mess with him a bit. Maybe get him a tad bit riled up.

You had recently bought a red mesh piece from a lingerie store at the mall for Christmas. It came with a top that made your tits look amazing and some skimpy, lacy panties.

Aemond loved whenever you’d dress up for him in see through night dresses or lacy underwear sets. You knew whenever he’d see you in your little outfit, he would fall right into your trap.

You peak into your shared room with your outfit tucked behind your back. Aemond was sat up on your big bed with a book in his hands. His long hair was tied up into a bun and his glasses on the bridge on his nose. He was dressed in a tight black T-shirt and some grey sweats. Lord, the sight of him like that was enough to get you all worked up.

You quickly ran to the bathroom in the hallway and shut the door quietly to not disturb him. You took of your clothes and threw on the red lingerie.

You looked amazing. Your tits were pushed up and on display and the mesh on the torso showed off the top of the red lace panties on your hips. You fixed your hair to make it look decent and spritzed on some perfume.

You huffed, feeling a bit nervous to be doing this. What if he got upset for trying to distract him or just simply ignored you?

You pushed all those bad thoughts aside and took a big breath in to calm your nerves. You quietly walked out of the bathroom and into the room. His eyes never even looked up at you, they stayed onto his stupid book.

You huffed, but an idea came into your head. You climbed onto the bed and into his lap. Your ass was on his crotch and your hands on his lower stomach. “What do you need?” He asked, his eye were still on his book. You started to get frustrated with him. You huffed.

His eyes finally caught yours and your form. He leaned his book down and stared at you with wide eyes. “Holy shit..” he mumbled as he took your beauty in. You smiled at his reaction, you felt excited that you were about to get what you wanted.

“What’s all this for, baby? Not that I’m complaining…” he asked as he set his book down and laid his hands on your hips. “I want you to pay attention to me…daddy.” You said with a smirk. You knew exactly how to get him going.

“Oh, sweet girl. Have I not being paying much attention to you lately?” He asked with a sympathetic expression on his gorgeous face. You nod your head, your hands drifted up his shirt and traced his strong abdomen.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Daddy will treat you good tonight.” He smirked as he moved his hands to your ass, gripping it roughly. You moved your lips to his, pressing them into a rough kiss.

Your lips moved together in sync. Your hands moved up to grip his broad shoulders as his stayed on your ass, moving your hips down onto his crotch.

You whimpered into his mouth at the feeling of his hard on growing underneath you. His hands moved up your body, caressing every inch of your skin. You felt like you were on fire with the arousal you were feeling burning inside of you.

He broke the kiss, “I’m gonna fuck you in this little outfit, that okay baby?” He asked, pulling his shirt off of his torso. Your mouth began to water at the sight of his toned body.

“I’m gonna need an answer before I start, honey.” He laughed. “Just fuck me, Aemond.” You said as you brought your hands down to the hem of his pants.

“I’m about too, baby.” He said, moving your panties aside and dipping his finger inside your wet cunt. He groaned at the feeling on his fingers. He rubbed the tip of his fingers onto your clit, making you shutter.

He removed his fingers, earning his a whine from you. He pushed his sweats and underwear aside and took out his cock. He gave himself a few pumps before running the tip across your cunt.

He slapped his tip against your swollen clit, making you whimper once again. “Please..” you whined, he chuckled at your pleads, “so desperate..”

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself in. You both moaned at the feeling of each other. You leaned into him and hid your face into his neck. He held you close as he helped you bounce on his cock.

The feeling of him thrusting in and out of you made you dumb, like you couldn’t talk or breathe or anything. All you could do was feel.

“Such a good little girl for me, aren’t you?” He cooed in your ear, his hot breath fanning onto your cheek. You nodded into his neck and gripped his shoulders to keep you propped up.

“Already going dumb on daddy’s cock, huh pretty girl?” He said, moving his right hand towards your cunt and his fingers onto your clit. You gasped at his touch on your clit, he added such an intense stimulation to what you were already feeling.

Your whimpers and moans filled the room, his soft and low grunts could only be heard by you. You felt your peak coming soon, it was racing to the edge.

“Daddy…’m close..” you whined into his ear as you slammed your hips down onto his. He smiled at you with such desire, “Cum baby, you deserve it since daddy hasn’t been treating you very good.” He said as he kissed your cheek.

His pace was fast and rough, his fingers moving fast on your clit. Your peak came fast and hard. You moaned loudly into his neck and Aemond helped you through your orgasam as he chased his own. His groans growing louder as his peak came.

He filled your cunt with his cum. You both just held each other for a moment as you tried to catch your breaths. “I love you, daddy..” you said as you laid your head onto his shoulder and looked up at him.

He looked down at you with his hair messy and his glasses fogged up and a lopsided smile painted onto his face, “I love you too, sweet girl. I’m sorry for not paying attention to you. It will not happen ever again, my pretty baby.”

You smiled up at him and nod. You felt so happy that he was finally paying you attention again. “Wanna go make some cookies and watch Christmas movies?” You asked.

“Is that even a question?”

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #prince aemond #aemond one eye #aemond smut #ewan mitchell #ewan mitchell smut #ewanverse

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daenysx · 10 months

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yeah, i'm addicted to write soft!aemond. this is purely NSFW, hope you like it. (part 2)

send me your requests for drabbles

"lift your hips for me, hmm?"

you look at aemond with big eyes, waiting for him to do as you ask. your fingers fiddle with the waistband of his sweatpants, he looks at you with an unsure expression on his face.

"you should get some sleep baby, you're tired." he says.

you shake your head. "i'm never too tired for you."

he lifts his hips slightly then, helping you take off his sweatpants. he still seems unsure as you hold his hardness in your hand. "you don't have to do this."

your fingers stop. "you don't want me to? i-i just wanted to help you relax, i didn't- i'm-"

he smiles to comfort you. "no, of course i want you to, you know how much i like having your mouth on me. i just didn't want you to lose sleep because of it."

you smile back. "don't think about anything now, just focus on me."

"you think it's possible for me to focus on anything else when you're touching me?" he says, giving you the confidence you need.

you move your fingers on his cock, up and down first. your other hand touches his lower abdomen, stroking the skin softly as his head goes back with a lovely groan coming out of his mouth.

you keep moving your hand until he is fully hard, he takes a deep breath when you get comfier on bed. you take the tip of his cock between your lips, lick the skin with your tongue, and try to coat him with saliva. you treat him nice, like the tastiest lollipop you ever had, licking and moving your lips on him.

"perfect. mm-hmm, perfect." he whispers.

you move your mouth further on his cock, his hardness heavy on your tongue. you keep moving until your mouth is full of him, your eyes teary with the feeling. your hand goes to touch the places you can't possibly reach with your mouth when you start sucking him slowly, driving him crazy by making a pretty noise at the same time.

"fuck- fuck, there you go, baby. my sweet baby, too good for me aren't you?"

he keeps mumbling sweet nothings to you as he gets closer to his peak. he just wants to relax into your mouth, to have the opportunity of relieving. he wants all his worries and stress to be gone.

you keep sucking him, touching him, giving him what he wants. what he needs. a teardrop falls from your eye and he follows it with his finger, dries your skin.

"go slow, baby. don't want to hurt you, fuck, it's too much for you-"

he strokes your hair with shaky fingers, encourages you to keep going. don't stop, never stop, let him find some relief.

"i'm- i'm close, baby. hmm, so close." he says, quietly. you pull your mouth slowly, careful not to hurt him.

"in my mouth, aemond. you'll finish in my mouth, okay?"

he nods quickly, happy with the faster pace you follow. your saliva coats his entire cock now, your tongue everywhere. he knows you're getting tired so he lifts himself closer to your lips, helping you.

when you look at him with teary eyes, he finishes. he lifts himself unconciously, comes inside your mouth with a soft groan. you keep moving your hand on him, help him through his orgasm.

"yes- fuck, yes, perfect. my perfect girl, you have no idea- yes, keep your hand there-"

he takes a few moments more to relax into you, fights with the urge to pull you to his chest and hold you there forever when you swallow. you give him a smile, your body falls next to his on bed as you listen his breathing sounds.

"do you feel better?" you ask, voice sleepy.

"mm-hmm, you were perfect."

you watch him go to bathroom quickly to clean himself. he comes back with slow steps and cleans your mouth and cheeks. you squirm a little under his touch as he throws the towel away and lays next to you. "would you like me to return the favor? are you too tired for that, sweetling?"

you nod, putting your head on his chest. "that was for you. you're welcome to return the favor in the morning though, if you want."

he holds you, kisses you thanks as you close your eyes. "i'll wake you up with my mouth on your sweet cunt. good night baby."

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond x reader #modern!aemond #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond one eye #aemond × reader #aemond targaryen drabbles

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freya-captain · 1 year

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Jacaerys Velaryon was engaged to Aegon Targaryen ii but had an illicit affair with Sara Snow when he visited the North

(Jacegon drabble where alpha!Jace not being an honorable Prince and a perfect lover (as he always is in fics))

Aegon and Jace had crush on each other from childhood. After Rhaenyra ascending to the throne and their marriage was consummated, they lived as if they were the happiest couple in town. Aegon was madly in love with Jace and very soon he gave him a beautiful silver-haired princess, Aemma. However, she neither looked like Jace nor she could very likely become their heir in future days. But Jace promise he’d love his first daughter no matter what.

And then Lucemond got married in the Sept (finally) and they started to breed like rabbits. Five years went passing and funny enough all their babies had brown hair and looked like Lucerys. Aemond was happy inside even though Aegon mocked at him saying ‘Karma for you despising and calling them Strong all those years’.

And Aemond mocked at Aegon back for not capable of bearing another child anymore due to his old drinking problem and libertine lifestyle. Aegon pretended he didn’t care but he did try so hard to change—he’s been quitting drinking a long time, going to church regularly and trying different herbal remedies which tasted like shit. He had been a brand new person. But the situation wasn’t getting any better. He couldn’t get pregnant and every time it finally happened, he just lost the baby in early months. Jace was always thoughtful and supportive as any perfect husband, telling him he couldn’t care less but Aegon started to think Aemma was merely a miracle and he was either barren or cursed.

And next time when Jacaerys returned from the North’s visit, he brought his bastard son Cregan Snow who was older than Aemma back to the capital.

Aegon was so mean to imply Luke’s kids may be bastards since Aemond used to treat him like shit but now he became the one who had to live under the same roof with an actual bastard boy, a living proof of his husband’s disloyalty. Aegon stopped laughing at anyone anymore.

Jace apologetically explained he didn’t want to leave little Cregan in Winterfall. His true firstborn deserved better education, training and comfy growing environment.

Aegon couldn’t complain cause he was not in the least a maiden when he married Jace and Jace also had this affair before he said those vows.

He figured it was Rhaenyra and Daemon’s idea all along. They thought he couldn’t have children anymore and they decided to develop the bastard boy.

He hated that the boy got Jace’s everything: his dark eyes, his curly hair, his cheekbones, and he got all northerner’s good attributes in him, determination and resolve. As a bastard, he got his prudence but also he possessed the kind of charm that makes people want to follow and die for him, just like a qualified heir to a future king.

Aegon fucking hated him and the north. He fucking hated himself as well. He hated Jacaerys when he found out it was him, not Rhaenyra and Daemon, that kept drugging him so he couldn’t have another baby of his own. That’s when he finally understood what it meant when Otto was executed and said “I died laughing because one day my bloodline would sit on the iron throne and his children and grandchildren would always have my blood” and Jace smiled cruelly saying “it wouldn’t ever happen, unfortunately”. He hated his beloved made him an idiotic fool all these years. He hated it was too late when he finally saw everything through.

Now all he wanted is to take Aemma far away in case they decide to marry her to the only living son of his husband to strengthen his claim or some noble lord in a castle. He never truly believed in Gods but now he started to pray, every single day.

#i feel like I should add warnings #jacaerys velaryon #is dark and calculated #aegon ii targaryen #jacegon #house of the dragon #not happy ending #And you know damn well For you I would ruin myself #A million little times #jacaerys x aegon #aemond x lucerys #lucemond #fanfic prompt

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darklinaforever · 1 year

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DAEMON TARGARYEN, ABLE TO LOVE HIS CHILDREN ?

"I think Daemon loves his children to a certain extent but just not as some other parents might, I mean he literally tells Mysaria he's glad that she can't get pregnant and in the books he doesn't really show any grief when she miscarried , though thst can be argued bc he did get a hardness when it came to Viserys after that "

Good. To start, let's talk about this moment in the series. Daemon at this time is not a father. He does not know fatherhood, and he is still young. For information, many people do not want children at some point in their life, that does not mean that they will love their children less than those who have always wanted them, once they have them. This perspective is ridiculous, and based on literally sure nothing. (Hello Rhaenyra?) Also, it's forgotten that Daemon was actually considering having children with Mysaria before she revealed to him that it was impossible, and also that in episode 4, when Rhaenyra told him that Rhea Royce was lucky, as he didn't impregnate him, Daemon simply retorts that it would be impossible to raise children/develop them properly in such a hostile environment. These elements therefore indicate that in reality Daemon is not at all against the very idea of having children. And if Daemon was definitely against this idea, I doubt he would have had 4 under his belt, and almost 6 in fact, if you count the lost babies of Laena and Rhaenyra.

Seriously, assuming you can't love your kids right because you didn't want them before is so stupid... There are tons of parents who wanted kids who ultimately don't love their kids right, or even not at all for some. And conversely there are tons of parents loving their children when before they didn't want them. Where does this bullshit argument come from?!

When Mysaria has a miscarriage in the book, it is said that (from my French version that I translate) "When the news reached Prince Daemon, he did not utter a single syllable of sorrow, but his heart was hardened against the king his brother. From then on, he no longer spoke of King Viserys except with disdain". So, I don't know what more you need to understand that yes, Daemon was definitely impacted by the death of his child and resented Viserys for this loss. To think that he didn't experience grief because he didn't express it conventionally / or it wasn't described as such, (especially in a book told as a biased historical narrative and not a normal novel) is nonsense.

Then, when Daemon had his daughters, his first instinct was to extend his hand of reconciliation to Viserys to meet them and bless them so that Daemon could properly introduce them to the court. He also always defended his stepsons against accusations of bastardy. He plotted Blood and Cheese to avenge Luke's death, "son for son." ", and killed Aemond by literally planting Dark Sister in his eye "An eye for an eye". Beyond that, Daemon was always by Rhaenyra's side during the births of his children with her. Because yes, if he did it for baby Visenya, there's no reason to think he didn't do it for the others. When the war broke out, Daemon also sent Rhaena to the Vale, a place he deeply hates, indicating that he is swallowing his pride in order to keep his daughter safe. Without talking about the fact that he did not punish Baela for having sex outside marriage, staggering for the time. So, frankly, to say that he loves his children, but not in the way other parents would, is of course not based. Or worse, that he wouldn't like them at all (as some go so far as to say sometimes). Daemon loves his children, even those who are not biologically his own. It's that simple, and I don't understand why so many people try to downplay this clearly evident aspect of the book.

#house of the dragon #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra x daemon #daemon and rhaenyra #rhaenyra and daemon #house targaryen #house of targaryen #team blacks #team black #anti team greens #anti greens stans #anti greens #daenyra #fire and blood #hotd

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dulcewrites · 2 years

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Totally agree with you that Aemond would probably give 0 fucks hah. But man if reader does became a powerful figure in court... The surprise he'd feel at the fact his silly wife is actually a player; maybe he'd hate respecting her, even if only a bit. I'm really curious now at what Aegon will do in part 2! I think he's an actual interesting character, and can be much more than a lecherous, overbearing drunk. Also, Alicent. She's really loyal to her kids, and I agree on the headcanon that Aemond is her baby boy (as as second son, I imagine she'd feel more comfortable in giving him the love she might struggle to demonstrate to Aegon, as he physically represents her hopes of a secure future for the family, possibly making her outwardly more cold to him than she'd like.) Buuut I do feel she'll bear some sympathy towards reader, like calls to like in a way, seeing in reader the rejection she felt on Viserys' account. As a faithful woman, her son cheating with a STRONG BASTARD would be such a hard pill to swallow, I'm supposing she'd be so disappointed, but perhaps not show it to the reader so plainly, idk. Anyway, loved the suggestion someone sent here about reader turning Aemond into a frightening figure to their children. He might be sure of himself at this point, unaffecting, but the idea he can still inspire disgust to those he genuinely loves could (I hope) hurt him. Ughhh I have some many thoughts! This fandom needs more asshole and emotionally fucked up Aemond. He's been usually portrayed with a soft and romantic streak, but I imagine him a pretty neglectful husband. Too much in on his head, convoluted.

I think Alicent would be upset, how much is def up for debate. It’s clear she put Aemond on a bit of pedestal. I do think they have a special connection but I also feel like so much of that is her just not connecting with other children (not that she doesn’t try). She can’t seem to read Helaena, Aegon is… Aegon lmao, and daeron is away. I will explore this in pt 2 but it’s goes back to what she said in ep 6 to Aegon after the pig prank. They can be mean to each other all they want in private but once that shit spills out, that’s where she feels some type away. That includes with reader, who she does really care about. She’s the one who brought up reader marrying Aemond, her baby. Oh and the irony of her defending her kids against the strong boys.. for her son to do that. Yeah… she’ll feel some type of way. I don’t think Aemond expects for reader to bring other into it, bc it’s not her nature. And Aemond isn’t blind, he sees how Alicent favors him. He probably thinks that would never change… we shall see.

Reader will definitely be putting that good breeding to use. All she did was keep her head down and managed to get married into the most powerful family in the seven kingdoms. Imagine what she can do with some confidence and a whole lot of spite.

Also thank you! I’m very interested in exploring fucked up Aemond. While I do think he cares about his immediate family, especially his mother and Helaena….but realistically how likely is he to actually treat any other woman outside of that well. Maybe I’ll get to writing that idea eventually

#well as in healthy #not cruelly or obsessively #he really doesn’t have any role models for that lmao #asks and requests

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anjelicawrites · 1 year

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first of all, hi!

I can't wait to read 'soft III' and I am waiting for tomorrow because today was tiring to fully appreciate it.

secondly, I am not a nurse but I just wanted to give my silly little insights that aemond gives me the idea, indeed, to have easy to poke veins.

but osferth?

I had a friend who got thoroughly scared because they couldn't find her veins and she started to feel anxious about having her blood drawn and I imagine something with osferth babe as well. also I do think that although leofric or his mother were there for him in these moments, but he still struggled a bit and viewed such experiences as very negative.

enough that he often has to have reader or aemond come with him to hold his hand. and even thought he might be a bit of a masochist he donates blood - because he is nice like that - and he often gets a bit tense, but his lovers reassuring him and hyping him up always gets him feeling better.

ok, now I am finished and I am going back into my cave.

have a nice day/night/afternoon!

First of all: I am so sorry for your friend! We try our best, sometimes it's hard to find a good vein and we have to poke around a lot. I hate when that happens with my patients, I usually try twice and then ask my more expert colleagues for help, because my patients are not my pincushion.

Second: poor baby Osferth needs to lie down every single time he has to have his blood taken or donates his. He might find the best nurse on shift, the one who finds his vein immediately, he still pales and might faint if he is just sitting on a chair. He can't look, has to stare into his lover's face until the deed is done and actually needs a moment before he can leave, because his legs feel like jelly.

Have a lovely day/afternoon/ night as well!!!

#answered #aemond targaryen x reader x osferth #aemond targaryen x y/n x osferth #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen #osferth x reader #osferth x y/n #osferth #polyquestion

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lightningandfireinmybones · 1 year

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Taking a long break from my short studying session, regarding the whole Sugar daddy au...

They've been together for a while when one random day Daemon appears, he has many connections and has been informed that they've seen his daughter with his wife's brother. So he shows up without having bothered to reconcile with val only to accuse her for this relationship (the same one he has with Rhaenyra). Val thinks he knows about the SD aspect of it and while arguing with him spills the beans and Daemon almost gets a stroke and a few heart attacks (the whole point of sending her away was to get her to stop acting up with some tough love).

So very angry at the idea that his daughter his very precious daughter to whom he doesnt know how to express his love is getting railed by her uncle -he thinks Aemond is a twat- and ALSO is that man's s/b he acts up. They get into a shouting match and he yells that he's disinheriting her (and she was the number one person on his will, she was the heir of their family estate and funds and businesses).

Val is furious and sad and dejected and just can't believe how her own family would treat her this way. She feels done with everything.

And then Aemond shows up, very involved in her feelings on this. After he comforts her he presents her with a jewelry box. At first she's not really into it (she's never been one for shopping therapy or material things and Daemon's insults are still a bit raw) but Aemond opens the box and shows her a beautiful plain necklace.

It's made from Valyrian steel he says. You know how rare it is. Only their family has it and even that is scarce. He puts it on her and says that noone can take her heritage away from her, noone can erase her trueself. She is Targaryen just like him and she should be proud of who she is.

There are maybe tears happening.

(bonus points if rhae rhae bites Daemon's head off for talking to their little girl like that because how dare he! That nonsense has gone on for too long she just wants her only daughter back home!)

ANGSTY I LOVE IT

now valaena assumes when daemon shows up unannounced that it's about the sugar baby thing, bc why else would her estranged father bother to barge back into her life???

except,,, nope he definitely did not know about that part, he was really just trying to track her down again

and daemon and valaena's fatal flaw together will always be their pride and their stubborness, so daemon was really just planning to retrieve valaena bc if she's going to be with family it should be him and nyra, not his wife's brother

daemon loves valaena he's just too emotionally distant to express it well, so he's going for tough love when valaena whips out the "oh so itss okay for nyra to get fucked by her uncle, but not me??? is it because he's paying for everything? i'd fuck him regardless of the money but there's no shame in sex work or being a sugar baby!!"

cue daemon's heart attack and subsequent inappropriate expression of anger and concern and hurt

so now he's gonna disinherit her if she won't give up aemond, and while she was the heir apparent, she won't give up aemond for anything so if that's the card daemon is going to pull, guess it's a good thing she's a SB now!!!

once daemon is going the anger starts to wane and now she's just sad and feeling betrayed and wondering if she made the right call

but aemond knows this, wants to remind her that daemon isn't the end all be all for family acceptance, gives her this valyrian steel necklace, reminds her that her heritage isn't something anyone, especially daemon, can take away, that her value has nothing to do with whether or not daemon gives her the inheritance she's worked so hard for

(meanwhile,,,daemon comes home without valaena and is ranting about valaena fucking aemond for money, too stupid to see the absolute rage painting his wife's features bc daemon too stupid and too angry to realize he is in fact the problem here and they have no room to speak about it when they're the ones who backed valaena into a financial corner and ffs daemon! rhaenyra just wants her daughter home and now daemon has driven her even further away,,, he better run bc nyra angry enough to spit fire)

#rhaenyra is going to put the fear of god into daemon #over her dead body is her daughter getting disinherited #hits a little too close to home for her #and its not like she has any ground to stand on for the uncle fucking thing #ask #tdopom fic #heaven knows fic

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unohanabbygirl · 8 months

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I hope you are doing okay! I was worried about you for a second , my mind thinking the worst, not because of the new chapter but because it went silent for a while. Please take the time you need, I love really long chapter and this one was *chefs kiss* last thing we want is to make you feel like this is a chore.

FMN SPOILERS CH.32……

Kind of thinking that the twins being distraught and injured brings me back to the moment in driftmark when they hug their grandparents after a fight with Aemond. When grandparents hear about it and find out Aemond was involved AGAIN, even though Jace is partly to blame, those two just don’t mix, it’s a hard acceptance but there it is, I don’t think Aemond is going to win points with Corlys and Rhaenys anytime soon, especially Corlys, even more reason to just bar Aemond from any and all social events pertaining to his side of the family. I don’t know how he will reconcile Luke being with Aemond, I can see him keeling over if he sees them together, being rushed to the hospital because he just saw his favorite grandson with the spawn of evil and his poor heart can’t take it.

Thank you babes! And yes, everything over here is fine so no need to worry 🥰

I took heavy inspo from the past incident at Driftmark when it came to Baela getting hurt and Rhaena doing her best to comfort her sister. Twins have such a deep emotional bond that the rest of us could never truly understand no matter how hard we try. For them, there’s never been a single thing in life they haven’t done without each other. From growing in the womb, to being born, learning how to walk and talk. All of these life defining moments have been shared between the two, so Baela was 100% Rhaena’s top priority in that moment.

Seeing the girls all shaken up due to an incident they see as Aemond’s fault put a bad taste in both Corlys and Rhaenys mouth that has never fully washed away since. Learning that their grandchildren have been hurt due to Aemond and Jace’s petty fighting once again (something they fault Aemond for more than Jace) won’t leave them with a good impression when it comes to winning their blessings to be with Luke.

As i’ve said before, Corlys is a big lucemond anti and will use this incident as proof as to why Aemond needs to stay far away from his grandson. Though it also shows the ever-present bias that’ll always be there when it comes to the greens since Baela getting hurt was just as much Jace’s fault as it was Aemond’s.

I agree with you when it comes to these two. Sadly, they’re like oil and water and probably will always be. Something has to give for this idea of a big happy family to actually work out, not saying they have to be friends because that just isn’t realistic. However, if they can get to a point where they don’t automatically assume the absolute worst about one another and immediately get to throwing hands, that’ll be great. Especially when it comes to Luke’s incoming journey to healing. Baby boy needs to be in a safe, calming environment and having his brother and love interest arguing is going to disturb that peace.

Poor Corlys, man is gonna have a heart attack when Lucemond becomes offical.

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sansaorgana · 2 years

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— TARGARYENS DO HAVE QUEER CUSTOMS

PAIRING — Prince Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader // Princess Rhaella Targaryen (OC)

SUMMARY — Is it the way of Targaryens or is it a sickness of your minds? Your mother says it’s a sin but you can’t get away no matter what you do. You love your brother the same way lovers do.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — It’s written from the Reader’s perspective but she is a Targaryen and she has a name (Rhaella). Also, in this AU Alicent keeps being opposed to the idea of siblings marrying, therefore Aegon and Helaena are not married. I’ve never written a fic with incest before (only with cousins looong time ago while writing for GoT lol). I didn’t feel comfortable enough to write the whole smut scene, you must forgive me. 🙈

WARNINGS — incest, dark themes, religious Reader/OC

WORD COUNT — 2,740

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

TARGARYENS DO HAVE QUEER CUSTOMS

You were your mother’s favorite daughter just like Aemond was her favorite son. She loved Helaena dearly just like you did but Helaena’s way of being was rather distanced and secluded; it seemed to be impossible to form any deeper bond with that odd girl interested in bugs. She was living inside her own world and she would only very rarely let others inside. You and your mother were no exceptions to that rule.

As the youngest daughter and almost the youngest child – with only Prince Daeron younger than you – you were the apple of Queen Alicent’s eye and just like her, you were devoted to the sense of duty and faith.

Faith was important for you both and you would spend long days praying with your mother at the Sept; whispering soft, quiet prayers. You knew what she had been praying for: peaceful life, quiet, a future without the war, an alliance that would keep her children safe and happy. She had been praying for the truce.

Your thoughts often wandered, no matter how hard you were trying to keep your eyes shut; squeezing the eyelids forcefully like you were ordering the sinful thoughts to go away. What could a Princess pray for? A good husband perhaps? Peace in the land? No more suffering for the poor and ill?

No, you prayed for freedom. You wanted to be free of the burden that had to remain a secret deeply hidden.

Finally, one evening you made a decision your mother approved, although not without expressing her surprised face. You wished to become a Septa.

“This will mean giving away your title and your surname, Rhaella,” she reminded you as her gentle hands cradled your cheeks. “I am very proud of you, my love, but are you sure? You’re still young…”

“I am sure, mother,” you nodded your head with tears forming in your eyes. “The surname is nothing but a burden. It’s a curse to be a Targaryen,” you sniffled your tears back.

She only nodded and hugged you while caressing your head. Queen Alicent understood – or at least she thought she did. She didn’t and couldn’t know that you wanted to get away from your brother Aemond.

Aemond was only two years older than you and while growing up he was the closest to you. Aegon was mostly ignoring you as his baby sister, Helaena was expected to spend time with you but she had her odd customs that you weren’t interested in that much, while Daeron was a little baby. Aemond was the one you’d spend most of your days with and both of you were your mother’s favorite children.

There was only one thing Aemond couldn’t seem to live with and it was the fact that you had owned a dragon – Shadowfyre. Once, when you both were children, your brother had been trying to steal him from you and almost got killed in the process.

Aemond was also your first kiss; shyly stolen in the garden when you were seven years old. It was a simple, innocent peck on the lips after listening to Aegon’s bragging about making out with the young maids of the castle.

And after that, nothing was ever the same.

Aemond was overprotective of you and he seemed to always have some sort of excuse to be around you, dance with you, sit next to you during feasts. For everyone around you it was a sign of a bond between the siblings but you had stopped interpreting it this way. Especially when he seemed to look through the depths of your soul while staring at you in his teenage years. You would shyly look down, try to focus on different things but it seemed to be impossible. It was like you two had been destined to fall from grace together.

You knew about Targaryens’ traditions – your father’s first wife had been his cousin and his ancestors often had been marrying their own siblings to keep the blood pure. But had it really been about nothing else? Had they truly been forced to marry each other? You weren’t so sure anymore.

Your mother had always been founding those customs queer and sinful. Marrying your cousin was nothing extraordinary in Westeros but marrying your own sibling was considered to be abnormal, wrong, evil.

But every time Aemond was around, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. When your friends were drooling over knights and young lords, you had your eyes set only on your own brother. Flesh from your flesh and blood of your blood.

In your teenage years, the kisses became more frequent; done in secret here and there and with each time they grew to be more and more passionate, leaving you both breathless but you would always step aside to stop yourselves from any further actions. You never spoke about it with anyone, not even Aemond himself.

The burden of this secret was unbearable. You wanted to throw up every time he entered the room and he remained following you everywhere, hoping for a moment alone, another kiss you would gladly give him despite everything. It would leave you feeling dirty and sinful but you couldn’t deny him a kiss, you couldn’t deny the burning feeling in all of your limbs whenever he was near. His smell, his smile, his stare, his cold slim hands. You wanted all of it, all over you, at all times. It was a constant, bugging thought that no amount of praying could ever wash away.

You were praying at the Sept, squeezing your hands tightly and pressing them to your forehead, trying to focus on the prayer.

You didn’t want to become a Septa. What kind of Princess would give away her titles and surname, the comforts of living in the Red Keep? But you couldn’t see any other way for yourself. You had to get away from him, you had to devote your whole body and soul to the Faith of Seven instead of your own brother.

You were alone at the Sept, staring at the candles in front of you and how their flames danced in the air. You wished to be as free as those flames. Burning brightly, without a care of anything else, being free to do and be anything they wanted to.

The heavy doors opened loudly and you heard the familiar, rushed steps approaching you. Damn him, you thought, shutting your eyes and whispering the prayers faster and faster but it was done mindlessly. Your thoughts were with your brother again.

“I’ve heard you were going away to become a Septa,” Aemond stood in front of you. He sounded angry and you ignored him. “Is that true?” he asked, impatiently but you kept pretending he wasn’t there and whispering your prayers. “Is that true?!” he screamed eventually and you flinched before raising your eyes to meet his intense gaze.

He was beautiful and madly dangerous, you never knew if he wanted to kiss you or hurt you. He had to have mixed feelings just like you did – after all, both of you had been taught by your mother that the customs of your ancestors were sinful.

He had to hate you for craving you the same amount as you hated him for craving him.

“I have to get away from you,” you whispered. “It’s for the both of us,” you added.

“What a sacrifice, my sweet sister,” he smirked and you stood up from your knees to make it less awkward.

My sweet sister, he would always call you that. Was it a reminder for the both of you that you had been nothing but a sibling by blood to him? However, he would always make it sound so deliciously sweet to the point it was inappropriate.

“One of us has to sacrifice and it’s going to be me,” you took a deep breath in. “Being a Septa is much better than being married off for the political alliance one day to some old and disgusting Lord.”

“Much better than being at home?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You know very well I would be sent away sooner or later, if not to become a Septa, then to marry someone. We were never destined to be together,” you lowered your voice as he stood right in front of you; dancing flames reflecting in the pupil of his eye as he looked at you.

“Rhaella…” he whispered your name so sweetly, so… desperately.

“You are nothing but a poison coursing through my veins,” your breaths became shallow as your voice grew weak. “You’re a poisoned thorn in my side I have to remove quickly and painfully. You make me wish I was dead so I didn’t have to go through this torment.”

He remained silent for a while and then he smirked.

“So you feel the same as I do, my sweet sister. Whenever I raise my sword at the training grounds, I think of you, I think that you would leave my thoughts with all the blood and sweat but you never do. You never go away, not even for a second, not even when I’m with other women. I’ve tried everything and you’re still there, you’re a part of me and I am a part of you. You may go even to Essos, my sweetest, but you won’t ever run away from me because I am in you like you are in me,” he leaned in and you swallowed thickly before looking away.

“Do you think we are sick?” you asked and dared to lay your eyes on him again. “Or is it just the way Targaryens are? Please, tell me it’s not that we’re sick.”

“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck whether it’s sickness or not,” he confessed before clashing his lips with yours. You muffled a squeal of surprisement but you gave the kiss back, opening your mouth to let his tongue inside as his hands landed on your shoulders, tugging on the sleeves of your dress.

“Not… Not here…” you gasped between the hasty, hungry kisses. “Not here, please, Aemond…”

However, he wasn’t listening. He had only one thing on his mind.

“Promise me you won’t go… Promise me you will stay in the castle,” his words were slurred as he continued to kiss you messily. “Forever. You’re going to stay here forever, promise me.”

It was making you feel dizzy. Your heart full of desire was at the war with your brain, your sense of honor and duty. Your mother’s teachings against your ancestors’ blood boiling in your veins.

The disgust on your mother’s face when she found out about the wedding of Princess Rhaenyra to her uncle Prince Daemon and the way your heart skipped a beat after hearing those news. How you flustered, how you looked down to hide your fascination… and Aemond’s smirk at you. Even back then, when you both were children. You already knew you had been destined to be together. Sinful or not.

Love had never cared about sinful or not.

“I’ll stay, I’ll stay, I’ll stay,” you chanted breathlessly like a prayer.

You never made it to the bedroom chambers.

“I will speak with her,” you watched Aemond fixing his clothes for the last time as you focused on adjusting the corset of your dress so it would look presentable again.

“No! Don’t you dare!” your eyes widened. “She cannot ever find out. She will disinherit us, cast us out.”

“Would it be so bad, my sweet? It would give us freedom,” he pointed out and you grabbed his sleeve.

“No, I’m begging. Don’t tell mother.”

“You either become my lady wife or I burn this whole Kingdom down,” he gritted between his teeth and walked away after getting away from your grip.

“Your haughtiness will bring you death one day, Aemond,” you whispered but he wasn’t listening and left the Sept.

You ran after him, trying to stop him on the way and reason with him but he remained walking with a serious face on.

When you finally reached the doors of Queen Alicent’s chambers, he pushed them open without knocking and you spotted your surprised and scared mother sitting by the table with your grandfather Otto Hightower. They had been playing cards and gossiping but now they were staring at you both suspiciously.

“What is the meaning of this? Aemond?” your mother stood up. “Why are you entering my chambers without knocking so late in the evening? Has something happened?”

“Aemond, don’t…” you looked at him pleadingly. Not only your mother but also your grandfather was there and you just wanted to die at this very moment so you didn’t have to go through the whole scene.

“Your Grace, I am humbly asking for your permission to marry my sister Princess Rhaella Targaryen,” he stated and you took a step back, scared of your mother’s reaction.

Your grandfather’s eyes widened but Queen Alicent only froze in one place.

“What…? What kind of…? Aemond, Rhaella, this joke is not funny,” her voice trembled. “Whatever you two are doing, this is not funny. Rhaella wants to become a Septa, Aemond, she doesn’t concern herself with marriage anyway.”

“She cannot become a Septa,” Aemond pointed out and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“And why is that so?” your mother raised her eyebrow at him.

“No…” you whispered to him.

“Because I have spoiled her,” he confessed and the silence so thick and deadly filled the room that you could hear your blood coursing through your veins. “And to restore her and mine honor, I would like to take her hand as soon as possible,” Aemond added to break the silence.

Your mother turned her head around very slowly to finally look at you. There was a great amount of disappointment in her eyes. And even a hint of disgust. Your own eyes welled with fresh tears.

“It’s their tradition,” your grandfather surprisingly stood up and joined the conversation. “Allow them to wed each other. Aegon, Helaena and Daeron might straighten our alliances but Aemond and Rhaella can focus on keeping the Targaryen bloodline pure.”

“If you don’t allow us to marry, I will go to my father and speak with him instead,” Aemond added, which made both you and your mother gasp.

“You would betray me and go to the man you hate so deeply?” she asked.

“You know how deep my love is for you, mother, but yes, I would. I hope that makes you understand how determined I am,” Aemond nodded.

Queen Alicent pursed her lips in a thin line before eventually laying her eyes on you once again. You were trembling but you bravely kept looking back at her instead of lowering your gaze.

“And what is it that you want, Rhaella?” she asked you.

“My heart has belonged to Aemond since he was nine and I was seven,” you whispered almost inaudibly but she could hear you very well.

“How could I be so blind?” she sighed. “You two should have been separated much earlier.”

“No separation would ever make any difference, mother,” Aemond explained.

“Don’t blame yourself,” you took a step ahead and approached her to put your hands on her shoulders. “It is not your fault, you were nothing but the best example for us. I know you have been trying your best to raise us properly and your teachings have always been right. It is not your fault that we are cursed with Targaryen blood,” you tried to cheer her up by showing sympathy. “But we are still your children and we love you dearly.”

Queen Alicent looked at her father and Otto Hightower nodded his head.

“They say that the Targaryens are the strongest when united,” he said.

“You are,” she whispered eventually to you and caressed your face. “You are my children,” there was no disgust in her eyes anymore and you sighed with relief. “I knew that the man I had married was of a different blood and so would my children be. I love you, Rhaella,” she cracked a smile, “Aemond,” her eyes found his. “I will allow you to marry if that is your wish even if I personally find that idea repulsive at least.”

You hugged her tightly and after a short while of hesitation, she put her arms around you as well to squeeze you tighter and kiss your temple.

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daenysx · 10 months

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Just one of those days when you feel ugly and you feel like you cant do anything about it but just cry. Aemond just loving on reader having one of these days

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thank you for this request, angel! i've been having these kind of days more often recently, it feels too relatable so it took less time to write. i hope you like this!

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you stand in front of the mirror in the bedroom, carefully inspect the image you see. your eyes move to look at your face clearly, your head leans into the mirror to see better. you look at your body, your hands on your waist as you frown and close your eyes with an exhausted exhale.

"i made us coffee, aren't you-" you hear aemond's voice, then his footsteps. "baby, what are you doing?" he asks, standing by the door.

you shake your head as if the action will help you get rid of your fresh tears. "nothing. nothing, i'll be there in a second."

aemond lifts an eyebrow, worried over the tone of your voice. you turn your back to him, your hands cover your eyes with a harsh movement. he steps into the room, holding you from behind as he tries to understand what happened.

"aemond, please. i'm fine, okay? nothing happened."

his hand holds yours as he tries to keep you from hurting yourself with your stiff fingers. "you're trying to stop yourself from crying, sweetheart. i'm sorry but this doesn't seem fine to me."

a quiet sob from you makes his heart clench with worry. he holds your body, tries to help you with your balance as you cry. "would you like to tell me why?" he asks with a gentle voice.

you point the mirror. "that's why." your voice comes out muffled and sad.

"i don't get it, baby, what's wrong with the mirror?"

you shake your head. "not the mirror. me. the way i look."

the puzzle pieces in his head become complete. he knows you feel uncomfortable about yourself once in a while. maybe something triggered the idea, maybe you made yourself think worse about the way you look. he takes a deep breath.

"you know, you don't have to try to comfort me. i can already see the truths. i'll feel better eventually, i know that too. it's not like i can do anything to change myself." you say.

he smiles, cups your cheeks with his hands to have an eye contact. "i just wish you could see yourself from my eyes."

"i'm not expecting you to have an objective opinion, aemond. it's just- the way i see myself. i don't like what i see."

he nods. "i can understand that, but there's no way for me to understand how you make yourself believe you look somehow bad."

you point the mirror again. "because it's right there! look at my eyes and how tired i look. i always look tired even when i sleep okay, i don't know how to fix my eyes. look at my posture, i just can't-"

aemond listens you rambling about yourself, every little flaw you see on the mirror. every little thing that makes you feel like you don't worth it. he lets you talk about them, never interrupts your thoughts. that's the hardest thing he does when your voice becomes shaky as you talk about yourself.

you keep telling him for minutes, the coffee he made for you long forgotten. you talk about everything, detailing every thought.

"is there anything else you want to tell me, hmm?" he asks when you stay silent.

you shrug. "i hope not, i already feel terrible."

he holds your hand and leads you to bed. he sits and pulls you on his lap, you try to settle down, feeling tired from your outburst.

he doesn't let go of your hand, kisses the back of it with affection. "do you want to hear my honest opinion?"

you nod. "please."

"i hate how unfair you are when you talk about yourself. i hate how you always focus on the good side of everyone else, but never the good things about yourself. i hate how you can manage to talk so low of what i love, what i admire everyday."

"aemond-"

"i'm not finished, sweetheart. i know it's hard to believe for you, because you've never seen yourself like i've seen you. i know you don't ever give yourself credit for your accomplishments. i know how you always crave the best, the most perfect. i just hate how you act so blind, so careless, so simple when it comes to yourself."

you bury your face to his neck. he keeps talking. "it's so easy for you to give your friends compliments, right? it's not hard when you say the most beautiful things to me, because you feel like it. you see the best of people, the best of me even in the times when i feel like i don't deserve it. you see me as someone worthy of your pretty words because that's how you perceive people. i just wish you'd do the same for yourself."

"it's not easy." you say. "i want to feel better about myself, but it's not easy."

he nods, his one hand holding yours as you play with his fingers and his other rubbing your back. "i know, baby. i also know you can do anything you want to. you are not alone in this. you'll never be alone in this."

"how can you promise? how can you be so certain?"

he smiles. "you don't believe me when i say i know my girl? i know you, i love you." he kisses your lips. "i love you."

"i love you, too."

he kisses you again. "you can have bad days. it can happen, there's nothing unusual about that. i just need you to be kind to yourself. hmm?"

you nod. "i can try."

another kiss on your forehead. "everything you just told me, everything you see as a flaw- they are just the things i love most about you, the things that make you special. i fall in love with every one of them, i admire them, i consider myself lucky because i can see them everyday."

he kisses you again as you hold his hand in yours like your life depends on it. "will you-will you help me feel better? i don't want to feel like this- i hate feeling like this." you say.

"of course i'll help you, sweetheart. i can't let my girl think badly of herself. you deserve the world. you are my world."

you feel a lot better and calmer as he talks to you with a soft, convincing voice. he rubs your back with a gentle hand, he lets you play with the rings on his fingers, he presses his lips on your earlobe and your neck.

"would you like to have a cup of coffee now? we can watch a movie, too."

you nod. "sounds good."

he never lets you go for the rest of the day, never lets you get in front of the mirror again, never lets go of your hand. he never lets you doubt yourself, he is always there with his lovely distractions and sweet words.

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