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Ashes of The Dragons

pairing: aemond targaryen x elaenyra velaryon (my oc)

summary: after six years and a dramatic event, prince aemond and princess elaenyra are brought back together.

warnings: SMUT, 18+ content, mature themes and language, uncle/niece incest, p in v sex, oral (female receiving), hand and finger kink, finger sucking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, soft and rough sex, valyrian fluff

word count: 8814

Ashes of The Dragons

"When family splits into Green and Black and blood is split, Blue cries her tears and Black ceases their rage, but Green persists until the last one dies. In the darkness of night, Green will join Blue, becoming Black. Blue will follow Black, and Green will follow Blue."

*

Elaenyra sat at the Painted Table with a book in her lap. The rough material of the leather was smooth beneath her hands, and the words on the paper, though in High Valyrian were clear in the common tongue in her eyes. In the distance on the island of Dragonstone, she could hear the faint roaring of Aenarys. The beastly dragon, though older, was still as temperamental as ever. Looking from the book on her lap to the window, she was hoping that her uncle and now good-father would be coming back soon.

Daemon always was kind to her, even when they had just met and he began teaching her the way of the blade and keeping her still wild dragon under control. He quickly grew to become a father figure for Elaenyra. Like her uncle, Aemond, Elaenyra claimed her dragon after the funeral of her aunt, Laena Velaryon. While holding the book in her lap, she also held the scroll from said uncle. It was the first one since the incident six years ago.

The door to the chamber opened, and in came her mother, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.

"The conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army." Jacaerys translated. Elaenyra had always grown superstitious about his Valyrian education, considering the possibility he would not absorb the knowledge very well. And he wasn't. Maester Gerardys resumed.

"Se Blakuata Rasho dranot vilinio viartis." He spoke. Though he spoke in Valyrian, Elaenyra heard it in the common tongue, much like the case with her book. Jacaerys exhaled.

"And landed at the Blackwater Rush." He said. Rhaenyra walked closer, hand on her pregnant bump and softly rubbing.

"Dranot." Rhaenyra corrected.

"Dranot. Dranot. Dranot. At the end?" He asked. Elaenyra chuckled.

"The mouth." Elaenyra corrected.

"Mouth! Ah, come on, Jace, you knew that." He groaned. Elaenyra looked at her mother and smiled. Rhaenyra placed her hand on her daughter's head and played with her braid, also smiling.

"Dranot. Dranot." Jace repeated. Rhaenyra walked from her daughter's side to the other side of the Painted Table.

"Dranot vilinio viartis." Gerardys repeated.

"Dranot. Dranot. Come on, Jace." He groaned.

"Perhaps that's enough for this morning," Rhaenyra said.

"No, no. I-I want to keep going." Jace said. Rhaenyra looked surprised, but let her son continue anyway. "Maester."

"Guesi misenakson Aegon undas." Gerardys said.

"Aegon... ordered that the trees should be... killed!" Jace cheered. Elaenyra again laughed at her brother.

"Felled. It is a related word." Elaenyra said. Jacaerys groaned.

"I don't expect you to learn High Valyrian in a day, Jace," Rhaenyra said. Jacaerys huffed.

"A king should honour the traditions of his forebears!" He exclaimed. Elaenyra raised a brow at him.

"Unless you plan to depose mother and me, you have plenty of time to study." Elaenyra quipped. Jace fell silent. "Besides, you should have learned at the same time as me, and not just ways to command Vermax." Jace turned to her.

"Why is that?" He asked. Elaenyra closed the book and placed it on the table.

"I have a theory; when you are younger and learning a new language, the brain can absorb it much easier. Mainly derived from the brain's elasticity and rapid neural formation, or the critical period." Elaenyra spoke. Rhaenyra looked from her daughter to her son with a nod. Daemon walked in shortly after.

"Leave us," Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra quickly grabbed the book and scroll and left the room to the library. As soon as she stepped in, the servants had lit a fire in the large hearth. Though the fire was raging, Elaenyra grabbed the thick fur blanket hanging off a cushion and sat down with it draped over her legs, and placed the book back in her lap.

Opening it back up, Elaenyra looked upon the scroll that sat between two pages. Grabbing it, she began re-reading it.

Dearest Princess,

I do not think I have ever connected with any other person the way I have with you. When I picture you in my mind, that is when I feel it. The sudden sense of hope. You give me hope. You make any problem of mine melt into nothingness. No one else can do that for me but you. You are special.

Do you know that I have long loved you? It is most likely known by you, certainly your mother and mine, but I am going to say it again. There are no lies in these words, not one at all. Your smile has kept me alive. It is the one reason to keep me fighting. I would give you my soul for comfort, even if it leaves me dark and cold.

It feels like I have to once again greet you with goodbye.

Yours always,

Aemond

Oh, Aemond. Elaenyra set the parchment down and looked into the flames. Through the flames, she could see recollections of her memories with Aemond. From being infants and attending lessons together, to growing up together as close friends and claiming the largest dragons at the same time at Driftmark. Aenarys was closer to Vhagar than Meraxes, though he was the brother of Queen Rhaenys' dragon.

"You seem quite a contempt to lecture your brother." A voice said. Turning her head to the source of the sound, was Daemon walking into the library and sitting in the chair next to her.

"Care to explain what you mean?" Elaenyra jested with a smile, to which Daemon responded with his own.

"Your intelligence will be remembered, my dear," Daemon said. Elaenyra looked at him, softly smiling and leaning back in her chair, sighing in contentment.

"Maybe the only thing I will be remembered for. Other than my father is 'The Rogue Prince' and has proved himself to be a menace." She said. Daemon agreed.

"And the person who will wield Dark Sister after I die. You will use it to defend those who need it; innocents, family, and those who must prove themselves." Daemon said. Elaenyra chuckled.

"You have faith in me with a blade like that? A blade like that and the dragon I have, perhaps you are right, I will be remembered as what you said." She said. Daemon nodded.

*

Targaryen relics in the Red Keep were gone. In their place was Faith of the Seven propaganda. Seven pointed stars and the erotica on the walls were removed. It was shameful. The room she was given was no different from the one she stayed in when she was a girl: red canopy silks, a plethora of bookcases, and large windows. A raging fireplace, and a clear view of both the sea and the streets of the grand city. Elaenyra stood at the door leading to a balcony, closing her eyes and sighing as the breeze from the sea ran through her hair.

"Are your quarters comfortable?" A voice asked. Turning, she saw Ser Criston Cole. She had heard stories about him, and what he had done at her mother and father's wedding; killing his paramour. And the words and actions he has spat against her mother.

"Yes, Sir Criston. Thank you." She said in a soft tone. He nodded before continuing. Though he may have committed questionable acts, Elaenyra still kept up her kindness to him, in hopes of swaying his opinions. It would later prove futile.

"You have been summoned by Princess Rhaenyra." He said. Elaenyra slowly nodded and he held the door open.

"Thank you, but an escort will not be necessary, Ser Criston." She said and walked past him. He nodded. Walking the corridors, her fingers caressed the old brick walls. Under her fingers, she could feel the ages pass by her like the sea breeze. She continued walking until she saw a man with long ivory hair and a black eyepatch. Looking at him, she recognized the boy who was the dragonless prince, Aemond Targaryen. He walked past her without a word, until she turned back to see him looking at her with a smirk on his face. Her limbs froze under his eye, and memories flooded through her. From the times when they were children talking about the greatness of dragons to silently exchanging kisses in the corridors. And especially to him losing an eye after claiming the great she-dragon, Vhagar. In his one eye, she could see a glint of surprise and disbelief at her presence. She turned her head forward and continued walking towards her mother's chamber.

Approaching the heavy door, she knocked and opened it. Inside stood Rhaenyra in a lavish gown and her good-father sitting next to her. They were talking about Viserys I, and from the conversation, Elaenyra could estimate that his condition has worsened terribly.

"Mother," Elaenyra called. Rhaenyra smiled and approached her daughter, wrapping her in a hug.

"You seem tired," Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra scoffed.

"That's a lot coming from you." She pointed out and rubbed her mother's stomach. Rhaenyra chuckled.

"Well, you came in on dragonback. Long distances like that can be exhausting." Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra scoffed once again, making Rhaenyra smile at her.

"Anything to make Alicent tremble," Elaenyra spoke in Valyrian. Rhaenyra shushed her with a smile.

"You need to rest for the time when the petition arrives, and wash up little one. You reek of dragon." Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra went to speak up, but the sound of knocking interrupted her thoughts. The door opened revealing Aemond.

"Princess." He bowed his head.

"Aemond." Rhaenyra acknowledged. Aemond stepped in.

"If I may, could I steal Elaenyra away for a bit?" He asked. Rhaenyra looked from the ivory-haired man to her daughter and nodded. Elaenyra approached Aemond, letting him raise an arm to keep at her back as they walked out of the room. 

*

The walk was quiet, just the sounds of feet on the stone floors and their breaths. Aemond's arm went from her back to linking with her arm, and the feeling of his cool leather tunic against her skin made her shiver. Aemond stopped the two of them and looked out one of the many windows. Elaenyra stood by his side as they looked out at the sea, seeing Vhagar and her dragon, Aenarys flying together. Very suddenly Elaenyra was overtaken by an image playing in her head. 

"The ages will turn them to stone." She said out of the blue, making Aemond hum in question.

"I saw it so clearly. The next hundred years. The dragons will be dead, and the house of the dragon will be left to only a daughter. The remaining dragon eggs will turn to stone and never hatch. That time will come sooner than I think it will." Elaenyra responded. Aemond looked at her, curiosity in his eye, he reached his free hand to her and delicately held her hand, his fingers playing with hers before they finally conjoined their fingers.

"You've grown." He said. She chuckled.

"As have you," Elaenyra said with a smile. The two continued through the castle. The air was silent, but peaceful to both of them. Even as they approached the Godswood and stood beneath its leaves. Elaenyra stepped forward and stood by the bark of the tree. Aemond stepped back and watched her crouch before it, hand placed on the bark.

"This may be the only place in this blasted castle that will bring me any form of comfort." She said. Aemond watched as her eyes closed and she breathed in the air. Aemond was not afraid to admit to himself that he stared at her, and even more that he felt everything around him pause as he watched the wind blow through her hair.

He only stopped when he realized that her other hand had dug into the earth on her side. And the vein making itself known on her neck and forehead.

"Are you-" Elaenyra stood abruptly and walked towards Aemond.

"For the King's suffering, did the maesters prescribe the removal of Targaryen heraldry and the installation in its stead of various statues and stars?" Elaenyra blurted out. Aemond looked at her with shock, before she heavily exhaled and placed a hand on her forehead.

He approached her and grasped her hands.

"Is that what worries you?" Aemond asked. Reluctantly, she shook her head.

"What worries me is that the home I have grown up in has become a shell of what I remember. I was excited to come back, but everything has changed and home no longer feels like home." Elaenyra said. Aemond rubbed the back of her hand and sighed.

"I agree with you on that matter. I have also felt a little out of place here a brief time ago." He agreed. Elaenyra looked up at him with a raised brow and a smile.

"Brief?" She questioned. Aemond chuckled and leaned his head forward, placing his forehead on hers.

"Before I was told you and your family were coming back. Until then, the only thing that brought me comfort was being on Vhagar's back." Aemond admitted. Elaenyra chuckled.

"I remember your first ride on her," Elaenyra commented. Aemond scoffed.

"I would hope you remember considering you had claimed Aenarys at the same time. We flew side by side at Driftmark that day." Aemond said. Elaenyra smiled at him. Returning the favour, Elaenyra rubbed the back of Aemond's hands.

"How is Vhagar? Aenarys has been restless, and I imagine Vhagar has been the same." Elaenyra said. Aemond nodded.

"The histories have sung that they are closer than any other pair. It shouldn't come as a surprise when they are in distress when separated." He said.

*

Otto stood before the Iron Throne, both the Greens and the Blacks gathered in the room, and Vaemond Velaryon, Elaenyra's uncle. Elaenyra kept looking to the Greens' side to see Aemond looking right at her, a smirk on his face and eye gleaming with admiration. 

"Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters," Otto said and sat on the throne. "The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon."

Vaemond stepped forward in the room before the Hand and the throne.

"My Queen. My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins." Vaemond claimed. Elaenyra rolled her eyes.

"As it does in my children, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition." Rhaenyra argued. Alicent cut into Rhaenyra's statement.

"You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard." Alicent intervened. Her motive was noble, allowing one to stake his claim, but her voice made Elaenyra cringe. Elaenyra looked over at Alicent, but Aemond was looking right at Elaenyra, the same look in his eye. Vaemond turned to Rhaenyra. Elaenyra looked at Daemon and Dark Sister on his hip. She was tempted to draw the blade herself and cut down Vaemond for looking at her mother that way.

"What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours." Vaemond said and turned back to the Hand and the Queen. "My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor...the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides." 

"Thank you, Ser Vaemond," Otto said. Vaemond turned on his heel and stepped off the floor.

"Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon," Otto said. Rhaenyra stepped forward with her arms crossed over her bump.

"If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very--" The doors opened. Rhaenyra turned, and all the attention turned to the door.

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm." A guard announced. Viserys stumbled through the doors. Half his face was covered with a gilded mask, his hair had all but fallen out and his face was littered with scarring. Elaenyra noticed the look of fear and dread on Alicent's face and the bewilderment on Rhaenyra's face. Viserys turned and faced Otto.

"I will sit the throne today." He stated. 

"Your Grace." Otto acknowledged. Viserys stepped to the throne, limping, and a guard stepped forward to help him.

"I will be fine. I will be fine." Viserys said. Stepping forward, his crown fell onto the crown. Daemon stepped forward, picking the crown off the ground and holding it. 

"I said I'm fine," Viserys said. Once he turned and saw it was Daemon that stood by him, he made no objections.

"Come on," Daemon whispered. Daemon helped him up to the throne and sat on it. Daemon reached forward, placed the crown on his head, and stepped back before rejoining his family, as did Rhaenyra. 

"I must... admit... my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys' wishes is the Princess Rhaenys." Viserys said. All eyes turned to Rhaenys.

"Indeed, Your Grace," Rhaenys said and stepped forward. "It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree." Rhaenys proposed. Elaenyra smiled to herself, again meeting Aemond's eye and seeing a hidden one grace his face.

"Well... the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides." Viserys proclaimed. Vaemond grew enraged.

"You break law... and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me... who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it." Vaemond said. Elaenyra swallowed the lump in her throat. The tension began growing.

"Allow it?" Viserys questioned. "Do not forget yourself, Vaemond."

"That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine," Vaemond shouted. Rhaenyra turned to Lucerys.

"Go to your chambers. You have said enough." Rhaenyra said. 

"Lucerys is my true-born grandson. And you... are no more than the second son of Driftmark." Viserys countered.

"You... may run your house as you see fit... but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned... I will not see it ended on the account of this--" Vaemond stopped himself. Daemon stepped in. 

"Say it." Daemon encouraged. His eyes flashed with anger, and Elaenyra did the same as she stood by Daemon, eyes burning into Vaemond with the fury of a thousand dragons. Aemond could see that from her as well, and he stood on the complete opposite side of the throne room.

"Her children... are bastards! And she... is... a whore." Vaemond accused. Viserys stood from the throne and drew the Catpaw from his hip.

"I... will have your tongue for that," Viserys said. In a flash, Daemon had stood behind Vaemond and sliced half his head, and Vaemond's body dropped to the floor. The Greens all stepped back, with Helaena covering her ears and trembling.

"He can keep his tongue," Daemon said. Elaenyra watched with admonishment. 

"Disarm him!" The guards called.

"No need," Daemon said, wiping the blood off his sword. Elaenyra saw Aemond look from Vaemond's body, and to see Daemon with a newfound look of admiration. It shocked Elaenyra. Viserys groaned and fell forward.

"Call the maesters!" Alicent called and rushed to Viserys, as did Rhaenyra.

"Father?" Rhaenyra asked. Elaenyra stepped forward, as did Aemond, but he walked to Elaenyra and held her in his arms. Elaenyra could see the shock and disappointment in Aegon, but a silent cheer resonated through Helaena. Elaenyra walked from Aemond to the still-trembling Helaena and held her small hands in Elaenyra's gloved ones.

"Please, my love. You must take something for the pain." Alicent pleaded, holding Viserys in her arms.

"I will not cloud my mind. I must set things right." Viserys said. The maesters came and quickly dragged away Viserys. Elaenyra never had much of a relationship with Viserys, but the idea of her losing her grandsire when she still had much to do made her stomach churn, and Aemond knew it. Aemond rubbed his hand on the small of her back. Alicent watched, disgusted and fuming at her son's actions, but the son could not care less.

*

All the Greens and Blacks stood around the table. Elaenyra sat in between Aegon and Jacaerys, directly in front of where Viserys will be sitting. Indistinct conversations surrounded the room until the doors opened. Everyone stood as Viserys was carried into the room. Everyone sat back down, and Elaenyra noticed Aemond eying her.

"How good it is to see you all tonight, together," Viserys said. The room fell into silence, and the only notable tension was Aemond and Elaenyra giving each other secret looks across the table.

"Prayer before we begin?" Alicent questioned.

"Yes," Viserys responded. Everyone folded their hands over the table.

"May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest." Alicent prayed. Elaenyra opened her eyes to see Daemon smirking. Elaenyra quickly grabbed a grape and threw it at Daemon, making him silently chuckle. She looked over to see Aemond eying her and also silently chuckling.

"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes... and their betrothed" Viserys began. Everyone raised their glasses.

"Hear, hear!" Daemon cheered.

"Well done, Jace. You'll finally get to lie with a woman." Aegon said between Elaenyra to Jacaerys. Jacaerys set his goblet down and leaned back in the chair, biting back a response.

"Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys... the future Lord of the Tides," Viserys said, and everyone again raised their glasses.

"Hear, hear," Baela said.

"You'll be great." Rhaena encouraged. Elaenyra smiled to herself. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and for once after so long, she was happy.

"You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle? Where to put your cock and all that?" Aegon pressed. Elaenyra grimaced. 

"Let it be, cousin," Baela added. Elaenyra grabbed a knife and hid it under her napkin sitting over her dress.

"You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed," Jacaerys responded. Viserys stood from the chair.

"It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world... yet grown so distant from each other in the years past." He begun. Viserys reached up and began unclasping the mask. Pulling it off, he set it on the table. He had a hole through the side of his mouth, and an eye missing from its socket. "My own face... is no longer a handsome one... if indeed it ever was. But tonight... I wish you to see me... as I am. Not just a King... but your father. Your brother. Your husband... and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems... walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown... then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly." He said and dropped back in his seat.

Elaenyra looked from Aemond and Lucerys. Uncertain and on edge. Rhaenyra stood, glass raised and head high.

"I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood... more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with... unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that, she has my gratitude... and my apology." Rhaenyra declared and sat down. Elaenyra felt tears come to her eyes.

"Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers... and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow." Alicent said and stood from her chair. "I raise my cup to you and to your house. You will make a fine queen."

Otto looked up at Alicent with his brow raised. Everyone drank. Aegon stood and walked by Baela to fill his cup.

"I... I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer. But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask." Aegon poked at Jacaerys and Baela. Jacaerys shot from his chair, slamming his hands on the table and getting the attention of everyone in the room, and even Aemond stood, ready to defend his brother. Jacaerys raised his cup, and "punched" Aegon's shoulder.

"To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth." Jacaerys said. Elaenyra raised her brows as she drank. Fond memories? The last memory you have is Luke taking his bloody eye. "And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family's good health, dear uncles." Jacaerys finished and drank.

"To you as well," Aegon said, and Aemond sat back down.

"Beware the beast beneath the boards," Helaena spoke to herself.

"Well done, my boy," Viserys said. Helaena shot up with her glass in hand. 

"I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They'll be married soon. It isn't so bad. Mostly he just ignores you... except sometimes when he's drunk." Helaena said with a smile. Elaenyra laughed into her wine, as did Daemon. Seven bless her. 

"Good," Otto said.

"Let us have some music," Viserys said, pounding the floor with his cane. Jace stood and walked to Helaena, holding his hand out. The two stood to dance. Looking around the table, Elaenyra felt true joy in her heart. The faces of the people in her family, though some may have been more reluctant, they were still family. But, it also felt wrong. It was as if they were all actors in a play, pretending to be a happy family when so much backstabbing and dishonesty had spread rampantly. The Greens and their undisputed hatred towards Elaenyra's mother, and the history of Rhaenyra and Alicent.

From being best friends to enemies in a small number of years. Especially with Alicent getting fed lies from Ser Otto daily.

"Guards," Alicent called. As Viserys was carried out, the large pan of roasted pig entered. When set down, Elaenyra saw Aemond and Lucerys staring each other down. Before Aemond slammed his hand on the table and stood up, glass in hand.

"Final tributes." He said. All eyes were on him now. And Elaenyra remembers Aemond as one to be more secluded and quiet. This was new. Aemond turned his head and looked at Elaenyra.

"First. To my lovely, beautiful, and pure Princess, Elaenyra Velaryon. I promise to always be dutiful towards you and protect you from all the dangers of the world." He toasted. Elaenyra looked at him, shocked and her mouth slightly opened. Her chest heaved under her dress and her face flushed pink. Everyone else at the table had the same expression; shocked, confused, and disappointed from Alicent, Otto, Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Aegon. Helaena smiled at her brother and raised her glass

"Velaryon? She'll be a Targaryen soon and bare Aemond's children." Helaena said. Elaenyra hid her red face behind her hands. Aemond drank from the cup at his sister's words.

"And how many beautiful she will bare," Aemond added. Gods, take me now. 

"Finally. To the health of my nephews: Jace...Luke...and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise...strong." Aemond said. Alicent folded her hands together.

"Aemond." The Queen scolded.

"Come...Let us drain our cups to these three...Strong boys." He said. Elaenyra grimaced.

"I dare you to say that again." Jace combated. 

"Why? 'Twas only a compliment." Aemond argued. Jace approached Aemond, and Aemond approached Jace. "Do you not think yourself Strong?" He questioned. Before Jace was able to throw his punch, Elaenyra shot up and grabbed Jace by his hair, and threw him to the ground in front of Helaena. 

"Stop this madness! Did you not hear what our grandsire said about the House of the Dragon?!" Elaenyra shouted. Rhaenyra and Daemon approached and stood in front of Jace, Luke, and Elaenyra.

"Why would you say such a thing before these people?" Alicent questioned Aemond.

"I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother. Mm, thought it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs." Aemond responded. Elaenyra huffed and turned to Aemond, slapping him hard across his face. That alone took the entire assembly by surprise. Even though Aemond had lost an eye, the harsh delivery of Elaenyra's slap looked like that hurt him more. Elaenyra stormed out of the room, slamming the doors behind her.

*

Elaenyra walked the halls of the Keep, fists balled by her side and her brow knitted together. As she walked, she realized she had begun approaching the Queen's Apartments. Walking by the door, she could hear faint voices growing much louder and that the heavy door was cracked open.

"Is that what you are? A traitor?!" It was Alicent who yelled, but at who, Elaenyra did not yet know. Until a voice was quick to answer.

"You call me a traitor for loving someone? For caring?" It was Aemond. Elaenyra stood by the doorframe as she listened in.

"You care? You betrayed our family, Aemond!" Alicent again shouted.

"What fucking family are we? You sit here waiting for father to die, and what a beautiful love story you have! You have only expressed care over Aegon because he was the only reason father wanted you, for a son. Then the rest of us came, and we mean nothing to you. You call me a traitor, but it was you who split this family, all because of your desire to have Aegon be crowned king, and it was you who learned me of betrayal!" He shouted in response. Elaenyra froze in her spot before the sound of his heavy steps approaching the door brought her back to reality. He stopped before the door.

"If I will ever have a family, it will be the one I make with Elaenyra, and no one will stop me from marrying her." He said and walked out of the room. Elaenyra quickly moved from the area, hastily looking to follow wherever Aemond had gone, but the winding of the halls took hold of her and she found herself lost. Until she followed the sound of a raging brazier, and into the throne room she went. Standing before the throne, Elaenyra slowly approached the magnificent piece of history with her hand outstretched. Very gently, Elaenyra grasped the pummel of a sword. She looked up at it, preserving this moment in her mind. Even while she looked at it, her mind replayed all the events that had transpired centuries before her. Aegon the Dragon and his sisters, King Aenys and Maegor the Cruel, with his Black Brides, and the sights of him upon Balerion and Visenya on Vhagar, and the peaceful reign of her great-grandsire, Jaehaerys.

"The swords of Aegon the Dragon's enemies all melted and forged together with the inferno of Balerion the Black Dread. But I'm sure you knew that." A voice said. Elaenyra turned her head and saw Aemond descending the steps. Turning her head back, she looked at the charred metal of the swords.

"Everyone knows that, Aemond." She responded. She heard him chuckle and his steps approach. She could feel his heat radiating onto her. Elaenyra sighed.

"You should sit on it. I think you would look magnificent." He said. She laughed, before turning her back to the throne and slowly sitting down. Her other hand rested on the side of the throne, and with a playful smile, Aemond dropped to one knee before her.

"Mayhaps it should be you that becomes Queen after your mother has completed her reign," Aemond said, head down. Elaenyra again chuckled. 

"And would you be my King?" She asked. He raised his head.

"If you'd have me." He said hand pressed to his heart. She smiled. When moving her hand to extend it to him, a blade from the throne sliced the palm of her hand. She hissed and looked at the blood dripping from her hand to the stone floor. 

"When family splits into Green and Black and blood is split, Blue cries her tears and Black ceases their rage, but Green persists until the last one dies. In the darkness of night, Green will join Blue, becoming Black. Blue will follow Black, and Green will follow Blue." Elaenyra whispered. Aemond looked at her, confused until he looked upon her dripping palm. Standing up, his hand gently cupped her palm and raised it to his lips. Looking into her eyes, he licked at the blood streaming from the cut. The metallic taste lingered on his tongue, and the aftertaste of fire and brimstone remained much longer. 

Still holding her hand, he pulled her from the throne and began leading her from the grand hall. The sound of a kingsguard knight approaching stopped both Aemond and Elaenyra. It was Ser Criston Cole.

"My prince, my princess. His Grace has called for the both of you." He said. The two looked at each other before going to where Viserys had stayed.

*

The door opened, letting Elaenyra and Aemond inside the King's chambers. The room was dark, save for a few lit candelabras by the King's bedside. Pulling back the curtain and standing at his bedside, Viserys faintly opened his remaining eye and reached his hand out for Elaenyra. She grabbed it and squeezed, trying to fight the burn in her throat.

"Your Grace," Elaenyra whispered. He forced himself up and groaned in discomfort. Within the next hour, he was going to be gone.

"My granddaughter, my son." Viserys acknowledged. Elaenyra wiped away the tears on her cheek. Viserys pointed over to a stationary kit, and Aemond walked over, grabbing it and holding the quill in his hand.

"Write what I say, my son." Viserys pleaded and Aemond nodded. Opening his eye, Viserys looked at his son.

"I, Viserys of House Targaryen, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, hereby declare that upon my death, my granddaughter, Elaenyra, daughter of my heir, Princess Rhaenyra, wed my son, Prince Aemond of House Targaryen." Viserys declared. Quickly writing it all, Aemond handed it to Viserys to sign it. Signing it and sealing it with a golden dragon wax seal, Aemond set it aside and looked upon Viserys.

With a heavy inhale, Viserys began speaking.

"My son, Aemond, please forgive me for my absence through your life, both yours and your siblings. Aegon, Helaena, Daeron, Rhaenyra, and you, my children, my beloved children. Forgive me for my sins." Viserys pleaded.

"Father--" Aemond paused.

"Mayhaps if I had been more present in your lives, all this hatred and grief would not have happened. Please forgive me, and make peace where I failed." Viserys begged. In a rapid motion, Aemond grabbed his father's free hand. Elaenyra stepped back, letting them have their moment in peace and silence.

"Love each other, you and Elaenyra, like I should have loved your mother," Viserys said. Aemond nodded. The two sat in silence for a long number of minutes until Elaenyra walked back, kissing Viserys on the forehead and trying her hardest to keep the broken sob from leaving her mouth.

"Goodnight, grandfather." She said. He weakly smiled at her as Aemond and Elaenyra left the room and closed the heavy door behind them. Aemond grasped her hand, seeing the blood in her palm.

"Come, I'll take care of your wound." He said, and began leading her away, to Aemond's apartments.

*

Opening the door, Aemond let Elaenyra into the large room. Elaenyra marvelled at the height of the ceilings and the raging inferno in the quartz fireplace. Pillars decorated the walls and silk curtains draped from them, hiding a large bed. The windows spanned from the floor to the ceiling, with a view of the city and a balcony.

"Elaenyra." He called. Elaenyra turned her head to see Aemond holding linen in his hand. "For your wound." He finished. Elaenyra walked over and extended her hand to him. Elaenyra watched as he wrapped the bandage around her cut. Aemond secured it, but still did not release her hand. Elaenyra only looked at where he held her wounded hand. It was calloused and built from years of training, and Elaenyra revelled in the feeling of his skin on her. It was clear now to Elaenyra. The lightning sparked to life under his skin, heating his blood like the dragon he was. And Alicent will never understand that for all she sees is her baby, her dutiful Aemond.

His eye held a wild glint in it, completely different from the drunken shine of his worthless and vile brother. Elaenyra withdrew her hand and looked into his eye. To her surprise, Aemond had a bashful look on his face.

"We were children when last we saw another," Aemond said. She nodded and raised her hand to rest on his tunic, slowly going up until she reached his collar.

"Elaenyra." He whispered.

"We are no longer children." She whispered. Nodding, Aemond stepped closer to her, faces inches from one another. Elaenyra leaned forward a bit, looking at Aemond for permission. When he nodded, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Their lips together felt like fire sparking into a raging inferno as Aemond pressed his body against her, hands tangling into her curly tresses. Elaenyra sighed into the kiss as Aemond bit into her lower lip. The metal taste of her blood danced on his tongue and set his body aflame. 

"Your taste is so sweet, Elaenyra." He said. Elaenyra slowly pulled back, desiring the feeling of Aemond's lips to linger a bit longer. Her hands reached behind his head to undo the wrapping that tied his hair back, letting it fall and fan around his shoulders. Her head leaned forward, foreheads connecting.

"I want you." She whispered. Grabbing her hand, Aemond led her through the curtains to the grand bed. Standing to the side of the bed, Aemond held her head in his hands as he pressed another desire-fueled kiss to her silky lips. He was hesitant. Elaenyra reached up and grasped his wrists, looking into his eye as he pulled back.

"Fall into me and I'll catch you." She whispered. He nodded, hands withdrawing and reaching the back of her dress, untying the laces and pulling the dress from her shoulders. Aemond's lips pressed against each inch of skin that was revealed, and she grasped handfuls of leather on his vest.

"Aemond." Elaenyra whimpered. Her mouth fell open with a gasp as he bit into her skin. Pulling back, he looked at the growing red mark on her shoulder with satisfaction. 

"I love you." He admitted. "I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, I will always be yours." He spoke. Elaenyra quietly sniffled as her eyes grew glossy. His hands held her face and wiped away a tear.

"Don't cry, my love. Please don't." He said. She shook her head, beginning to undo the claspings on his vest, and pulled it off, moving to the laces of his shirt. Slowly pulling it off, Elaenyra let her eyes wander over his torso and upper chest. He was toned, not overly built as she had seen of Ser Harwin, but enough to see the muscles that built beneath his skin. Once again, she felt him hesitate.

"Don't leave. And don't hesitate." She pleaded. He nodded, again placing his forehead against hers.

"I'll never give you away. I already made that mistake." He said. Grabbing what remained of the dress, he pulled it off her and left her in the slip beneath it. The see-through fabric did nothing to hide her breasts or stomach, and a flame burst through him. In a frenzy, he kicked off his boots and unlaced his pants, not yet pulling them off. Instead, he grabbed the back of her thighs and laid her on the bed, and climbed on top of her. The heat of the room ran through her, drenching her neck and hands in sweat. Aemond once again pressed his lips against hers, more gently compared to the last ones. The other ones were fervent and spirited, this one was delicate and soft. 

"I heard what you said to Alicent about me." She said between kisses. He smiled to himself, and hands fumbled with the tie on her slip.

"I meant it. Every word was true." He said. She smiled at Aemond with a chuckle and sat up.

"I know you meant it." She spoke, her eyes glinting with softness. Aemond smirked and pulled at the tie on her slip, watching it fall and bundle around her stomach. 

"And I'd prove it a million times over if you asked me to," Aemond said. Kissing her once again, Aemond shredded her slip from her body, resulting in her biting back a squeal. The sound left his mouth as he watched her shiver was obscene and vile. Surely one his mother would not be proud about, or hers. Elaenyra tugged at his pants, pleading for him to take them off. Standing to the side of the bed, he stripped himself of his confines and watched as Elaenyra's eyes settled on what was now visible.

"Eyes on me, my love." He said. She looked up at him, eyes dark and body radiating heat from the raging fire. Slowly, Aemond got down on one knee before the bed and grabbed her legs, pulling her body close to him.

"I have waited far too long for this, I will not waste another moment when I could finally quell my hunger for you." He said and used his fingers to divide her folds before licking a slow strip up. Elaenyra shuddered and sealed her eyes shut. Her hands fisted the sheets beneath her as Aemond worked his tongue all over her sopping petals, making her bite into her lip, hoping to quell the sounds of her arousal. Much to Aemond's distaste. He had waited years for this moment, he will not see Elaenyra silence herself.

"You would try and deny me the sounds of your pleasure?" He questioned. She shook her head violently.

"If anyone were to hear..." She fell silent as his thumb found her throbbing clit, in place of her words, and an aggressive groan left her throat. He wore a deviant smirk.

"You were saying?" He mocked. Her back arched off the bed and her hands found their way to his hair, tangling in it and lightly tugging. Aemond groaned, the sound hitting Elaenyra's ears so perfectly that she bit into her bottom lip and smiled. Elaenyra squealed as Aemond forced a finger inside her, again smirking as her expression hardened.

"Sing for me some more, won't you?" He asked. Kissing at her clit, Elaenyra moaned on contact and silently praised the gods for his tongue. His hands smoothed over the skin of her thighs as he ate at her. Her lips remained parted as light breaths fell from her, but grew in volume as his finger worked inside her and caressed the sweet spot that made her toes curl. Her body grew quick to be drenched in sweat as her orgasm began racing towards her and tugging more roughly on his hair.

"Please." She whimpered. Looking at her from between her thighs, Aemond worked faster against her and took great satisfaction from the trembling of her legs. Inserting another finger, Elaenyra squealed, making Aemond chuckle against her skin. 

"Such a beautiful sound. I wonder what your mother would think if she heard you cry out for me like that." Aemond said. Elaenyra's head fell back into the sheets as her back again arched off the bed, her mouth falling open and groaning.

Her mouth formed into a perfect 'o' shape, her back arching off the bed and hands fisting the sheets below her for mercy. She could feel something in her belly start to tighten, and it raced towards her, almost uncomfortable.

"..Aemond?! Aemond, what is...what is that?" She questioned. Pleading, she hopes he had the answer. Aemond pulled away from her clit with a pop, before looking up at her with a satisfied smirk, and mouth coated in her arousal.

"What are you talking about, my love?" He asked. Aemond waited for Elaenyra to gather her thoughts. The hand that held her thigh began to squeeze the skin calmly lightly and gently caressing the smooth skin of her inner thigh, with his knuckles lightly going down to reach her heated cunt. Without rush, Aemond softly dragged the pads of his calloused fingertips along her soaked folds, nonchalantly spreading her lips and occasionally dipping in the tip of one of his fingers inside, collecting her arousal and spreading it over her folds. She could barely focus, her eyes half-lidded with lust and pleasure, her limbs sweaty.

"My stomach feels strange." She confessed, feeling confused and her limbs becoming heavy. Aemond nodded, though he knew she was not paying attention - instead, she stared at the ceiling, her mind elsewhere and pretty face blissed out. Nonetheless, Aemond did not stop reassuring her that she was safe with him.

"You're alright, my love. You are experiencing your first orgasm. Do not fret, my love. I have you, I have you. Just relax with me. Can you do that for me, my love?" He asked. She pleasantly hummed, before feeling Aemond pinch her lower belly, causing her to wince in discomfort and her whole body flinch. 

"I need verbal confirmation, my sweet niece." He said lowly, though he continued prodding one of his fingers against her leaking hole, hearing a faint "yes!" come from Elaenyra, before sliding one of his long fingers inside her.

"That's my sweet niece." He commended, leaning his head back down and dragging his tongue along her clit once again. Her body shuddered to hear him call her his sweet niece. And Aemond knew.

"Hmm. So wet for me. What, does it arouse you knowing your uncle will fuck you stupid?" He questioned. She nodded feverishly and arched her back off the bed.

"Oh...please, please! Aemond - I can't... I can't h-hold it..." Elaenyra wailed and thrashed against the sheets. Someone heard that. Aemond did not stop, instead, he went harder and faster, urged by his desire to take anything she was willing to give. 

"Cum for me, my love. Cum for your uncle." He demanded, words mumbled against her clit, but audible nonetheless. Elaenyra could feel his teeth just barely scrape against her pulsating clit, just as he tried pushing a third finger into her sopping cunt, making her cry out in his chamber. Once the third finger was pushed inside - a tight fight, but managing - Aemond started pumping all three fingers as quickly as possible, simultaneously licking and sucking at her puffy clit, making her whine so prettily.

"Oh, fuck." She cried, eyes widening as she let the curse slip from her mouth. She couldn't focus, since the beginning of her orgasm began approaching, making the band in her belly tighten to the point of it bordering pain. Aemond quickly switched his fingers for his tongue, his tongue starting to delve deep inside her dripping cunt. His fingers now swirling in her clit in fast, tight circles. The pressure on your clit as well as the wet muscle of Aemond's tongue was enough to have her burst all over his face.

She was panting, and a crying mess. Tears were pooling in her eyes and little hiccups escaped her. Removing his mouth from her, he gently kissed along her thighs and sat up from his now sore knees. Her hiccups were replaced with whimpers of overstimulation. There was a ringing in her ears, a numbness tingling her fingertips, soft lips trailing up her skin, leaving delicate touches along the skin. She was spent. Completely spent. But when she looked down at his erect cock, her eyes widened, completely petrified. Aemond climbed on top of her, before switching for her to be sitting on him, legs on either side of his hips.

"We go at your pace, agreed?" He asked. She nodded. But, she is immediately shy about her body being so exposed. She took his hands, squeezing as she slowly lowered onto his cock.

"I..." The words wouldn't leave her mouth. She tried to sink onto him, but the burn stopped her.

"Take your time, love. It is quite alright." He comforted. The nerves slowly fell away and began sinking further down him. Her head fell back, an obscene moan leaving her mouth. She was small standing next to him, and she was still small while atop him. Aemond kissed her neck, while open-mouthed and groaning at her tightness.

"Gods, I can cum just from this." He groaned. Pressing her hands on his chest, she pushed him down onto the bed. Aemond saw the wild look in her eyes, and he refused to acknowledge that it made his restraint start withering away. Finally fully seated on him, Elaenyra huffed in desperation and grabbed his hand. Pressing it to her lower stomach, Elaenyra slowly began grinding on him. Beneath his hand, Aemond could feel where he rested inside her, and his slightly agape mouth was replaced with a wicked grin. 

"You take me so well. Almost like you were made to be fucked by me." He said. Elaenyra threw her head back and smiled.

"We were meant to burn together, Aemond." She spoke, the language of High Valyrian falling off her tongue so effortlessly and beautifully it made Aemond's eyes roll into the back of his head.

"The Velaryons are made of the sea. But you and I, are made of fire." Aemond replied, also in High Valyrian. Elaenyra released her hold on him and let him sit up. Aemond gathered her in his arms and kissed her. Mini explosions ran through her blood and set her skin ablaze, drenching her body in more sweat. She had wasted no time in gathering her strength and raising herself from him before sinking back down. Her jaw fell slack and her arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his skin as she whimpered. His hands were firmly placed on her hips, aiding her in her ministrations. Her head fell into his neck where kissed ever so lightly. Removing a hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back harshly. Her lidded eyes were dazed and glossy, but when meeting Aemond's eye and seeing the darkness, her eyes shot wide open.

"You scare me, Aemond." She moaned. Aemond smirked and kissed her harshly. 

"Good." He said. His hand left her hair and delved between their bodies, connecting at her clit and rubbing in harsh circles. She squealed as her walls fluttered around his cock.

"Shit!" Aemond shouted. Grabbing the back of her thighs, Aemond turned them onto her back with him atop her. Aemond finally gave in and let his carnal desires take over as he relentlessly pounded away at her insides. Unapologetically, Elaenyra screamed as an uncomfortable feeling settled in her lower stomach. Aemond was quick to slap a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as he chased his release.

Aemond's hips stilled as he emptied his seed inside her. Lifting her in his hands, Aemond kissed her sweaty forehead and smiled at her. Following, Aemond again pressed his forehead to hers.

"I'm yours, Elaenyra. I am yours, and you are mine, from this day until the end of my days. May the Gods take me if I break this oath to you, my love." Aemond declared. Brushing a hand through his ivory locks, Elaenyra smiled at him and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Fire on Fire”

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x sister!reader

Benjicot blackwood masterlist

˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑ You are betrothed to Cregan Stark and it's your wedding day, but your brother wants to give you a wedding gift, somthing lovely — something you carry with you and what's better than a child.

˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑ Targcest, incest, justifying infidelity( not married yet but still ) also be read as twin!reader, kissing and making out, suggestive themes so 18+ rated, pouty and cute Aemond, some jealousy and possesivness, choking ( blink and miss), mentions of hickey. [ Wc: 2k ]

Reblogs and thoughts are always welcome <3 credits to @cafekitsune for text dividor and title from Sam Smith song, “fire on fire”

“Mother, I want to see Aemond.” You saw your reflection in the mirror, the gown was adored with scales and a cloak of fur, a close resemblance to your marriage to Cregan Stark.

“I would see that.” She rubbed her hands on your shoulder, leaning to kiss your head.

“You're the most beautiful bride.”

You tried to smile through your misery.

“Haelena is the most beautiful bride.” You raised your chin, she sniffed through her tears, her throat constricted with words she never managed to say.

“You are doing great, child.” She said, and that was all.

~~~

Everything was getting on your nerves or it was just how wedding days were supposed to be, your skin itched with the furs that tickled your collar bones.

“Martha...fix it.” You tisked when someone moved behind you, it was only a moment before you knew him by scent alone, the way his feet struck the earth.

“Aemond ! ” You jumped back at him and he straightened up like he wasn't just about to ‘boo’ you.

“How did you know ? ” He said, sitting next to you and plucking the furry fabric out that got folded while wearing, releasing you from your torment, like he always did.

“Because I know you.” you told him, sucking in a breath as his finger traced your collar bone, cold against your skin.

“Yes, you do.” He smiled, his jaw hard and eyes glinting like sapphire in moonlight.

You looked away, feeling your insides clench in a sensation that aroused you very much lately.

“I was waiting for you, where were you ?” You said instead, showing forward the bracelet mother gave you with Targaryen sigil, green diamonds circling it's frame.

“Very beautiful.” He brought your hand to his mouth, kissing each knuckle tenderly, looking up and stealing glances from you every time.

“I was actually thinking about your wedding present.” He whispered it low, his voice deep and you frowned, “For me ? ”

He cocked his eyebrow, ofcourse he wasn't going to give Cregan Stark a wedding gift because now that would be ridiculous — He hated Cregan the day your match with him was announced, his loathing only blazed by each day that passed by.

“Ofcourse you, sister.” His mouth tugged at corners, he was admiring you, not surprised because you were always so beautiful, there was this very sad ache in his eyes.

“Then give it to me.” you chirped at him, eyes going wide with the way Aemond flushed.

“I wanted it to be—” He drew closer to you, taking your chin in his hand, “—something you could remember me by.”

You could faint at the intensity, sure Aemond's touch was fire but for the very first time you saw yourself bursting into ashes.

“I wouldn't forget you.” You swallowed, he traced the side of your face, halting at your lips and continued admiring you.

“Shhh.” Aemond hushed, his gaze dropping to your lips as his thumb smeared across your rose tint.

“Something you can carry with you... something that would remind you of me, always.” He whispered, face leaning down and down until his nose was touching yours.

“You will always love me, won't you sister ? ”

He asked it so tenderly, so sweetly that your heart ached, how would you live in the north, despite all the wonders Cregan told you about, it would always be less endearing, less lovely, less yours without him.

“Always, Aemond.” You smiled as his lips pressed on the corner of your mouth, his hands cupping your face and then he pulled back, too soon.

“What happened ? ” You asked him, startled, Aemond grabbed your wrist and brought it to the back of his head and you understood what, you giggled softly, removing his eye patch.

“God, i would miss you so much Aem.” You ran a hand through his hair, soft and silky as you touched them.

“Really ? ” He asked, tilting his head sideways and you nodded, smiling your brightest.

“Very much.” You told him, Aemond took your hand, urging you to follow so you did.

Aemond pulled you towards the mirror, resting his face on your shoulder as he stood behind you, your joined hands crossing your heart.

He teased the crook of your neck with his nose, making you laugh at his mischiefs.

A pause.

“Do you love Cregan ? ”

You looked unsettled at the question, almost shooting him a glare, why would he ask that ?

“I...a wife should love his husband.” You laughed, it was hollow and Aemond's mouth curted.

“That's not what I asked, Do you love him ? ”

“I would happen to.” you would right ? Someday you will happen to love your husband, Haelena and mother and every one does, wouldn't you do just the same ?

You looked away from the reality that was staring back at you, the future that awaited you, duty towards your family.

“Do you love me ? ”

“Yes, I love you.” You said, in a heartbeat, turning back to him and watching how his smile faded to desire.

“I love you so much.” He cupped your face, eyes softening as he pulled you closer to him, grabbing you by your hips and that was okay, He's your brother, half your soul.

“You were telling me about your gift.” You gasped a little, his whole body was pressed against you, heating up.

“I was.” He caressed you, his touch sipping through your bones, mouth clamped, you liked his mouth—soft, warm and sweet, and the way he spoke to you, like honey dripping from his to tongue, your brother, your soul.

“What is it ? ”

“Close you eyes.” He hummed, side glancing at your reflections, so perfect together.

“Okay.” you closed them, He tutted, and you stiffled the smile, finally closing them perfectly blind.

“Good Little bird.”

And your smile was claimed by him, his soft sweet mouth pressing against yours, in slow music that echoed through your body.

“Oh—” You snapped open your eyes, pulling back and touching your lips where his were just few moments ago, his warmth lingering like a tattooed kiss.

“Sister—” He started but you were already kissing him again, pulling him to you by the back of his neck and he was just a starving man.

His mouth was every bit honey that he spoke of, lovely as he was to you, his sweetness melting on your tongue and you were breathless with the way he kissed you.

“I love you.” He muttered breathlessly on the your lips, pulling you to embrace him completely and divinely.

You heard his heartbeats, the heart that grew along with you, with same womb nourishing your veins and plumbing your chambers.

“Aemond, we..we can't..” you saw no reason why you can't, perhaps if times were different it could have been Aemond waiting on the altar for you, a dream so beautiful.

“Do you want me to stop ? ” He was placing soft kisses at the side of your face, keeping his hands off the furs of your gown and instead wrapping around your waist line.

“No.”

He smiled, taking you by your shoulder and helping you sit on your bed, where he had snuggled in countless times, when he couldn't sleep, when he lost his eye and cried with the one that was left, and that one time when he came buzzing after Vhagar chose him, that night you were both looking at the ceiling as if there were stars— but then again, everything was beautiful with him.

Aemond smiled wickedly the way you were glowing crimson, a bride was usually blushing but for their husband-to-be, your hands fisted the silk sheets when his tongue started to work his magic in your mouth.

It wasn't a sin, it wasn't infidelity or cheating, Aemond and you soul were connected and for seven heaven's sake —just the same.

The way he smiled and your heart bloomed, the way he talked and you felt heard, and all those ways he completed you.

“He can never love you like me...” He tore away the fur cloak, kissing your bare skin in a wave of heat.

“Aemond—” But he was far too gone.

His hands were everywhere, grasping your throat and driving your wild with the way he nibbed at your collar bone.

“Aemond...oh dear...” You let your head bliss back into time and space, heart too heavy so you let go.

“I am marking you mine sister.” Aemond purred beside you, his breath teasing the newly purplish mark and you gasped at the angry brusie forming on your neck.

“ Oh god, oh fuck— what have you done ? ”

Aemond smiled, following your gaze in the mirror and basking in his brilliance work, his mouth curved in a smirky pout.

“Cregan can't know Aem ! ” You glared at him, north wasn't common to incest.

“So are you going to make love with him ? ” He turned back to you, almost bored, “ Is that how you love me ? ”

Your face brunt red, aching with the your lips throbbed at the swolleness, you tried to speak but no words came out.

“He'll consummate the marriage someday.” You said, tears spilling through the edges, face crumbling under the sadness of being parted with him.

“ Oh no, sweet love.” He shushed away, standing beside you and pulling your head to his chest, kissing your braided hair softly.

“I just can't see you with him...with anyone who's not me...yes I am jealous but—” His voice broke, “ I want you to know that your heart is mine sister, that your soul belongs to me and mine belongs to you.”

You sniffed as his words hanged heavy in air, his soft sweet nothings were soothing the pain that swirled in your chest.

“ You'll have to sleep with him.” He said, “there's no other choice.”

Aemond then tipped a finger under your chin, raising your face to him — He shaked his head at the tears that ran down the side of your cheek and smeared them away with the pad of his thumb.

“ But you'll have a choice to love, will you make love with me sister ? ”

A small smile broke between the grief and he kissed you down, massaging the back of your neck.

“I will give you something you can always take with you, something small and lovely.”

You looked at the glint in his eye, the same when he was about to do something awfully stupid or brave.

“And what could be better than our child my lovely sister.”

And whatever souls were made of, his and yours were just the same.

A beat, a pause — the mist cleared and you can see him and you, tangled with bodies and soul, with each other's blood and breath lingering like one soul two bodies.

“I want our child to have your eyes.” you blushed, the way Aemond smiled was worth every star.

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“Do you take this man ? ” Aegon asked, you looked at Cregan, he was almost smiling in his big furry cloak and wolfish-ness.

Your eyes flickered to Aemond who was standing by Alicent — your mother was sniffing with her eyes beaming at the sight.

He was looking at you, a smile crossed his lips, a small nod that anyone would've missed but not you, you would know him anywhere.

“ Yes.”

You would take this man, again and again—over and over, after all he's half your soul as the poets said.

Dragon Blood Sneak Peek: 18+

This is a scene between Aemond Targaryen and my oc, Visenya Targaryen II - daughter of Daemon Targeryan and an unknown woman.

“Last I was reminded, I am a bastard born out of wedlock and am not worthy of any kind of love-”

Before I could go on, Aemond had me cornered with his hands on either side of my head. His eye bore deep into my own, so sharp and so filled with anger and. . .something darker.

“Do not blame me for something I claimed out of rage.”

“Let me go, Aemond,” I demanded, hating how small I felt trapped in his gaze.

“Not until you agree to wed me.”

“Never,” I gritted my teeth as I glared at him, “you will never know love from me, or anyone else. Now unhand me, you monster! Do you know how it felt to be rejected by the one person who is supposed to love you?! To have them call you unworthy of love?!”

“Visenya, listen to me-”

“I will not-!” Before I could bring my hands up to hit him, he grasped at both my wrists and held them above my head. His nose now touched mine, our lips inches apart as I felt his breath on my face.

“I have every right to take you right here and now,” Those very words uttered from his mouth brought heat to my face, but I refused to let my glare falter.

“I could command you to stay quiet as I fuck you with my fingers, or perhaps my mouth, and if you made any noise, I would not allow you to cum,” He whispered in my ear as I could feel myself start to squeeze my own legs together, and he licked the outer shell of my ear.

Out of pride, no noises escaped my mouth despite his hot breath and he looked around me with a smirk.

"Dragon got your tongue, darling?" He taunted.

"Nothing you do could ever please me," It was a challenge, I knew it was, but my core was aching for any attention.

"Are you sure about that?" He said as he placed open mouth kisses upon my neck. He was slow and torturing me, and that's when he decided his attack. It was a spot lower and where everyone would be able to see. He latched on and sucked, and I bit my lip to stop myself from releasing any noises.

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A DANCE OF BLOOD

Aemond Targaryen x OC! Aadhira Khan

“You would be nothing but a consort,” I hissed my words, hurtling them towards him in hopes it might hurt.

“You would be a mere Prince - nothing more. I will ensure it.”

Yet the promise of not being my equal didn't taint his want for me. Aemonds hand slid into my hair, pulling me forward, “but you're still coming back to me every night. A pity Lord Stark can't see how you ride a real dragon.”

Link: A Dance of Blood

modern Aemond headcanons

I HAD A VISION

this one is born to succeed

his either into fencing or calisthenic, possibly even both

listening to classical music while studying

and he’s studying a lot, may I add

also, he’s reading a lot too, is a slut for Dostoyevsky

Crime and Punishment has a special place in his heart…

enjoys self-help books for personal development

something like atomic habits, 48 laws of power etc.

wakes up early, follows a productive morning routine

admires Machiavelli and Johan Liebert

has led lights in his room

and as we are talking about his room let me say it’s immaculate

Aemond's a history buff

enjoys discussing politics and philosophy especially

the Borgia family intrigues him deeply

perfectionist in various aspects, well organised

not a fan of going to the cinema

either avoids social media entirely or has accounts but rarely use it

has his !emo boy! moments here and there

likes to play knife game

speaks more than one language for sure

write from time to time, usually some thoughtful essays

listens to $uicideboy$ and phonk when he feels super edgy

is stargazing in secret

actually he’s quite sweet if you get to know him more

but it’s hard to get to know him more… :(

he wishes for someone who would understand

his day is incomplete without unhealthy amounts of coffee

helping Aegon do his homework even though he’s younger

genuinely likes spending time with his mother, they talk a lot and go on coffee dates

frenemies with Luke...

has soft spot for Helaena, would do anything for his sis

drives Helaena to her therapy sessions, always, without fail and never complains about it

likes the idea of stoicism but lack the patience, gets a little bit to silly sometimes…

wearing black (well, isn’t that obvious?)

is rocking that adidas black set look

or dark leather jacket with straight pants…

his hair is his crown, he puts much effort into it even though he denies it

Aegon teases him about it without no end

favours Calvin Klein boxers, wears them on a daily basis

plus points if wearing cool rings

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♡ when Aemond has a crush on you ♡ (modern) headcanons

he hides it well; Aemond is not the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. At first, it's hard to tell he has a crush on you because he is cold and seems indifferent. he observes, weights his options

he keeps his distance at first; both emotionally and physically. his behaviour might even make you think he hates you, though it's quite the opposite of course, he just have problems with showing his feelings :((

but (!) his piercing gaze always finds you. his eye follows you discreetly, hungry and restless

when he's near you, his body language is a mix of nervousness and inner pride. he wants to please you which is a weird feeling for Aemond, so his fingers may fidget a little, but still; he stands tall

he quickly learns your daily routine and starts showing up in places you frequent. these "coincidental" meetings are his way of staying close without being too obvious (in his head at lest)

you quickly learn he uses a lot of sarcasm, but you learn to enjoy this side of his, actually he's quite funny

if you ask him for a favour, he might act like it's a bother, but he always does it, despite his outward coldness

sooo.... as you can see he's a little lost, unsure, but(!) this one time when his brother Aegon makes crude, inappropriate joke about you, Aemond's anger flares and that's when he truly realises his feelings for you may run deeper than he'd like to admit

Aemond tries to be more straight-forward at this point. he assist you whenever he can, subtly offering help here and there, giving you this little smirks of his

he often asks you random questions about your life (often very specific), wanting to know everything about you and it's quite endearing that he's so focused on you

stil he respects your space! or at least tries to. he doesn't want to intimidate you or make you uncomfortable with his presence (most of the time), even though being near you all the time is what he would prefer

he spent many sleepless nights analysing your conversations and overall every aspect of you

long walks; during those you talk about trivial things and deeper subjects like psychology, philosophy, or your favourite books and movies. Aemond is silently enjoying when you put your hand on his arm during those walks. these moments are when he feels most connected to you, when he melts more and more...

because finding someone attractive is one thing, but finding someone attractive and genuinely interesting is a whole new level and at this point Aemond is charmed, really charmed

encouraged by this connection growing between you, Aemond asks you out. and let me tell you- he's SERVING! like he arrives at your home to pick you up, greets you with a gentle kiss on the hand and a soft smile, the kind that sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach

and he smells so gooooood!!!!! I just know it

at dinner he pulls out your chair, ensuring you're comfortable before taking his own seat. throughout the meal, he’s attentive and considerate, paying for dinner without hesitation (duhh)

his eye contact is intense, making it clear he finds you captivating

about the first kisss.... at first it's gentle and tentative, almost like he's testing the waters. he would begin by leaning in slowly, his lips brushing against yours lightly, his hand cupping your jaw. he would look deep into your eyes, waiting for silent approval and when he gets it, he smiles and you smile too

as the kiss deepens, you’d feel the intensity building. the touch of his lips would become firmer, his body pressing you closer as he wraps his arms around you. his grip might grow more insistent, almost aggressive, as he pulls you in tight, the kiss becoming more passionate and intense. there's a raw edge to it, as if he's letting go of the restraint he's been holding onto, revealing the fire and desire that’s been simmering just beneath the surface

when you gasp softly against his lips, Aemond is losing control. his hand moves down to grab your ass, pulling you even closer, your lips crash and then he suddenly halts. moving back just enough to regain some composure. he's breathing heavily, trying to steady himself, his eye fixed on you with a mix of desire and restraint

"We should probably slow down, but I really don't want to."

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She's Ours

Aemond & Aegon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: cursing,yk the typical Targaryen incest,she/her pronouns, breeding kink, 18+, MDNI

Requested by @themotherofhorses :ok so here’s my idea !!Im obsessed with the idea of aemond & aegon being in love with their niece, and back on Drift mark, aegon and aemond propose a marriage between them and their younger niece (who’s either the trueborn daughter of daemon or laenor bc her pure valyrian is what pulls them in). aemond claims vhagar essentially as a wedding gift while aegon promises to talk to their mother to instead betroth helaena to jace and them two to their niece. however, the entire drama ensues, and the brothers “lose” their niece before anything can be done. cue the time jump, they’re older, aegon is about to wed helaena against his will, when he suggests to aemond that they sneak off to dragonstone and “claim” their niece as their own.

A/n: I loved this idea and sorry it took a while to figure out how I should do it!

~Young Aemonds Pov~

“You’re staring at her.” Aemond jumps at the sound of his brothers voice and turns to look at him. “ she is beautiful,maybe mother would let us marry her.” Aegon says while looking at his brother. “Mother hates any of our sisters children I don’t think she would.” Aemond thought about it, he always had. Him and Aegon have been thinking about this idea for months now but they have to play it safe or else mother will definitely not allow it. “If you want to prove to y/n that you love her then claim a dragon, a perfect wedding gift and I will talk to mother.” Aegon did really think his brother was going to go through with it.

-3 days later-

~Your Pov~

Waking up from the sound of your chamber doors opening, you turn to see your sisters Rhaena and Baela running in with panicked looks on their faces. “What’s wrong?” You rub your eyes trying to wake up. “Someone took Vhagar!” Baela replies. “Shit!” Getting up and putting something over your nightgown to cover you. Opening your door, you run outside with your sisters trailing behind.

Once you’re outside you see Vhagar landing and Aemond getting off. Shocked and confused on how he got her to trust him. ”Uncle what are you doing?” “Claiming my dragon dear neice.” Before you could reply Rhaena beats you too it. “You have no right! She was mine to claim!”

“Then you should’ve claimed her, maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride, it would suit you.” Aemond snakily replied. It’s like everything flashed before your eyes. Seeing the others punch Aemond while he’s on the ground. “stop it! Right now!” Rushing over to Aemond. “Get off him.” Pushing them away. Finally getting them to separate. You thought that was the end of it,but nothing could have predicted what was about to happen as you see the blade reach aemonds face. Screaming he falls to the ground. You rush over trying to help him stop the bleeding but nothing was helping. “What did you do!? Leave and go to mother.” You watch the guards take Aemond to the maesters. Leaving you to follow.

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A week later Rhaenyra, Daemon and the kids where all packed up and headed to Dragonstone. You on the other hand didn’t want to leave your uncles, you were close with them, and your mother didn’t like it one bit. Making you come along you watch as your uncles begged their mom to let you stay. They were heartbroken, they didn’t get to ask their mother about the hopes in marrying you. You hug them one last time before following your mother.

~ Years later~

You get down from Vermithor to see your mother waiting for you. Running your hand across his scales soothing him. He may be a grumpy old man but he’s a beauty and a stubborn one at that. It took a while to get him to trust you but in the end it was worth it. Having no dragon as a babe was tough, your father Daemon didn’t like the fact his daughter didn’t have one. He even questioned if you where his at one point. Shaking those thoughts away, you walk up to your mother. “You have another letter” Rhaenyra says looking at you, questioning if she should be looking at these letters you get almost every day.

Taking the letter from her hands, you thank her before walking to your chambers. It's a daily thing your uncles do, send you a letter every time they get a chance to.

~ Aemond's Pov~

Watching Aegon beg for something was weird for Aemond, especially begging his mother to wed him to their niece instead of Helaena but she was adamant refusing to change her mind. "You will be wed to your sister in four days." Alicent says as they watched their mother walk off after stating her decision is final.

"We need to go to Dragonstone." Aegon turns towards Aemond thinking of an idea. "And what would we do that for?" Aegon looks at him and replies "to take our niece as ours. Mother will have no say when we take our nieces maidenhood." Aemond raises a brow at his brother for such a thought, but he ponders it thinking how tight her pussy would be around his cock as he fucks his seed deep into her. Groaning at the thought he feels his cock harden and agrees.

As they head over to the Dragon Pit they both can’t help but let their mind wander with disgusting thoughts about their niece making them speed up to the pit feeling the need to claim her.

~ Your Pov~

You say your final good nights to your mother before heading to your chambers. As you walk in you see your maidens already have a bath ready for you. Stripping bare, you settle in,closing your eyes. They start with washing your hair, then onto your body after not hearing the door open. Suddenly you don’t feel their hands anymore. But no longer than a minute later their hands are back on you. The sound of the door shutting, makes you jump and open your eyes to only be met with the two princes. You gasp not expecting their intrusion before realizing they kicked your maidens out and seeing the rags are now in their hands. Sitting up, you hug them both ignoring the fact that you are bare under the bubbles.” How on earth did you guys get in here?,does my mother know? She will kill you guys!” You panic looking around before feeling a hand on your shoulder. “Your mother does not know we are here, now let’s keep it that way dear niece.” Aemond pushes your hair out of your face while leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Marry us” you could have sworn you hard your neck snap with how fast you turned your head to Aegon. Not knowing what to say, you sit there in shock.”you keep your mouth open like that I might just want to shove my cock into it.” Much to Aegons surprise you reply back, “what if I want your cock in my mouth?” “Such a dirty girl, have you been thinking about your uncles? Fucking yourself to our letters hm?” Suddenly you feel a wave of pleasure making you take your eyes off Aegon over to Aemond. Whimpering feeling him rub your already sensitive clit before slipping a finger into you. You grip his arm at the sudden intrusion. Aemond feels you buck your hips against his hand trying to catch your release but right before you break, he pulls his hand away. He hears a small whine before reassuring you that you’ll get to cum but only on their cocks. Getting out of the cold tub, you grip their pants unbuttoning their bottoms one by one but before you could finish Aegon grips your hands and pulls you towards him and slams his lips on yours. You feel Aemond pressed up behind you already naked. Tilting your head back feeling the light kisses he places on your neck before picking you up and laying you on your bed. Aegon gets undressed as Aemond hovers over you. He grips his cock and rubs it up and down your lips before slowly pushing into you. Groaning he leans his head into your neck and pushes all the way in. He looks down at you after lifting his head before asking if you are okay. With a quick nod, you wrap your legs around him in hopes he will start to move, which he takes as a hint and slowly starts moving. “So fucking tight.” He groans quickening his pace. You look over at Aegon seeing him fuck his cock with his hand making you clench around Aemond, pulling a few curses from the one eyed man above you.” You want my brothers cock in your mouth?hm? need to have your uncles cocks to feel fucked out like a whore.” You nod but that wasn’t enough for Aemond “beg for it” “please uncle I need you in my mouth,please I’ll be a good girl.” Whining feeling Aemond quicken his pace at your begging. Aegon walks up to you with his cock in his hand and taps it on your lips making you open your mouth. You feel hands grip your long platinum white hair that matches theirs. Aegon thrusts roughly not giving you a chance to get used to his size in your mouth. “Fuck your mouth feels heavenly” Aegon curses as you moan around his cock. “Yeah you like that huh such a little cock slut, I’m gonna stuff you so full of my seed, gonna make you a muña, you would like that, give us our heirs, keep you full of our seed every year, round with our children.” Whimpering you clench around Aemond. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Aegon thrusts harder before looking down at you asking if your close.Pulling away for a second you mumble a quick yes before reaching up and jerking off the rest of aegon that you can’t fit in your mouth. Freezing you climax clenching down cumming.You feel Aemond gripping your hips, knowing there will be bruising in the morning.

Aemond lays against you coming down from his high before kissing your forehead and lying next to you. Wiping your lips free of Aegons release you suck your finger into your mouth while making eye contact with him. Moving away he settles between your legs pumping his length already hard again. “Did you really think I was finished darling?” He chuckles before thrusting into you for round two.

A/n: Sorry if some things were messed up didn't fully proofread. This was my first House of Dragon smut so bear with me. Also, I didn't want to use High Valyrian really in this story until I'm more comfortable with writing the characters. Hope you guys liked it!

Requests are open!

Aemond Targaryen

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A turn of events

Fandom: HOTD (House of the Dragon)

Summary: What if Alicent was not the only one to defend Aemond the night he lost his eye? Would justice be served?

Pairing: None

Warnings: Toxic family dynamics, brief mentions of injury, grammatical and spelling errors

Italics = Valyrian

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Aemond had never known such pain before. While cruel, Aegon’s torment took the form of barbed jibes and constant humiliation, and his father’s neglect had started to lose the sting it once had. 

No, the pain of losing an eye was wholly unfamiliar to him. 

The whole of Viserys’ court regarded him with their breaths held as the maester tried to salvage what he could. His skin was stretched, patched together by a ragged thread in an uneven line across the plains of his face. Still, he could barely feel the needle plunging through the blooded flaps for the aching gap in his soul was at last filled. 

The Queen of Dragons lingered in the edges of his mind. Warm, flickering flames of affection so unfamiliar to him that he had flinched away from her touch. 

So focused on his dragon as he was, he could almost forget about the pack of bastards whimpering for their mother at the front of the enemy lines. Lucerys, the youngest, hadn’t stopped sniveling once. Red blotchy cheeks and snot dripping down the collar of his tunic, he cried for Rhaenyra, but where amusement  would have once filled him at such a sight he felt only hatred. He would never be whole again, but Lucerys would be swept up and cradled into his half-sister’s bosom, his pitiful cries muffled and wayward hairs smoothed by an affectionate hand. 

Aemond turned his one remaining eye to the fire to his left. His own lady mother stood frozen by the maester’s side. She had gasped with horror when he had been carried into the hall and the wide frenzied look had not left her eyes since. 

Eyes. 

Eye. 

One-eyed. 

How strange that he would now have to make such a distinction. Had the maester not pulled at his skin with reckless abandon he would have scoffed. But as such, a low whimper was pulled from the back of his throat though he tried to hide it from the onlookers. 

Vultures searching for any sign of weakness in him. Any advantage with which they could claw their way up the ladder. Even in his state he was worth more than any two-eyed lord of a lesser house. 

He thought of the sweet maid who often brought him an extra sweet roll when word of Aegon’s pranks reached even that corner of the Keep. He imagined that luxury was a thing of the past for he could not imagine she would look at him with anything but fear, horror and pity. 

Pity. 

Perhaps he would receive two extra sweets instead so that she would not have to look at him. A fair deal, he thought, for he imagined he would not be able to look at her either and see that the previous softness had been replaced with something so familiar. 

“A shame.” A velvety voice cooed from the shadows of the hall. “It seems that in my absence your guards have grown… incompetent, brother.” 

“Sister.” His father sighed. “I-”

“Let me look.” The voice was much closer now. 

Soft, calloused hands cupped his jaw before she turned his face. He wanted to avert his eye, to hide the shame that now marred his face. 

“Hm.” She hummed. Eyes the same color as his regarded him carefully. “How does it feel, zaldritsos, to be the bonded of one such as she.”

“Beyond words,” he muttered in the common tongue so that his mother might also be included. He felt her eyes burning into the side of his head, the one not sullied by his blood. He had not seen her move. 

“Speak to me in the language of dragons or speak not at all.” She said. “With Vhagar there shall be no half-measures. You are either a dragon or not. So decide, sweet one.”

“Mother-”

“Will never understand. Is it not with coldness that she has regarded our heritage. All symbols torn from our home to be replaced with lies. She does not possess the fire it takes to raise a dragon. Is it not I who have taught you all you know?” His aunt got up from her kneeled position. “Is it not I who taught you history? Our language? Our philosophy? Is it not I who have dried your tears and soothed your worries?”

Even though his mother could not understand the hissed words, he ducked his head to avoid looking at her as he forced out a soft “it is”. The softness he found on her face chased away some of the shame that hung heavy in him. 

It was true that all that which he excelled in, the very things he had found himself in– defined himself by – were subjects she had taught him. Her knowledge was the pillars of his entire being. He found comfort in the books she gifted him from whatever corner of the world she and Daemon had found themselves in, and in her absence he would sleep on one of the blankets from her room; one he would return when whispers of her return reached him so that she may leave her scent on it again to carry him over when her brother inevitably whisked her away again. 

What of him was his Mother? 

His faith. The Seven. That was her. When Aemond thought of it his mother his mind conjured the image of the seven pointed star. Where did the faith end and his mother start? Time had blurred them together. She would beam at him when he recited a verse or prayer right, and scowl before leaving him to the mercy of the cruel Septa when he got it wrong. 

But she was warm, his mother, and she stayed, whereas his aunt did not. His aunt could not protect him from Aegon’s cruelty, but his mother would kiss his wounds and hold his face against her as he sobbed. 

His aunt gave him a smile as she smoothed his hair back from his bruised face. 

She did not shy away from looking at him, but fire burned in her eyes as she did. A small part of him wanted her to turn back to him when she turned away to speak to her twin, one that still cared for his nephews. But Lucerys had cut out that small part of him along with his eye – carved out the pieces of him that were not dragon, the part of him that was Hightower. And so he turned his eye to look at his tormentor with a kind of bravery he had never shown them before. 

“Rhaenyra,” she called out to his sister whilst ignoring his father’s harsh whisper of her name, “niece.”

“Aunt.” Rhaenyra's voice shook as she brought Lucerys further into the folds of her skirt, if that was even possible, Aemond mused, for the pup’s face had long since disappeared in the black. 

“Hm. I had not thought you to raise cowards,” his aunt raised a brow, “will Lucerys not look me in the eye when we discuss his punishment?”

“Punishment?” Echoed Rhaenyra with a scowl. “They were defending themselves against vile slanders.”

“Perhaps.” 

“It is treason-”

“To attack a member of the royal family. Yes. Though what is one to do when one member of the family attacks another? An eye for an eye will leave us all blind, and tis a small comfort to a suffering soul.”

Rhaenyra’s beautiful face twisted into an ugly scowl. “Father, this is ludicrous. He levied vile insults against my sons.” 

His aunt was not deterred by her niece dragging his father, the king, back into the conversation he so desperately sought to avoid. Coward. 

“Yes, Viserys,” she put an emphasis on his name, “the pup cut out your son’s eye. Have you nothing to say? I have insulted you many times and yet here I stand with two eyes. Is it not a greater crime to call the king a bastard? Bastard. Will you take my eye? Come, come, brother, there is a knife right there.”

“This is insanity!” Viserys barked, an angry blush crawling up his neck. 

Aemond had plenty of heroes growing up, a new one for every book he read, but he had never admired them (or anyone else) as he did his aunt in that moment. It was an unfamiliar feeling to have someone defy the king for him, though he wished she did not offer her eye to him. He would not have her suffer. 

“Yes! Yes it is! And yet you sat and said nothing. Look at him. I said look at him! Damnit, Viserys, look!” 

His aunt dragged his father over to where he sat and forced him to the floor. The guards who came to help him were held in place by Daemon, a man he had never thought would stand on his side of the line. 

“Look at your son.” 

His father’s eyes met his, 

for the first time in years the two locked eyes. 

He waited for the realization to show in his eyes, but he saw nothing but his own reflection in the vast blue of his father’s eyes. He would throw himself in them if that meant he would show him but a sliver of understanding, even a word to acknowledge that he had been wrong. But Aemond knew that he would only drown. 

And his father wouldn’t care. 

Seconds ticked by and his aunt’s grip on the scarce strands of his father’s hair tightened to the point that some of them remained twisted around her fingers even when she let go. 

But his father never spoke. 

He looked, 

but he didn’t see. 

His father had two eyes and yet he was blind. 

“Pathetic,” his aunt whispered before letting go of her brother. “I see now where the weakness in them came from. No matter. I will fix this.” 

The sight of Viserys forced onto his knees jarred his mother. 

“Enough of this.” She protested. “My son has been maimed and her son is responsible. I demand there be justice. Viserys, he’s your son!”

"Your son-"

"Rhaenyra, look at him," Alicent directly acknowledged his sister for the first time that night, pleading with her. "What if it was Lucerys sitting in this chair, would you not demand his attacker be punished?" His mother's hand scratched at the skin over her heart, head shaking. "This isn't right. All this over some training yard insults? Lucerys cut out his eye! He meant to kill my son. This isn't- This is too- Rhaenyra you must see reason, for... for me."

Rhaenyra's face softened but her words did not. "No, step-mother," she spit out the word, malice coating her voice, "what Aemond said is treason. It is a regretful accident, but Lucerys had every right-"

Every right.

The words echoed in his head.

Every right. Every right.

His fault. His fault. His fault.

“This infighting must cease. We are a family-” Viserys groaned, hands clutching his head. 

“You are a coward, Viserys.” His aunt shook her head just as his mother found her voice again, 

“No amount of goodwill or false apologies will make him whole again. His eye is forever lost. Viserys, please. He’s your son.” 

Aemond had not ever heard his mother beg before. She would ask and his father would say no and that would be the end of the matter, but not now. His mother did not back down. Her back straightened and a snarl twisted her face. 

He felt unworthy of her protection. 

But his father turned away.

Away from him.

Away from his mother.

Alicent wiped at the wetness under her eyes, her shoulders slumped in defeat, but a fire worthy of her husband's name burned inside her. She no longer glanced at his sister with despair, with utter heartbreak, but with contempt, disgust even. “Very well. If the king will not have justice then the Queen will. I will have Lucerys’ eye in return. Ser Criston-”

The Knight moved through the lines of shiny armor, but then, 

chaos. 

Everyone shouted and crowded together. In waves they shouted with outrage and horror. Aemond closed his one remaining eye with a whimper stuck in his throat. Goblets were being thrown, doors slammed both open and shut until every noise blended together into one.

His father shouted but it was lost in the endless ‘mother!’, ‘no!’, ‘Alicent!’. 

Until, 

“Shut up!” 

Common tongue, 

his aunt shouted in the common tongue. 

The room fell quiet. Aemond heard a rat scutter across the floor. 

“Alicent,” his aunt whispered and placed a… soft hand on his mother’s arm. She leant down and whispered something in the other woman’s ear, to which his mother nodded, the tears that had been pooling in her eyes finally started to fall down her pale cheeks. 

Aemond hated seeing her cry. 

It was his fault. 

If only he had kept his mouth shut. 

His aunt had never spoken to Alicent in the common tongue before, but now she looked at his mother with a new… softness in her eyes. Almost as if she was impressed. 

It was not only him that saw a different side to his devout mother that night. 

He wondered what his aunt said to his mother. Reassurances? Condolences?

He was useless now. He would never be the knight he had dreamt of. He would never be able to protect his family like he had sworn before the gods. 

He would be cast out of the light of the gods.

Cursed. 

One-eyed. 

Ruined. 

No maiden would look at him now. 

His mother would always be alone. 

“When Daemon and I… misbehaved,” a curl of her lips, “we would be sent away from King’s Landing. Banished indefinitely. Alicent is… right. There needs to be a punishment. Aemond has been wronged. Ah, ah, Rhaenyra.” His aunt tutted. “I am showing you kindness, dear niece. Lucerys… Velaryon will be stripped of his titles and is forbidden from leaving Dragonstone until the Queen deems differently, so that he may think about what he has done.” 

“Father, surely-” 

“Viserys is not in the right of mind to decide such things,” his aunt interjected. “There has to be consequences, Rhaenyra. Lucerys brought a knife and cut out his uncle’s eye. He cannot go unpunished.”

“I see your blood runs green now.” 

His aunt snorted. “Dragons do not bleed. Lucerys will not return to King’s Landing.”

“And what of him? Will his crimes be swept under the rug so that the Hightowers can snake even further into the cracks in our house?”

“Hardly.” 

Aemond’s blood turned to ice.  

He tried to catch her eye, and he wished that his voice would work so that he could protest. 

He needed to say something. 

She wouldn’t turn against him, would she?

His mother bristled, ready to raise hell. 

The King still avoided looking at any of them, surrounded by his entourage of Maesters who fussed over him. 

“Aemond will be studying under the tutelage of the Martells so that he may unlearn his… hatred, until the Prince is satisfied with his progress.” 

He sunk into his chair. 

Is this what justice felt like? 

It was a small balm to his wounds, like a cloth swept over a missing limb so as to hide it. Yet he knew his aunt had demanded what she could. She was not to blame for the King's blindness.

It was enough for now.

Rhaenyra’s angry huff, the slamming of a door and his mother’s hurried steps rushing after her childhood friend, fell into the background of the warmth that spread in him. He hardly noticed as the room emptied until it was only he, the Maester and the twins left. 

“Hm.” Daemon spoke for the first time that night. His eyes didn’t stray from his stitched up wound. “Perhaps there is more dragon than hightower in you after all.” 

Aemond ducked his head. He did not know how to react to his words. Was it praise? 

He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. 

He may have lost an eye but he gained two more, and together they would learn to unleash fire and blood on their enemies. 

does anyone have any good aemond targaryen fics or series they can refer me to pls?

Aemond has so many traumas and insecurities that prevent him from being able to fully open up to you. Not only about his appearance or about what he hides under the patch, but it goes deeper; he grew up surrounded by people who made him lesser for the simple fact of not having a dragon of his own, he had to endure mockery and hurtful jokes, beatings and even punishments for defending himself from his own family.

Aemond ended up getting used to those treatments, he ended up normalizing them as part of his daily life and to fight with them so they could not hurt him even more, as well as he learned to ignore the looks of disgust and terror of the people who crossed him in the corridors when he walked without anything to cover his eye, and even when he wore his eye patch, that did not avoid the contemptuous glances of the ladies of the court.

Aemond had become so accustomed to those looks and the cold treatment, that when he met you he was astonished by your attitude; he never saw even a glint of terror or disgust in your eyes when you saw him, never a grimace or an expression of discomfort in his presence. On the contrary, you were nothing less than kind and sweet to him, you were attentive, gracious and Aemond was sure that you only treated him that way out of pure courtesy, it was almost impossible for him to believe that a lady as beautiful and sweet as you could be interested in a crippled and incomplete man like him.

He would soon discover that he was wrong, in fact. Aemond was someone reserved, of few words and with a cold attitude that managed to turn anyone away from him. But he couldn't keep you away.

Soon he would get used to your presence by his side, following him wherever he went as long as he felt comfortable, you slowly learned his likes and hobbies, and the more time you spent by his side, the more confident he became. The time he spent with you became his favorite without a doubt, he longed for every moment together to last forever, by your side he learned what it is truly to be cherished, loved even. He slowly learned to accept that you cared for him as much as he cared for you, to let you love him as much as he loved you. Aemond had never felt so comfortable with someone by his side, he had never felt so loved and cared for, so safe in your arms every time you hugged him, so calm every time you left a soft kiss on his forehead, so loved every time you took off his patch and kissed that scar that brought back so many bad memories.

He had given himself to you, body and soul, he loved you so much that it hurt, he longed for your touch and treasured your words as if they were a prayer. Aemond was devoted to you, because his life felt truly full only when you came into it.

Aemond literally melts when you touch him.

He is devoted to your caresses and your touch, no matter how small. A simple brush of your hands, a caress on his injured cheek, a loving kiss on his forehead, any token of affection, no matter how small, means the world to him.

He grew up deprived of that kind of affection, his mother being the only one who held him in her arms in an embrace, although aemond never felt them as true as yours.

There is something about you that gets him, something that compels him to stay in constant contact with you, even when you are in public and surrounded by people, his hand always lingers on some part of your body; holding your hand under the table, squeezing your thigh or caressing your lower back. Whatever makes him feel your warmth is enough.

In public try to be more reserved, not as demonstrative as when it's just the two of you in your bedroom.

Inside those four walls where it's just the two of you, aemond feels free. Free from that cold and disinterested facade he usually shows to his surroundings, free from that uncomfortable patch covering his injured eye, free from his title of prince.

In his bedroom, hugged tightly against your chest while his arms are wrapped around your waist, with your legs intertwined and your hands stroking his hair to relax him; in that exact moment, it's just him. He is not the one-eyed prince, he is not the king-killer, he is not that frightened boy who lived in the shadow of a dragon that did not exist. He was simply aemond.

Your aemond.

Your husband, that same man who shows himself indifferent and cold to everyone, is the same man who cuddles every night with you, who fills you with kisses and caresses, the one who melts every time you flatter him and whisper sweet words like a prayer, the one who every time you kiss his scar his eyes shine and he blushes.

That same man you could call your own, was totally different in the safety of your arms. He loved when your hands played in his hair making braids or just stroking it, when you unknowingly played with his hands, caressing every roughness caused by training or by Vhagar's reins, when you gently caressed his back to make him sleep peacefully or when he enjoyed a relaxing bath with you in his arms splashing soft kisses on your bare neck.

Aemond felt at home every time you were with him, by his side.

✧My precious boy✧

{Your son is an ugly reminder of the boy Aemond used to be}

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Aenys wasn’t like his brothers, he was more reserved preferring to sit by himself in the library reading about dragons and old Valyria, the boy was only seven yet he knew more about the histories of Westeros then than his siblings.

He had an impeccable talent with the brush, painting beautiful pictures of whatever was on his mind, he often spoke through them more than actual words you found.

Aenys however was dragon-less and often missed out on sword practice much to Aemond’s dismay, “He is seven and has yet even tried to acquaint himself with a dragon let alone even visited the dragon pit” your husband sighs in frustration his arms wrap around your waist bringing your back into his chest.

He stands behind you in contemplation taking in the warmth of your soft body, eye patch discarded somewhere within the room, “Perhaps you should talk to him” you smile taking one of his hands and pressing a meaningful kiss to his knuckles before he moves away from your warmth.

The horrible truth is that Aemond doesn’t know how to talk to Aenys, his youngest son, he doesn’t know to stop seeing his own reflection deep within his child how to stop the burning hate that seems the spread across his skin whenever he looks Aenys in the eyes, the remainder of himself almost taunts Aemond in ways he couldn’t describe, and he hates himself for it.

A horrifying reminder of all Aemond used to be, a fragile, scared little boy who was in desperate need of a gentle loving mother, clinging to her side whenever he felt less than others, and a father that he needed who could show him right from wrong teach him how to be strong so he needn’t clutch at his mother’s dress.

He hates the guilt that drowns his heart whenever he looks at his youngest son, how he wishes he didn’t feel such anguish towards his boy.

He doesn’t reply to your suggestion instead he hums quietly, “Mother!— Mother!” You smile at Aenys who comes running around the corner with a very tired knight following behind him, “Look! I painted this for grandsire” he beams with a huge smile splayed across his face small specs of paint staining his hands and cheeks.

He shows you a beautiful painting of Balerion flying amongst clouds during sunrise, “Oh my precious boy, this is wonderful” a sense of pride blooms in your chest as you look down at your son holding his artwork, “I’m sure Viserys would love this my dear” you smile pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

You glance back at Aemond who isn’t even looking, “My dear isn’t this amazing?” You tug on Aemond’s sleeve trying to catch his attention but you get nothing just a simple ‘hmm’ before he walks away leaving your son with a disappointed smile.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’m sure your father is very impressed” you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, “Let’s go take this to Viserys, Hmm?” You suggest as Aenys nods his head enthusiastically, you take his small hand in yours leading him to the king's bed-chambers.

“Aemond, would it kill you to at least try and talk to him? He is your son— he is your blood” you beg, the hour is late and you’re tired but you can’t let another day go by where Aenys is met with isolating silence from his own father, “Please Aemond” it’s a final desperate plea, looking at him as you thread your fingers through his soft hair.

He looks at you with a concern painted over his sharp face moving from your gentle touch, “My sons will learn how to wield sword and shield, my sons will ride dragons, they will become warriors”

Frustration creeps up on you lighting your skin on fire.

“Aenys is no son of mine” it’s a painful thing to say, and the words catch in Aemond’s throat leaving a horrid taste in his mouth.

You look at him with disgust in your eyes and it sends a cold shiver through Aemond's lean body, “How dare you.” You whisper through gritted teeth your nails digging crescent shapes into your palm, “He looks up to you Aemond, it would break his heart to hear you speak like this— talk to your son” you sigh in frustration and there’s an uncomfortable feeling that wedges itself between you and your husband.

“TELL ME HOW!” He screams desperation straining his voice as his eye well up with tears that carry a mean mixture of guilt and anger, “Tell me how— how can I talk to him without feeling hate coursing through my body” his voice trembles, and you’re left in shock.

“And what exactly do you mean by that Aemond?— I would be very careful with your next words if I were you” he looks at you hurt very evident on his face.

Aemond sighs heavily sitting by you on the bed you move away from him slightly, “When I look at him all I see is myself— I am reminded of the things they used to say about me, their laughter mocking me-“ he trails off hands running through his hair, “- I can not stop seeing myself within all, all the terrible memories” he doesn’t make eye contact with you far to scared of your reaction.

“Aemond, you fool— of course, you will see yourself in him, he is your son” you shift closer to him, “Aenys thinks that you hate him for no good reason, and you need to fix that Aemond because I will not stand by and watch anyone, especially his own father treat him with anything other than kindness and respect” You kiss his cheek before standing from the bed.

Aemond looks up at you with curiosity, “There is more to bond over your son with than swords and strength, talk to him about old Valyria, teach him high Valyrian take him to see the dragons, you have more in common than you allow yourself to believe. Talk to your son Aemond, do not take after your father" And with that, you walk out of the room leaving your husband confused and hurt with much to think about.

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☾⋆AN// another piece I found in the depths of my notes app that I’m currently trying to clean up, anyway I hope you enjoyed it!! <3

Requests are open btw! <3

My precious boy

{Aemond learns to love his son the hard way}

You can read part 1 here!💕

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They say you don’t truly love something until it’s gone, until the thought of never seeing them again is suddenly a possibility, Aemond woke up to an empty bed, and his heart dropped when you came bursting into your shared bedchambers.

The first thing he noticed was the tears that poured from your pained eyes, how shaken you were, and his mind spiralled with horrid thoughts as he immediately made his way towards you, taking your shaky body in his arms.

“What is it?— my love what happened?” He asks, as you gasp through sobs, you couldn’t speak, the words catching in your throat.

You shook your head frantically, hands grasping at your chest as you heave, “Aenys- my boy” you choke, a blocky feeling stifling your breaths as your trembling hands grasp at Aemonds shoulders.

His chest tightens at your broken sentence, and he wants to scream and demand answers but he sees the fear that swims within your eyes, so he takes a deep breath, “What happened?” He asks, his thumb wiping away your stray tears.

“He— he’s gone! He’s gone! I can’t find him Aemond— I can’t find him” You feel your knees buck underneath the weight of the situation, as your hands grasp around his arms trying to stabilise yourself.

He looks around at the room full of guards as he guides you to your shared bed, sitting you down before demanding they prepare for a search, he tells them no one is to eat unless his Son is found and they’re quick to leave the room, each one of them getting ready to look for the missing prince.

The sun is barely rising and already the entirety of the castle is awake, most were woken by your gut-wrenching screams and they’re quick to rush to see what the problem is.

“I will find him. If I have to burn Westeros to the ground I will find him” he tells you, although you can’t really comprehend his words, your mind fuzzy with panic, he can see the despair that hangs around you and it makes him feel hopeless.

Alicent walks into your bedchambers a hand against her chest, news travels fast in the castle, and by the look in her eyes you could tell she already knows what has happened, “My dear, we will find him” she says, hand on yours as you nod weakly.

She watches as her son frantically paces the expanse of the room, taking his sword with his brows knitted together in anger, Alicent walks over to him with a delicate hand on his shoulder, “Aemond, she needs you- stay with her” she says, and he can’t bare to look at your distressed eyes the fear that contorts your face, it hurts him too much.

“I can’t mother- she—“ he trails off, they both look over at you as you rock yourself gently, “I’m going to find him,” he says, with so much determination it leaves little room to doubt his words.

Hours upon hours have passed since this morning, and you haven’t eaten, the thought of it makes you feel queasy and your tears have subsided far too exhausted to bring yourself to cry anymore.

You walk around Aenys’ room, as you look at all of his paintings and books, and your heart shatters at the thought of never seeing him again, you’re so wrapped up with your own thoughts you don’t see your husband walk into the room.

It’s quiet in the room, a lot quieter than you’re used to, you look over at Aemond and you can see the tears that well up in his eye, “Have you eaten?” He asks, voice quiet and broken, he frowns as you shake your head with a small ‘no’, the sun is beginning to set.

“I can’t Aemond— I can’t- Please find my son” you sigh, gently holding one of his paintings, it’s of you and him, and you feel like you can’t breathe, Aemond looks down at the artwork, it’s breathtaking, and he can’t quite believe his boy, of seven, made that.

An overwhelming feeling of regret crashes against him, and he bends down to level with where you’re sitting, “I’m going to find him, my love, I promise you— I will find our son” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, your hand reaches for his,

“He’s just a boy Aemond, he's so small he can’t protect himself— what if-“ He doesn’t let you finish the sentence, he can't even bare the thought.

“-Don’t, he’s smart,” he says, and your eyes look at his watching as he stands up, “Everyone is looking, my love and we won’t stop until he is found” he promises and you watch as he leaves the room with a solemn heart.

You spend the rest of the day beside Alicent as she tries her best to comfort you, her hand soothing your back as you both wait and wait for any news, the sun has set as you lose hope, and your mind hasn’t stopped reeling with horrifying thoughts.

Alicent asks for some food to be delivered to the room and you’re about to reject the offer yet again but Aemond comes rushing into the room, demanding for Maesters with Aenys in his arms, and you choke at the sight, gasping as you scramble to sit by your sons side as Aemond lays him on your bed.

“What happened?— Where was he? Is he going to be okay?” You panic watching as the Maesters quickly get to work.

“He was in the Dragon pit” Aemond sighs, catching his breath as he sits down beside you, his hand holding Aenys’ small one, as your fingers brush through his hair, you lean to press a kiss to his forehead focusing on the steady rise and fall of his chest, and you cling onto the small amount of hope you have.

The moon hangs high casting its ominous light upon your shared bedchambers, and you watch Aemond light candles around the room as you still sit next to your youngest son.

“Rhaegar, pass me the cloth please my dear,” you ask watching as your oldest son of ten, as he wrings the cold water from the washcloth before handing it to you and you thank him softly before placing it on Aenys’ forehead.

“Will he be okay, Mother?” He whispers, looking down at his brother with saddened eyes and the sight makes Aemonds’ throat close up.

He walks over to you, looking down at his youngest son, “Yes, of course, he will, the blood of the dragon runs within him” he says, looking over at your exhausted face and it pains him deeply to see.

You nod with agreement, “He will be fine” you say, squeezing your husband's hand gently. He looks up at you with a gentle smile.

“Brella, get Rhaegar ready for bed and make sure he has eaten,” Aemond says, watching as the Maesters walk back into the room, and she nods curtly guiding him out the room after you kiss his cheek wishing him goodnight.

“Hold this under his nose, it should wake him,” Maester Orwyle says, gently handing you a small cup of crushed herbs the scent itches at the back of your throat, a second goes by and you watch, worry etched into your face, as your son stirs from his sleep, rubbing at his eyes.

And you sigh in relief as his eyes flutter open, gasping as you take your son in your arms crying with joy as you rock him gently, “Aenys, my precious boy, oh— my sweet sweet boy” you gasp, you pull away hands clasping either side of his face.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” You ask, studying his face, and he nods, mumbling about how his head is hurting just a little.

Aemond tells Maester Orwyle and he’s quick to prepare some tea. Your husband shuffles to sit next to you bringing you both into his arms, his head resting against Aenys’ and he’s never felt so thankful in his life, his boy is okay.

Aemond smiles as his son snuggles closer to you both, his tiny arms trying their best to wrap around you both, and you laugh at his attempt.

You pull away slightly, “I’ll get you some tea for your head,” you say smoothing down his hair before pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

You thank the Maesters' watching as they take their leave before walking over to the table and preparing the herbs for the tea, you feel Aemonds arms wrap around your waist as you turn to face him.

“Here let me do this, my love, you go eat something,” he says quietly, he can tell how tired you are, how exhaustion lingers in your eyes, and the last thing he wants is you burning yourself.

You nod, your thumb grazing over his cheek, “Thank you Aemond, thank you so much” you whisper leaning to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, he rests his forehead against yours, and you both go quiet. You hear small giggles as you look over back at the bed, and you both smile at the sight of your son, book in lap as he reads away.

Aemond smiles at the familiar cover, it’s one of his personal favourites, and he comes to slowly realise that perhaps there is more to bond over his son with and he makes a silent vow to you and Aenys to do better by you both.

That night the castle rested calmly knowing the missing prince was found, and you and Aemond both slept very happily with your son between you both, snuggled and safe.

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Hey love, I saw your requests are open and I wanted to dare to send you an idea for an Aemond x Reader/oc fic. I truly adore all your HotD pieces, read everything in 1 day, hehe :))) So basically, my idea was that Aemond meets Reader (who will eventually become his betrothed) in King's Landing while looking out for Aegon. He doesn't know who she is but somehow he is mesmerized by her (maybe she sits at a table on her own, reading a book and/or even doing tarot for herself, lookin all witchy). They strike up a small convo where she says something very thoughtful to him, something so kind no one ever said to him. Later he discovers who she is, a lady from a powerful house with an interest in occult stuff. He feels a bit betrayed that she didn't say who she was but they eventually grow close and become betrothed. Sorry for the long message :( I would be so happy and grateful if you decide to take this on and give it a bit of life - your talent will make it even better, I'm sure. Thanks for reading this and giving me a chance to submit this ^^ I ADORE u

Hiya lovely! 💕 This request is so good! I will definitely get to writing this, it might take a bit longer because I want to make sure it’s perfect. I love this btw 💕

Thank you for the kind words sweetie! <3

wicked game | aemond targaryen

pairing: aemond targaryen x fem reader, background aegon targaryen x fem reader

warnings: masturbation, perv aem, reader is aegons wife, suggestive

a/n: this was very rushed, and not proof read.

Aemond knew what you were doing. Giving him those calculating looks, ones that drifted over him. And then there were the more seductive ones, ones that made his cock harden in his pants.

God, you were perfect, but untouchable. Aegons, you were Aegons wife, perhaps that’s what made it fun.

Aegon who took everything from him, and Aemond, who took the attention of his dear lady wife.

Aemond knew what you wanted, and you knew what he wanted. Eachother, so badly. So badly, he began using the secret passageways to peek into your room, one you shared with Aegon.

Aegon pounded into you, with little to no rhythm. He gave you no pleasure, and Aemond was sure of that, your moans were fake, and your own hand was circling your clit.

You deserved better, to be fucked mercilessly with pleasure. Aemond focused on you through the peephole, undoing his trousers and fucking into his own hand.

His painfully hard dick was throbbing, leaking as he watched you squirm in pleasure from your own movements on your clit.

You were getting close, all to the thanks of your own hand. If that was Aemond, he’d be bedding you the right way, rutting into your hot cunt into all the right places, his thumb rubbing against that needy little bud.

The thought alone almost makes him cum, but he wants to cum with you.

Your head is thrown back, moaning. If only Aegon knew it wasn’t for him. Your finish was approaching.

Aegon came, collapsing next to you without a care for your pleasure, but you kept going. and with your increase of speed, Aemonds did too. His cock was throbbing in his hand, begging for release.

And just then, you came. You moaned loudly, “Aemond…!” and in that moment, Aemond couldn’t believe his ears, and his cock spurted hot cum in thick lines onto his hand.

Aemond panted, pulling his eye back from the peephole, only to hear Aegons amused chuckle.

“Again? Perhaps we ought to organise for Aemond to use you, I’m sure he’d enjoy that tight cunt of yours.” Aegon spoke, and Aemond could hear if, and his heart pounded.

So that wasn’t the first time you’d came to him? And Aegon wanted him to fuck you?

One thing was certain, and if Aegon searched for him, he intended to be found, if only a second inside you.

Compensation | Aemond Targaryen

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Summary: Your husbands brother takes over.

Warnings: Smut, dub-con??, reader doesnt know its Aemond, cheating, fingering, oral f!receiving, valyrian (translated), fun times!

Pairings: Aemond x f!reader, Aegon x f!reader (not rlly lol)

AN: sorry for disappearing, thought I'd give you guys a little sumn to rectify it.

You do not know how you got here. You felt as if the marriage between you and Aegon had gone stale. He had returned to his ways of whoring- you were certain of it. But you didn’t have the heart to confront him, how could you? His sweet and dutiful wife, he would surely strike you where you stand.

Yet as the morning air circulated through the chambers you and Aegon shared, there was a warm tongue lapping at your aching core. In your drowsy state, your hand gripped the cold sheets beside you, unable to process that if Aegon were there, the sheets would’ve been warm.

Too lost in the throes of pleasure to realise the hair in between your nimble fingers was not curly. Head falling back against the pillow, a thick and throaty moan spilled from your lips. Oh, it had been so long since your body had felt pleasure. You were beginning to forget how it felt.

His tongue trailed from your aching hole up to your clit, which twitches as the feeling of release builds up within your belly. God, had it been so long that you were going to peak as fast? Or is Aegon just more skilful nowadays? You did not get the chance to think any further, his tongue stiffening to attack your clitoris with a newfound pressure, slowly licking it, as if to prohibit your release.

Your teeth bite at the skin of your bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut as a desperate moan escape once your teeth relent. Tears begin forming, the pleasure hurling to you at an intensity you swear was ungodly.

“Oh, fuck!” Your voice comes out ragged, immediately following it a slow whine, with that whine, the stress of the last month left with it. The peak sent electricity up your spine, washing over you extraordinarily, your head feeling fuzzy and euphoric as your husbands’ tongue continues its assault on your clit, until he knows you are well and truly finished.

“Did your husband not teach you its unladylike to swear?” A voice came, and your heartbeat impossibly fast as your body pulled away, sitting up against your headboard, away from the warm body.

“Aemond?” A hum elicited from his mouth, the same mouth that had just engorged your pussy as if it was his last meal. “Aegon told me that he wasn’t going to bother pleasing you anymore,” Aemond spoke sternly, now moving up so you could see his face, the barely still lit candle illuminating the detailing on his eyepatch, and the scar that peaked from above it.

“So, I didn’t think he would mind if I did the job for him,” he added, and you could not deny how your pussy pulsed once more, a new wetness gathering in between your thighs. “A-Aemond.” You began, but he cut you off once more. “And by the sounds of it, I did the job better than he did.”

“You don’t know that.” You sputtered, and he gave you an incredulous look.

“Oh, ñuha doru-borto riña. ao gīmigon bona nyke kostilus ao sȳrkta than ziry mirre gōntan.” Aemonds rough voice that was somehow so smooth at the same time cut through the air like ice. Yet it was not in your mother tongue, you understood it all the same. ‘Stupid girl... you know that I please you better than he ever did.’

Your mouth dried out. “Aemond.” Your voice a warning, to both him and to yourself, why did him speaking Valyrian have to make your cunt flutter so?

“Tepagon isse, byka mēre.” Give in, little one. Aemond leant over your body, which was pressed against the headboard, his eyes dart down to your lips, which a red, on the border of bleeding from earlier. His tongue darts out to wet his own lips, and the sight makes your body weaken, alongside your resolve. “Tepagon isse,” give in.

Your wide, conflicted eyes bore into his one remaining lilac eye, which seemed to know your thoughts, your very being. You let yourself be distracted by his face- even for just a second. Yet that lead to your lips being pressed harshly against his, hand wrapping into the silver gold hair that you admired so much even before tonight. His hand moved and groped at your tits, while your free one moved to his trousers, unlacing them with little to no struggle.

Aemond sat up on his knees, letting you work on the laces, meanwhile he stripped himself of the leather cloak on his shoulders and the shirt gone with it.

“Please, take me before I change my mind.” You mutter, ridding him of the trousers as he pulled them from his legs. “Ask politely, in Valyrian.” His voice was nothing short of a demand, and you decided to swallow your pride, just this once.

“Gūrogon nyke, kostilus.” Take me, please. Your stumbly voice came out, unsure of your pronunciation still, but its good enough for him. His long and slender finger made its way to trace your slit, pushing its way into your pussy, ensuring its wet enough for him.

Once he decided it was, he began stroking his cock leisurely. It was long, unlike Aegon’s. Aemonds tip was a pink that contrasted the pale skin of his shaft, which looked strained, veins visible. Your mouth watered at the sight, your hand replacing his as you jerked him, leading him towards your entrance as you did so, pushing the tip of him in.

You slowly slid so he got further inside, your head falling back on the pillow, the pleasure laced pain was almost too much for you already. Aemonds hair fell by the sides of his face, as he waits for the nod you give him, and he begins thrusting. His one visible eye is hooded with pleasure as he snaps his hips tentatively. With each movement, he hit the spot inside of you that made your moans become slowly more shameless, the sight of him in pleasure gave you an immeasurable amount back.

“Qogralbar nyke alike iā live.” Fuck me alike a whore. The words are all the confirmation Aemond needs to lose control, his thrusts growing quicker and more forceful, his large hand moving to grab your throat, kissing you as he pounded you. Your moans emptied into his mouth, one of your hands going downwards to circle your clit, determined to reach your release.

He pulls back, putting both his hands on the headboard, the abrupt movements of his hips getting faster, his cheeks flushed and mouth ajar he groans softly. Your moans become more wanton as you get closer to your peak, and he is approaching his too.

“Māzigon lēda nyke.” Come with me. He didn’t have to say it twice as you tumbled over into your release, your nails scraping up his back with a long, drawn-out moan followed by whimpered swears. He came with you, his weight coming down on you but not fully as his thrusts slowed, his warm spend nestling itself within your womb.

As the minutes after your orgasm continued, you wandered what to do next, the only thoughts plaguing your mind were your good brother, and how he was infinitely a better lay than your husband.

sleeping beauty | aemond targaryen

warnings: somno, intense breath play, piv, pet names (bunny), aem superiority complex, non con, degredation, ooc,

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

summary: Aemond decides he wants to experience you while you sleep.

a/n: need sum1 to call me bunny irl

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Aemond knows it’s wrong to take you while you sleep. But he knows you wouldn’t put up a fight if he were to decide to violate that boundary. He knows you’d play the dutiful wife, your body his to indulge in whenever he so pleased.

Aemond considered asking while you were awake, to have sex with him. But he wanted to try something new.

As you slept, he watched. His eyes attending to your breathing, waiting for it to slow. He’d deem when you were just deep enough into your slumber. That’s when he’d make his move, luckily, in his favour, you were wearing a lightweight shift to bed. He thanked the gods for making the night warn, otherwise you’d not have been vulnerable to his advances.

Aemond’s eyes settled on your chest, your breath had evened out, and your mouth lightly agape. His hand makes his way from under the furs to your thigh, sliding it up until the fabric of your shift bunches under his tentative hands, hiking it above your hips, nothing hiding your cunt from him.

Goosebumps rose on your flesh even as you slept, your body unable to resist him even in sleep. His cock is already hard from the feel of your soft skin, and the inviting warmth between your legs. While moving as little as possible, he frees his cock from constraint, his hand snaking its way to your clitoris, making careful and calculated circles around it.

“Mmnnh.” The first noise from you, a muffled sound of pleasure, stirring gently. He continued with the movement of his hand, but drifts it lower towards your vagina. His finger is covered in your slick, ready to take him.

His length is thin, but long, making it all the easier to push into your plush, velvet walls. A groan escapes his throat and he bottoms out. You stir again, and he moves a hair from your face to behind your ear. He wants to watch your sleeping face as he defiles you.

Aemonds thrusts start carefully, he puts his face against your head, breathing in your scent while muffling any noise he emits. “My bunnies little cunt takes me so well, even while she’s asleep.” He mumbles, his thrusts quickening to a safe pace while not completely restraining himself. He wanted to enjoy this a little longer before you woke.

Your pussy quivers around him from time to time, causing him to grunt. Hes mumbling incoherently, scanning over the details of your face as he takes you. “Good bunny,” he coos, soothing your sleeping form, thrusts becoming rougher, more sharp. “Such- such a little whore.” He stutters, his hand going to wrap around your throat, his hand fitting so perfectly around it.

He squeezed, resting just how far he could go. He used your throat as leverage to fuck you harder. You open your eyes groggily, panting and confused. “Aemond?”

“Shut up and take it, bunny.” Aemond hisses into your ear, his grip on your throat tightening. You have no choice but to listen to him. His tip roughly meets your spot, causing you to grip the blankets.

His hand leaves your throat to push your head down into the pillow, flipping you onto your stomach, he angles his cock back to your entrance and pushes in once more, his thrusts mad, looking at your sleepy, confused, cock drunk face.

“Gonna fill you up,” he pants, forcing your head further against the pillow, “Cum for me bunny,” his breathy voice comes again. You squirm, letting out a yelp of sorts, and he begins to pound faster, sending you over the edge, tears from the sheer force of his thrusts rise to your eyes, letting out a strangled cry as you come apart, pussy pulsing and acting as a vice around him.

“Good bitch,” he seethes, rolling his hips a few times more before they stutter, filling you deep with his seed. You lay there, your brain fucked dumb. Aemond leaves the bed, fetching a towel to wipe you down briefly, getting into the bed again wordlessly rolling over. He falls asleep soon thereafter, and so do you.

Aemond Targaryen - Love of My Life

Warnings: Aegon obviously, slight mention of alcohol, allusions to sexual harassment and violence, allusions to nightmare and self inflicted wounds OTHERWISE FLUFF FLUFF AND FLUFF

Words: 2.0k

SHE/HER PRONOUNS // 3rd PERSON VIEW

Summary: Aemond Targaryen didn’t seem like the loveliest person in Westeros but with Y/N, he would do anything to keep his betrothed happy and safe. He was the happiest with her, before and after marrying her.

**Valyrian translation after the imagine, below the --- line. Hope you enjoy and let me know your thoughts.**

Aemond Targaryen wasn’t kind to everyone. Especially to the ones who crossed him or even annoyed him. 

Aemond Targaryen was only kind to a few people, including Y/N. She meant everything to the silver haired prince.

They both had met each other as children, as they both grew up in King’s Landing. Aemond had seen her for the first time reading a book in the castle’s library. As a child, it was Aemond’s peaceful place and it quickly became theirs. They would often meet after dinner, spend the night reading and talking about plenty of things. He was himself when he was with her. He loved the way she liked him as a person, not as a prince or as an arse. He loved the way she would tell him about everything, only because she trusted him. She would come to him if something was wrong and even as children, they would never lie to each other.

Many years of harmony passed until Aemond lost his eye. He became more distant even though Y/N wanted to be there for him. He wouldn’t let anyone in, at least he tried to let her in, but it was terrifying for him. Her seeing him so destroyed, tainted, as a monster. Yet Y/N did not see him as all those things, she came to his bedroom every so often, talk like they were children again and he would lose himself in her. He would become a child again, a happy one, a kind one. He would get drunk on the sound of her laughter, and he knew that he only wanted her in his life.

Two years after his eye was gone, his mother started to propose women to him, to get him to choose one of them. To make them his betrothed, but he only wanted her. He only wanted Y/N.

“Mother, I will not marry any of those girls.” He dropped on the Queen.

“And why is that, Aemond?” Because I only want Y/N, mother. I want her to be my wife. He urged to say it. He had to. And he did.

“I want to marry lady Y/N.”

His mother looked at him. He looked back at her, all seriousness in his eye. She nodded and walked away. The day after, his mother told him what he could marry her.

He was the happiest man in all Westeros.

The minute she had stepped into his room for their daily encounter, he ran to her and pulled her into his arms.

He spun her around in the air and she giggled loudly. His hands were spalled on her waist and hers tangled in his long hair.

He finally set her down on the ground, the height difference making its way back.

“What have you eaten to make you this happy, my dear Aemond? Have you had a new saddle for Vaghar or something?” She walked deeper into his room to sit on the velvet seat, her beautiful dress promoting her beautiful body.

“I have wonderful news. But I need you to hear me first, no talking.” She nodded as he approached her, kneeling before her.

She looked at him with big innocent eyes.

“We have known each other since we were children, and I have loved every single moment with you, my lady. Tis the day where I am asking you, with my family blessing, to marry me. I have loved you since I saw you in the library. When this,” he said, touching his patched eye, “happened, I closed myself to everyone but you did not let me shut you out. You stayed and I realised then that all I wanted, in my whole existence, was you. I only want you; you are the only one for me. I love you, and I’ll never stop. I swear on the gods. I love you. Would you do me the honor of becoming mine forever?” He exhaled softly; his hands went to grab a small box from his lapel.

He opened the small box before the woman he loved. Her gaze shifted from his face to the beautiful ring, impaled with a blue sapphire decorating it.

“Aemond… I-I…” She was speechless. The expression on her face was unreadable.

He tried to pull away, thinking he made a fool of himself but she pulled his face to meet hers halfway. Their lips joined into sweet harmony and he pulled himself even more into her. His hands roamed on her body, finding their way to the low of her back, her legs spreading to let Aemond get closer.

She pulled away from his lips, her hands on his strong face.

“Yes, I’ll marry you, Aemond. I’d marry you today, I’d have married you if we were children and I’d marry you again any day. I love you, Aemond Targaryen, I always have and I always will.”

His eye was glassy, a huge grin on his face appeared. He pulled one of his hands away, removing the ring from its box and placing around her ring finger. It was perfect.

She smiled so brightly, Aemond kissed her again. He was in heaven and he will always be if he’s with her.

Their wedding happened only weeks after the proposal and Aemond was the happiest with her. She was his and it was everything he ever dreamed of.

One night, a couple of years after their union, she was known as the untouchable wife. Yet someone in his family did not respect the “untouchable” aspect.

She was at a celebration, as were all of Aemond’s family. Music was filling up the room, the banquet was filled with too many people to count. But she could feel the presence of her dear husband behind her. They were both sitting at the main table, he grabbed her hand that landed on her thigh and kissed it, intertwining his fingers as well.

He pulled away, standing up, telling her he’ll be right back. Before he could pull back, she told him that she will go up directly to their room, it was late and she was tired. He nodded, offered her a sweet smile, and kissed her forehead sweetly.

As she made her way up, she was met with Aegon, his brother. Aegon was known for his sense, or his lack of sense, for the word “no”.

“Hello, wife. How dare you look so fine this evening!” He reeked of wine and many other beverages.

“Aegon, I am not your wife. Please go back to the venue, I’m sure there’s more women interested in you.” I desperately wanted him to go away.

“Mhm, must you have mistaken me, lady Y/N, yet I don’t like that attitude of yours.” He suddenly gripped her wrist tightly, and she tried to get out of his reach.

“Let go Aegon. Let. Me. Go. Now.” She ordered yet he pulled her flush to his chest and she hated every second of it. He breathed her in, and she pulled even harder to get out of his reach. He gripped her waist and before she knew it, she was pinned to a wall with both of her hands pressed behind her back, hitting the brick wall.

As he pressed himself even closer to her, she punched him between his legs and slapped him down on the ground before running away to her chambers.

Time passed before Aemond returned to their room. Y/N was asleep when he came into the room. Her peaceful form decorating the bed, her hair draping the pillow. He reached to her side, sitting besides her. He placed a sweet kiss on her forehead before reaching his side of the bed.

They were both sleeping in no time before Y/N was stirring up in her sleep. Aemond, like the light sleeper that he is, woke up in a second. She was whimpering in her sleep, her head snapping from sides to sides. She was clawing at her wrist, which Aemond tried to get her to stop.

“Jorrāelagon, wake up. Come on”, he clasped lightly at the hand that was clawing the other. “Y/N, wake up, come on, wake up.” He shook her slightly, sitting up in the bed.

She woke up and jolted up with small cry, she tried to pull away from him, as if he had hurt her.

“It’s alright, issa jorrāelagon, you’re alright. You're safe.” She realised that it wasn’t Aegon. It was only him. Only Aemond, the boy who she had loved for so long.

She melted into sobs when he pulled her in his arms, her legs pulled over his, one arm around her waist and the other one cradling her head. Her head and heavy sobs laid on his chest, his face resting by her head.

“Did you have a nightmare, dōna mirre?” She nodded weakly. Her sobs resuming. He praised her with sweet word in her ear, he cradled her in his arms, assuring her that she was safe.

Her sobs calmed down and she found peace in his heartbeat.

He looked down at the sight of her wife, he saddens at her gaze, his heart breaking because something is troubling her.

The hand that was cradling her head softly pulled at the wrist she was hurting in her sleep. He saw, even in the dim darkness, that there were marks, not of her nails, but of a tight embrace.

“Who did this to you, my love? When did this happen?” He questioned her softly, not wanting to startle her.

“I don’t want you to be mad.” She responded lightly.

He pulled her chin, making her look up at him.

“Love, I won’t be mad, I promise. I just want to know the truth.” He brushed her hair out of her face.

“It was Aegon. He was drunk, like always, but I was walking up to go to our room and he called me his wife, and he pulled my wrist,” She sniffled, Aemond felt her breath accelerate.

“Breathe my love, take your time.” He purred. Aemond was boiling on the inside but he could never be harsh on her.

“He pushed me to the wall, started to press himself against me, and I punched him away. I ran as fast as I could. I thought he was going to run after me, Aemond, I was so scared.” She truthfully told Aemond, her tears seeping his night shirt.

“Oh, dōna mirre, I’m sorry he’s done this to you. I’ll handle him in the morning, and I promise you he won’t ever touch you again, nobody will.” He caressed her hair, calming her down. He kissed the palm of her hand, trailing kisses down to her inflamed wrist. She calmed down, leaning into his touch.

Aemond pulled her down with him, to lay together in the bed.

“Everything is going to be just fine, darling. Rest in my arms, you’re safe.”

She turned to be faced with his chest. She looked up to his figure, some strands of glittery hair falling on his face.

“I love you, valzȳrys. Thank you for always being here for me.”

“No need to thank me, that’s what I’m here for. I love you." He whispered in her ear, pulling her against him, kissing her forehead and the rest of her face sweetly. She fell asleep in his arms, as she always did.

He’d deal with Aegon in the morning, and everything will be alright.

She’ll be alright. She was with Aemond after all.

“Ao sagon se jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson.” He pressed one last kiss on the ring that laid upon his wife’s finger and went into a peaceful sleep.

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I hope you like this imagine, I had a pleasure writing this. Here are the traduction in english for the Valyrian words.

Jorrāelagon: Love

issa jorrāelagon: my love

dōna mirre: sweet thing

valzȳrys: husband

Ao sagon se jorrāelagon hen issa glaeson: You are the love of my life