#AEM-7

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Refs practice sheet for an upcoming art series! The first installment may or may not be coming out soon👀

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Day 21: EMD AEM-7

Info from Wikipedia:

The EMD AEM-7 is a twin-cab four-axle 7,000 hp (5.2 MW) B-B electric locomotive built by Electro-Motive Division (EMD) and ASEA between 1978 and 1988. The locomotive is a derivative of the Swedish SJ Rc4 designed for passenger service in the United States. The primary customer was Amtrak, which bought 54 for use on the Northeast Corridor and Keystone Corridor. Two commuter operators, MARC and SEPTA, also purchased locomotives, for a total of 65.

Amtrak ordered the AEM-7 after the failure of the GE E60 locomotive. The first locomotives entered service in 1980 and were an immediate success, ending a decade of uncertainty on the Northeast Corridor. In the late 1990s, Amtrak rebuilt 29 of its locomotives from DC to AC traction. The locomotives continued operating through the arrival of the final Siemens ACS-64 in June 2016. MARC retired its fleet in April 2017 in favor of Siemens Chargers, and SEPTA retired all seven of its AEM-7s in November 2018 in favor of ACS-64s. Amtrak assumed control of almost all private sector intercity passenger rail service in the United States on May 1, 1971, with a mandate to reverse decades of decline. Amtrak retained approximately 184 of the 440 trains which had run the day before. To operate these trains, Amtrak inherited a fleet of 300 locomotives (electric and diesel) and 1190 passenger cars, most of which dated from the 1940s–1950s.

Operation on the electrified portion of the Northeast Corridor was split between the Budd Metroliner electric multiple units and PRR GG1 locomotives. The latter were over 35 years old and restricted to 85 mph (137 km/h). Amtrak sought a replacement, but no US manufacturer offered an electric passenger locomotive. Importing and adapting a European locomotive would require a three-year lead time. With few other options, Amtrak turned to GE to adapt the E60C freight locomotive for passenger service. GE delivered two models, the E60CP and the E60CH. However, the locomotives proved unsuitable for speeds above 90 mph (145 km/h), leaving Amtrak once again in need of a permanent solution. Amtrak then examined existing European high-speed designs, and two were imported for trials in 1976–77: the Swedish SJ Rc4 (Amtrak No. X995, SJ No. 1166), and the French SNCF Class CC 21000 (Amtrak No. X996, SNCF No. 21003). Amtrak favored the Swedish design, which became the basis for the AEM-7.

The AEM-7 was far smaller than its predecessors, the PRR GG1 and the GE E60. It measured 51 ft 1+25⁄32 in (15.59 m) long by 10 ft 2 in (3.10 m) wide, and stood 14 ft 9.5 in (4.51 m) tall, a decrease in length of over 20 ft (6.1 m). The AEM-7's weight was half that of the E60CP or the GG1. On its introduction it was the "smallest and lightest high horsepower locomotive in North America." The Budd Company manufactured the carbodies for the initial Amtrak order, while the Austrian firm Simmering-Graz-Pauker built the carbodies for the MARC and SEPTA orders.

Reflecting the varied electrification schemes on the Northeast Corridor the locomotives could operate at three different voltages: 11 kV 25 Hz AC, 12.5 kV 60 Hz AC and 25 kV 60 Hz. A pair of Faiveley DS-11 two-stage pantographs, one at each end of the locomotive, collected power from the overhead catenary wire. Thyristor converters stepped down the high-voltage AC to provide DC power at a much lower voltage to four traction motors, one per axle. As built the AEM-7 was rated at 7,000 hp (5.2 MW), with a starting tractive effort of 51,710 lbf (230 kN) and a continuous tractive effort of 28,100 lbf (125 kN). Its maximum speed was 125 miles per hour (201.2 km/h). A separate static converter supplied 500 kW 480 V head-end power (HEP) for passenger comfort. This was sufficient to supply heating, lighting, and other electrical needs in 8-10 Amfleet cars. The rebuilt AEM-7ACs used AC traction instead of DC traction. The power modules used water-cooled insulated-gate bipolar transistor (IGBT) technology and provided about 5,000 kilowatts (6,700 horsepower) of traction power plus 1,000 kilowatts (1,300 horsepower) of HEP, twice the HEP capacity of the original DC units. The 6 FXA 5856 traction motors, from Alstom's ONIX family of propulsion components, had a maximum rating of 1,250–1,275 kilowatts (1,676–1,710 horsepower) each and a continuous rating of 1,080 kilowatts (1,450 horsepower). The remanufactured AEM-7ACs were the world's first passenger locomotives to incorporate IGBT technology.

Amtrak planned a fleet of 53 locomotives, with an estimated cost of $137.5 million. Limited funding hampered that plan, but in September 1977 Amtrak proceeded with a plan to buy 30 locomotives for $77.8 million. Five groups bid on the contract: General Motors' Electro-Motive Division (EMD)/ASEA, Morrison–Knudsen/Alstom, Brown Boveri, Siemens/KraussMaffei, and AEG/KraussMaffei. Amtrak awarded the contract to the EMD/ASEA partnership in January 1978. It ordered 17 more locomotives in February 1980, bringing the total to 47.

Revenue service began on May 9, 1980, when No. 901 departed Washington Union Station with a Metroliner service. The Swedish influence led to the nickname "Meatball", after Swedish meatballs. Railfans nicknamed the boxy locomotives "toasters". Between 1980 and 1982, 47 AEM-7s (Nos. 900–946) went into service. Amtrak retired the last of its PRR GG1s on May 1, 1981, while most of the GE E60s were sold to other operators. The new locomotives swiftly proved themselves; Car and Locomotive Cyclopedia stated that no new locomotive since the New York Central Hudson had "such an impact on speeds and schedule performance."

This strong performance led to further orders. Amtrak added seven more locomotives in 1987, delivered in 1988, for a total of 54. Two commuter operators in the Northeast ordered AEM-7s. MARC ordered four in 1986 for use on its Penn Line service on the Northeast Corridor between Washington, D.C. and Perryville, Maryland. The Southeastern Pennsylvania Transportation Authority (SEPTA) ordered seven in 1987. Amtrak also used the AEM-7s to handle the Keystone Service on the Keystone Corridor between Harrisburg and Philadelphia as the Budd Metroliners, displaced from the Northeast Corridor, reached the end of their service lives.

In 1999, Amtrak and Alstom began a remanufacturing program for Amtrak's AEM-7s. Alstom supplied AC propulsion equipment, electrical cabinets, transformers, HEP, and cab displays. The rebuild provided Amtrak with locomotives that had improved high end tractive effort and performance with longer trains. Amtrak workers performed the overhauls under Alstom supervision at Amtrak's shop in Wilmington, Delaware. These remanufactured AEM-7s were designated AEM-7AC. Between 1999 and 2002, Amtrak rebuilt 29 of its AEM-7s. As the locomotives passed 30 years of service their operators made plans for replacements. In 2010, Amtrak ordered 70 Siemens ACS-64 locomotives to replace both the AEM-7s and the newer but unreliable Bombardier/Alstom HHP-8s. The ACS-64s began entering revenue service in February 2014. The last two active AEM-7s, Amtrak Nos. 942 and 946, made their final run on June 18, 2016, on a special farewell excursion that ran between Washington, D.C. and Philadelphia.

While Amtrak was replacing its AEM-7s, MARC initially decided in 2013 to phase out its electric operations on the Penn Line altogether and retire both its AEM-7 and Bombardier–Alstom HHP-8 locomotives, but the railroad instead started a refurbishment program for its HHP-8s in 2017. As of September 2017, the first HHP-8 reconditioned under this program had been delivered and was undergoing successful testing. MARC selected the Siemens Charger diesel locomotive as the replacement for its AEM-7 fleet in 2015. The last of the MARC AEM-7s were retired by April 2017, with the Chargers expected to enter service by January 2018.

SEPTA will continue to use electric traction, replacing its seven AEM-7s and lone ABB ALP-44, an improved AEM-7, with fifteen ACS-64s. The first SEPTA ACS-64, #901, entered revenue service on July 11, 2018. On December 1, 2018, SEPTA held a farewell excursion for the AEM-7 and ALP-44 locomotives along the Paoli/Thorndale Line.

Two locomotives, ex-Amtrak Nos. 928 and 942, were moved to the Transportation Technology Center in July 2017.

Caltrain, which operates commuter trains in the San Francisco Bay Area, purchased two retired Amtrak AEM-7s to test their electrification system once completed. The units would also serve as backup power for EMU cars. On June 7, 2018, the board awarded two contracts totalling approximately $600,000: one to purchase two AEM-7ACs from Mitsui & Co, and the other to Amtrak for refurbishment, training, and transportation to the Caltrain maintenance facility in San Jose. Locomotive Nos. 929 and 938 were delivered to California by Amtrak in June 2019.

Seven of the remaining SEPTA AEM-7s were leased to NJ Transit beginning in late December 2018 for the purpose of allowing NJ Transit to roster additional locomotives equipped with positive train control (PTC) in order to meet a deadline for operating PTC-capable equipment. However, they were never used and subsequently returned. SEPTA then used them exclusively for overnight work service during autumn, cleaning tracks and applying traction gel. In 2022, SEPTA sold the AEM-7s and ALP-44 for scrap.

Two units have been preserved: ex-Amtrak Nos. 915 at the Railroad Museum of Pennsylvania, and 945 at the Illinois Railway Museum.

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despite my url god Koffin Missah might be my fav Electra, he’s just so cute and sharp and has the right vibe

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Our Last Summer (modern!HOTD)

part 7 of 10 || series masterlist || previous part || next part

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: Aemond realizes he messed things up with you and attempts to reconcile at the summer carnival.

word count: 5.5k

rating: Mature/Explicit/18+

warnings below the cut!

warnings: language, exhibitionism, oral (fem-receiving), fingering, kissing

note: im starting to become obsessed with them ngl 🧍🏻‍♀️

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AEMOND POV

Aemond knew he had fucked up.

Royally, fucked up.

Something he finds himself doing quite often. It had been several days since the hot tub incident. Several days since he’d last spoken to her. Aemond glances at his phone again, watching the time change as Helaena hurries down the stairs.  

“Morning,” she calls, tossing her phone onto the couch and stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied sigh.

“It’s noon,” Aemond tells her.

“Where’s Y/N?” Helaena asks, sliding onto the couch next to him. 

She lets her feet hang off the edge of the armrest, her neck straining over the cushion as though she’s about to topple off of the sofa altogether. It looks quite uncomfortable, and wildly different from Aemond’s rigid posture as he frowns over his phone. 

“How should I know?”

“You’re sleeping with her, aren’t you?” Helaena muses, playing with a strand of her hair, “You usually have your companions over more frequently, if I recall.”

Trying to, Aemond thinks to himself, his jaw clenched. If she’d return my calls.

“She’s upset with me,” Aemond admits, tossing his phone to the side. It’s always been hard to keep the truth from Helaena.

Helaena makes a noise of contempt.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll fix it. You’re clever that way,” Hel encourages, “Perhaps a grand gesture of sorts? Something Austen-esque.” 

A phone buzzes on the sofa. Aemond checks his anyway, though he knows it’s Hel’s as she reaches for it. 

“It’s whatever,” Aemond lies through his teeth, “Plenty of girls around for the summer.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” Helaena says, twisting her body so she’s upright on the couch, “Can you calm down the fuckboy-sona for five fucking minutes?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Aemond says, shrugging.

Helaena rolls her eyes. 

“Okay Egg,” she says with a sneer, “Manwhoring doesn’t look good on you Aem. It’s not in your nature. Doesn’t suit you at all.”

“Suits my cock just fine,” he says, causing Helaena to make a face of disgust. 

“Gross,” she says, nose still scrunched, “It’s not you.”

Aemond doesn’t answer. Just glances at his phone again. The time greets him, but no other notifications. He opens Instagram, trying to avoid Helaena’s piercing gaze. As the app opens, he notices your profile picture, signifying you’ve posted a story. He shamelessly clicks on it, revealing you were at Seasnake Scoops seven minutes ago. 

Perfect. 

“Are you in the mood for ice cream?” Aemond asks, changing the subject and rising from the couch. 

Helaena’s frown deepens. 

“Aemond-”

“Hel, unless you’re saying yes or no to ice cream, just drop it,” he snaps, moving quickly to leave the room. 

“Oh fuck you,” Helaena says, rising from the couch and following him, “You’re just scared Aemond! Fucking scared.”

He hears every word, though he pretends he doesn’t as the front door slams shut behind him, leaving Helaena alone in the house.

 The last time Aemond Targaryen was in Seasnake Scoops it was not a pleasant experience. He’d been around thirteen years old at the time, and Aegon had assured him that Cece Lannister was waiting, expecting a date with him. 

Aemond remembered how nervous he felt. Though Cece wasn’t his cup of tea, she was beautiful, smart, and held the social status and respect that Aemond craved. A date with Cece was sure to turn the tide for him.  

He’d waited all afternoon for her. Seated at a table, knee bouncing uncontrollably with nerves. As people wandered in and out, the lady lion never made an appearance. It was Rhaenyra who found him as the sun began to set, seated on the curb outside the ice cream shop.

It had all been a joke, he’d realized once he entered the house. Aegon was in stitches until his mother smacked him upside the head and yelled at him. Aemond had stayed solemn, walking straight to his room without speaking.

They are always going to laugh at you, he thought to himself. 

Standing outside the ice cream shop left a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. Seasnake Scoops was unopposing in itself; it was the memories that haunted it. A small ice cream shop with some tables outside, with blue and white umbrellas offering some shade. There was indoor seating as well with air conditioning. 

Aemond stared at the people in line to order, scanning the small crowd for you. The nervous feeling returned being surrounded by all these people, remembering Cece.

Until he saw her.

She had turned her head, reaching for some napkins as the cashier handed her a soft serve twist in a cone covered in rainbow sprinkles. She smiles politely, thanking them before licking a stripe up the side of the frozen treat. There’s something so sweet about the way her eyes light up, Aemond finds himself smiling as she licks her lips. 

She turns to leave the line and his eye meets hers. It’s as though someone switches off the light behind her eyes completely. 

Cold is the only way to describe the look she awards him, as her mouth falls into a straight line. Aemond only holds her gaze for a moment before she looks towards the ground and begins to quicken her pace. But Aemond is faster.

“Y/N,” he calls, blocking her path back up the stairs inside. 

She sighs, avoiding his gaze, assessing whether or not she can squeeze around him.

“Move,” she tells him.

“You’re not answering my texts,” he says, confusion evident in his voice, “Or my calls.”

“Yeah,” she says, “Maybe you should take the hint.”

“I haven’t heard from you all week.”

“I’m trying to eat my ice cream Aemond,” she tells him, “What are you stalking me now?”

“Viewing an Instagram story is hardly a punishable offense,” he tells her.

“Just a reminder to block you later,” she tells him.

Aemond’s heart sinks at her words. There’s no playful banter in her tone, no note of excitement. She’s deadly serious. 

“Goodbye,” she tells him, moving past him.

You’re losing her, he realizes. Do something. 

“I didn’t mean it,” Aemond says suddenly, “Y/N, I didn’t mean what I-”

“You know what, Aemond?” she says, her gaze icy, “I don’t care what you meant or didn’t mean. I care about what you said.”

Aemond’s chest tightens at her words. She’s standing tall, the ice cream beginning to drip down the cone between her small fingers. She ignores it if she even notices, but Aemond’s eye follows the sticky river beginning to form. He gets a sudden urge to lick the mess from her hand and pull her towards him covering her in sticky kisses. 

Seven hells. Stop it. 

Aemond blinks as she turns away, before giving him one last lingering look.

“Will is waiting for me,” she tells him, and the ache in his chest grows.

“Will?” he asks, the one-syllable tasting like poison on his tongue.

“Yes, Will,” she says, annoyance in her tone, “People who like each other go on dates. They date each other. I know that must be a foreign concept to you.”

Aemond says nothing, just clenches his teeth so tightly together his jaw begins to ache.

“Maybe give Floris a ring or one of your other friends. I’m sure there’s someone convenient for you,” she says, turning and walking away. 

Aemond lets her go, watching as she goes inside Seasnake Scoops, the door slamming shut behind her. The second time in his life he’s been left alone there. 

READER POV

“You can’t do this!” Baela’s voice calls from the hallway, “You can’t make me!”

You quickly leap out of bed at the sound of your best friend’s distress, opening the door and flying down the stairs. After your run-in with Aemond, you’d returned to your room to sulk for the majority of the afternoon. 

Baela stands below, arms crossed, tear tracks running down her cheeks. Rhaenys stands in front of her, hands folded, a stern expression on her face.

“Baela, it is one dinner-”

“It’s always one dinner,” Baela says, through her teeth, “One dinner, then another, then ‘we have to all go together Baela, as a family’,” she deepens her voice to the likeness of her father, “Like I want to go to that stupid gala and pretend everything is fucking fine!”

Rhaenys moved forward, taking Baela’s hands in her own.

“You’re angry,” she says to her softly, “You have every right to be. But don’t shut him out, dōna jorrāelagon (sweet love). Not when he’s finally trying.”

“For her,” Baela says, quietly, “He’s trying for her.”

“Rhaenyra is trying as well,” Rhaenys assures her, “You are not replacing your mother by letting her in.”

Baela yanks her hands away, angry tears spilling from her eyes. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. 

“I can’t forgive him,” Baela insists, “I can’t do it. I can’t forgive her either.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Rhaenys says, “I’m asking you to try.”

“This is me trying,” Baela snarls, “Staying away, letting them play happy family! That is me trying!”

Rhaenys purses her lips.

“Laena would-”

“Don’t,” Baela warns, shaking her head, “Don’t you dare.”

Her voice has dropped to a whisper. Rhaenys sighs, looking toward the floor. The tension between grandmother and granddaughter could be cut with a knife. Rhaenys looks back at Baela, drinking in her angered expression.

“You’re so much like her,” Rhaenys muses softly, before reaching out and stroking her cheek, “Full of so much fire.”

“I’m not going,” Baela insists.

“You are,” Rhaenys says, “I’ll hear no more of it. You can go to the carnival after.”

“Y/N will be all alone!” Baela says, pointing at you.

Rhaenys gives you an unimpressed look, but you nod quickly. Anything to help your best friend. 

Though Rhaenys doesn’t look like she buys it for one second.

“I’m sure Y/N will be fine for a couple of hours,” Rhaenys says, raising an eyebrow at you.

“She’s going to get lost,” Baela says, and you agree. 

Rhaenys gives you a stern glance, one only a grandmother can deliver. Baela loops her arm through yours, holding her chin high. You crack first under Rhaenys glare. 

“I’m sure I’ll be okay for a little bit,” you say quietly. 

Rhaenys smiles at her success as Baela drops your arm with a groan. You give her an apologetic smile, knowing you’ve doomed her to another dinner with her father and stepmother.

You arrive at the carnival just as the sun goes down. It’s already crowded with people, the lights from all the rides making everyone glow with neon colors. The smell of fried food and the sound of laughter fills the air as you wade through the sea of people. You decided on a simple baby blue sundress, styling your hair off of your shoulders. It’s been so hot recently, you can’t stand the feeling of having your hair down.

You glance at your phone, though Helaena has yet to respond. You promised you’d meet her at the main ticket stand. 

The minutes tick by and you’re still standing with a rope of red tickets when your phone buzzes letting you know that Helaena had fallen asleep after losing track of time. You sigh, checking your other messages. There’s one from Will asking to meet up later paired with an emoji of a Ferris wheel. 

You want to smile, but your stomach turns instead. You can’t help but think of Aemond. Will is nice, very sweet, but it was evident after your ice cream date that you don’t have much in common. And there’s no spark.

When you told Baela, she’d raised an eyebrow at you.

“Spark?” she questioned.

“You know,” you tell her, talking with your hands as you tried to explain, “That feeling just, deep in your gut. Like being pulled to another person. Something that just feels…..right.”

That wasn’t there with Will. And you couldn’t fake a spark.

You sigh, tilting your head back and looking around, trying to determine what you should get to snack on while waiting for Helaena. A booth advertising fried Oreos piques your interest before a tall silver head catches your eye.

Something in your gut tightens with an intense need as you watch Aemond say something to Aegon. He’s wearing all black, as he often is. It’s as though Aemond is allergic to color. He hasn’t seen you yet, and you don’t know whether you hope he does or doesn’t.

You need to be firm, to hold the boundary you set with him. He doesn’t get to disrespect you like that. No matter how attracted to him you are. You may like Aemond- you may like fucking Aemond- but you love yourself more. 

His head turns and you look away before meeting those violet and blue eyes. You don’t know how strong your resolve will be if he looks at you again.

“Having fun?” a voice calls, causing you to turn and meet the sapphire eyes of Floris Baratheon.

She looks gorgeous, though you can’t imagine a time when she doesn’t; clad in a skin-tight green dress with her dark curls pulled into a high ponytail. You force a smile as she walks closer, a concerned look in her cobalt eyes. Classic mean girl, Helaena had called her. She certainly looks the part but then again, all beautiful people do. 

“Not really,” you admit, feeling your chest tighten.

“Me either,” she agrees, smiling softly, “Ellyn ditched me to hook up with Eddie Karstark behind the tilt-a-whirl. Can you believe?”

“That sucks,” you tell her. You hadn’t met Ellyn, but you’d seen her around the country club.

She gives you another small smile, following your gaze and landing on Aemond. Her smile drops as her lips form a tight line.

“Is he giving you the run around too?” she asks, looking back at you.

You can feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment. 

“Something like that,” you admit, letting your eyes fall to your feet. 

“I’m sorry,” Floris says, “Seriously. It fucking sucks.”

“It’s my own fault,” you tell her, “I made things messy.”

“Aemond makes things messy,” Floris insists, “I don’t think he can help it. He’s emotionally stunted.”

“I think you’re right,” you agree. 

Floris grabs your hand.

“C’mon,” she says, tugging you along.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“Funnel cake,” she says, leading you through different booths, “We need funnel cake and then we need to shoot something. Or throw darts. Or both.”

You giggle and nod in agreement, letting her pull you along.

After eating all the funnel cake your body can handle and playing several rounds of balloon darts (something Floris is scarily good at) you make your way toward the Ferris wheel. It’s huge, the largest attraction at the carnival, with roomy compartments holding small groups of people.

Floris stops in front of it, glancing at you nervously. The change in demeanor makes your eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

“What is it?” you ask. 

Floris’s cheeks turn a bright pink as she sighs, wetting her lips. 

“Have you….heard any rumors about Aemond and me?” she asks, “or Aemond and my sisters?”

No of course not, you think to yourself. Cause that would be crazy, an incestuous orgy of beautiful girls and the ethereal man who fucks like a god? No fucking way.

You’d tried very hard not to think about that.

“No,” you tell her, shaking your head, “What rumor?”

Floris seems unconvinced by your white lie. 

“People are gross,” she says, cheeks still darkened with blush, “Look nothing happened. It’s just-” she sighs, “The Ferris wheel is a very romantic spot.”

“Okay,” you tell her.

She nervously chews her lower lip, batting her lashes up at the Ferris wheel. 

“So Aemond invited me to ride with him last summer,” she says, shaking her head, “And he kissed me because guys do that when they take you on the Ferris wheel.”

A kiss. An innocent, sweet little kiss. That’s all it was. Your heart hammers in your chest thinking of Aemond asking Floris, the romantic gesture of it all.

“That’s really sweet,” you tell her, smiling.

“It was,” she agrees, “Until I found out he did the same thing with Cassandra, Ellyn, and Maris.”

Oh. Well, there it is.

“Well, I mean Maris didn’t end up kissing him,” Floris corrects herself, “But Cass and El did. And do you know what Aemond told me when I confronted him about it?”

You shake your head.

“He said I was the best kisser. And if I wanted to be friends with benefits for the summer, that would be cool,” she says, crossing her arms, “I was so naive. So fucking flattered that of course, I agreed. I mean, who says no when Aemond Targaryen says he wants to fuck you?”

She bites the tip of her tongue, as though reminiscing just what fucking Aemond entails before shaking her head. 

“Aemond Targaryen holds his own private kissing contest, and now I’m stuck with the rumor I had an orgy with my sisters,” she groans, “Fucking perfect.”

Damn. You can’t help but feel bad for Floris. That’s a skeevy thing Aemond did. She’s looking up at the Ferris Wheel as though she wants to melt it with lasers shooting from her eyes. You’ve begun to like Floris over the course of this evening. She could’ve been rude to you, mean even. You were fucking her ex-situationship after all.

But instead, she’d seen you upset and spent the rest of the evening with you. It’s your turn to return the favor. 

“Ferris wheel orgy,” you say, matter-of-factly, “If anyone believes that, they’re fucked in the head. Totally not enough room in those carriages for all that” You wave your arm around for emphasis.

Floris bursts out into a laugh, reaching to cover her mouth with her hand. You can’t help but laugh along with her. Floris Baratheon is a-okay in your book. 

“It’s fucking ridiculous,” she says snickering, “Guys will believe anything.”

“They’ve got holes in their brains,” you assure her.

Floris continues to laugh, shaking her head and wiping tears from the corner of her eyes. It feels good to laugh with her and forget about the drama surrounding you for a moment. 

“For sure,” she agrees, “Ugh. Do you want to go on? I promise no kissing, and no orgies.”

You laugh again at her joke. 

“Sure,” you tell her with a smile.

You walk up to the operator of the Ferris wheel and hand him your last two tickets. Everyone has exited the Ferris wheel, so you get in the first compartment. You move forward scooting onto one of the benches as Floris digs in her purse.

“Shit, I’m out!” she says with a groan, “I’ll go grab more, be right back!”

She flies down the stairs, hurrying over to the ticket booth. You glance at the conductor, knowing you must be holding up the line.

“Do you mind waiting?” you ask.

The twenty-something-year-old looks as if he’d rather be diving headfirst off a cliff than operating this ride, but he sighs dramatically and nods at your request. You clasp your hands in your lap when someone else enters the compartment and sits in the seat across from you. 

Aemond.

“Out,” you tell him, frowning, “Seriously, Aemond I thought I was clear.”

“We need to talk,” Aemond insists.

“We talked at Scoops, I have nothing left to say to you,” you insist, before changing your mind, “You know what? Actually, I do. Kissing Floris and her sisters? Really?”

You swear Aemond’s cheeks flush, and he glances away momentarily, before reaching out and snapping toward the attendant. 

“$50 to send us up now,” he tells him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a fifty-dollar bill. 

Your eyes widen. 

“Aem-”

“And $50 more to stop us at the top. Fifteen minutes, tops,” Aemond finishes, adding another fifty between his slender fingers. 

The attendant’s eyes bug out of his head as he takes the money, shutting the door of the carriage. 

“No!” you say, watching the attendant return to the podium, “No! Dude, what about my friend? We have to wait for her!” Your voice is several pitches higher than you like, but it's due to being alone with Aemond. 

The attendant raises an eyebrow at you.

“Got fifty bucks?” he asks.

Your eyebrows lift in shock.

“No!” you squeak, panic bubbling in your throat.

The attendant shrugs, throwing the handle forward making the Ferris wheel begin to move. Your jaw drops as you slowly begin to ascend and watch in horror as Floris returns, her expression mirrors yours as she notices Aemond in the carriage with you. You clutch the edge of the compartment, leaning over the edge as you start moving farther from the ground.

“Asshole!” you yell down to the attendant before sinking into your seat and crossing your arms and legs. 

Aemond sits silently, though you know he must be gleeful about getting you alone. The compartments below you are empty, you’ve been sent up alone. 

“Y/N,” he says, but you don’t look at him. 

You just look over the side of the carriage at the rest of the carnival as everything begins to grow smaller and smaller. You can see the country club, the golf courses, the tents being set up for the gala. The lights from Driftmark and Dragonstone are even visible in the distance.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

That gets your attention. You whip your head towards him, watching him leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You still don’t speak. Too angry, too hurt, too humiliated to say anything. Your brows are knit together, lips pressed into a tight line. No tears tonight, you cried enough over him. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, “I never should have spoken to you that way, or said those horrible things. It was disgusting and inexcusable.”

Aemond wets his lips. The Ferris wheel comes to a stop as you reach the top, the compartment swinging gently with the force of the brakes. You uncross your arms, steadying yourself. 

“I haven’t been that vulnerable with anyone in a long time,” he admits, “That’s not an excuse, believe me, that doesn’t excuse what I said, but I-” he runs a hand through his hair, struggling to find the words, “You were right.”

You want to remain silent as that violet eye watches you. Surely you can sit for fifteen minutes of silence. You cross your arms once more, trying to remain strong. 

“About what?” you ask, cursing yourself.

The corner of Aemond’s mouth twitches, and something tugs in your chest as it does. You dig your nails into your bicep, trying to ground yourself. If you look at him too long, you’re afraid you’ll float away. 

“About you growing on me,” he says softly.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears. You don’t know when this started, really. But since the hot tub something changed. Something inside you clicked, and suddenly you can’t look at Aemond Targaryen without wanting to kiss him.

“I don’t like…feeling out of control,” he admits, lacing his fingers together, “And you make me feel…fucking crazy.”

You want to believe him. You do. But Floris is on the ground below, and she was in the same position you were. Believed Aemond cared about her. As Aemond’s walls begin to let some light in, you can feel your own going up.

“How am I supposed to believe that?” you tell him, arms still crossed, “You said it yourself, you fuck, you talk like that, but you don’t get feelings. It’s one of your rules.”

“I’m figuring out none of those rules apply to you,” he says, observing you carefully.

You shake your head. 

“I don’t think I believe you,” you tell him, “I don’t know if I can believe you.”

“I haven’t been the best person,” Aemond admits, “I’ve hurt people because I was hurting. I don’t…I don’t want to hurt you.”

His fingers are laced together and he braces his forehead on his clasped hands. 

“I can’t,” you tell him softly, “Aemond I can’t.”

You don’t want to get hurt. Don’t want him to hurt you more than he already has. If you let him in deeper, it’s going to be so much more painful than it already has been. Aemond looks up, resting his chin on his hands. His gaze is soft, and a breeze rolls through causing you to shiver. 

“Let me show you,” he says softly, “Please. What can I do? I’ll do anything.”

Aemond’s hands are outspread, a pleading gesture. How could he prove himself? If he really wants to change, for the better. 

“Apologize to Floris,” you say suddenly, “She deserves it. All her sisters do.”

“Done,” Aemond answers immediately.

“I don’t know,” you tell him honestly, “I don’t know if I want to do this with you anymore.”

“Let me show you how sorry I am,” he says, kneeling forward on the floor; the compartment shakes with the movement.

Your cheeks flush when you realize what he intends to do.

“Aemond-” you say as his hands brush over your thighs, pushing your dress up.

You look over the side of the compartment, eyes wide. You’re all the way at the top, looking over everyone else. No one can see, and yet you’re dangerously exposed at the top of the Ferris wheel. Adrenaline courses through your veins, and your heart beats wildly in your chest as Aemond’s fingers curl along your panties. 

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmurs, dragging the fabric down. You lift your hips to assist him.

It’s almost unconscious, the way your body reacts to him. He plays your body like an instrument; every touch has you melting into him, bending to his wishes. Aemond removes your panties, placing them in his pocket for safekeeping. His violet eye watches you, waiting for what you say next. You bite your lip in desperation, trying to ignore the feeling of his hand under your ass, keeping your center propped off the seat. 

He holds you with ease, letting his other hand slip under your opposite thigh. It’s driving you crazy. He’s driving you crazy. 

“Y/N,” he says, voice a desperate whine, like it’s taking everything in him not to bury his face in your pussy. 

You’re already wet, you can feel it. There’s no use, you can’t ignore the feeling in your chest, the desperate ache between your legs. You want him, you need him so bad you feel like you might go insane without his lips on you. 

“Please,” he whispers, so low you almost miss it, “Please Y/N.” You can feel his hands trembling against you, as though he’s ready to snap.

“Yes,” you tell him, and with a desperate growl, he dips his head below your skirt.

His mouth glues itself to your dripping slit, tongue diving between your folds as you bury your hands in his hair. You sling your legs over his shoulders, desperate to push him deeper, and harder against you, especially as his tongue moves to circle your entrance. 

“Fuck,” you mewl as the warm, wet muscle dips inside of you, and Aemond moans-fucking moans-as he moves it in and out. 

Your heels are digging into his toned shoulders, nails raking against his scalp but if it pains him, Aemond doesn’t let it show in the slightest. He’s simply devouring you, groaning with every shudder and stifled moan you award him. With every movement of his head, his nose rubs pleasantly against your clit, sending waves of pleasurable warmth coursing throughout your body. 

Aemond pulls away suddenly, his mouth shining with your arousal, as he brings his fingers to his mouth and begins sucking on them. He meets your eyes before dipping his head down again between your thighs, fingers replacing his tongue and stretching into you. He curves them upwards against your tender, spongy walls, and your spine arches off of the seat, mouth falling open in pleasure. 

“Fucking missed this pussy,” he groans, lazily fingering you before bringing his mouth to the apex of your thighs.

His tongue swirls around your needy clit and you can feel your stomach tightening. 

“Forgive me,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on top of your clit before swirling his tongue around it once more.

“That’s not fair,” you answer, breathlessly, “Oh my fucking-oh.”

You can feel Aemond’s smile against you, feel him flatten his tongue on your clit before rubbing steady circles with the warm muscle of his tongue. He strokes your sweet spoke with his fingers effortlessly, your legs trembling on his shoulders. 

“Please,” he says with a groan, “Please, I can’t fucking stand it-”

“Oh!” your nails dig into his scalp as you clench around his fingers, your release barrelling through you.

Aemond slowly removes his fingers, pressing them between his lips and licking them clean before you grab him by the shirt collar pulling him towards you. Your mouth is on his in an instant and it feels like fireworks have gone off in your brain.

He kisses you ferociously, one hand grabbing the back of your neck and anchoring you against him; the other wraps around your waist, pulling you off the seat and holding you flush against him. Your legs are straddling him and you can feel how hard he is underneath you. You’re kissing him desperately, it's all clashing teeth and gasps as you press yourself against him harder. You can’t be close enough, can’t be held tight enough. It's not enough, not enough. 

The Ferris wheel begins to move, slowly but surely beginning its descent and you pull away, gasping for breath. You’re both breathing heavily, so close you can feel the brush of his lips against yours with every exhale. 

“I can’t stand it,” he whispers, voice breaking as he strokes the back of your head.

“I know,” you whisper back, kissing him softly.

You untangle yourselves from each other as the Ferris wheel comes to a stop, pushing yourself back onto the seat to avoid suspicion. Thankfully, your dress is long enough because there was no time to put your panties back on and you’d rather not have your bare ass on the seat of the Ferris wheel.

The attendant opens the door, none the wiser to what you and Aemond were up to in the middle of the air. 

You exit the compartment on shaky legs, turning back to Aemond.

“Forgive me?” he asks, watching you.

“I’ll think about it,” you tell him, walking down to Floris, who is now holding a half-eaten fried Twinkie.

“Dude, that took forever,” she tells you, “What did you even talk about-”

“Floris,” Aemond calls, walking over.

Her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, cheeks darkening as he approaches. But Floris Baratheon doesn’t back down. No matter how she feels about Aemond, she squares her shoulders and looks him directly in the eye.

“I owe you an apology,” Aemond begins, “For everything.”

Her chin tilts higher in the air.

“I was cruel to you when I shouldn’t have been,” he continues, “And I should have shut down those rumors when I heard them. I shouldn’t have treated you or your sisters that way in the first place and I’ll be telling them that as well.”

“Well Maris is in Oldtown,” Floris says cooly, “She stayed for the summer to do research.”

“Next semester then,” Aemond agrees.

Floris looks him up and down.

“Thank you,” she says and Aemond nods. 

Her phone buzzes in her chest and she hands you her twinkie as she reaches between her boobs to grab it. She frowns.

“El needs rescuing,” she says, “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah,” you assure her, “I’m good, really.”

“I had fun tonight,” she tells you, “Let’s hang out again.”

“We could always use more help on Seasmoke,” you tell her.

“Cool, later Y/N,” she says, “Bye Aemond.”

As Floris leaves you turn to begin walking as well. Baela should be here by now and hopefully, Helaena has found her way down here. Aemond grabs your hand, stopping you.

“You won’t forgive me?” he asks.

“I said I’d think about it,” you tell him, still being cautious.

“Y/N-”

“Look, there’s something here,” you tell him, “Definitely, but…” I’m scared.

You can’t finish the sentence but you read it in his eye too. 

“Go with me,” he says suddenly, “To the gala and the auction.”

“What?”

“As my date,” he says, “Be my date.”

“You don’t date.”

“I do now,” he argues, his voice insistent, “I date….I want to date you.”

He steps closer, taking your other hand. There’s that feeling again. Deep in your gut, pulling you toward him. A fire ignited within you, sparked by his touch. 

“Come with me,” he says softly, “Please.”

You stretch up onto your tiptoes capturing his lips in a kiss. It’s the only answer you can give right now, but the only answer he needs.

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[bucknastysbabe]

Please make a part two of slutty camboy aegon!!! It was so good!!!!!

♡ 5, 6, 7, 8 call me whore it feels great! ♡

Camboy!Aegon II x Reader

Ratings: Explicit

Tags: Big ole sub!Aegon, dom!reader, kinda aftercare, subspace, cock rings/plugs/strap-ons oh my!, camboy!aegon, sex tape, cumming untouched, ass play, teasing, oral fixations, prostate milking, Aegon’s a drooling mess, PWP, Aem is nawt happy getting his research partner yeeted by the creacher

A/N: IT WAS TIME I WANTED MAN TEARS

@lovelykhaleesiii @ilikeitbetterangsty @fairysluna @godrakin @connorsui @fan-goddess @teamaemond

Aemond was still your research partner…somehow. He didn’t take to the news very well that you were banging his idiot brother, looking very pale when you informed him of the new relationship. Now it was just a snide comment here and there and he’d cough and turn the TV up if you entered with Aegon.

Which was understandable because about seventy five percent of the time Aegon was getting off with you in some form. He was the neediest thing— whining for a handjob even in the most mundane circumstances. But he fucked reallll good, like he promised over the live stream in what felt like years ago now.

You refused to be in a live stream but would participate in Aeg’s onlyfans bullshit. You could hide your identity better that way. As a plus, Aegon would usually let you pick whatever you wanted him to do for the content. He was a little fucking masochist like that. Because every time you called the shots it usually ended up with him slobbering and sobbing, begging for relief, looking so pretty for the camera.

You needed to start the video now, having been caught in your thoughts. Aegon was whimpering on the bed, shifting needily. His hands were bound, lurid neon cock ring snug at the base. You had an inflatable plug in his ass, he was already panting softly even though you hadn’t touched it. The harness and strap was already secured to your hips, pretty shade of pink just like Aegon loved.

“You ready slut?,” you asked promptly.

He licked his pouty lips, breathing, “Yes!”

With a click you began recording, focusing on him while you crawled on the bed toward the pretty boy. You shoved two fingers into his lax mouth, Aegon immediately sucking with a moan, you commenting, “God, he’s always so needy for something in his mouth. Don’t worry, you’ll get it soon sweetheart.”

He whimpered around your fingers, violet eyes rolling around at thought of the strap down his achingly empty throat. Aegon let out a little ‘nooo’ when you pulled your fingers free to wipe them messily across his lips. You moved the camera down to the strap and moved it to slap at matching pink lips.

“Haven’t met someone with a bigger oral fixation yet, any challengers for my cute slut?”

Aegon shifted again, wide eyes peering up, almost looking innocent.

“Go on, get it wet, maybe I’ll do something with this thing,” you grabbed the pump connected to the plug, teasingly squeezing a bit. Aegon fought to get at the cock, whining at being unable to use his hands. Laughing at the pathetic attempt you guided into his mouth.

Aegon’s hazy eyes gazed up at the camera as he expertly sucked it off, moaning around the strap. You gave the new toy a couple of experimental squeezes, rambling to the invisible audience, “Some fan of his sent this. Apparently it can go up to five inches around?” The blonde whimpered, pupils blowing at the idea.

“God, you’re such a whore! I would say your fans know you well but…we know you like anything and everything.”

Dropping the pump you smacked at his cheek cooing, “Dont’chu?”

He nodded eagerly, thighs flexing and squeezing below, flushed cock leaking against his soft stomach. You combed a hand through his pale hair and tugged gently, making white lashes flutter. You picked up the pump again, inflating it further, Aegon making a pitchy noise around the dildo. Drool dripped down his chin.

“Oh, well when you look so pretty.”

He could take it. Aegon would tap out if it was too much. You inflated the thing with slow pumps, making sure the blonde could feel the stretch. He gasped and choked again, whimpering and shaking. You asked him none too sweetly, “Is that enough for your greedy ass? You want more huh?”

Aegon popped off the strap with a cry, spreading his pretty pale legs to fuck down into the plug. His eyes were wide and watery while the blonde begged, “Moremoremore oh gods I need it, wan’ it on my s-sweet spooot.” You couldn’t help but moan at the wanton display, Aegon trembling and hungrily mouthing at the cock again, begging so sweet.

You were throbbing, maybe you should just let him cry into your pussy by now. Instead you cooed, “Fine baby boy, you’ll get it.” You pumped it further until he wailed and shook, hips stilling. There was no more give, you had it fully stretching him out now. If Aegon wanted his prostate touched he had it being smothered now. Back to the audience.

“Ohhh, there it is, he’s all full now. Can’t even hump anymore— poor baby’s stuffed.”

Aegon’s eyes openly were leaking tears now, whining over and over helplessly. You almost felt bad for the thing, sniveling and drooling. Guiding the dildo back into his mouth with a soft moan Aegon swallowed it down as if he was driven to be full as possible now. “C’mon Aeg, swallow it down baby, you can do it.”

You watched him try to move around the impossibly inflated plug, wailing around the strap. Sweat beaded on his quivering muscles, flushed and perfect all around. His cock looked purple now— so filled up with no relief. Aegon’s eyes fluttered as he breathed through a delicate nose, easing the pink dildo down stretched lips. Chattering from need you added, “Good boy, good slut, isn’t he just darling? Do whatever and he’ll whine for more.”

You grabbed blonde locks and began to fuck his throat earnestly. Aegon cried in strangled puffs, overwhelmed and teary. Sliding that hand down to his slim neck you purred, “Feels s’good don’t it? Stretched your slutty throat and ass out.” He spread his legs wider, cock beginning to leak from all the pressure on his poor prostate.

“Think y’can come like that precious whore? Right through the ring? Your balls look heavyyyy.”

He slid of the cock and cried, nose and eyes running, lips drooling and obscenely swollen. Aegon was a wreck now, pushed to that extreme from all the pleasure. Your boy toy outright sobbed, “Pluh-easeeee, babyyyy, g-g-gunna pop, it hurts!” You thumbed around swollen lips and caressed his full cheek, cooing.

“Oh Aeg, you achy? What do you need? Y’know how to use words.”

He fell forward between your breasts, utterly debauched. Too quiet for the camera you murmured, “C’mon baby, what’cha need sweetheart?” Gently propping the mess of man back up you ordered Aegon to lay on his back. Now the camera could catch the show of quivering ass, swollen cock, and his cute peaked nipples, flushed too.

Aegon spread milky legs instinctively, thrusting upwards and whimpering. Sliding a hand on the soft skin of his inner thigh you cooed, “You need’a cum don’t you? I think everyone can see that hm?” His chest hitched as the blonde blubbered, “Pleaseplease, m’so hard it hurts, oh my gah-hoddds, hnghhh!”

He could probably cum right now if he wanted to, shoot right through that cock ring. Just needed a little push. You skimmed your hand up his belly, willfully ignoring his hard cock, Aegon mewling in frustration. Pinching at a flushed nipple you murmured, “You keep begging but won’t tell me what you want, silly. Leave it up to me to figure out for bimbo here.”

Ignoring his cock again you toyed with the base of the huge plug in Aegon’s ass, him wetly gasping and shivering. Gently you pulled and pushed at it, your boyfriend sniffling and crying all over again. “Yeah, you like that? I know you do.” Smacking his thigh real quick you went back to fucking the toy in and out, halfway drooling over the pull on his rim.

Aegon tossed his pretty blonde head back and wailed, “Hngh, close, close!” Drool dripped down his chin, poor baby too busy carrying on to shut his damn mouth. His hands, still bound, came to rest above his head. You growled, moving harder, “C’mon then slut, come then, that ring not going to stop you, you’re full up.”

The first rope of cum came with a cut off whimper, Aeg’s full body going ramrod straight from the intensity. You moaned and grabbed his cock, pulling him off now, the flesh wet with copious pre-cum. He slung a leg around your waist, back arched painfully, practically shouting ‘ahh, haaah, ha!’.

Cum spilled all over his tender belly and your fist, slick noises enhancing the erotic display. He just kept spilling, you in awe, “Fuuuuck baby, that plug really milked you good huh?” The response was another needy cry. Aegon’s eyes were red rimmed and rolling around, tongue lolling out like the slut he was.

You didn’t stop until he was gasping and wincing, done for the play. His cock began to soften and you deflated the plug, humming, “Such a good slut, hope you all enjoyed the show. Now I gotta bring his brain online, much love!” Turning the video off you tossed the phone to the side.

Easing the plug out with a wince from Aegon you cooed, “Such a good baby, my baby boy.” He whimpered, watery violet orbs on you. “Gimme your hands Aeg,” you instructed gently. Untying those Aegon’s arms went immediately limp at his sides. Poor thing’s brain was in the weeds. Cuddling up to him you rubbed quivering limbs and nuzzled at his neck, the blonde eventually clinging to your frame, sniffling now and then.

“God, you’re too good,” he snuffled into your hair. Pinching his cute ass came the response, “Maybe you’re too easy? Do you need anything, water maybe?” Shaking his head and snuggling closer Aegon mumbled, “Nuh-uh, wanna lay here. Play with my hair, pleaseee?” With a smile you did so, absently twisting those pretty curls, the male’s eyes drooping, mouth curled into a pleasant smile.

“God he’s irritatingly loud, hurry up we need to convert the data for our project! Deviants,” Aemond angrily texted from his spot on the couch.

[marvelita85]

The king was death and queen Rhaenyra asended the throne, obviously the greens meaning Alicent and Otto thought the only reason they weren't dead by her hand was you, her daughter, being bethroded to Alicent son prince Aemond, bedrothal the late king Viserys claimed for the union of both families

You were turning 7 and 10 and as your nameday aproched your wedding with your uncle also did

You were close growing up, so close you did everything together, you even took him to fly on your own dragon when he havent claimed Vaghar yet, you both loved eachother but then Luke took his eye in the Drifmark incident and everything changed, letters stoped from his part altogether and after a year sending them you stoped too, you cried in your mother's arms long nights not understanding why Aemond stoped being your friend, Rhaenyra was hurtting looking at you in so much pain, she sent a letter to the king and Viserys decided to bethroded them, because he believed Aemond still felt love for you but you werent so sure anymore, his eye was so cold, and full of resentment towars your brothers and you

The night before the wedding there was a dinner only the family was present, Rhaenyra and Daemon ,Alicent was invited but not the former hand, Rhaenyra saw the looks between her brother and her daughter, all the nights you cried because of him and still the look of his eye looking at you always was softer than for the rest of Rhaenyra's children

You got out to the private gardens and close your eyes tried to breath in and out calming your nervs to tried to struck Aegon with your fork over dinner, the thought only made you smile

- to this hour tomorrow we are going to be married...-the voice made you started a little but you look who was talking and smile a little

- you are going to be mine... and I yours... why are you marrying me? Why did you say yes to our engagment

- what do you mean?

- you never wrote me back... after Driftmark you not only hated my brothers but also me

- I dont hate you... I woulnt be able to marry you if i did

- then why you never wrote me back?....

- what?

- i wrote you for a whole year before I realised you hated me and blame me for what happened to you, so I stoped sending them but I couldn't stop writing to you...

- I never recived any letter...

- I'm sure your grandfather and mother were very intrested in you not to get them

- I thought you abandoned me...

- you were my best friend Aemond... I never have wanted to walk out of your life... will be always like this then.... from now on we will be strangers doom to a loveless marriage

- it wouldnt be loveless... - yours eyes looked at him softening conciderably - despite what you might believe... I...

- Aem.... please...

- I still love you - you hold his hand creating an ancor for yourself, you needed those words coming from him - Im so sorry about the letters....

- I still have the ones I didnt send... it's silly

- no is not... I would like to read some if you let me - you couldnt help to hug him presing your bodies together, Aemond's arms went around you hugging as tight and close his eye presing his cheek into your blonde locks, there, only the godswood tree as their witness Aemond swore to protect you until his last breath and never let anyone else between them

-

[farity]

Hel knows best

Pairing:  Modern AU!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary:  A break up and a matchmaker

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“Aemond, get over here right now.  Bring chocolate.”

The call had ended before Aemond had a chance to reply, but he knew Helaena wouldn’t call him unless it was serious.  He rushed out of his flat and walked down to the corner shop where he bought a large bag of Helaena’s favorite chocolates, plus a couple for himself.

Headed back into the building, he walked up to her second story flat and knocked on her door.

The door opened, and he could hear sniffling, but it wasn’t Helaena, who stood at the door with wide eyes.  “Oh, it’s my dear brother bringing me chocolate!  Isn’t that nice?” she grabbed his arm before he could give her the bag and run back out, and dragged him inside.

On Helaena’s garden print sofa, a girl was dabbing at her eyes.  He knew her well, she’d been his sister’s friend for years now, and it was then that he realized what was going on.

* * * * * 

Oh shit, Aemond’s here.

You wiped your nose discreetly, then ran your fingertips under your eyes to brush away the last of the tears.  

Helaena sat back down with you, opening the bag that was full of the chocolate you both loved.  “Aemond, can you pour us some wine?”

He said nothing, but you heard him head into her little dining room and open a bottle.

“I should go,” you said, “if you guys are going to hang out, I-”

“Nonsense!  Oooh thanks, Aem.” She pushed a glass of wine into your hand, popped a chocolate into her mouth.  “We’re just making plans for the complete destruction of a certain asshole rugby player.”

“Helaena,” you said, “we really don’t need to-”

“Oh, it’s 7:42, I have an appointment. I will see you both later.  There’s lots more wine in the kitchen.”

She had flounced out the door before you could reach out and grab her, and the door had shut.  You sat back down, and risked a glance at Aemond.  As usual, his expression gave nothing away as he took a small sip of his wine.

“She’s not very subtle, is she?”

Aemond laughed.  “No.  Subtlety is not one of Hel’s qualities.”

“I should go,” you stood up, feeling incredibly embarrassed.  “I’m going to go, you don’t need to hear any of this-”

“Was it Lannister?” He sat at the other end of the couch, since Helaena had piled various blankets and throws on the two living room chairs.

You felt the heat of new tears beginning to form, and steadied yourself.  “We went out once, for fuck’s sake.  Once.”

“He’s been after you for months, though,” he said casually.  “I heard through Aegon, they’re mates.”

“Oh.”

“I didn’t know about the other girl.”

You wondered how many people knew Jason Lannister had been pursuing you while keeping a girl in an apartment he paid for.  You’d finally agreed to go out with him out of boredom and had a boring evening.  One kiss, during which he shoved his tongue down your throat and grabbed your boob and you ended up pushing him away.  When his phone had started lighting up with text after text, you’d grabbed it out of his hand and figured out what was going on.  You’d thrown his phone into the river and he’d called you ever name in the book as you walked away to grab a taxi.

Much to your dismay, you felt a sob escape your throat.  “I don’t even like him,” you whispered, “I don’t even know why I’m fucking crying.”  You let your head drop into your hands as the tears started running.

A moment later, you felt his arms around you, “I will break his face.”

You laughed, wiping your eyes.  

“I will break every fucking bone in that posh git face of his.”

You looked up.  “You’re posh, too, Aemond Targaryen.”  But you were smiling as you said it.  His eyes were so blue.  And kind.

Aemond smiled.  “I'm the good kind of posh.”

His arms were still around you, and you found that you didn’t mind.  “Ah, I see.”

“Hmmm.”  He ran his fingers through your hair.  “I’m the kind of posh that is too respectful to go after my sister’s friend.”

You took in the words and your cheeks warmed.  “What?”

“Helaena told me once that if I ever hurt you, she would fill my shoes with spiders.”

You shivered.  “What the fuck, Hel.”  You looked up at him again, the face you knew so well, and you reached up to cup his cheek.  “It seems she might have changed her mind, though.”

“It would definitely seem that way.”

“She never warned me,” you murmured, and raised your lips to his.  

He responded immediately, his lips softer than you’d expected, the scruff of his beard tingling against your fingertips.  He let you lead, encouraged you by cupping the back of your head.  You wrapped your arms around him, sinking into the kiss.  

When you finally broke apart, he continued nuzzling your cheek.  “Go out with me.  A proper date.  Not on my sister’s sofa.”

You laughed.  “Okay.”

He stood, pulling you up.

“What?”

“Let’s go, I’m hungry.  All I’ve had is some chocolate.”

You smiled and followed him out the door.

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[aedonys]

Day 5 of #LcmdFatedAu event: Classic fantasy.

Inspired by the "Harry Potter" series, featuring lucemond as tomarry.

(Hogwarts AU!hotd)

The entire wizarding world held its breath in anticipation of the next realm's delight, the boy who was promised, wondering whether he would join the ranks of Hufflepuff considering his charming personality, or follow in his brother's Gryffindor footsteps.

When the moment finally arrived and he stepped into Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat's declaration was immediate and resounding: "SLYTHERIN," it cried as soon as it dropped on his head.

Lucerys found himself face-to-face with his uncle, who was his senior by four years.

The smirking and smug of face Aemond Targaryen, familiar yet different, gave Lucerys a pause in his carefully written life plans. Slowly, he returned the smirk.

In contrast to other families, the inbreeding in the Targaryens did not produce squibs; however, they couldn't evade the madness that coursed within their blood. Lucerys was always aware that his uncle fell under that predicament, thoughless and cruel, a certain belief confirmed further by the eye scar incident five years ago and the discovery of his dragon dreams.

Aemond's affinity for the dark arts was an open secret, yet his mother, hailing from one of the lightest families of the Sacred 28, took it upon herself to "guide him onto the path of light." This was despite the fact that all her offspring bore the blood of dragons.

Lucerys embraced the task of dismantling Aemond's tyrannical notions regarding purebloods and Muggle-borns. Moreover, it wasn't a secret that Aemond had developed an unsettling fixation on him. Still, Lucerys couldn't find fear within himself nor reject the attention he garnered.

It was alluring in a way, the freedom from not having to live up to being the world's saviour, to be wanted solely for who you truly were.

In time, their connection deepened into love. This became another scandal, coinciding with his mother and Daemon's marriage. History doesn't repeat itself, but it certainly carries an inherent rhyme that keeps on playing in the background.

But love alone couldn't shield Aem from his destiny. Despite Luke's plea that he forsake immortality & unreasonable power, it all came to nought. His ominous dreams held a promise for a miserable future for both of them; one lost in the shadows and the other buried under flames.

Aemond's darker inclinations ultimately consumed him. He betrayed Luke's trust and oaths, fully embracing his Voldemort identity during the four years of separation from Lucerys. Luke was left heartbroken, grieving the loss of the love he believed they shared.

Luke tried to confront Aemond about soul magic and its consequences. Regrettably, Aemond remained obstinate, his mind frayed, his magic nibbling at his rationality and logic. He realized too late that his lover was irretrievable.

His aemond was lost to a morbid dream.

"My affection for you was never as innocent as children's fables; it was much more insidious. It engulfed the world, expanding ceaselessly. My love's threads were void, consisting only of myself, and the days elapsed until they could no longer bear me. Nothing had ever carried me away from this world until I thought my soul was forfeit, that perhaps I had died." - Lucerys Velaryon

When the moment of reckoning arrived, a crucial decision compelled Luke to decide between saving Voldemort (or what remained of Aemond) and protecting the Wizarding World. The love he held for Aemond clashed with his duty as the "Chosen One," leaving Luke shattered by the heartbreaking decision he was forced to make. Yet, as difficult as it was, he persisted.

After destroying the 7 horcruxes (where a piece of him shatters along the vanquished soul pieces of aemond), Lucerys sacrificed himself to deliver the final blow that destroyed the last horcrux, which Luke discovered had dwelled within him since the eye incident.

Without looking back, and after believing his love was forever gone, Luke departed from the station on the train to the afterlife. He didn’t wait for Aemond to follow or spared a glance for those who were still alive, ready to serve him up like a pig for slaughter.

As the train carried Lucerys onward, he held Aemond's Slytherin cloth pin, passing through the tapestry of his memories. His soul pounded against his ribcage, pleading to be released, seeking his heart, yearning for its holder.

He understood the bittersweet truth—there was no "everafter" for Aemond. there was nothing real in his story except himself, alongside the companionship of his missing heart. For his love, his lover, their world, & all the creations their love spawned held nothing of reality.

[birchforestburrow]

Welcome my first mercat, Fish!

Ae are a business card not-cat, my first one! I was so overjoyed to finally get a card , aer name was actually Fish when I got aem and aer stats were INSANE so I decided to finally stop bieng scared and make this little guy into a mercat! I didnt even KNOW a not-cat could have a job level of +7!

[adhdo5]

2, 7, 14

2. Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Plant is a solid enough yes, especially if it's less specialized; ae have the mettle and maybe even the function to water a plant

A pet objectively yes from day to day but also the chances of Incidents happening to end this streak is higher than one would like. Ae do have some success with keeping beasts alive though just; ae're solid at keeping their animals indoors and that counts for a lot

A child absolutely not. Clockworklocusts r bitter violent sad and variably dysfunctional all ae know is insult people, threaten people, and be unconvincingly ingenuine. Aer best emotional management strategy is punching the basement wall until it cracks. Do not make aem a parent

7. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Clock work locusts Questionably effective syncretism. For aer part if each gets one then "streamer and chat"/"provisionally sacred machinery" and if ae share then "eventual divine wrath"

14. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

"No. We recognize no guilt. ...and, for the present, little pleasure."

(This is not entirely true, but not entirely false, either; Graphite is not guilty over crowns nature and what crown finds entertaining even when it is conflicted about that? Crown's not guilty that crown finds this funny; if anything crown is somewhat guilty about what crown fundamentally is such that crown does, but even moreso kind of removed from crownself existentially dreading that. Crown arguably doesn't have enough internality for guilt in that sense. Arron is absolutely guilty about so many things, but he's not happy about any of them, and is completely unrepentant about the problematic things he does want, which is part of the problem.)

[apoorconductor]

The toaster's first day

Anthropomorphic Amtrak art, enjoy! I'll try not to wait two months between announcing the next installment and posting it lel

[targaryen-dynasty]

SLUTTY SLEEPOVER POLL.

Writing the first three gifs was so much fun! And now it‘s up to you to choose the order of the last remaining requests. 🤭

Here‘s the link to each gif!

[lya-dustin]

Shock and Delight

Chapter 7

Aemond knows exactly at what Helaena is hinting.

Subtlety has never been a skill she knows.

“She beat a man for burning down her school last I went to Dragonstone.” His sister said as she combed his hair like he was one of her children.

“I know why Rhaenyra wants me to wed her daughter, but why are you shoving her my way, sister.” He sat still for her but did make his displeasure known with a huff.

Had to be obvious with Helaena or she wouldn’t capture the meaning of it.

Oftentimes insults would be lost on her until someone explained it plainly and it was always Aemond who had the misfortune of explaining it to her.

“You are lonely, and you see her as Aemma and not the future queen of the realm.” His sister answered as if it had been obvious.

“I am not lonely, I like being alone, which is utterly different.” He says in his defense and ignoring the second part all together.

Helaena and Aemma had always been friends. Inseparable when they all lived in the Red Keep and always butting heads with mother and the septas in charge of their lessons.

Aemma and Aemond had bonded over their lack of dragons until the Pink Dread happened and she was taken to her grandmother for asking why Criston was still a Kingsguard after killing Ser Joffrey Lonmouth. She had been Aemee to him, Aemee who liked books just as much as he did, Aemee who claimed Silverwing the same day she turned eleven.

“Just give it a chance, for me.” Helaena looked at him with her dreamy and slightly misty eyes knowing he’d agree to anything because no one could ever say no to her.

Despite her naivety, Helaena could manipulate you to do her bidding. Often people forgot she was an adult and not a child stuck in her own world.

“Fine, but if it goes to hell, I need your word you won’t try again.” Aemond agrees and throws in his condition knowing his sister will keep her word.

Shouldn’t be that difficult, Aemond is the king of being rude and off-putting.

Sweet Aemma will end the night as disappointed as all the ladies before her.

It's almost mocking.

No, its actual mocking and Rhaena hates that she’s getting the best seat in the house for this wheelhouse wreck and having to water it down to prevent getting caught.

“When in Dorne do as the Dornish do.” Aemma said with an impish grin and twirled in her green satin dress.

Baela had chosen a teal too close to green and Rhaena had been bribed into wearing the matching one.

“I think Ser Criston might take offense at that.” Rhaena comments as she found the emerald earrings that matched her brooch.

“Oh, it’s just harmless fun, Rhae. Besides Rhaenyra said as part of these celebrations we may be forced to wear their colors and they ours. If we start now, we get the advantage.” Baela approached this as a battle strategy, a hobby of hers now that Jace is grandfather’s first mate aboard the Sea Snake. “As the Yi-Tish general Sun Tzu said, to know your enemy you must become them.”

The Stepstones were also Baela and Rhaena’s dowry, so it was in their best interest that they be completely under Velaryon control. A paltry excuse Jace gave as he joined grandfather’s latest campaign that did not work as intended.

For now, everyone believes he is doing it to gain an advantage over the Queen’s sons by being a warrior in the true sense of the word and not because he intends to wed Baela on their next name day.

“Aemma called the queen tacky for it.” She points out as if she hadn’t transcribed Aemma word for word that night.

“Yes, I did say that because it’s the truth. I merely want to fuck up her evening for sending Lyonel my way.” Aemma clarified as they left her rooms. “Who knows we might gain some ground by showing green is merely a color.”

“You’re playing with fire, Aem.” Rhaena cautioned.

“Oh, sweet sister, fire doesn’t burn a dragon.” The heiress dismissed her worries with a wave of a hand.

Green had become her armor since that night.

A safe and meaningful color that said she wasn’t the weak little girl wearing a crown too big for her. A color that said she wasn’t just Alicent, she was Queen Alicent.

A color that told you she would fight tooth and nail for her son’s rightful crown.

“That color suits you so well, niece.” She hears Helaena say sweetly with no malice whatsoever.

Queen Alicent chokes on her water when she sees her enemies’ children wearing her color.

“Lady Grandmother, are you well?” The doe eyed little snake has the audacity to ask as comes in as green as a honeydew.

A rotten honeydew.

“I am, thank you for asking, your highness.”  Alicent hides her irritation well enough. This evening can’t end soon enough. “I don’t think I recall you ever wearing green.”

“Well, it’s such a nice color, I don’t see any reason for me to pass up the opportunity to wear it.” The princess had already ended the fashion of ostrich feathers for girls coming out into society, now she came to end the fashion of wearing your factions’ colors to show your loyalty with a polite smile and gossip sheets.

Rhaenyra and Rhaenys did well. Had she been a boy or become a warrior like Princess Alyssa, she would have been unstoppable.

But the crown was Aegon’s right because of his birth, even if Aemma was Alysanne reborn as her mother’s faction has claimed, she couldn’t steal her son’s rightful inheritance.

Or your place in the order, a voice whispers in her ear.

Alicent resolves to put that out of her mind until she sees Helaena’s placements at the table.

On the outside they looked perfect together, the rider of the largest dragon, the prodigy who mastered all he could be taught by maesters and masters-at-arms alike, the worthier son sat beside the heiress, the girl who rides Queen Alysanne's dragon, the young woman who is more than capable enough to rule and knows it.

But they cannot. Not when they lose everything because what mother can choose which son dies?

No, Helaena must’ve not thought this through. Yes, it must have been a coincidence, there was no way her sweet daughter would encourage anything between Aemond and Aemma.

Aemma was meant to become their hostage by marrying Lyonel, Aemma couldn’t marry anyone else, least of all, her second eldest son.

Despite the tension and their attempts to lighten things up dinner is rather boring.

Aemma is made to sit next to Aemond, and he is not in the mood to humor her in the least. Speaks when spoken to and save for, could you pass me the bread rolls, he has not supplied conversation.

A very dull evening.

“Is the evening not to your liking, Aemee?” he asks mocking her with the childhood nickname she’d almost forgotten. If the question hadn’t been intended to aggravate her, she would’ve been touched by him remembering it.

And because Aemma has lived with Daemon for nearly eight years, she knows the best way to make him shut up is by ignoring him.

They thrive on provoking people and if she denies him his sport, he will look elsewhere for it.

“My sister has thrown this dinner for the sole purpose of sitting me beside you, I would think you’d be pleased about it.” He begins again, assuming she’d been part of this scheme.

“Well, you thought wrong.” Aemma said simply and helping herself to the simple but fine fare Helaena had put out.

He was the perfect suitor, a dragon rider, high enough in rank and in his mother’s faction to give them a good advantage, but unfortunately, he is Aemond.

Aemond who lost his eye to her younger brother, Aemond who calls her mother a whore and Aemond who loves his mother beyond anyone else save Helaena.

He was as unsuitable as Lyonel Hightower.

What the fuck was Helaena thinking?

“I’m surprised to know you aren’t part of my sister’s scheme.” He admits wanting to keep the conversation going despite her not wanting to. The tables have turned and Aemma is not liking this one bit.

When she wanted to talk to him, he barely gave her two worded answers. She should repay him with the same coin, but she is annoyed. It’s not like there is anything else to speak about other than the gossip sheet Daeron is so interested in or Daemon’s new campaign on the Stepstones.

“Are you so full of yourself you think every lady in court desires you?” Aemma asks, looking to hurt him and feeling some triumph when his eye shows she hit her mark. “Believe it or not, I still think you are the second to last man I’d ever consider for a husband.”

“Glad to know Cousin Lyonel is still dead last.” He remarks dryly.

[kichimiangra]

I know the Ape Escape Move characters aren’t in your Ape Escape Au but how do think they’ed get along with your version of main Ape Escape cast? Especially how the two different Specters would get along? (Move Specter came off as kinda chill with a kinda soft vibe at the end of his game so it be neat to see how he plays of your more serious with an edgy vibe Specter.)

In complete fairness I'm not sure? I jokingly say that Ape Escape games only have a teaspoon of story to them and I have to make a bunch of shit up to fill in the gaps for my AU, but at least the main series games went on long enough to have like 5 teaspoons of story to pull from (7 if you count the Pumped and Primed and Million Monkeys split, 8 if you want to borrow elements from the anime, etc.) and the characters, though only having a teaspoon of characterization themselves they have kinda big cartoony personalities that you can grab onto. The Ape Escape Move universe has one single game that even it's own teaspoon of story and characterization feel lacking to get a good feel for all the characters :(

We do see early on the two granddaughters are mischievous because of the look they give each other when they convince the protag to help them, giving them an almost manipulative vibe but other than that they don't have much. Grandma and Specter probably had the most personality yet the least screen time. Maybe its just grandma's voice but she has a kind but no nonsense vibe I guess?

The two Specters interacting would be fun to think about but the only thing I can come up with is AEM's Specter just being like "... Wow you're really high strung.... you should take a nap or something?" Because we only get like 3 cutscenes with AEM's Specter and I don't know if I missed something but I have no clue what his motus operandi is ?? They bop him on the head and bring him back to earth and he and grandma are like "Hey? Sup?" and then go home like nothing happened? What is even going on in this game I swear I missed something? ------ Unrelated I love any scene where Specter is getting cradled in human arms he so smol so one good thing I guess?

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Off topic: WHY DID THEY MAKE THE PROTAG SILENT BUT HE HAS TEXT DIALOGUE IN THE CUTSCENES?! WAS IT TO MAKE IT EASIER FOR THE PLAYER TO PROJECT THEMSELVES ON HIM? BECAUSE I'M NOT A BLUE HAIRED MAN WITH A JELLYBEAN FACE AND DUMPY PANTS SO WHAT WAS THE POINT JUST LET HIM BE A CHARACTER WITH A FACE AND SPOKEN DIALOGUE????

[unohanabbygirl]

I am looking EVERYWHERE for the Middle_C fics i actually feel like dying. They took my serotonin away, i loved to re read them when i had a crisis. It’s sad haters are doing that to amazing authors because i see enybody using actual elliot for the fics and mades me mad they say we do. Another thing they said about the lucerys ship is the fact that Luke is supposedly because 14 and Aemond is older but like… they’re only 3 years apart also most of the authors make Luke 17+ and Aem like 18+. It’s the age gap is a pretty dumb argument to make

Yea, fics are a way to escape real life for so many of us so its understandable to feel that way.

I would completely understand anti’s commentary on Elliot if lucemonder’s were acting odd or saying inappropriate things about him (I wouldn’t even be here if that were the case) but I’ve never witnessed anyone treat him as anything more than this adorable kid who they want to have a flourishing career.

I saw an edited pic on twitter where op was acting as if the fan who gifted Elliot that little art booklet put inappropriate pictures in it and showed him. It was a very nasty thing to because #1 he’s a kid, why would you think its okay to even pretend someone did that? #2, It also makes that fan who had sweet intentions seem like a creep.

The age gap argument is void in my opinion. I would understand if it were coming from people who don’t ship period, but its those who also ship age gap/incestuous relationships.

But sadly its also some of our own who make it hard for authors. Rushing updates and leaving back handed compliments. There’s no reason for anyone to leave a ‘7/10’ in the comment section of someone’s hard work they gifted us for free.

[guerrerense]

The End Is Nigh por David Blazejewski Por Flickr: After sitting in storage here on the property of Seaview Transportation for over four years time has finally run out for the last significant group of former Amtrak AEM7s. 15 of the veteran electric motors were purchased out of the Bear deadline in 2019 by a mysterious and unknown buyer and have resided here ever since, allegedly in hopes of being rebuilt and brokered to the MBTA for proposed future electrification of portions of the commuter rail network. That admittedly farfetched gamble failed to pay off, and now the locomotives are in the process of being cut up and trucked to the Sims Metal scrapyard at the Port of Providence. Of the 15, one has been set aside for preservation and the rest will meet their fate right here on this stub track within sight of Amtrak’s Northeast Corridor mainline where they once sailed past at 110 miles an hour on the point of Regional trains headed to or from Boston. Amtrak 920, 905, and 935 visible here still sit on the rails awaiting the same fate as their unidentified siblings who have already been shorn to bits and whose cabs lay piled about between the units. The trio were built in 1980-81 and were part of 54 total of the model owned by Amtrak. All three were members of a group of 29 rebuilt by Amtrak and Alstom at Wilmington into an AEM-7AC in 2000-2001 they ran their last revenue miles sometime in late 2015 and have sat ever since. To read a bit more about these venerable electrics check out the history on Amtrak’s own site: history.amtrak.com/blogs/blog/farewell-to-the-aem-7 North Kingstown, Rhode Island Monday August 21, 2023