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FOR THE AEMOND GIRLIES LIKE MEE 😫😫☝🏻 I'm so thankful for this video omg
#aemond targaryen imagine#house of the dragon aemond#aemond targaryen#aemond one eye#aemond targaryen x reader#hotd#hotd aemond#prince aemond#aemond ff#aemond smut#aemond fluff#aemond 😫😫#AEMOND GIRLIES#aemond imagine#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#tumblr#trending#please istg#pls be real#aemond#targaryen#ewan mitchell#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#help pls
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this is the first time I’ve ever fully rawdogged a piece (drawing luke from memory) so we’ll see how it works out lol
#I want him to look older than he was when he died cuz like. themes. and also if elliot comes back as a ghost he’ll be not 14 anymore#idk it’s just harrenhal has a whole “is it real or not real” thing going on#so just imagine an older lucerys walking into aemonds chambers like “I lived bitch”#Idk it just has a gag factor#and also kinda plays with the rumor from the books where luke survived and had amnesia#like maybe they got that rumor from aemond walking around like “BITCHHH HE GONNGET ME 😫”#lucerys velaryon#house of the dragon#hotd#sage’s art tag
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My exact reaction to aemond exposing aegon as a no sabo kid
#I was SHOCKED#how tf are u king and can’t speak ur ancestral tongue just give the crown to aemond already 😫#aemond#aemond targaryen#aemond the kinslayer#house of the dragon#house of the dragon aemond#house targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#hotd aegon#king aegon#aegon the second#hotd spoilers#hotd season 2#hotd aemond
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AEMOND LOOKED SO FUCKING HOT
#aemond targaryen#house of the dragon#ewan mitchell#not as many scenes of him but seeing him dragon fight😫
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When I remember Aemond dies
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it’s really sad that i always looked forward to rhaenyra and/or alicent scenes last season but i now feel the urge to fast forward every time one of them comes on screen
- every alicent scene is her looking sad or crying or her with cole but nothing she does adds anything of value to the plot
- we get the same black council scene in which the men are undermining rhaenyra twice per episode and still nothing is done (i do believe she will make some progress in the next episodes but it’s just so boring to watch her have the same scene over and over again)
cersei and dany i miss you both so much
#and there are other characters in the show that are so much more interesting but but don’t get the screen time they deserve#and i know that they’re women and they have to face these struggles for it to be realistic but they did that last season too and they found#a way for it to not be repetitive#but rhaenyra just being so soft and always looking for peace is just so frustrating especially after how season 2 ended up#and obviously she’s the rightful heir and the better option for the iron throne but oh my god they have made her character so uninteresting#to watch#and i really liked rhaenyra in s1 and i thought she had a lot of potential as a character#in a show where the majority of the characters are supposed to be morally grey (even if done clumsily) she doesn’t stand out#and what has become of alicent is worse because she’s not even doing anything anymore but she’s still being forced into the story#with random plot lines#i wish they would just let the characters be and give them as much screen time as they need#and i don’t want to watch a show about good team vs bad team i wish they have given rhaenyra more complexity#because even though aegon sucks and they made him the worse thing a person can be and unredeemable#i am unfortunately not bored whenever he is onscreen#and i think so far they have established that the targaryens suck so many times even if they do good things every once in a while#aegon sucks viserys sucks aemond sucks dany sucks daemon sucks#all of them to different extents and in different ways ofc#but let my girl rhaenyra suck a little too because she deserves it 😫#she lost her father her son her daughter her throne let her be a little more like she was in the book#she was not a saint and her character deserves to not be reduced to being a good peaceful queen#hotd negativity#anti hotd#i must also say that i am a casual fan im not here to make analysis of the characters or discuss whether plot lines from the book should#have been changed#im not watching the show critically and this is just something i have noticed and has bothered me every time a new episode drops
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When the dumbass writers butcher my beloved characters, I can always count on the smart fans with sexy takes to make me love them again 🙏💘
#now if only i could find smart aemond fans with sexy takes 😫 plz he was my pookie and i want to love him again 😫#alicent hightower#aegon ii targaryen#house of the dragon
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wooow
#WOOOOOOOOW#PRINCE REGENT 😫#i wanna sit on his lap#hotd#aemond cuntgaryen#aemond one eye#prince aemond#aemond targaryen#house targaryen#house of the dragon
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Me: I don’t feel like writing today.
A few moments later:
Me. *rushes to laptop*
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I JUST FUCKING REALIZED I HAVEN’T BEEN INCLUDING AEMOND’S SCAR SHOWING FROM HIS EYEPATCH IN MY RHAEMOND FANARTS!!!
IM SUCH A FUCKING DISGRACE UGHHHHH
#my life is a lie#I let myself down I let you all down I let god himself down 😫#Aemond Targaryen#rhaemond#aemond one eye
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the bad thing about writing the targaryens to have their book canon eye color is that i’m robbed of the opportunity to wax poetry about ewan mitchell’s blue eyes
#ewan doesn’t NEED amethyst eyes to look otherworldly but it helps that aemond does have them 😫#ewan mitchell#aemond targaryen#been staring at a closeup gif at him for a bit but then i blushed and had to look away
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#LMAO forgive me I love detail#I am a Virgo 😫#aegon ii targaryen#tom glynn carney#aemond targaryen#ewan mitchell#hotd#house of the dragon
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listen do not come for me i am literally an aemond girlie but W H Y is no one talking about how fine addam of hull is?!?! my husband has arrived and is not getting his flowers
#hotd#hotd season 2#addam of hull#he’s so F I N E#absolutely illegal how pretty is his#but everyone is talking about how aemond looked like voldemort 😫
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THAT was the best i’ve ever read! i love modern!aemond so much and your version has me giggling and kicking my legs like a schoolgirl. i desperately need more, so if you’re really planing on doing more, like anything about their relationship, i’m here patiently waiting. 🥹🫶🏼✨
“All yours” (modern!Aemond Targaryen, college au)
author’s note: the idea came out of NOWHERE. I reread my The Greens (modern!au) — and then this thing happened. to keep up with the tradition I’m posting it as it is (I may regret it when I wake up lmao), hopefully, some of you can enjoy this silliness! ✨ • Aemond doesn’t lose an eye but he still has a big scar (let’s pretend Luke missed by a couple of inches) • I originally said that he’d be into sports however I’m yet to pick a sport for him so the description is very vague (I’m open to suggestions!)
words: ~3000 (I TRIED to cut it short... but alas) warnings: none, I think? they just swoon over each other (and a cheeky blond makes an appearance again ;)
⋙ It’s impossible not to know who Aemond Targaryen is when pretty much every girl on campus has a crush on him. The tall athletic guy with chiseled cheekbones and bright eyes who wins one tournament after another, manages to stay at the top of his classes but barely talks to anyone and has a handful of friends. Even the scar on the left side of his face — a faded red stripe from his temple and down to the cheek — only adds to his appeal although you suspect it’s mostly due to people not knowing how he got said scar. Come to think of it, there isn’t much to know about him at all: he’s not on social media, rarely goes to parties, stays out of trouble and doesn’t even like his pictures being taken. There is a certain charm to that mystery yet you also can’t help but respect his intelligence and perseverance. (And you may find him attractive, but that’s a given.)
⋙ You share a few classes with him, and he usually sits nearby although you think it’s purely a coincidence. He once gave you his pen when you forgot yours, and he also sometimes stands behind you in line for coffee in the nearby cafeteria but you never really interact. You catch him looking at you a couple of times and you don’t think much of it. You might’ve thrown a glance or two at him, too, since there’s no crime in that.
⋙ You get paired up for a project by mere chance: your best friend fell sick and his mate missed the class for whatever reason so you and Aemond are the only ones without a partner, and Mr. Harrold tells you to work together. Aemond approaches you when the class is over.
“Hi” — “Hi” you say in unison. There’s a glint of a smile on his lips, his eyes studying your face.
“I’ve got two training sessions today, can we maybe start tomorrow?” he suggests.
“Sure, tomorrow sounds fine,” you nod. “Meet me in the library at 3?”
You quickly discuss the books you’ll need, and he casually asks for your number so you could text him the details. While you’re typing it, you miss the grin that appears on his face. Truth be told, you’re too busy thinking of how good his arms look with his sleeves rolled up.
⋙ The next day, he’s only five minutes late. You don’t even notice, wrapped up in reading, until he rushes in, a tad disheveled and very apologetic. You are about to tell him it’s no big deal when you notice blood on his hand — or more so on his knuckles. He looks like he wants to avoid the subject but you are truly shocked at the sight.
“Should I worry about the other guy?” you muster a smile, looking him over with concern.
“He deserved it,” Aemond mumbles as he sits next to you, averting his gaze.
He goes to dig some books out of his bag when you take his hand — you do so without thinking, it almost comes out as a reflex. While you examine his bruised skin, Aemond pretty much forgets how to breathe.
“It’s not that bad but will swell up in the morning, so you need to apply some ice,” you tell him, fingers gently brushing over his. “Here, this is the next best thing I can think of,” you grab your cup of iced coffee and put it to his knuckles. When you glance up at Aemond, you see him looking at you with a stunned face expression, and you realize that you might’ve overstepped a little.
“I’m sorry, you probably already know what to do without my advice,” you move to pull back the cup, but he suddenly covers your hand with his other palm.
“Don’t,” he breathes out. “This feels nice.”
Within a few seconds, his cheeks turn red.
“The ice, I mean, you were right about applying the ice,” he corrects himself, and you can’t help but smile. The most popular guy on campus is blushing because you held his hand, and there’s something very endearing about this moment. Or maybe it’s just him.
You push that thought away and divert the conversation to your assigned project. He keeps his hand intertwined with yours for the rest of the evening, both of you acting like it’s no big deal.
⋙ The next time you see him, he brings you coffee, and somehow he guesses your order perfectly. You meet up a few times a week, and he makes sure to come in time. Always prepared and polite, he buys you coffee and insists on carrying all your books. You now sit together in classes, he shares his secret Spotify account with you and you learn that you share a passion for reading. Aemond also gives you his hoodie when he notices that you’re cold on your way out of the library one evening. He pulls the hoodie up over his head and his T-shirt comes up, too, exposing his lower abdomen and the tight lines of his abs. You take a deep, long breath, pretending that you didn’t see a thing.
And sometimes his hands brush yours and his gaze lingers on your face. But it’s another thing you try not to think of.
⋙ He mentions in passing that his training will get more intense as the competition season begins. At this point, you’ve been meeting for a couple of weeks pretty regularly, and you feel a slight twinge in your heart at the realization that you’ll see him less often. What you don’t expect is for him to stand you up. At any other time, you might’ve cut him some slack, but it just so happened that you are in a really bad mood since the moment you woke up, and him not answering your texts only rile you up.
You are so annoyed, you come into the locker room with little to no hesitation. Most of the guys already left but you still hear a couple of them whistling at you, and you flip them off. Aemond just got out of the shower and when you see him, he already has his jeans on and stands next to his locker searching for a clean shirt.
“Dude, your girl looks pissed,” one of his mates comments, and Aemond gives him a perplexed look. And then he turns to see you, your eyes burning holes in him, and his face pales.
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters. “We were supposed to meet, weren’t we?”
“Yep,” you drawl with a frown, and his face falls even more.
He doesn’t have time to explain as you hear another whistle.
“Nice ass,” it’s Jeff, one of the frat boys who’s famous for not keeping his hands to himself. You are about to shut him off but when Jeff looks up at you, his smirk disappears.
“Woah, I didn’t know it was you!” he raises his hands in defense. “My apologies to your ass,” he glances behind your back, terrified. “...To you, I mean my apologies to you!” he backs off. “Hey, it was meant as a compliment, tell your boyfriend I’m not his punching bag!”
“You need to google what a compliment is, you idiot,” you scoff at him, and Jeff all but runs off.
The room is awkwardly quiet, and Aemond’s friends quickly get out, leaving you two alone. He barely has time to open his mouth before you press your hand to his chest, making him stumble back purely out of surprise.
“Care to explain what the hell was that?” you hiss at him, your gaze burning. “My boyfriend?!”
“I didn’t say that, he made an assumption,” Aemond clarifies.
“Jeff was the one you got into a fight with?” you suddenly figure out. “But why?”
“He was talking shit about you,” he says, clearly displeased.
“And you decided it was worth a fight? I could not care less if he — ”
“I do,” Aemond cuts you off. “And I think it was worth it,” he punctuates with so much certainty, it takes you aback.
In the next second, you realize that your hand is still on his bare chest — it’s warm and toned, his muscles tense under your touch — and you are standing very close to each other. It’s very, very hard not to think of.
“Um, thank you, I guess,” you step back with your gaze still on him. “I-I shouldn’t have barged in here, it wasn’t very —”
One of your legs bumps into a bench, your eyes widen — and you are about to trip over when Aemond catches you. With a blink of an eye, his hands are on your waist as he brings you closer again, and this time the distance between you two is even shorter. You involuntarily look at his lips and when you glance back up, you catch him looking at yours.
If he kisses you right now, you won’t mind. In fact, you will probably enjoy it. Probably a lot.
Aemond clears his throat and pulls back.
“I’m sorry that I stood you up, the coach didn’t let us rest for a minute,” he explains with a repentant tone. “I wanted to send you a text, I really did. And then it just went out of my head.”
“It’s fine, I get it,” you give him a wan smile. “You warned me that you would be busy.”
“Still, it was rude on my part,” he insists. “You have any plans for the evening? We can still go to the library, I’m all yours for today.”
The way he phrases it makes your heart skip a bit. You bite the inside of your cheek to concentrate.
“They closed earlier,” you sigh. “Something about updating the catalog.”
Aemond only thinks for a second.
“I, um... Live close by. Maybe you can come over? No one will bother us there,” his smile looks sheepish and unsure but there’s a hint of eagerness in his voice. And he is still very much half-naked.
“I happen to be completely free,” you say as your concentration goes out of the window.
⋙ Aemond apologizes again, profusely. He gives apologies in the locker room, on your way out, in the cab — and when you get out of the car and he opens his mouth again — you turn and firmly place your hand over it.
“I think I got it the first time,” you tell him, and he looks amused with your act.
You feel him smiling, his lips tickling your palm, and you move your fingers away as your cheeks heat up.
“Quiet fierce, aren’t you,” he remarks.
You don’t notice a sidewalk curb but Aemond does — his hand finds yours when you are a moment away from stumbling again, and he tugs you closer. He doesn’t comment on it, asking you about your day instead. There are a few other parts of your body where you want him to put his hands on, you think.
⋙ His apartment is unexpectedly huge — four bedrooms and a living room, high ceilings and large windows, and you can’t hide your bewilderment. He half-heartedly explains that his dad left it to them after the divorce.
“Oh, so it’s not just yours,” you conclude, relieved. “Makes it look like less of a palace.”
“I have my own, actually,” he almost looks ashamed, and you find his modesty ever so adorable. “I’ve recently repainted the walls, and the place needs some air. So I’m crushing here at the moment.”
He tells you that his older brother Aegon mostly hangs out in his gallery, Helaena took a week off to visit her friends, and you already know that their youngest — Daeron — studies abroad.
“Mum recently moved in with her boyfriend,” Aemond nonchalantly adds while showing you to his room.
You realize that it’s just the two of you. The thought of it warms up the lower part of your body, anticipation tingling in your abdomen, but you do your best to keep it together.
Luckily, you get easily distracted by the beautiful interior, his sister’s plants and paintings, and rows of photos on the walls, and you try not to gawk at the surroundings. Aemond tries not to gawk at you. You both fail.
“Feel yourself at home, I’ll go look for my charger,” his hand grazes your back after he opens the door. Aemond leaves you standing but the feeling of his touch remains. You have to pinch yourself to get back to reality.
⋙ You see his bookshelf that stretches from one end of the room to the other, and excitement bubbles in your chest as you rush to take a closer look. There’s a plethora of books of all colors and genres, paperback and hardcover, and you energetically look through the rows filled with them. You reach for one of the books on the upper berth, standing on your tiptoes but it causes you to lose balance. The only reason you don’t fall flat on your back is because Aemond’s hand swiftly lands on your waist, steading you. He turns you around to him, and your faces are suddenly only inches apart.
“Are you always this clumsy?” he chuckles lightly, his breath fanning over your skin.
Only when you are around, apparently.
Aemond’s lips part, his brows raising, and he stares at you, surprised. And then you realize that you said it out loud. Before you get a chance to correct yourself, he lets out a laugh, and you feel your face flushing. You close your eyes in embarrassment, trying to steady your breath, and his laughter dies down. He firmly locks his hands around you.
“What’s on your mind?” Aemond murmurs after a minute of silence.
You, you, you. Fearing that there’s still a chance that you are misreading the situation, you vaguely respond:
“A lot of things,” but your voice comes out strained and quiet.
When you don’t hear him replying, you open your eyes — your gaze immediately meeting his. The warmth from his hands slips into your body.
“You know what I’m thinking about?” Aemond asks in a low tone, his eyes a shade darker in this lightning. You shake your head because talking seems like an actual challenge right now.
“Kissing you,” he confesses, maintaining eye contact.
You inhale sharply, a wave of relief washing over you. And then something else sparkles inside, tightening your chest, and the well-known burning sensation blossoms right under your navel.
“You should,” you tell Aemond, and it’s the only confirmation he needs.
He crashes his lips into yours with fervor, pulling your chest flush against his and knocking the breath from your lungs. His hand cups your face, guiding you even closer, his mouth greedy and intent with its every movement, and your head goes dizzy with longing. The kiss is both tender and heated, and you lose yourself in the moment, only thinking of how soft and supple his lips are, and how ineffably good they feel.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” Aemond mumbles against your mouth.
“Only been a month,” you manage to say while his lips move from your jaw to your neck.
“Long before that,” his words burn the spot just below your ear, making you shiver. “Ever since you argued with Mr. Harrold that Zelda Fitzgerald wrote ‘The Great Gatsby’ and her husband was a total — hmm, how did you call him? Yeah, a total nitwit,” he cackles.
You glance at him with your mouth ajar.
“Aemond, that was last semester.”
“I didn’t know how to approach you,” he admits, abashed. “And I didn’t want it to be weird or to mess it up and — ”
You shut him off with another kiss, and he hums in satisfaction. His thumb softly rubs your cheek while he deepens the kiss, his mouth exploring yours. His other hand dares to move lower, squeezing your hip and making you sigh at the alacrity of his. It’s simultaneously overwhelming and not enough but he still holds back a little, not crossing the line just yet.
“Wow, can’t believe this is finally happening!”
You break the kiss, startled by someone’s voice. A blond guy is leaning on the door frame, a pair of glasses and a grin on his face. Aemond groans into your shoulder, his hands moving to your waist.
“It’s Y/N, right? I’m this dipshit’s brother,” he shamelessly walks closer and extends a hand. You reluctantly go for a handshake, but he plants a quick kiss on yours.
“Aegon,” Aemond says with a warning tone.
“Oh, don’t grumble at me, I’ve been listening to you talk about her for months,” his brother’s smile widens. “Now Hel owes me 50 bucks.”
“Why is that?” you squint at him.
“We made a bet. I said he’d grow a pair and ask you out before the year ends. Glad I was right,” he snickers.
“Well, technically...,” you can help but laugh.
“He still didn’t?” Aegon fakes a gasp. “I apologize on his behalf, I taught him better than that!”
“Can you please fuck off already?” Aemond glares at him, irritated, and Aegon rolls his eyes but takes the hint.
“Alright, I’ll leave you to it, kids,” he winks at you and walks away.
“I like him,” you exclaim.
“I don’t,” Aemond retorts and pulls you in for a kiss as soon as the door closes. “But I will let him win the bet.”
“Is that so?” you cock your head with a smile.
“Yeah,” he pauses, his face getting serious, and he almost looks scared while asking: “Will you go on a date with me?”
“I’d love to,” you agree without a second thought, and his lips twitch upward, making your heart swell with affection. “Where do you plan on taking me?”
“I’ve got a few ideas,” Aemond says cryptically, his eyes never leaving yours. “May be more than just one date,” he sounds both daring and pleading. You gently trace the line of his scar, and he relaxes at the movement.
“So you are all mine for a while, huh?” you joyfully assume, earning a laugh from him, and he leans in, his hand lovingly caressing your face.
“For as long as you’ll have me,” he whispers before closing the distance between your lips.
• listen, I looked at his face and I thought there’s no way girls won’t find him attractive, with or without a scar. so yeah, this version of Aemond is more confident. I may do a second part? maybe more headcanons (love confessions, meeting his family, moving in together, etc.)
• I kinda want to write for Aegon, too... I mean, just look at the original photo and tell me he doesn’t seem like the sweetest fuckboy ever! tagging @greenowlfactif, @kyuupidwrites since you asked (I hope that’s fine 🥺)
my recent fic: “My first choice” (she’s Aegon’s bestie, inspired by “Little women”) English is not my first language, so feel free to message me if you spot any major mistakes!
#★. gwen recs#modern!aemond#this was so sweet i love this confident version of modern!aemond#the ‘your girl’ had me 😫😫😫#it is canon that modern!aemond has a secret spotify account i don’t make the rules
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Yes I hate the greens yes I’m an Aemond fangorl we EXIST ✊🏽😤
#hotd#Aemond Targaryen#Aemond one eye#house of the dragon#hbo house of the dragon#he’s too pretty for me to hate#I love how he looks like he belongs at a metal concert at all times 🤘🏽😫#and the HAIR#besides Daemon Aemond is literally the most Targaryen Targaryen to ever Targaryen
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https://twitter*com/thegreeens/status/1633865570956214280
oh my god did you see this? tourney death glare!aemond right there!!!
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ewan’s aemond is so the fallen angel by alexandre cabanel coded like….. his stare…. the determination…… the hate…… ewan pls let me talk to u
#i’m glad they cut it tho bc i want more time to see ewan’s aemond descend into book insanity#BUT i resent that we’ve lost this material 😫#hopefully soon!!!#answered
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