#aemond and amara

[scaly-freaks]

Damn all this Aemond talk hfchfsd they could have had it all.

In my head Aemond is eventually a single dad to a girl named Amara. He’s like hahaha I joked about stealing your future daughter’s name for my own but now I named her after you instead hahaha

Aegon would be gagged.

Ngl that's a little creepy but very Targaryen-esque LMAAAOO

Meanwhile Aegon:

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OF FLOWERS AND DEATH - aemond targaryen

Chapter 16: Every Little Thing

☾⋆⁺₊✧ dark elf!Aemond Targaryen x f!human!reader series. ✧₊⁺⋆☾ series masterlist. ☾⋆⁺₊✧ word count: 4.3k ✧₊⁺⋆☾ series warnings: 18+ depictions of violence/gore, eventual smut, warfare, sickness/disease, some moments of misogyny, and mentions of alcohol consumption. ☾⋆⁺₊✧ Death's hand extends towards the unwilling.

You carefully put on an intricate gown made for you. As you were back at the capital, you had worn their elvish clothes for the first time since you left on the trip. The journey to Lake Rosemange was spent in your more modest human clothes. You had thought it was a welcome feeling, but it did not hold a candle to the feeling you had wearing the soft and luxurious elvish fabrics. Amara had chosen the gown as you broke your fast with them in your room. It had been a while since you could speak to them and was refreshing. 

“Imagine her surprise when he returned with another’s undergarment in his pocket!” Liriel had spoken. The two had been catching you up on courtly gossip. As much as you wanted to not partake in such gossip to maintain a more elevated persona, you could not help but revel in it. The scandals all lured you in. It was far more entertaining than any town square shows put on where you had lived. 

As Amara tied the laces on the back of your dress, your gaze swept up to your bed. Within the pillowcases lay the scouting record and book found in Cole’s room. Thinking of it made your throat close and muscles tighten. When Amara stepped back and went to join her wife on the settee, you sucked in a breath. 

“I think I’ll choose my jewellery for the day.” The underlying meaning behind your words was not lost on the two elves. You wished for a moment of solitary peace. They got up from their seats and bid you a quick goodbye. 

When they had left, you made your way to the vanity. While scanning over your options, your eyes kept moving toward where the scouting log and Cole’s book were kept. Your fingers brushed over the cool metal of a necklace you found particularly pleasing and knew it would compliment the expanse of the bare neck that was exposed from the dress. You put it on and then walked to your bed. 

The items were calling to you. You shakily pulled them both out from under the pillows and laid them on the plush blanket of your bed. You dragged your finger across the black cover and ruminated on the information Aegon had gathered. The whole night was spent drifting in and out of sleep. You were reeling from the information. Cole was one being you knew was not trustworthy. He was slimy and vile, but was there really enough hate in him to be a purveyor of the dark arts? 

You were caught between multiple points. You wished to mourn; for your father, Lyra, and everyone else who had perished from the taint. Yet your body was pulled towards your duty as a healer and passion as a researcher to find a cure no matter the cost, regardless of your health and sanity. Then, more recently, another point had driven itself into your chest. It was a matter of a single blue eye that threatened to swallow you each time you gazed into it. The point, driven like an anchor, pushed you overboard and into murky waters; pulling you down from all those other cares to think of nothing but him alone. 

The gods had been cruel, exceptionally so, to test your patience by sending such a siren call in the form of Aemond.

You once again scanned the items in front of you. There was something there. There is some underlying meaning behind the discovery of this information. It was a trickery. The scout's log showed Cole’s presence in the area and the book was damning that he was capable of some kind of evil – or at the very least an untrustworthy interest in darker things. The main cause of your distress was Aemond’s possible part to play in all of it. He and Cole were nearly inseparable, always talking to one another. There was a strong bond, one which would naturally lead to sharing information between one another. 

During your thinking, a knock on the door jolted you out of it. While you normally would have made haste to hide the items, your brain had been working overtime as of late. It led to you not caring much at all anymore. You looked over your shoulder to see Aemond walking into your room. You turned your head to the bed, keeping your back facing him. You could not look at him. 

Cole likely played a part in hurting – nay killing – your father; to which Aemond could have known about it.

It would suit Aemond not to tell you. The taint was a burden on both kingdoms. He could use you for your talents, recognizing that they may have made a mistake in killing your father before he could find a solution. He planned to have you make the cure, or at least get close, and then dispense you. Your kingdom would be none the wiser of such misdeeds and a conflict would be avoided. The elf kingdom could use the cure on themselves only and sit back as your people died out. 

That was the ultimate goal of the Great War so many centuries ago – at least what had been taught to you. 

You steeled yourself and crossed your arms to soften your emotions, “What can I do for you, your grace?” You wanted him to leave before you broke down – before you confessed all that you discovered and demanded an answer. Though you knew, it was far too late to go back. His presence alone weakened you. You were beholden to Aemond and thus unable to keep anything from him.

“I was coming to check on how you were settling back in,” Aemond answered. You wanted to scoff at his possible fake care, but at the same time fall into his arms. The supposed dichotomy between the two mocked you with similarity. 

“Everything is good, my things have been unpacked.” You responded as you looked out the large windows of your room and towards the garden. 

“I did not mean your things,” His footsteps sounded closer as he walked further into your room, “I meant, how are you handling everything? With Lyra…” 

You sucked in a breath and held back the tears that threatened to spill. Your lungs shuddered, but you remained steadfast in your bubbling malcontent. You could sense him standing at the bottom of the three steps that led up to the loft area of your room where your bed and personal study were. 

“I’m still mourning,” You then turned to face him and looked down upon his form. Seeing him, the unadulterated care in his eyes and softened face made you question your knowledge. Surely, this could not have been all a ruse? Surely he is not such a good actor as to make you fall for these falsities.  

“Of course, I–” Aemond had begun, but you cut him off. 

“But I’m mourning my father as well,” Aemond gave you a questionable look, as the last conversation with your father ended on the mutual understanding that he could still be alive, “I know he’s dead.” 

“Why would you say such a thing?” Aemond placed one of his feet on the steps as if to walk up to you, but saw you take a step back. Your flinch looked as though it slapped him, for he took his foot off the step and moved his hands behind his back to show he was not a threat. His eye seemed to flit about your room with nervousness. 

“You told me there were no reports of humans in that area in the last century and I was stupid to believe it.” Your voice was just above a whisper and cracked by the end. It was not fair to accuse him of what you were thinking, but in your grief, you made stupid decisions. 

“I told you the truth of it. What would I gain by lying to you?” Aemond responded. 

“A victory. My father murdered by Cole then another human to use for a cure and then dispose of when the time comes. Once done, you can protect the elven kingdom and watch mine burn, as some kind of late victory from the Great War.” It was wrong to throw that at him, so terribly wrong; especially how he had poured his heart out to you on why such a war started. However, your mind was clouded with mismatched pieces of evidence that you struggled to string together coherently. 

A shift was made in Aemond’s continence, “You think this is some plot to destroy your kingdom? You accuse my good friend and ally of murder?”

“That day in the forest, when you saved me, you told me that every little thing is out to kill.” It felt so long since that day, but truly only a month ago. The way his sword was aimed at your neck came back into your mind, vivid and clear. He had only spared you, just slightly, and you were supposed to be thankful for it. Like not killing you was a gift. Perhaps, he should have just done the job and been rid of you. Now, the same look you gave him after such a threat was directed at you; confusion, shock, and a little bit of fear from Aemond. 

“There were plenty of times in which I could have killed you, but I didn’t. Now I know you are angry and confused but…” He paused and backed up, his eye darting around to not look at you, “I revealed parts of myself to you that…” His voice got caught in his throat.

“Words said in heat are often more destructive than battles.” It was a whisper, as if he was recalling it from a deep memory from his past. His hands tightened into fists and he leaned on the balls of his feet, “I have told you the truth as you are my friend. Let us not fight when tensions are high. We shall talk later.” 

You wanted to scream at him, to lug one of the pillows on your bed directly at his head. How could he be so reasonable? Gods, why was he so reasonable? You wanted confrontation. With it, you could get answers. However, all Aemond did was look at you. His face held traces of grief but still had pieces of reverence. It was heavy, the way he gazed upon you with such fondness and an equal amount of intense emotional pain.

Aemond nodded before swiftly turning to exit your room. His hair swerved with him. The sound of the door closing, bordering on a slam, was what broke you. Tears escaped your eyes and you had to hold up your body on the bed from collapsing. 

Clarity instantly washed over you in one giant wave. Aemond had been nothing but forthright with you – especially since he revealed the origin of his scar. He was rude at first, but there was a perfectly clear reason why. Yet, you had taken that and thrown it in his face. The wave of clarity that washed over you swept back into the ocean of your emotions, leaving behind a shell in the sand of your mind. 

The shell shined and held a simple truth within it. The answer to the one burning question that was always piqued when Aemond would look or talk to you. It always bugged you, that you could not find a reason why your heart would beat quicker and heat would wash over your face. 

You were falling in love. 

It was not what you expected. All your life, a simple path had been laid in your mind. Meet someone, gradually come to like them, and then eventually build the foundations of love. It would be calm and come slowly. There would be time to adjust to it. The motions of the ocean would gently lick at your feet as the tide rose over time. 

Yet, Aemond came and built up a storm; water eroding rock and pummeling the sand. While violent, his storm would never harm you, but you had just harmed him. You could not say you were in love, but there was no denying that it had begun to wrap you in its embrace. 

You shoved the items back under your pillow haphazardly and then moved quickly down the steps and toward your door. You needed to get out of that room – to get away from what just happened. You shakily walked down the dark stone hallways of the castle and towards the laboratory.

Here, you could think clearly and devise a plan to apologize to Aemond. 

You walked to the main study desk and rested your hands against the worn wood. You looked out at all of the items and ingredients laid on the surface, including some of the recent samples you collected from Lake Rosemagne. 

While looking at the ingredients that composed all your recent experiments, including the one that successfully halted the taint, all you could think about was what the book found in Cole’s room and the scouting record. Images of the pages moved across your vision when you had flipped through it. The page you had stopped on with the mortua terra flower and a crude sketch of Lake Rosemagne settled in you. 

Your eyes squinted as you took in all the items in front of you. There was a scratching at the back of your brain; an itch that got worse and worse. It was there, like the forgotten phrase on the tip of one’s tongue. There was an answer clawing at you through a murky haze. Your gaze moved from the vials of lakewater that were collected, then moved to the mortua terra flower, and then it drifted towards another table in the laboratory. 

In a small vase was the elf azure flower. It had been your preferred perfume scent when you came to this kingdom. There was always a vase full of them in the lab, you had made sure of it. You had noticed them growing in the forest when you came back from a short trip out to your home with Aemond. His words came to mind when you glanced at the budding flowers. 

Giēñagon syt se gīs.

Cure for the soul.

That was the elf superstition. Yet, wisdom oft comes from superstitious knowledge that had been passed down for longer than earth's memory. Like a shot arrow, an idea hit you like never before in your life. 

Of course.

Of course, it makes so much sense.

You had been correct in assuming that a cure would need two big components that cancel one another out. At first, it was the poison against poison, which only lasted for a few seconds. Then you tried using dark magic against itself, which halted the spread of the taint in both plant and body but was not a definite cure. What if you used another arena to fight in? Instead of using the infected host as a fighting ground for the potion to act against, would it not be worth it to have the fight be in the potion itself? 

The mortua terra plant against the elf azure flower. The mortua terra was a symbol of death, but the elf azure meant light. 

In Cole’s book, you saw a drawing of what looked like the outline of Lake Rosemagne with the mortua terra flower and a myriad of weird symbols and sketches. If you used the lake water as a base – for it is believed to have balancing powers – it would have to make some form of an impact as they were on opposite sides of the magic spectrum.

This was truly a new frontier for you, but you were determined to follow it through. You wasted no time in expertly assembling all of the ingredients you would need. Your hand grabbed a nearby stick to transfer the flame from one of the torches on the wall. You lit up the bottom portion of a holder for one of the empty cauldrons. Then you took a sample of water from Lake Rosemange and brought it to a calm simmer. 

You followed out with the rest of the ingredients that made the complete base for your last experiments that had been tweaked by Daeron to be stronger. The whole time, your hands had been shaking slightly and you had to take a few breaks to calm down. This morning and the day prior had been a whirlwind of emotions. They compounded in you, but you swallowed it all down to do your work. This was not a brew you wanted to mess up. 

The last step was the two flowers. You put on gloves to handle the mortua terra and plucked a few of the petals off of it, which gleaned a light purple in the dull torchlight.

Just as you were going to place them in the brew, the door to the laboratory opened. Your back was to it, but you could tell that this time in the mourning was around when Daeron would start his day and assumed he had come in.

“I’ve just had the biggest epiphany. It was all wrong, well, it was all correct as well. It's hard to explain, but I think using the water from Lake Rosemagne in combination with mortua terra and elf azure has the possibility of making real change,” You received no response, but truly it did not bother you. So much of your attention and energy was going into this. 

When the silence dragged on, you continued, “This just might work, Daeron. Gods, what if it does?” You plopped the dark petals in the water and went to reach for the azure. After, you would need to cut your hand. 

“I did not think you would figure it out so quickly.” It was not Daeron’s voice, but a deeper, more venomous one. You halted in your ministrations and turned around. There Cole stood with a look of wroth in his eyes. In his hands was his tome and a copy of the scouting papers. He had been in your room and you could not help but wonder just how often he had done that before.

He held up the items, “You think I'm stupid enough to not notice these went missing?” 

You swallowed hard and backed against the desk. There was no other means of escape for you except the other door on the other side of the room that led to the sick hall. However, its distance was just far enough that if Cole were to run he would get you before you could even call for help. 

“You said it, not I.” You spoke. There were a million scenarios that came into your head. Ways he would kill you, possibly knock you out to take you away and torture you. There was no happy ending – not even a tame one. His actions confirmed an underlying suspicion of yours. He not only was dabbling in the dark arts but had something to do with the taint. 

“You think you’re funny?” He stepped forward. 

“From time to time, I do have some good quips. What the hell were you doing in my room?” You confronted. On the inside, you were quaking like a leaf, but you could not show it. Cole would not see your fear. 

“I could ask you the same thing. This book was in my room.” Cole responded. You could not out Aegon as your accomplice, you could not stomach putting him at risk any more than he was for helping you. This was your burden, not his. He was only being a good friend. 

“What are you doing with a personal journal on dark magic?” You hit him back with that one. His gaze darkened and he dropped his held-up arm with the items still clutched feverishly. 

“I’ve told you before, humans should stop trifling in matters that do not concern them. Bad things can befall such… unsuspecting souls.” You could not tell what it was, but there was some underlying meaning beneath his words; a sick joke embedded in his malcontent. 

You were in danger. You could feel the imminent dread claw its way through your body. In the corner of your eye, there was a wooden box on the table that held a bunch of loose-leaf pieces of parchment, ink bottles, and quills. You and Daeron shared similar scattered minds and often needed to quickly jot things down and could not wait to find your journals lest the idea slipped from your mind. 

If you could grab that and throw it at him, it may give you enough time to run to the door and get away or at the very least scream for help in an area that may be heard. He seemed to catch on to your wandering eye and clue together what you were thinking.

In a split second, he dropped the items to run to you, but by then you had grabbed the box and thrown it at his face. The ink and flying parchment temporarily blinded him and you made for the door to the sick hall. 

After just a step, searing pain hit your side. You stumbled and stopped running, the air in your lungs having been knocked out by the force. You felt a weird mix of pain and numbness. Looking down, you could see the hilt of a dagger poking out from your side. Your shaking hands reached down to feel the escaping blood. You looked back up to see Cole with a curled sneer as he observed you.

Cole moved forward. You barely stumbled back by the time he used one hand to grip your throat and hold you in place while the other went to grasp the knife’s handle. 

“Your kind lives for so little, yet take so much.” He drove the knife further into you which caused you to cough violently at the intense anguish. Cole released his hold and you dropped to the ground among the strewn-out mess you made. All you could do was sob out, every ability to move your body had stopped.

He kneeled to be in your vision, “You will bleed out, just like your father.” 

Ice washed over you. He not only played a part in the creation of the taint, but he had murdered your father. Likely because he had been near Lake Rosemagne – one of the vital ingredients in the cure. It made you feel sick that he died simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

A genius who strived to make a difference by helping people had been killed by a coward. 

“You fucking bastard,” You coughed out. You made a futile attempt to move towards him, possibly hitting him, but it was difficult to even move. 

“Ah, but at least I’ll live. As an added benefit, it's laced with the taint.” Cole taunted. As if stabbing you was not enough, he had put some of the taint on it to be sure you would die. There was no limit nor measure of hate this elf would not cross. 

Another thought came to you. Aemond had been telling the truth and had no clue about your father's murder. Most of all, he had no inkling to Cole’s misdeeds. The closest member of his council was seeking to kill the world for reasons unknown to you. 

He will never know, you thought. This was it. You were dying. Cole pulled out the knife that had been stopping most of the blood flow. He then stood up and made his way to the exit, giving you no more words. 

The fucking coward could not even see it through before leaving the scene. 

You needed to warn Aemond and everyone else. You needed to pass on the idea for the cure. As much as you wanted to get Cole for what he had done to your father, that held little importance when compared to the rest of the realm. Your hand waved around the floor to find a quill. You scrambled for some parchment and dragged the tip of the quill through a blot of spilled ink. Your hands could not still, but you wrote with a frantic nature as you bled out on the ground. There would be no time to write out a step-by-step guide, but some hints would do. 

Mother’s flower, 

Lake water, 

Every little thing, 

You hoped it would be understood by Aemond. You could not risk outright writing that Cole was a traitor for fear that he would see it and immediately hide the evidence. With this, at least there was a chance. The flower that Aemond’s mother adored, the azure, in combination with the lake water was the key additives to the previous experiment. The final line was more personalized, hinting at the words of advice he had given you – aimed at exposing Cole. Your vision became darker as spots clouded it.

He would piece it together, you knew he would. 

You turned around to lay on your back and stretched out your arms. The parchment you had written in was clutched in your hand. You closed your eyes and waited. This was not how you ever thought you would go out. Like many, you had hoped it would happen at the end of a long and satisfying life in which you went to sleep and never woke up. 

You were too young for this, but alas, Lyra was also young and your father was too kind for the deaths they faced. 

Nothing was ever fair. You took in one last breath; a slow inhale where you could smell the floral scent of the azure flowers that filled the room. Shortly after, you exhaled your last breath. With it, your consciousness fled.

Chapter 17: The Winds of War Preview

Again, that was not unusual. However, when he knocked again with a little more force to make sure he was heard, Aemond was surprised by the slow creaking it made as it opened. It was ajar, which was unusual. His fingers gripped the handle and he pushed it open. His gaze was lowered and noticed the strewn about papers at first. His brow furrowed as he scanned the area further until… 

Gods no… 

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[witchofhimring]

Aemond Targaryen x Reader HOTD AU (what if women had the same rights as men?)

In this AU women have the same rights as men which changes the history of Westeros. In this story the reader comes from an island off Westeros and marries into the Targaryen family.

I do not know if I will make a book of this concept by I will make headcanons and one shots. Certain aspects will be changed from the books.

This list includes OC's. The next post about this AU will cover Reader's children and grandchildren.

Queens:

Visenya the Conqueror

Parents: Aerion Targaryen and Valaena Velayon

Spouce(s): Aegon Targaryen

Children: Maegor Targaryen

Reign: 1 AC-44 AC

Birth: 29 AC

Death: 44 AC

Canon changes: Rules in her own right and rides Balerion instead of Vaeghar.

Maegor the Strong

Parents: Visenya Targaryen and Aegon Targaryen

Spouce(s): not decided (I will chose at a further date)

Children: none

Reign: 44 AC- undecided (TBA)

Birth: 12 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is the heir to the Iron Throne. No wars with the faith or nephews. This changes the political landscape of Westeros.

Rhaena the Black Queen

Parents: Aenys Targaryen and Alyssa Velaryon

Spouce(s): Aegon Targaryen, Androw Farman

Children: Aerea Targaryen, Rhaella Targaryen

Reign: TBA

Birth: 23 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen in her own right, is Maegor's successor.

Jaehaerys the Old King

Parents: Aenys Targaryen and Alyssa Velaryon

Spouce(s): Alysanne Targaryen

Children: Aegon Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Aemon Targaryen, Baelon Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen, Maegelle Targaryen, Vaegon Targaryen, Daella Targaryen, Saera Targaryen, Viserra Targaryen, Gaemon Targaryen, Vaelerion Targaryen, Gael Targaryen

Reign: TBA-103 AC

Birth: 34 AC

Death: 103 AC

Canon changes: Succeeds his elder sister. Makes Rhaenys his heir.

Rhaenys the First

Parents: Aemon Targaryen, Jocelyn Baratheon

Spouce(s): Corlys Valeryon

Children: Laenor Velaryon, Laena Velaryon

Reign: TBA

Birth: 74 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen

Laenor the Lazy

Parents: Rhaenys Targaryen

Spouce(s): Rhaenyra Targaryen

Children: Jacaerys Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon, Jeoffrey Velarion

Reign: TBA- 120 AC

Birth: 93 AC

Death: 120 AC (presumably)

Canon changes: Becomes King. In the books Laenor is born in 94 AC however as he is the elder sibling in the show I moved up his date of birth to be older than Laena.

Rhaenyra the Dragon

Parents: Viserys Targaryen, Aemma Arryn

Spouce(s): Laenor Valeryon, Daemon Targaryen

Children: Jacaerys Targaryen, Lucerys Targaryen, Jeoffrey Velaryon, Aegon Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen

Reign: 120 AC- TBA

Birth: 97 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen by succeeding her husband.

Daemon the Black

Parents: Baelon Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen

Spouce(s): Laena Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen

Children: Baela Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen

Birth: 81 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is consort of Laena and ruling with his wife.

Jacaerys the First & Baela the Just

Parents: Laenor Velaryon, Rhaenyra Targaryen

Spouce(s): Baela Targaryen, Agatha Hedrow (OC)

Children: Viserys Targaryen, Vaeserion Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Aelyanna Targaryen, Amara Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen, Edwin Targaryen (all are OC'S)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: 144 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes King, co-rules with Baela. Marries a second time to Agatha Hedrow (OC).

Parents: Daemon Targaryen, Laena Targaryen

Spouce(s): Jacaerys Targaryen

Children: Viserys Targaryen, Vaeserion Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen (all are OC'S)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: 116 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Becomes Queen

Viserys the First (OC)

Parents: Jacaerys Targaryen, Baela Targaryen

Spouce(s): Daenerys Targaryen

Children: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Targaryen, Baela Targaryen (all OC's)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Daenerys the Golden Queen (OC)

Parents: Aemond Targaryen, Y/n Blackhalt

Spouce(s): Viserys the Second

Children: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Targaryen, Baela Targaryen (all OC's)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Daenerys the Golden Queen

Rhaenyra the Second

Parents: Viserys Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen

Spouce(s): TBA

Children: A son (more children may be added)

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Female heirs:

Y/n of Blackhalt (the reader)

Parents: TBA

Spouce(s): Aemond Targaryen

Children: Daenerys Targaryen, Vaella Targaryen, Jaehaerys Targaryen ,Elarion Targaryen, Hardin Targaryen, Elara Targaryen, Vissera Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Alice Targaryen

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Alys Strong

Parents: Lyonel Strong (mother unknown)

Spouce(s): none

Children: Aelon Strong (OC)

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Cassandra Baratheon

Parents: Borros Baratheon, Elenda Caron

Spouce(s): TBA

Children: TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is Lady of Storm's End.

Laena Velaryon

Parents: Corlys Velaryon, Rhaenys Targaryen

Spouce(s): Daemon Targaryen

Children: Baela Targaryen, Rhaena Targaryen

Birth: 94 AC

Death: 120 AC

Canon changes: Is Lady of the Tides

Baela Targaryen

Profile above. Baela was made Lady of the tides after her mothers death and the title was passed on to her second son.

Consorts:

Aegon and Rhaenys

Parents:

Spouce(s):

Children:

Reign: TBA-TBA

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is consort instead of ruler.

Parents: Aerion Targaryen and Valaena Velayon

Spouce(s): Aegon Targaryen

Children: Aenys Targaryen

Birth: 25 BC

Death: 10 AC

Maegor's Queen has yet to be decided

Androw Farman

Parents: Marq Farman

Spouce(s): Rhaenys Targaryen

Children: none

Birth: 32 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is consort to the Queen.

Alysanne Targaryen

Parents: Aenys Targaryen, Alyssa Velaryon

Spouce(s): Jaehaerys Targaryen

Children: Aegon Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Aemon Targaryen, Baelon Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen, Maegelle Targaryen, Vaegon Targaryen, Daella Targaryen, Saera Targaryen, Viserra Targaryen, Gaemon Targaryen, Vaelerion Targaryen, Gael Targaryen

Birth: 36 AC

Death: 100 AC

Corlys Velaryon

Parents: Corwyn Valeryon (mother unnamed)

Spouce(s): Rhaenys Targaryen

Children: Laenor Velaryon, Laena Velaryon

Birth: 53 AC

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is the Queens consort.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

View profile above. Rhaenyra served as consort for several years before becoming Queen Regnant.

Agatha Hedrow (OC)

Parents: TBA

Spouce(s): Jacaerys Targaryen

Children: Aelyanna Targaryen, Amara Targaryen, Visenya Targaryen, Edwin Targaryen (all are OC'S)

Birth: TBA

Death: TBA

Canon changes: Is an OC.

Daenerys Targaryen

View profile above. Daenerys served as consort for several years before becoming Queen Regnant.

Rhaenyra the Seconds consort is not yet decided

[sapphire-writes]

Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

ohmygoodness I love this idea! here are some of my faves at the moment; if there's anyone I've missed that's my bad, this fandom is full of so much talent!! ❤️ here's who I've been obsessed with lately in no particular order:

@oneeyedvisenya ~ rae, my ride or die, my slowburn, smut, Aemond QUEEN! one of the first accounts I ever followed you know how obsessed I am with your fics & I love that we're both so feral and unhinged about that one-eyed grump 🫶🏻 you're so incredibly talented I'm always in awe!

@undertheorangetree ~ karina, good GOD! under the god's eye HELLO?!?! you are so incredibly talented my friend I'm so glad I found your work!! ❤️

@randomdragonfires ~ sam!! your writing is incredible you are truly the queen of angst in my eyes like have I read something of yours without crying?? who's to say??

@humanpurposes ~ gee, the talent, the modern Aemond---- need I say more? My Heart Belongs to Daddy is a constant reread for me!

@hamatoanne ~ anne, your work literally has me in a chokehold good GOD queen of modern smut fr

@valeskafics ~ bel, the range, the writing, the smut, the OG modern queen hello?? you literally write like you're running out of time I'm so impressed by your dedication to your craft!! incredible!

@ewanmitchellcrumbs ~ ange, good lord what can I even say?? your work is so iconic whenever I see you've posted I immediately start giggling knowing I'm in for a treat

@barbiedragon ~ fae, you own modern Daemyra in my eyes, the way you write them is so *chef's kiss*

@asumofwords ~ tee, the sublet *takes deep breath* what are you doing to me bestie?!?! you're so insanely talented I am obsessed with you and your fic!!

@scalyfreaks ~ daisy, good GOD! I am so beyond obsessed with Aegon x Amara, started with burning jasmine and have followed ever since. me and my friend irl have a joke that burning jasmine is canon in our minds lmao "get scalyfreaks in the writer's room!" you're so insanely talented I'm continuously impressed by your writing!

@cyeco13 ~ bestie, your art is incredible! you are so insanely talented I love seeing you post! you also made me a fanart for my story which I cannot thank you enough for!

@theoneeyedprince ~ justine!! a refined taste, need I say more?? you are so talented my friend and I can see how much of your heart and soul you poured into this fic! love to see your comment

this fandom is full of so many talented writers and content creators so happy to be a part of it! ❤️

[dulcewrites]

Are you planning on putting the modern Aemond and Amara story on AO3 as well? 

I’m guessing you mean Aemond and myrah. If I ever write something substantial enough for sure. Most of the ideas I had were pretty short tbh and easier just to keep on here

[killawayfanboys]

Things I've decided for the "epilogue" of my HOTD fic: *Aka, 5-6 years after the main storyline*

The civil war between the Greens and the Blacks still happen, just this time Aemond is on the Blacks side. He's come to resent his mother, and her attempts to usurp the throne from Rheanrya piss him off. Both Rheanrya and Daemon took him and Lucian in as their own "children" or at least part of their immediate family. Plus they have no judgement about the relationship going on between the four boys, they just live with it. Aemond still hates his mother after what she had done to Lucian (slitting his throat, forcing him to forever lose his voice). So, when the civil war began he's quick to join in... And so is Luke.

By now the four have gotten married to one another and have had three children. The oldest his Aemond's biological son, Alexandrys, or his nickname Alex. The middle is Jace's biological daughter, Amara. And the last and youngest son, Theo was collectively adopted. The two biological children come from a decision made by the four, as Lucian can't physically bare children any longer due to his surgical procedures. The four of them decided that in order to have children they'll use surrogate maiden wives... Alex looks practically identical to Aemond. And Amara looks like a female version of Jace, just with green eyes instead of purple. Theo is an outlier with black hair and golden eyes. Regardless they all love their children.

During the early months of the civil war, Luke gets majorly injured in battle, which sends him home. Ironically Luke loses his right eye just like Aemond, although his wound is a little more gruesome, as the scar trails all the way down his cheek and across his lips as well. In the beginning stages of recovery, Luke's health declines rapidly and he become incredibly susceptible to sickness and infections. He constantly flips from being healthy to bed ridden with another major illness. Lucian always helps him recover whenever he's sick, but the whole thing puts a strain on the family.

Aemond is still gone, being gone for a little over a year, still fighting in the war. This also doesn't help the family. The constant worry about whether or not Aemond was alive causes an extreme amount of stress on the family. So much so that Jace slips into alcoholism and is distant from his family. He doesn't stick around the castle for very long, only really coming home to sleep drunk out of his mind, or for the occasional sober meal. But otherwise? Jace is negligent. Which causes Lucian and Jace to fight, constantly. As Lucian is overburdened with the responsibility of taking care of the three kids and a bed ridden Luke more often than not. Lucian ends up relying on Rheanrya and Daemon's support a lot to get by.

During the years the four have learned a type of sign language to communicate, a language called the Silent Voice. Lucian also learns to write, which facilitates a constant back and forth messaging between him and Aemond as the war goes on. Sending ravens as often as possible to one another...

One day Luke gets very sick and almost dies, which causes another huge fight between Lucian and Jace and Lucian ends up saying something he regrets. Jace storms off a stubborn man and disappears... For over a week. When he's finally found it turns out he had only meant to leave for the night and cool off, before returning the next day. However this particular night Vermax was acting specifically feral and ended up tossing Jace from his saddle before trying to catch him. Vermax's talons sink into Jace's arm, leaving it wounded beyond fixing. Daemon sets out to find him and when he does Jace is on the brink of death, kept only alive by Vermax's constant care. Jace survives, but his arm is amputated because of it. This event humbles Jace, and he stops drinking and starts being a proper father to his children and a husband to his lovers. Eventually he designs his own prosthetic and has it made for himself, replacing his entire arm. (I've added in a small character trait about Jace that he's actually really into designing clothing and fashion)

The beginning sections of the epilogue will be written as the back and forth messages between Aemond and Lucian as they send letters. As a way to ease the reader into the future before having Aemond come home.

When Aemond returns home, a lot has changed. Lucian's hair is extremely shorter and he's starts wearing glasses because his eyes are beginning to decline. Luke of course lost his eye, a wound Aemond actually hasn't seen yet, he's also taller, the tallest out of them all. His hair is longer and because of being under so much stress that year he also looks the oldest of them all, with a full beard and strands of his hair turning silver. And Jace of course, has lost an arm, something extremely surprising for Aemond because Lucian never wrote about it in his letters. Jace is also thinner, as recovering from such an injury took a lot out of him. His hair is also longer, now pulled back in a loose ponytail, and he also has deep burn scars across his neck from the situation with Vermax as well.

Aemond also looks a bit different as well, he trimmed his hair, now it only reaches his shoulders instead of his lower back. His skin is tanned from being out on the battlefields. On his hands, the tips of his fingers are tinted permanently bluish black because of the harsh North environment, constantly getting frostbite and healing from it. He also has a bunch of new scars along his body from fighting. And a lingering stiff leg because it had been repeatedly attacked during the war.

All in all though, the four of them are as healthy as they can be, each one recovering from their individual injuries. And they're just happy that Aemond is home, especially the kids who missed their father.

[thecambriaone]

current mw?

of course !

helaena targaryen, aemond targaryen, jacaerys velayron, harwin strong, laena velaryon, baela velaryon, sansa stark, robb stark, cregan stark, ned stark, catelyn stark/tully, tyrion lannister, daenerys targaryen, gendry (game of thrones/house of the dragon) armand, gabrielle de lioncourt, nicolas de lenfent (interview with the vampire/the vampire chronicles) maximus (fallout) stephanie brown, barbara gordon, tim drake, dick grayson, duke thomas, dinah lance, john constantine, rose wilson (dc) finn, rose tico, han solo, leia organa, cal kestis, greez dritus, leia organa, doc (star wars) martha jones, rose tyler, donna noble, rose noble, amy pond, rory williams, bill potts, clara oswald, yasmin khan, graham o’brien, ryan sinclair, kate lethbridge-stewart, jack harkness, rogue (doctor who) betty cooper, archie andrews, jughead jones, dilton doiley, sabrina spellman, cheryl blossom (archie comics/riverdale) rebekah mikaelson, kol mikaelson, freya mikaelson, amara, tatia, tom avery, stefan salvatore, finn mikaelson, bonnie bennett, josie saltzman, lizzie saltzman, landon kirby (the vampire diaries/the originals/legacies) kate bishop, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, tony stark, peter parker, bruce banner, pietro maximoff, lorna dane, erik lehnsherr, charles xavier (marvel) maeve millay, william grace/man in black, clementine pennyfeather, charlotte hale, bernard lowe, hector escaton, caleb nichols (westworld)

[scaly-freaks]

Oh my God, now you've got me wanting Aemond with amara no matter the consequences I love Aegon too but like damn he'd take such good care of her omg if you ever make even a tiny one-shot ill eat that shit up cause like they're adorable but also in the same aspect I don't even wanna imagine Aegon's reaction or actions towards that bcs they'd either be really worrying or just straight up sad

Aaahh maybe one day, a little oneshot, where Aegon isn't mentioned because then my heart will break :((

If it happened in the current timeline, and Aegon ends up in love with her, yeah it'd shatter him. He'd remove himself from the picture entirely and leave for the States and not speak to his family unless it's over the phone on holidays. He'd definitely know he can't be around them anymore and see her with Aemond, so he'd do the sadder, more responsible thing and just vanish from their lives :((( And that would destroy Amara because she'd blame herself for ruining the family like this, especially when Alicent is holding back tears at Christmas after she's spent the whole time on video call with Aegon begging him to move back to England.

[scaly-freaks]

Not you leaving us high and dry. Evil. Loved the aemond x amara, I feel bad for him tbh. And of course cannibee the icon.

Ahahahah...I thought we needed a bit of a breather ><

I suppose I do too. It wouldn't be easy to find out the girl you've been crushing on since you were a kid has the hots for your older brother who's always been at odds with you. But Aemond is made of very strong stuff (pun intended).

[scaly-freaks]

ok but aemond and amara???? that scene was so sweet 😻😻 and jaehaera mentioned 🗣🗣🗣

Ahaha yeah it really was! He was so sweet with her (he's not with people except for Hel and Amara). And YAAAYYYYY Jaehaera manifested, future baby girl is now being mentioned, watch out Mummy and Daddy (and get your shit together a little bit)

[scaly-freaks]

let aemond and amara kiss, daisyy!!! jk!! unless!!! jk fr amaegon 4ever i love them your honor.

I almost made them kiss in the latest chapter until I was like wait no she's about to go batshit over Aegon and this Aemond is too impactful not to make her forget about all that which would change the trajectory of the story *-*

[scaly-freaks]

The new chapter! Amazing, amazing and amazing. Aemond is breaking my heart he’s so CUTE! I need him and Amara together just to piss Aegon off but then I think about how heartbroken he’s going to be once Amara eventually goes to Aegon and I don’t want that so I’ll take what I have *sigh*

But honestly what a cutie

Yeah, I get very iffy about storylines where the love triangle is between two brothers and a love interest because I will always put sibling relationships over something like that (if me and mine wanted the same person, I'm not sacrificing them for the love interest who might not even work out).

But realistically, Amara would never even have gone for Aegon if not for the unique set of circumstances and messed up brain chemicals on the night that put her in his arms. She doesn't want to mess up the dynamic she has with the Targs, bc if she and Aegon don't work out, after having seen them take him back again and again, she knows who will have to phase themselves out of the group (her). For the same reason, I think she'd never even consider being with Aemond because of the guilt over feeling attraction to the brother he's always at war with.

[scaly-freaks]

i love the idea of aemond chasing fake amara into her room and chasing real amara out of her room lmao

your fic is actually the best. i'm so invested !!!

That man's mind is all over the place (I'd feel sorry for him but he's scary and my girl is small and terrified so I'll save it!) Thank youuuuuu <3333

[scaly-freaks]

“You would have been better off marrying her to Tyland and using the Dornish pull to match Daeron to Aliandra Martell. He is twenty, and she is nineteen. Easily controlled with the right guiding hand.”

Aegon lets out a scoff of laughter. “And that hand would be you, grandsire? Must you always have your fingers buried in some scheme?”

Otto’s eye twitches. No one else is left in the small council chamber. Aegon does not know why his grandfather decided to stay behind if he had nothing worthwhile to say. Perhaps a final attempt to cease at control. The man cannot function without it.

“Scheming…” Otto lifts up a goblet of wine and drinks with such gusto, Aegon is almost impressed. “…is what got you your throne. And scheming is what will get you off it if you lose your wits over a fucking woman.”

He slams the cup onto the table and gets to his feet. Aegon continues to fiddle with the ball, refusing to look up at Otto.

“A woman without family, without breeding, without the fear of having her relatives executed were she to abuse her new power. A woman with enough wits to bewitch a king and make herself queen. You have brought a fox into the hencoop.”

“She has family. She has me. And she has Jaehaera. She is loyal to us.” Aegon digs his thumb under the wood of the table so hard, his skin bleaches of colour.

Otto sneers. “Is that what you think?”

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[scaly-freaks]

He stops when he sees Aemond turn the corner. Even in her haste, Amara notices the warmth in Aegon’s eyes freeze over. They cut from her to his brother, and the cloak that won’t stay closed around her while she’s running. She forgot about the dress and its translucence.

And then he notices the scratches on his brother. They cannot be misconstrued for anything but sexual.

Aegon lunges for Blackfyre sitting sheathed on the table.

By the time she skids to Aegon, the ancestral sword is aimed straight at the prince, Valyrian steel winking in the torchlight. Aemond slows, barely out of breath, and stops a hair’s breadth from the tip of the blade. The pupil in his good eye is a black dot swimming in indigo. He flings out his arms and twirls a hand in his best imitation of a jester’s bow.

“Brother.”

He’s acting like Aegon. Amara almost laughs at the sight despite her revulsion. She has never seen Aemond so much as smile properly. It brightens up his face, almost makes him look like a real person. Usually, he reminds her of a malevolent spirit doing its best impression of what a man might act like.

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