#aemond targaryen crack fic

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

I know you said you’d cry if someone requested it, but - like…

Would you write a short thing about Aemond cleaning his asshole? It’s definitely what the entire fandom needs, lol, and you would do it so well!

Here you go, my boobear. Thank you for waiting so patiently.

Cleanliness is Next to Godliness

Pairing: Aemond and the privy, I guess? Warnings: This is a crack fic. The request is all the warning you need. Word count: ~1k

Author's note: This is written as a joke between a mutual and I. If you're easily offended I implore you to employ the liberal use of "don't like, don't read". Community labels are for cops.

Aemond strives for perfection in all things. Growing up, he is teased mercilessly by his brother Aegon and his nephews, Jace and Luke. They perceive him as weak and pathetic, a Targaryen without a dragon. Truthfully, a more shameful existence does not exist for those of Valyrian ancestry; born with the blood to ride a dragon, yet unable to claim one.

When Aemond becomes the rider of Vhagar, the greatest dragon in all of Westeros, he makes a point to ensure it is an accolade he is worthy of. He studies history and philosophy to keep his mind sharp, trains with the sword to mold himself into a fearsome warrior and works hard to ensure he is viewed as nothing less than perfect.

This extends as far as his habits in the privy.

“What do you mean you don’t shit? Everyone does! I do it all the time!” Aegon says with heated exasperation.

“Not me,” Aemond says simply. “I am above such things. That is concentrated evil that comes out of the back of you.”

Maintaining a flawless facade requires diligence and discipline. Through trial and error, Aemond has managed to uphold his stoic reputation as a man with no taste for depravity for almost a decade. 

There is a minor hiccup on his thirteenth name day when Aegon takes him to a pleasure house on the Street of Silk. The nerves that flutter in his stomach cause him to depart before he engages with any of the women that have been offered to him—not before he leaves a dirty protest on the floor, however, an offense for which Aegon takes the blame. His brother has to pay a fine of a golden dragon for the cleaning costs.

When Aegon questions him about it, Aemond simply shrugs and says, “I am above such things.”

Aemond awakens each morning in the space between the hour of the bat and the rooster, when the Keep is still quiet. As requested, the servants have left him a basin of water and a cloth, as they do every day. They know better than to ask why. Aemond carries it with great care to the privy and sets it on the floor, seating himself on the privy to move his bowels.

As he sits and strains, he ponders on the last time his Uncle Daemon had visited King’s Landing. He’d spent an age using the facilities, coming out afterwards with a smile that was almost proud upon his face, clapping Ser Criston Cole upon the shoulder and announcing, “I’d give that a moment if I were you, Ser Crispin. I’ve made quite the stench.”

He wishes he could shit so brazenly; Daemon is an accomplished soldier, an infamous dragon rider and shameless in his privy habits. Aemond both envies and admires him, but he is too deep into his ruse of not having normal bodily functions to backtrack now. Later that afternoon, Daemon had sliced Vaemond Velaryon’s head in half. Aemond is unsure of which act he is more impressed by; the thought of both makes his cock stir in a manner which disturbs and excites him.

Having had full elimination, Aemond sets about ensuring he is perfectly clean, removing all traces of his defecation from his person using the basin of water and cloth that he has brought in with him.

It is a task that is tricky to manage with just one eye. Over the years, there have been incidents where he has accidently daubed the wall with feces, to be later discovered by furious maidservants who have the unfortunate task of cleaning it off. Thankfully, his mother automatically places the blame on Aegon and he goes free without suspicion or a scolding.

He is better practiced now, however, and leaves no trace of his misgivings behind. Cleanliness is next to godliness, his mother once told him; he sends up a prayer to each of the Seven as he dabs at his soiled ring of muscle. It passes the time and helps occupy his mind from the humiliation of what he is having to endure.

On this particular morning, Aegon throws open the privy door as Aemond squats over the basin of water, his eyes going wide first with shock then delight as he takes in the sight before him.

Aemond freezes, mortification shooting hotly through his body from head to toe. Aegon reeks of wine; he must have decided to stumble back to the Keep, instead of sleeping it off in the bed of whichever whore he’d taken for the evening.

“I knew it!” Aegon slurs with a grin. “That is concentrated evil coming out the back of you! Just wait until Jace and Luke hear about this!”

He staggers away, his laugh maniacal as Aemond shakes with rage and embarrassment, hurriedly pulling his breeches back up.

Aegon says nothing further on the matter as the days pass, and Aemond assumes he must have been too far into his cups to remember. He breathes a sigh of relief. His reputation remains untarnished.

That is, until he flies to Storm’s End to take one of Lord Borros Baratheon’s daughters as his wife. 

Luke arrives as they are getting acquainted, and Aemond wastes no time in ensuring he feels unwelcome. “Look at this sad creature, my Lord,” he says smugly. “Little Lucerys Strong. You are wet, bastard. Is it raining, or did you piss yourself in fear?”

Luke smirks and quips back. “Was your coat tarnished brown when you put it on, or did it get in the way while you washed your arse in the privy?”

Aemond flies into a rage. It is that day that Luke and his dragon, Arrax, meet their end at the jaws of Vhagar. To anyone that asks, it is a terrible accident, but Aemond knows the truth. So does Aegon. But his brother never says a word. And so, the One-Eyed Prince keeps his brown eye clean in private, and the matter is never spoken of again. 

The battle between factions of House Targaryen indeed began over a throne, but not one made of swords as the history books would have people believe.

[bitterseaproduction]

Black-Green Kid Dynamics

Aegon & Aemond: Sitcom duo where one of them is SO much more competent and just done with everything, and the other is simultaneously dead inside AND the life of the party.

Aegon & Helaena: They are horrible together, but boy is it hilariously awkward third-wheeling them. Watch how many expressions Aegon can make in .5 seconds when Helaena says anything.

Aemond & Helaena: Just that Gordon Ramsey "Oh dear, oh dear, gorgeous" meme. (Aegon is the donkey.)

Aegon & Jace: They make each other worse. I love it.

Aegon & Luke: They make each other worse. THEY love it.

Jace & Luke: Little boy balancing out his rougher, protective big bro.

Baela & Rhaena: Little sis balancing out her rougher, protective big sis.

Jace & Baela: Iconic Power Couple.

Jace & Rhaena: Iconic Amicable In-Laws.

Jace & Helaena: Iconic Precious Cinnamon Rolls.

Aegon & Baela: Someone get the popcorn, the girls are fighting.

Aegon & Rhaena: Even HE feels awkward being an asshole to that sweetheart.

Luke & Rhaena: Wholesome babes looking out for one another.

Luke & Baela: Baela over here doing the 'I've only had Luke for a day and a half-' bit from B99.

Aemond & Rhaena: OOF, watch out, guys, the girls are gonna fight. (Again.)

Aemond & Baela: Okay, seriously, they are GOING to fight. Somebody break them up.

Aemond & Jace: Who let them in the same room together? This will NOT end well, please!

Helaena & Baela: Have basically three words to say to each other, but will mutually lay down their lives for one another.

Helaena & Rhaena: These two deserve the best and thus each other. The BFF+ potential is through the roof.

Helaena & Luke: Not quite BFF material but again, two good souls sitting in a room, clearing my complexion with their sweetness. No supervision required.

Aemond & Luke: *maniacal laughing slowly devolving into ugly sobs*

[targaryendestiel]

Based on yesterday’s (sept 3) AO3 outtage I wrote a crack fic about how HOTD characters would react to AO3 going down.

I’ve never written HOTD before… is anyone interested in reading this?

[an-abyss-of-stars]

Idk how, idk where, but I'll create a whole new fic if it means I can put Rhaena in a shimmering water-like sheer dress!!!

JUST LIKEE... SHE'D LOOK SO GOOD IN SOMETHING LIKE THIS, ESPECIALLY THE 1st ONE!! LIKE I'm blinded by the beauty of the first ONEEEE

Like there's certainly modern au potential, and maybe I'll squeeze it in somehow 🤔🤔

BUT ALSO, I have the vaguest idea for a dark au where Aemond has won the Dance, everyone else is dead, but he's specifically spared Rhaena to be his Valyrian Queen (like a real Henry VI situation where he needs to marry Elizabeth of York because he needs legitimatize his own claim as well as sure up his line with the blood/relations to the last dynasty blah blah). BUT OF COURSE, this is less of a chore for him, because he absolutely WANTS to marry her, but he's still the guy who helped kill her entire family, so she absolutely hates him with the hot intensity of a thousand suns 😂😂

I imagine for his faction of fucked up Lords and Knights who rallied for him, he keeps Rhaena safely locked away in a tower or special chambers 🤔🤔

This wedding is being forced upon her, it's her safest option, but she's still marrying a mad man who lusts for her, AND THIS SHEER VELVETY IRIDESCENT DRESS IS THE WEDDING DRESS 😳😳

Please that's all I have for this 🤣🤣

[r0ugesun]

OHMYGOD??? YES OFC ILL WRITE THIS ANON

Both of my husbands wtfff that is so interesting when an unstoppable force and unmovable object collide 😫

[anothersarcasticdolphin]

Daemon: So, dear nephew. We ought to have a _chat_, don't you think? *Drags Aemond off to _educate_ him*

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Aemond: *Holds up Blackfyre and the Aegon the Conqueror's crown* Sister. Majesty. I bring terrible tidings.

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Alicent: What do you mean you've found the king but lost Aemond? Should I expect you to lose my daughter next?

Criston Cole: *Looks dejected and mutters* I mean the whole city heard Vhagar leave ...

[theothermaidoftarth]

Got a little something coming for these two

[its-actually-minicika]

Head canons for Dad hw Aemond? lolololol

Headcanons for THW!Dad!Aemond

Pairing: Aemond x Reader;

Warnings: none, this is rare Harshest Winters fluff 🤍

Word Count: 6.9k;

Author's Note: Nothing else to add here

A list of headcanons on how Aemond treats his children - both his legitimate heirs with you, and his son with Alys Rivers.

He's literally scary.

🤡🤡🤡

GIRL YOU THOUGHT

[jacemond-addict]

Seduction Failed.💀🙃

Aemond Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon

Modern Crack au

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Jace sends Aemond a text. Unbeknownst , Jace send it to the family groupchat that his grandfather insisted to make once he figured out how to work a phone; He wanted his family to bond and be closer.There was no doubt that his son and his grandson are very close.

[Jace] I want you to bend me over this table and fuck me uncle Aemond.

Jace is just glad he forgo the emojis .

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“You should sext more.”

That’s the first thing that comes out of Jace boyfriend mouth when he opens the door. Nobody was around, he had a empty house and thought, why not invite his boyfriend that no one knows about over.

And of course his man, rather talk about their sexual activities than to exclaim his love and misery he had to deal with their time apart. Jace manages to not roll his eyes . But not his sarcasm.

“Hello to you too ,uncle. And I’m doing fine ,thank you for asking.”Jace gives him a big sarcastic smile before dropping it.

“Don’t be a brat.” Aemond slams the door shut and slaps Jace butt when he turns around. His nephew yelps.Jace leads Aemond up the stairs to his bedroom. Just in case Jace parents decide to come home early. They have learned their lessons from before.

Aemond learned to put on jeans quickly in less than 30 seconds.

Explaining how their dating each other was to complicated so they kept it on the low from everyone since they were related which is wrong in so many ways. Aemond and Jace didn’t mind the secrecy and the sneaking around.They were way past from feeling guilty.

“I think you sext enough for the two of us.”Jace throws Aemond a clean hoodie to change into. And watched openly as Aemond slips off his clothes.

“I think I don’t .” Aemond grins, swiftly taking off his hoodie revealing he wore nothing underneath. It’s a routine they’ve gotten into. Jace borrows Aemond’s hoodies, and when they no longer smell like him, Aemond brings another one and swaps it . He likes how he smells.

Jace isn’t ashamed , Aemond has a weird habit of smelling his hair. He thinks it’s because the hair cream for his curls.

“I sent you dirty stuff. That should be enough.” Jace says defensively. It was an obvious lie. He only sent a shirtless pic once because he was feeling frisky.

Jace didn’t need to voice out his needs. Aemond was always down to do whatever. And whatever Aemond was into Jace likes it.

Whenever Jace was in the mood to have sex all he had to do was wait for an opportunity and text Aemond to ‘come over’ as simple as that.

“Last time I sent you a dick pic you answered me with a picture of your alphabet soup .”Aemond deadpans and throws him his hoodie to Jace. Who didn’t catch it. Hitting him straight in the face.

“Hey! It took me ages to spell out your name.”Jace yelps. It was a hard task when he has a full house and no privacy. Again how does he explain to his mother why he’s spelling his uncle name.

“Then I texted you ‘I want to eat you out.’”Aemond drop himself in the bed and continued with his arms crossed behind his head,not bothering to put the clean hoodie on, “And you answered with a thumbs up emoji.”He said with mock disapproval and flexes his muscles.

Jokes on him Jace was already staring.

“I was taking care of Viseyna . Dirty thoughts are not allowed when I’m with my siblings.”Jace changes into the warm hoodie . He sniffs it before smacking Aemond on the chest.

“I have dirty thoughts when I’m with mine.”Aemond grabs his wrist quickly and cringes at himself when Jace gives him a scandalous look..

“I mean … you fuck your nephew wouldn’t be a surprise if you —-“Jace teases, pretending to look startled and weirded out , he tries so hard to hold in his laugh. But fails miserably when Aemond pulls him down with the hand that was locked on his wrist.

“I meant that I’m always thinking about you and fucking you in no particular order.” Aemond clarifies , flips them over, dropping his weight on Jace to stop him from laughing .

It knocks the wind out of Jace. Aemond grins evilly.

“ That’s the most romantic thing anybody said to me.”Jace said breathless, Aemond is heavier than what he looks , Jace pecks his lip “Unless you count that time my ex—“Fully knowing Aemond was going to get jealous.

“How about I shut you up just the way you like.”Aemond growls not even budging to lift his weight now.He moves his knee inside Jace legs to lift it over his hip.

Jace lifted his wrist to check his imaginary watch, “We got half an hour.”Aemond shakes his head, fondly Jace hopes , and leans down to kiss him with a tight grip on his thigh. Jace is just glad his parents aren’t home because the sounds weren’t particularly quiet.

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Jace ponders on what Aemond had said. Jace in no means insecure or worried that Aemond would look for someone else. He’s not narcissistic but Jace is a handsome guy. He was a perfect catch. So perfect even his uncle wanted him.

Sure maybe he wasn’t fluent in sexting and dirty talk but Aemond is still attracted to him at whatever attempts Jace does that he likes to call seduction.Aemond would pop a boner even when Jace speak broken High Valyrian.

But maybe Jace should do something spontaneous. A reward for Aemond. Like send him the most raunchiest message, maybe dress up in lingerie; he thinks that Aemond would be into that if by some of the things that slipped out in said moments, or just send him a nude like completely naked in a sexy pose.

And wow Aemond was right about having a dirty mind.

Because Jace is literally thinking of how to get his boyfriend a boner while surrounded with his family members just to prove him wrong. He bets his step-grandmother would throw such a fit. There was no doubt that Aemond is her favorite child. He can’t blame her ,he is Jace favorite uncle. She would blame Jace for making her perfect Aemond sin.

Jace remembers when Aemond snitched to his mother about their accidental first kiss. Alicent went all hysterical on Rhaenyra just because Jace ‘stole’ her sons first kiss and it was not right. Aemond was 13 and Jace 10. She was overreacting.

Aemond later on stole his virginity. Jace thinks it’s even now.

Before their once a week dinners, Viserys sends a text that usually consisted of how he couldn’t wait to see them all, the time of the ‘lovely event’, and so on , in the groupchat that Jace slightly regrets making it .

He got so much shit for it. His uncles, aunt, cousins, brother and Daemon blocked him for a week. He had to remind Aemond he couldn’t block him unless he didn’t wanted his dick sucked.

The asshole had him blocked for two days.

It’s kinda funny how his grandpa thought a group chat would make them closer. Not even these weekly dinners where they all sat down and force to interact with one and another manage to do it.

His grandpa gets points for the effort.

Jace and Aemond shared secret glances throughout dinner. Deliberately kept dropping utensil’s to meet under the table and swap a few kisses—almost like their own mistletoe —and a few gropes here and there and stopped after the third time to not make it seem suspicious there was so many times one can be clumsily.

At least for Aemond.

It was Jace third time, his fifth actually, asking his uncle to pass the salt politely , sure his food was a tad bit salty but overall he get to touch Aemond fingers, with every swipe Aemond gave him a cheeky smile.

He had to stop when Alicent commented about the suspicious amount of salt he consumed the past 15 minutes.

Jace took the lecture because he really couldn’t say,’oh no I’m actually purposely adding salt to my already salty food because I want your son to touch me!’ So he smiled politely and kicked Aemond when he heard his uncle snicker.

After dinner and dessert were served, Grandfather asked every single one of them questions which nobody wanted to answer or hear.Except his stepfather. If there was one thing Daemons loves the most it was the attention of his brother and wife.

Jace lets out a sigh softly. Sharp ears picked it up and then a boot kicked his shin a tad to hard. Jace mouths ‘Ow’ to him, Aemond the dick didn’t even look apologetic. Viserys is talking about —what Aegon likes to call it- his finished lego set, Aemond didn’t even bother pretending to look enthusiastic about his dad favorite hobby .Aemond rather stare at his nephew who was pouting over his hurt shin.

Jace moves a a few curls behind his ear, giving Aemond a clear view of his pearl stud earring , he smirks when Aemond eyes narrow in the direction of his right ear. A birthday gift that came along with a promised to give him a matching necklace to go with the ear piece.

Jace thinks Aemond has a thing for him in pearls. Not sure why but it gets his attention on him so Jace will use that to his advantage.

Viserys is ushering them all to show them his finished set of Old Valyria , Alicent by his side throwing glares at Aegon, Heleana is forced by her mother to pull her brother out of his chair, Daemon and Rhaenyra have one hand on Luke and Joffrey shoulders laughing at Luke’s joke . Jace walks slowly after them waiting for Aemond.

As expected he feels someone pull him back and pins him to the wall. Aemond cages him in making it hard for Jace to make an attempt of escaping. Which he wasn’t thinking of. He grabs Aemond’s hip and pulls him impossibly closer.

“You were driving me crazy.”

“I was literally sitting and doing nothing.” Jace cocks his head to the side innocently making Aemond scoffs.

“Constantly staring at me, asking for the damn salt just so I could touch you and your foot pressed against my cock,” Aemond rested his forehead against Jace and pressed their groins closer, “which honestly I don’t know how you reached with your short legs.”

“You were literally in my eyesight, the food was tasteless it’s not my fault you have long fingers, and I was just stretching my legs. My legs are not short .” Jace adds the last part with a pinch to Aemond’s ribs. That comment was not appreciated.

“And the pearls…”Aemond places a wet kiss next to his ear. Then to the pearl. Then blows on the wet spot making Jace shiver. And okay Jace had to step up his game.

Jace was ready to shove his hand in Aemonds underwear when—

“Aemond, Jace, Come now we’re all waiting for you two.” Viserys yells excitedly like a kid.

They both groan at being interrupted.

“I want to see my grandfather lego set.”Jace huffs still a bit bothered about his short legs comment. Aemond face shows he’s debating on moving or to just keep him pinned to the wall.

He goes with the former. Not wanting to risk someone seeing them. They fix their pants .Aemond moves away letting Jace walk ahead but not before pulling him for a quick hard kiss. It doesn’t help their problem.

The ‘lego set’ wasn’t the only thing Viserys wanted to show them. It was a table that lit up and showed the map of ancient lands or something ,he’s not sure Jace couldn’t concentrate when Aemond was staring at him with that heated look.

All Jace knew the table looks awesome when Daemon helped Viserys to turn it on and turned off the lights. It had no seats. So they all stood around the table just appreciating it , the adults were talking about something of ……again Jace is not sure because Aemond eye flicker to the dammed table and back at him.

And Jace thought this might be a good time to prove Aemond wrong. Sure the timing was off since their family was here but also the right time since he can tell Aemond is probably making up scenarios in his head with the magical table. The room is pitched black except the table . Jace gets his phone out and starts typing … then deletes it ….then typing again….Jace wasn’t sure what to say.

He turns off his phone.

Then ON. OFF. ON. OFF.

Fuck it .He’s going to do it .What could go wrong Aemond could make fun of him or Aemond could literally do what he’s asking for.

He types with quick fingers , debates on adding some emojis to show his enthusiasm ,but goes for something chill.

Jace smiles at Aemond, who moves his head to the side , motioning to follow him, probably to make out in his room while everyone is distracted. Jace nods.

Then there’s the sound ‘ping’ that came from a text. Weirdly it goes off multiple times. One by one . Except for Jaces phone. Aemond pauses and takes out his phone, the screen lights Aemond face showing clearly his horrified look.

And Jace thinks ‘ wow he’s not letting his uncle near his ass anymore’ and feels a tad hurt when Aemond looks at him and mouths ‘delete it’. Jace has to squint his eyes to lip read correctly. The rooms looks less dark with everyone’s phones are out.

Jace was more than a tad bit hurt. He’s about to get his phone out when his step-grandmother suddenly turns on the light making them all wince. Jace notice how everyone was staring at him minus Joffrey .

With their phone in hand. Aegon is on the floor laughing his ass off while screen-shoting .Daemon looks 5 seconds away from murdering Aemond. Rhaenyra is holding back Daemon. Luke looks grossed out . Alicent is horrified. Heleana is embarrassed for her brother and nephew . Viserys looks like he’s getting war flashbacks.

Aemond actually looks scared and moves away to put space between him and Daemon.

Jace peers down at his phone. Shuts it off and puts it away. Bow his head and prays for the ground to open up and swallow him. When nothing came Jace thinks he might die just by the embarrassment.

[Jace] I want you to bend me over this table and fuck me uncle Aemond.

Jace is just glad he forgo the emojis .

“So…What are we doing for Christmas?” Jace plays it off and hopes they would suddenly get amnesia , leaning on the table with a hand on his hip and gives them his good boy smile. Maybe it wasn’t a good move to get near the table when Aegon just laughs harder.

Aemond pinches the bridge of his nose. Looking not that impress.

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Here’s a happy crack moodboard . Shoutout to @traylee24 that got me thinking of Aemond fucking Jace on the beautiful table but I can’t write even less smut so I poorly wrote the idea of Aemond and Jace wanting to fuck on it in Modern au.

Also y’all will see that I will begin to add Jace wearing anything that has pearls because of the fic ‘of my own making’ got me obsess with Jace in pearls.

Our poor boy Jace is going to pretend he never sent that text forever. Aegon prints and frames the screen shot , one is placed out visible whenever Jace comes and the other is sitting on Aemond bedside table . Aemond is banned to breath the same air Jace is breathing , stated by Daemon and Rhaenyra .

[starrynightmuse]

You Owe Me a Debt [Aemond Targaryen] Masterlist

Author's Note: This is definitely not a parody. You should take everything in this fanfic 100% seriously. This story is true to canon. It really happened. Trust me, I was there.

Story Summary: As the second son of King Visery's second wife, Aemond Targaryen is given only a small allowance. The measly funds were nowhere near enough to pay for the prince's daily necessities, such as his 16-step Olaplex haircare routine. The young prince is secretly forced to live on credit and he must count every last cent he spends. One day, someone steals his money, leaving Aemond penniless and angry. Will he be able to get his money back or will his broke ass be humiliated in front of court for not being able to pay his Klarnax installments for his sapphire?

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Visenya Targaryen (Rhaenyra's Daughter) but ironically.

Rating: PG 13

Warnings: This fic includes profanity, Aegon being Aegon, mentions of mommy issues, communism, and someone accidentally breaking a full-sized glass bottle of hair serum on the floor.

It should be warned that my sense of humor is atrocious too.

I am also on wattpad as carnivorousladybug.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Family Gathering

Chapter 2: Finding Aegon

Chapter 3: Two Dragons in King's Landing

Chapter 4: The Drag Queen Vhagar

Chapter 5: Coming Soon

[irenadel]

I’m writing freaky dragon dream sex featuring Daenerys X Aemond with hints of Helaemond and Alysmond. Because, and I cannot stress this enough, I am sick in the head.

Is anybody interested in this madness?

[goddessofroyalty]

So in bfb lucerys and aemond don't sleep outside of heat till he returns from war and luke is surprised by that do they ever talk about it? Does luke think he's attracted to him or aemond is still just doing his duty? Luke is over all way too meek when it comes to his interactions to aemond, I loved it when in the chapter he put aemond in his place before taking laenor to his first flight

Luke definitively tries to talk to Aemond about it once the dust settles from the battle and life starts to return to what has become their normal. But I don't know if Aemond really takes part in the conversation because I don't know if he's ready at that point to actually acknowledge even himself his feelings.

Their relationship in the fic develops in kind of a series of catalyst moments of them going from "this is purely duty" to contentment. And that moment is definitively one of those moments but it is not the final. Viserys is still alive so the succession matter is far from settled and that definitively loomed in a very unhelpful way over their relationship in those days. They've only had one kid and Aemond is struggling a bit in that he's coming to realise how useless he is in the relationship (winning the battle is his "aha! I have something I can do here!" moment that turns into his... conquering habits). He's still working through the fact that actually he's attracted to Luke (the bastard who took his eye who is proving more competent than a lot of alpha lords Aemond's met and who is easily raising their child as Targaryen).

Yeah, it is one of the Known Problems with how I've written that fic - it being scenes jumping all over the chronology (and often moments of intensity) and not a consistent follow-through plot (maybe one point I'll write the scene where he made Aemond beg for him to allow Helaena and the kids to stay with them despite Luke having already come to the same conclusion and maybe one point I'll write the actual domestic easiness). And also a lot of the moments being within the family where a) Aemond can get away with a bit more b) Aemond's actual thoughts/temperament are a bit more well known by the other POV characters (to use the scene from the latest chapter where he was glaring at the Lord Luke was dealing with - from the Lord's POV that looked 100% like Big Scary Alpha Targ Backing Up His Mate And Lord While Said Lord Leads The Negotiations - Aemond is basically reduced to Luke's Personal Knight something that socially makes sense for a Lord (especially an omega Lord) to have when out in the open. Daemon is doing the exact same thing with Rhaenyra.).

But it's also because I don't think Luke bothers to argue down Aemond much and that's where he shows his power because he doesn't need to he's the one ultimately in charge. If Aemond makes a good point then sure Luke will take it on board but all decisions are ultimately his not Aemonds. Aemond has to convince him not the other way around. Aemond is seen as an extension of Luke and Luke's authority not the other way around.

Plus there's a level of intersocial power of Luke having all this power to make Aemond's (and Helaena's and the kids) lives hell but, unlike what would have happened if that power dynamic was reversed, he doesn't past what the situation actually demands.

[onthesandsofdreams]

No, Vhagar [2/?]

Fandom: House of the Dragon Characters: Aemond, Vhagar & Ser Criston Cole  Rating: T Summary: A training lesson goes wrong. Or right. Depends on who you ask. Words: 306 Notes: For @littlefeatherr​ & @mousedetective​

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Vhagar's second, slightly concerning incident happened not long after the boat.

Aemond is training, his mother and grandfather have made it clear that he ought to be a better swordsman than his uncle. And he had made it a personal challenge to be better than Aegon... not that is a hard thing to beat. Aegon is lazy and coddled, and he does want to be better than his uncle and Ser Cole.

Anyway, back to Vhagar.

Ser Cole comes with the idea of training on the riverbank. Something about the mud making it harder to move about. But Ser Cole does something out of the ordinary, he allows some others nameless knights to come and watch as he trains him. Aemond arrives in Vhagar, why use a horse, when you have the greatest dragon of the whole family?

Well.

Vhagar lays not far away from where Ser Cole has set for training area, watching, occasionally roaring and grumbling. Aemond is comforted at her indignation. Or what he assumes it's her indignation.

And all is well until Ser Cole decides that he should learn how to fight three assailants at once. Ser Cole gives the order and three - very foolish - knights charge towards him. And Aemond does not have the time to react, before Vhagar lets out a mighty roar and...

Aemond grimaces as three burning men scream before dying a very, very painful death. He grimaces at the scent of burnt flesh, and has even less time to reach before Vhagar devours the now dead men.

Ser Cole is pale and shaking, so are the rest of the knights who were smart enough not to volunteer.  "Ah. Perhaps," Ser Cole gulps. "It is enough training for today. Dismissed."

The other knights flee.

Aemond sighs, goes to Vhagar, pats her on the nose and says, "No, Vhagar"

[1800-fight-me]

Devout Worshiper

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Rating: E (EXPLICIT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Warnings: Explicit sex! This is literally pure smut.

Word count: About 3.3k

Synopsis: The Prince Regent expresses his carnal desire and devotion to you atop the Iron Throne.

Author’s note: We were robbed! I can't believe they never showed us Aemond sitting on the Iron Throne or wearing a crown! So anyway I tried to fix it with this fic- please accept my humble offering.

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It was long after the moon rose and the knocking on your chamber door was loud and insistent. It made you nervous, and as you opened the door your confusion only grew. 

A kingsguard stood in your doorway. 

“My lady, the Prince Regent requests your presence in the throne room.” He said sternly, making it clear it was more of a demand than a request. 

Prince Regent? 

Trepidation filled you, but you only nodded demurely and followed his lead. 

You flinched as thunder cracked loud enough to hurt your ears. Flashes of lightning lit your way through the halls of the Red Keep as rain poured. 

The kingsguard opened the door to the throne room and gestured for you to enter. He did not follow you, only closed the door behind you, sealing you in. 

Lightning flashed again and you saw the Prince Regent where he lounged on the iron throne. His long silver hair practically shimmered in the low light, his legs were spread, and his gaze was heart stoppingly intimidating. 

Your heart skipped a beat, but for a completely different reason. 

“Aemond,” you breathed out, walking forward again so eagerly you nearly tripped over your own feet. 

You heard that he and Vhagar had returned to King’s Landing after the battle, but hadn't seen him yet. He looked good, completely himself, not a scratch on him and not a hair out of place. You were so relieved. 

He murmured your name too, strong unidentified 

emotion behind the syllables. 

As you beheld your childhood best friend, he looked the same, but something about him was completely changed. Perhaps it had something to do with the conqueror’s crown that rested upon his brow. 

You stopped walking as you reached the bottom of the stairs of the throne. 

“What-“

”Aegon was grievously harmed in the battle, I have been named Prince Regent while he heals,” he explained. 

You nodded, you had heard the King was hurt. 

“And you, are you alright?” 

He smiled crookedly and nodded. 

You stared up at him, for the first time in your life uncertain about what to say to your childhood companion. The circumstances of this conversation were far different than any other time you spoke to him. 

He beckoned you forward, and feeling jittery you 

tentatively made your way up the steps of the iron throne. 

As you reached him, relief overcame you and you laid your hand on his cheek. 

“I’m so glad you’ve returned unharmed. I was so worried for you. I don’t know what I would do if-“ 

He shushed you gently as he placed a large hand on your waist and pulled you closer to him, leading you to stand between his spread legs. 

You knew that none of this was proper. 

“I am here,” he murmured and nuzzled his face into your hand. 

Your heart thumped harder as you tried to pull your hand away, but he intertwined his fingers with yours and prevented you, instead running his nose gently across your skin, invoking goosebumps. 

He took a deep breath as his nose reached your wrist and let out a soft groan. 

Your knees threatened to buckle. 

You should pull away. Walk away. This was wrong, wrong, wrong. You were betrothed to another man. He was betrothed to a woman who was not you. 

“I thought of nothing but your scent throughout the battle, of returning home to you and smelling you once more,” he said, his voice low and deep, before he pressed his lips to your wrist. 

“Aemond,” you protested weakly. 

“Claiming you as mine,” he continued, trailing his lips further up your arm, pushing away the fabric in search of your skin. 

“It is a sin,” you protested. 

About a year ago Queen Alicent caught you and Aemond in a passionate kiss, it was not the first kiss between the two of you, and reprimanded you both sharply. Reminded you both that your maidenhood must remain intact and that developing feelings for one another was folly as it was highly likely you would both be betrothed to others. 

Her words were sharp and you took them to heart. You did your best to squash your feelings for Aemond and treat him only as a friend. 

But feelings that strong don’t merely disappear… and it seemed Aemond’s desire for you remained as fiery as ever. 

“Nothing between you and I could ever be a sin. We were made for each other,” he said urgently, his lips now reaching the skin revealed by your collar as he pulled you even closer. 

Your breath hitched in your throat. 

“We are betrothed to marry others,” you said even as you whined at the feel of his lips against your throat. 

“Fuck that,” he said as he bit down on the most sensitive part of your neck. 

Your grip on his shoulder tightened even as you plunged your other hand in his hair at the back of his head and held him closer, tighter, never wanting to be apart from him again. 

He chuckled darkly and licked up your throat to your jaw. 

“Aemond,” you panted and he pulled back enough to look you in the eye, one hand slipping to caress the side of your face. 

“You are mine,” he growled. 

You whimpered. 

“Say it,” he ordered. 

“I’m yours,” you breathed out. 

You stared into his violet gaze, overwhelmed by the emotion you beheld. 

“And I am yours,” he said. 

“And you are mine,” you repeated. 

You weren’t sure who moved first, but his lips crashed into yours, and it was like coming up for air. You couldn’t breathe without him, hadn’t been able to breathe properly in a year, and now in his arms with his lips covering yours, your breaths came properly.

He pulled back all too soon, and said, “We will say our vows again on the morrow in the sept. I am Prince Regent now, I sit upon the Iron Throne, no one can deny us. You will be mine for the rest of our lives.” 

The crack in your heart that has festered over the last year healed over instantly and you scrambled upon his lap as you kissed him once more. 

As your tongue tangled with his and you both gripped one another tighter, as he held you closer than you’d ever been held. 

‘Finally, finally, finally’ your heart and soul sang. He let out a cocky chuckle and you realized you’d said the words out loud. 

He pulled your legs apart, spreading them as you settled more comfortably on his lap, your dress no longer a barrier between the two of you as his tongue flicked against yours. 

Heat ran up your spine as the taste of him filled your mouth, as your blood pounded through your veins, as he somehow managed to pull you even closer- practically crushing you against him. 

His hand ran up from your waist, his palm enveloping and gently squeezing your breast, and an erotic moan escaped from your lips, spilling into his mouth. 

He pulled your mouth closer, tangling his tongue with yours as he moaned back. His fingers began to tug at the laces of your bodice, and you pulled back with a small gasp. 

“Aemond,” you whispered in concern, looking back to make sure you were well and truly alone. 

“I ordered them to leave us be and guard the doors. No one will interrupt us,” he reassured as he tugged again at the tie covering your heaving bosom. 

Your breasts spilled from your dress as you stared into his eye. You reached around his head and unbuckled the eyepatch, letting it fall to the side, rendering him bare too as the sapphire eye glittered- a reflection of the flashing lightning. 

His gaze dropped to your chest, and with hands on your waist he led you to move your hips, grinding down on his hardened length.  

Your whimper turned into a gasp as his lips left hot opened mouthed kisses that trailed from the hollow of your throat to your breasts. 

As his mouth enveloped your nipple, his tongue swirled on the sensitive bud and you let out a breathy, “Oh!”. You continued to grind down on him, your breaths quickening as heat filled your core. 

His thumb flicked your other nipple as he suckled and moaned. The crown on his head slid down on his forehead for the third time, getting in his way and irritating him. He yanked it off his brow and placed it on your head before returning his attention to your breasts. 

Your head fell back and you moaned wantonly at the eroticism of the action. His hands yanked at your skirts, rucking them up enough that his long warm fingers met the sensitive skin of your upper thighs. 

You shivered at his touch even as a bead of sweat dripped down your spine in the cold throne room. 

Never, you’d never been touched in such a way, never been worshiped in such a way, never had the love of your life fully expressed his devotion to you. And when his fingers slipped into your slick and lust swollen cunt, you knew you’d be his until the day you died.

Those fingers teased and rubbed, finding their way to the pinpoint of your pleasure and you gasped so loud it echoed throughout the room. 

He hummed in approval, his lips quirking into a smirk as he looked up at you and you yanked on his hair pulling him into another heated kiss. 

His finger, that damned finger, swirled around your clit and you bit his lip. 

He hissed your name and sunk a finger inside your desperate cunt. This, this was heaven. Fuck the gods and religion, you were his and he was yours and nothing else mattered. 

He slipped another finger inside you, pumping them in and out gently and you moaned as you clenched around those perfect fingers. 

“You’re perfect like this,” he groaned and you whined once more at the praise and with the flick of his thumb against your clit you gasped his name. 

His breaths came heavier as he watched you near your peak, the pupil in his eye lust blown, and the type of adoration in his gaze you’d always yearned for from him. 

Heat coiled in your core, your heartbeat pounded throughout your whole body, and with a moan of his name you came harder than your own fingers had ever brought you. 

His lips were on yours, consuming and devouring you hungrily, swallowing the sounds of pleasure from your lips that only he could elicit. 

Your desire for him did not diminish, no you needed him somehow even more now. You wiggled your hand between the two of you and ran your hand across his hardened cock. 

He moaned into your mouth, and feeling emboldened, you began to attempt to free it from his tight pants. He chuckled, placed a kiss on your jaw and took mercy on you, and assisted you. 

You wrapped your hand around his hardened length, trepidation filling you at the size of him, and you looked back up at his face with a shaky breath, suddenly feeling bashful at your lack of experience.  

Doubt flickered in your mind, what if you couldn’t please him? What if- 

His lips were on yours once again, he kissed you with a steadfastness that reminded you that this was in no way meaningless, this was Aemond - your best friend- expressing his love for you. 

“I’ve got you,” he murmured in your ear as he trailed his lips across your throat. His large hand wrapped around your much smaller one and guided you to wrap your hand around his cock. 

You whimpered in desire as he continued to guide you to stroke his throbbing length. He led you to twist your wrist, showed you where to grip tighter, guided you to pump his cock up and down until he was groaning. 

He let go of your hand, and you continued to pleasure him, feeling more powerful than ever before as you held the cock of the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, as he again dipped his head and encapsulated your nipple in his warm wet mouth. 

You both whimpered in pleasure, and as you ran your other hand through his silver tresses, pulling his head closer into your chest, you felt that there was nothing better in this life than this. 

Until he lifted his head once more, his eye wide and filled with love, and you crushed your lips into his. 

His hand met yours once more, brushing yours away, and he guided his cock to the entrance of your sopping cunt as you settled your hips over his once more. 

Your breaths came heavier as he said, “You are mine.” 

“I’m yours,” you responded, nodding and following his guidance as you began to sink your hips down on his throbbing cock. 

You winced slightly at the stretch, but he ran a hand up and down your back, pulled you closer to him- your chest crushing against his, and dripped honeyed reassurances in your ear.

”You can fit me, my love. You were made for me,” he said. 

Your heart burned for him, and with his grip on your hip you managed to take him completely inside your soaked cunt.  

The frantic feeling in both of you eased as you sat on his lap, stuffed full of him, and felt complete in a way you never had before. 

Your hands ran across his chest, up his shoulders and down to his biceps, gripping the corded muscle you found everywhere. In tandem, he ran his hands up and down your curves, gripping the flesh he found, until his hands enveloped your ass. 

He gripped your ass and led you to shift your hips, grinding down on him in a circular motion. You let out a breathy, “oh!” The feel of him inside of you as you shifted, moving in an erotic way you’d never moved before, threatened to overcome you. 

“You are perfect,” he reassured and you clenched down on him, causing you both to moan. 

When you were ready, he then guided you to lift your hips up until his cock was almost completely out of your cunt, then you sunk back all the way down, sucking him inside your desperate hole, becoming his in a way that was irreversible. 

“Aemond,” you gasped as you repeated the action, continuing to let him guide you. You finally learned how good it felt to be full, to be so full of him you realized how empty and aching for him you’d felt for years. 

His grip tight on you, stuffed full of his cock, as his teeth bit down on your neck, you’d never felt so alive- so free. 

And so you found a rhythm, bounding up and down on his cock, bringing you both pleasure unlike any other. 

With his hands on your hips, your pace quickened, and one of your hands slipped from his shoulder, looking for more leverage and you cut yourself on a blade of the throne. 

You yanked your hand back with a gasp, ceasing your motions atop him, and he looked at you wide eyed. 

“What is it?” He asked and you placed your hand in his. He surveyed the small cut on your finger, you both realized it was small, barely more than a papercut really, you were lucky, and then he brought your hand to his lips. 

You blinked in surprise as he enveloped your finger in his mouth, lips parting and tongue licking the blood off it. 

You stared at him in shock for one moment, two, then three…. long enough that his expression became bashful, before you crushed your lips into his, pillaging his mouth with your tongue, desperate to taste yourself inside his mouth. 

He moaned as his hand on the back of your neck pulled you closer, and then you were both moving again. 

You felt blissful, stretched out in such a wonderful way, and desperate for anything he threw at you. 

“Made for me,” he breathed out once again against your lips. 

“You’re mine,” you replied as you ground down on him. 

He huffed out something between a chuckle and a moan, and with a tight grip of your hips, he said, “I am yours until the day I die.” 

He punctuated every word with a sharp thrust inside you, and with that he took control from you. You gave it to him gladly, and held onto his shoulders, tangled your fingers in his hair as he thrust up inside you at a pace that kept you from breathing properly. 

There was a spot inside you, that you’d explored before with your fingers, but never once had you felt like this as his cock hit that spot repeatedly. Your toes curled and you whined his name in a high pitched voice you didn’t even recognize as your own. 

“For so long I dreamed of what noises I could pull from your lips. Mmmm… the real thing is so much better than anything I could have imagined,” he purred in your ear. 

Your only possible response was a gasp and clenching on his thick length as your mind had separated from your body, there was only him and the pleasure his body provided yours. 

His muttered words in high valyrian, sweet promises of devotion as he continued to fill you. He filled your body, your heart, your soul, and the only expression of devotion you could return was to come on his cock. 

With a moan and a squelch you gushed around him and he gasped, holding you tighter, somehow increasing his pace- the intensity of his thrusts as he followed you over the edge. 

With one final push inside your cunt, he climaxed inside you, filling you with his come, and it was all you could do to kiss him, sloppily and desperate, as he marked you as his. 

You rested your head in his shoulder, breathing him in as you both came down and attempted to slow your heart rates. 

He tattooed his name against your being as he pressed his lips to any bare skin he could reach. 

“I love you,” you whispered, completely baring yourself to him, feeling more vulnerable than ever before, despite your state of undress, despite the fact that he was still inside you. 

“I have loved you for as long as I have known what love is, and I will continue to do so until I am ashes in the wind,” he swore, pulling back to meet your gaze. 

You could only wrap your arms tighter around him and hold him. 

Eventually, he disentangled the two of you, but swatted your hands away as you attempted to retie your bodice. 

“I never said I was done with you,” he growled. 

A shiver ran down your sweat slicked spine. 

You merely let him lead you to stand, watched as he tucked himself back into his pants, then he led you to sit on the iron throne. 

“Aemond,” you protested, but he merely shook his head at you, took a step back, and stared at you. 

There was desire, possessiveness, and feral satisfaction in his eye as he looked you up and down in your disheveled state that he caused. 

You could only imagine how you looked, sprawled on a throne you had no right to sit on, your breasts spilling from your dress, your hair disheveled, and a Targaryen crown crooked utop your head. 

But the Prince Regent only kneeled before you. 

Any doubts of his allegiance, any doubts in him flew away like feathers in the wind as Aemond Targaryen knelt before you, bowed his silver head, then lifted your skirts and spread your legs. 

His groan was drowned out by your loud gasp as he began to feast on you. 

Aemond ruined you and made you anew in the throne room that night, and at dawn the next morning he brought you to the sept and made good on his promise to marry you. 

Damn the consequences and opinions of others, before all the gods Aemond Targaryen declared his devotion to you above all. 

[sonolynn]

Thou Shalt Not Covet.

summary | Aemond loved her first, and it would be Aemond who loved her last.

pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Fem!Reader

tags | infidelity (cheating), cussing, alludes to smut, mentions of drinking, whores etc (normal Aegon things), typical Targcest, jealous and possive Aemond

w.c | 1.2 k

note(s) | This is my first Aemond fic! I haven't read the books, and have only seen the show so if Aemond is ooc then I'm sorry!

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She was his. By the way of his mind she belonged to him. His brother, first to everything and last to nothing, got everything Aemond wished he had. The iron throne, the crown, her. The marriage between her and Aegon was strictly political; there was no love, no affection between the two. If Aemond was honest with himself he liked that, liked how her affection could be saved and harboarded for him only. 

Aegon had his spoils. He had bastards, he had whores, he had wine. He did not need her, nor did Aegon particularly want to have her. But Aemond did. 

Because of Aegon’s particular disdain for his wife, the times that she was left alone and in the confines of her chambers were more than not. On these nights, Aemond would find himself climbing up the stairs, his hands shaking slightly, and his mind racing as the guards opened the door and let him enter his niece's chambers. 

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“Uncle.” Her voice rang out over the fire in her chambers, and Aemond felt his heart rate pick up. She held a book in her lap, no doubt trying to wrap her mind around the philosophies written into the texts. Aemond felt himself shiver lightly, the sound of her voice seemingly always doing things to him. 

He said her name softly, and he smiled to himself as he walked over to sit next to her. She smiled, her hand wrapping around his and her voice soft.

“How do you fare?” That is how all of their nights began. The light conversation of “how do you fare?” eventually led to her bed. 

Aemond’s eyes caressed her skin, his hands worshiping her body as his voice sung praises of her victories over his mind, soul, and body. He would not ravish her like his brother did, no. He would worship and glorify her body before him as if she was a temple, he would exalt her pleasure to the highest of highs before he even thought of his. Aemond treated her like a goddess, and she was reminded of this every time her name fell from his lips and his seed spilled inside of her.

When he would finish he wouldn’t leave her to clean up on her own, or fall asleep. He would kiss her body softly, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back as she came down from her high. He would hold her until she fell asleep in his arms, and in the morning he would wake, admire her body and her face that still shone in the glow of intimacy, before he would dress and leave. 

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She liked the garden. She, truthfully, adored the garden. It was, she thought, the only place where she would be free from listening to the moans of Aegon’s whores and the drunken laughs that would escape his lips. 

She found solace in the way the leaves swayed in the wind, the way the sun shone lightly through the cracks of the trees. But, what she truly waited for was Aemond. Once his duties were done he would come into the garden, and they would walk, and talk with one another for what felt like hours. 

On this particular day, the two walked and talked about nothing in particular-just how both of them liked it. But, a pair of seething eyes followed the two as they walked. Angered and betrayed, Alicent turned and walked away.

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When Aemond entered his chambers later that night, he was met with the burning gaze of his mother. His face remained stoic, and he slowly started to take off his belt that held his sword. 

“Mother. I did not expect you.” He spoke, his face illuminated by the fire as he sat in a chair, getting comfortable. His mother stood, standing in front of him as she glared down into her son's stoic expression. 

“You do not hide it well.” 

“I do not know what you speak of, mother.” 

Alicent gave Aemond a look, seeing straight through his stoic expression and hardened gaze. 

“You know what I speak of. You covet what is rightfully your brothers-” 

“Rightfully?” At these words, Aemond stood, glaring down at his mother with a complexed expression. “She is not rightfully Aegon’s. She is not rightfully the crowns-”

“She is his by law,” Alicent got right into her son's face, her hand pushing against his chest as she spoke. “By the law of the seven kingdoms she is his! You cannot parade around the castle, promenading as if you are an enthralled teenage boy courting a noble girl! She is married-” 

“You do not think I know what she is, mother? You do not think I see the ring she wears, or the name she bears now as a continuous tie to my brother?” The pain etched into the cracks of Aemond’s voice were subtle but not unnoticed. The way he spoke of his brother's wife with so much undignified and raw emotion made it clear to Alicent what he truly felt. Despite herself she sympathized with her son, trying to take his hands in hers as she spoke. 

“I understand, Aemond, how you feel. But you cannot go about so shamelessly coveting your brother's wife-the queen!” 

Aemond roughy pulled away from his mother, a sharp look hidden behind his amethyst  eyes as he spoke. 

"Do not speak to me as if my sorrows where your own!" Aemond seethed, pulling back a few paces as he glared at his mother, “Aegon is no husband! He may be my brother-my closest kin but he does not know how to properly care for her as I do. I know her mother, I know her wants, her desires, I know her more than Aegon has ever even tried to comprehend so damn all the gods and fuck Aegon because I would soon rather feed myself to Daemon’s dragon then let a man like Aegon sew his seed into her and ruin the beautiful women that the gods have given to me!”

The words coming out of her son’s mouth shocked Alicent. She never knew him to be so passionate about something-someone-so fiery as, gods be good, his brother’s wife. 

“Aemond she was never yours-” 

“She was,” his voice dropped and he stepped closer to his mother, breathing down as he glared, “The gods gave her to me, they made her for me! Her body was made to fit with mine, her soul was mine to know! Mother, it was all for me! But you? You are the one who gave her away to my brother. You are the one who took her from me.” 

Wishing for no more of this, Aemond turned, feeling himself breaking a little as he went. He knew he would never be hers, that she would never truly be his. 

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“You are troubled tonight.” 

She knew him better than he knew himself. Aemond’s head rested on her lap, her hand gently stroking through his platinum white hair. He breathed out slowly, his thumb idly stroking her knee. 

“I am thinking, sweet girl.” 

“I know that you are thinking, I just wish to know what it is you are thinking about.” 

At this he went silent. He knew no matter what lie he told her that she would always know the truth between the lies. So, instead, he sat up slowly and he gripped her cheek, kissing her softly. As if the words would be lost, and the meaning behind them burned. He made love to her like she was truly his, like she was his wife. As if..she wasn't even able to be coveted.

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[ervotica]

the ones we love (will destroy us)

pairing; aegon ii targaryen x fem!targaryen!reader

tags; twincest (lol i'm sorry yk what the targaryens are like), aegon is so sad and babygirl and an idiot, hurt/comfort

note; heavily reworked repost of an old fic that i adored writing but needed a lot of editing! (i still lowkey hate it tho)

“Why is Aegon staring at you?” Aemond asks, a cruel smirk cracking his perpetually stoic facade; the's mocking in the way his gaze falls between you and Aegon, not entirely genuine as he takes amusement in his older brother’s miserable pining. Aegon watches your discussion with Aemond, sour faced from across the dining table. You’ve taken it upon yourself to sit as far away from him as you can manage; and where you’re usually attached at the hip - though he knows you’re arguing - he can’t deny the ache in his chest from your lack of acknowledgement. You're cold, unflinching as you stare right through him as though he's irrelevant, as though he's worth nothing to you.

“Because he’s a twat,” you answer bluntly. Aemond barks out a short laugh, coarse and harsh, that penetrates the quiet chatter of the room. Heads start to turn towards your avid conversing with your younger brother.

“What are you two bickering about now?”

“If he thinks it’s funny to to speak ill of me to everyone in the seven fucking kingdoms, I don't want anything to do with him.” Your lips purse as you cross your arms; Alicent eyes you, watching the tick of your jaw and flare of your nostrils - you’re upset, even if you’re excellent at masking it. 

Aemond watches on amusedly as your twin grows increasingly agitated the more you pointedly avoid his glances. Your mother frowns.

“Y/n, don’t you feel you’re perhaps being a little hard on Aegon?” 

“No.”

“He's your twin brother!” she sighs, ever frustrated by your stubbornness and your twin’s lack of consideration for anybody’s feelings, even yours at times.

“He’s still a twat.”

Aegon huffs and rolls his eyes. 

You continue to only speak about him indirectly. When you turn to Jace, he grins.

“Jace,” you start, clasping your hands where they lay on the dining table in front of you, “If someone said that you were ‘an ugly whore with no friends’ - as he so eloquently put it - would you be upset?”

“He said that?” Jace's jaw falls slack. “Wait, no. He honestly said that about you?”

The table clatters, cutlery bouncing, and Aegon stands abruptly, face screwed up in that way it does when he’s about to cry.

“It wasn’t like that!”

“How else could you possibly have meant it?” You’re incredulous, covering your misery with spiteful words. You want to make him hurt, make him feel your pain, but run to him for comfort all at once.

“Not-”

“Gods, just be quiet,” you mutter. Your face is hot as you turn away and you feel your eyes prickling with the threat of an onslaught of tears. Aegon cringes, drawn tight and tense as though you share one body, as though he can feel the pain he’s putting you through. Your upset has always caused him real physical distress, from when you were tiny children and still to this day. Your voice lowers to a whisper. “You’re so mean.”

“Y/n-“

You’ve never seen him quite this distressed; his cheeks flush pink and ruddy and his eyes start to water and gloss over, not dissimilar to your own expression - though you’re much better at concealing your emotions. His nostrils flare the way they only do when he cries: the way they did when he sobbed in your arms for hours after your mother rejected his pleas for affection once again, the way he cried when you were ten years old and your father interrupted him every time he tried to speak. Your bottom lip trembles. 

“Please,” he croaks. Your brows knit and crease your forehead as your chest tightens; you bite the inside of your cheek with such force that you draw blood. 

You stand and the solid wooden dining chair thumps against the floor. Aegon mirrors your movements, rushing towards the exit in your wake.

Once you’ve left the presence of your family, the tears come hard and fast and unrelenting. They’re hot against your cheeks, damp as your hands shake to scrub them away, leaving only a tender sting and blooming heat in your touch’s wake.

“Please talk to me.” The door creaks shut and then Aegon’s voice cuts through the sounds of your sniffles; you spin on your heel and he surges towards you in a bout of energy, clasping one of your hands in both of his larger ones. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about you, it was mean. And you should be angry with me. I miss you and I love you and I'll never, ever speak a cruel word against you again.”

“Did you mean it?” you ask; he lurches to latch himself to your body, anxious as though you’ll push him away at any given moment. His arms are tight and unmoving around your waist.

“No.” He shakes his head vehemently, “I don't know why I said it. I just wanted the others to respect me but shouldn’t have said such awful things. The only person I need is you.”

“What?”

“I don’t care about any of that now. None of it matters to me if you’re not by my side.” 

His body shudders when your arms close and tighten around his body and a sob looses from his throat. Your voice is thick as you murmur in his ear. 

“You hurt my feelings.” 

His head falls to the dip of your shoulder and he clings to you with a strength that you’re not unfamiliar with; it cracks your heart all the same.

“Please forgive me, sweetling. Please.” The velvet of your dress darkens in splotches where his tears fall. “I love you.”

You know he really is remorseful; the guilt eats at him until he can’t feel anything else, not until you’ve reconciled. He's always been the same, ever since you were six and he hit you in the face; you didn’t speak to him for four days and he cried with such vigour that he made himself sick.

“I love you,” you can’t help but whisper back. “But if you ever do something like that again, I won’t be so forgiving.”

He laughs wetly, an odd sound that gets caught in his chest as he presses further into your embrace. 

“Can I have a kiss?”

You hook a finger under his chin and tilt his damp face towards your own. His lips fill with air and push out into a pout. 

His muscles go soft and relax the second your lips mesh with his; your fingers tangle in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He angles his head and deepens the kiss, licks into your mouth and murmurs something imperceptible. When you pull yourself away, he chases you, desperate to be close. 

“Love you,” he mumbles, plying you with damp, open mouthed kisses across your cheeks and neck. They leave glistening half moons in his wake. “I‘m so sorry.”

“I know,” you say, tucking your head in the hollow of his throat. “I forgive you, alright?”

A laboured breath forces its way out of his lungs when your arm wraps around his neck for a hug.

“I didn't like you sitting next to Aemond,” he sighs. You shush him, rubbing thumbs over his eyebrows and down his cheeks in unbridled affection. “I want you to sit next to me.”

“I always sit next to you,” you murmur. “I was upset, remember?”

“I know,” he whines. “but you’re mine.”

“Don’t be a baby,” you giggle. “I spend all of my time with you.”

He squeezes you tight then and buries his face in your hair. You grunt with the force of his weight.

“I missed you.”