#girldad!aemond

[sena-seastar]

Heart to Heart

Aemond x Wife Reader

Summary: Aemond spends time with your child so that you can have a much-needed break.

A/N: I'm back with more, Dad!Aemond, because I adore him so much. Aemond deserves someone who will love him as deeply and unconditionally as he loves them, and his baby definitely would. (Also, any dialogue in italics means the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was too lazy to attempt to translate it.) No beta, so I apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes.

“Daenys, please calm down,” you plead as you try to pacify the wailing girl.

Though your words seem to fall on deaf ears, she continues to scream and flail in your arms. You want nothing more than to join in as tears well in your eyes. You were at your wit's end. Nothing seemed to placate your child. Not even the sweets you had tried to bribe her with. 

The nursemaids had changed her nappy several times. They’ve tried feeding, bathing, offering toys, and even taking her for a walk in the gardens. Yet none of it worked. They brought her to you as a last resort, hoping she might be missing her mother. Unfortunately, their hopes went unfounded.

Daenys continued to thrash in your arms, and you struggled to keep a grip on her. She was surprisingly strong for someone so small. 

“Shh, it’s alright,” you coo, bouncing the fussy girl in your arms. “Are you tired? Shall we take a nap?”

Your questions only incite her fury. Daenys lets out an ear-splitting screech. You groaned, eyes closing in frustration at the situation. 

“How about we give your mother a break, hmm?”

You look up, finding your husband now standing before you. He takes your little girl into his arms, and for the first time in forever, she settles down. She doesn’t squirm and try to get away from him, and her wails turn into low whimpers and quiet hiccups. You watch as he handles her with such ease. Aemond pats her back and talks to her in a soothing voice, gently bouncing her in his arms. Daenys rested her head on his shoulder, her tiny fists held tightly onto his coat.

“I’m terrible at this,” you huffed, shame blooming in your chest. 

“No, you’re not.” Aemond leaned down, pressing a gentle, reassuring kiss to your head. “I’ll take her for a bit. Get some rest.”

You nod, grateful for his help. He waves Daenys’ hand towards you as they leave. You wave back until the pair disappear from your view. You sigh in relief as your body slumps onto the Grecian couch beneath you. You debate whether to continue with your book or take a quick nap.

-

Aemond holds Daenys close to his chest as he maneuvers himself off his saddle. Ser Rickard Thorne stands to the side, wearing his freshly polished armor and pristine white cloak. Aemond nods at him, and the white knight quickly takes Aemond’s horse by the reins, leading the horse away.

The dragon lord looked down, watching Daenys as she toyed with the wooden dragon in her hands. He smiled. The familiar warm fuzzy feeling that filled his entire body every time he laid his eyes on her returned. It was hard to believe that something so beautiful and innocent could come from him. But here she was. The two of you had created something- someone so precious. 

A loud grumble sounded in the air. Aemond lifted his head, observing Vhagar. The giant dragon was hard to miss, even from a great distance.

The overgrown grass and twigs squish and cackle beneath his boots as he walked into the open field where the ancient she-dragon resided. Vhagar had outgrown the dragonpit years before he had even claimed her. Vhagar turned her giant head to the side, watching them as they approached. She shut her eyes again when she realized it was just him.

Daenys let out a delighted squeal when her eyes finally landed on the giant dragon. Aemond struggled to hold her as she excitedly kicked her legs and waved her arms. Aemound cursed under his breath as the wooden dragon toy fell to the ground. Oh well, he would retrieve it later.

“What is it, my little dragon?” He asked enthusiastically. “What do you see?”

 Daenys clapped her little hands and babbled, “Vava!”

“Vhagar? Do you see Vhagar?”

She looks up to him and nods her head. Her violet eyes lock onto his, and the two smile at each other. Aemond planted a kiss on the girl’s temple, gaining sweet, girlish giggles in response.

“Very good, my little dragon. It is Vhagar.”

Daenys begins to squirm in his arms and tries to push him away.

“What is it? Do you want down?”

Aemond looks down at the grass, checking for any potential dangers. Your little girl grunts and continues to try to push him away.

Aemond huffs, “Alright, alright.”

His lips curve downward into a slight frown. The two of you had been very proud and excited when Daenys started walking. However, Aemond was a little saddened by the fact that his sweet little girl didn’t want to be in his arms all the time anymore.

His mother had told him that it’s normal for them to want to be more independent when they start walking. The man understood that, but he still did not like it one bit.

Aemond carefully lowers the little girl to her feet. Her chubby little fingers hold onto his hands as she tries to stabilize herself. When she finally stops wobbling, she lets go. Aemond’s heart races in his chest as he watches her take a small, shaky step forward. His hands immediately reach out to grab her, but he stops himself.

Daenys takes another step; this time, she’s a bit more stable. She holds her arms out, trying to balance her weight as she trots forward. Aemond follows closely behind. With each step, he felt a twinge of panic in his chest. The man struggled not to swoop her into his arms every time she stumbled.

Thankfully, they made it to Vhagar rather quickly. Vhagar gave a small huff as Daenys small hands smacked against her snout. 

“Gentle,” Aemond warned sternly, well aware of his dragon's short temper. 

The man kneeled next to her. He took one of Daenys little hands into his own, showing her how to pet Vhagar’s snout carefully. Daenys let out another excited squeal that made Aemond wince. 

“Yes,” he nodded. “It’s very exciting, but we must be quiet.”

Daenys pulled her hand away from his, wanting to try it alone. Vhagar remained still, resting lazily on her chin. Aemond stood back up. He rested his large palm against her warm green scales with a joyous smile. She truly is a sight to behold.

Vhagar was the largest and fiercest dragon in the world. Nothing could stand against her. And yet she decided that he, of all people, was worthy of her. That he deserved the privilege to call himself her rider. No one could question or deny his worth now.

“Vava, pay?”

Aemond looked down, watching as his little girl tried to get the dragon’s attention. Her silver curls fell onto her face. The man reached down, pushing the strands of hair behind her ears. He felt a bit sorry for her. Vhagar was nowhere near as active as Daenys' little hatchling, who resided in the dragon pit. She did not flap her wings or let out any shrieks of excitement like Daenys’ hatchling did when they saw each other.

Daenys tugged on his coat. She turned her head up to look at him. Her brows were drawn together, and her bottom lip protruded further than her top lip. The look on her face tugged at his heartstrings.

“Play? No, Vhagar does not want to play.”

Your little girl does not seem to accept his answer. She turns her attention back to the dragon, gently petting her scales a few more times. Daenys tries calling out to her again, but Vhagar still gives no response. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. Aemond initially planned to take her to the dragon pit, but he decided against it. Mostly because he wanted to come out and visit Vhagar. He could seldom go a day without coming to see his winged companion. 

Suddenly, a loud grumble echoed in Vhagar’s throat. The dragon, finally having enough of the child’s affection, raised her head. Daenys, who was balancing herself on Vhagar’s head, fell back, landing on her bottom with a loud oomph.

“Lykirī, Vhagar. Lykirī,” Aemond commanded as he swiftly took Daenys into his arms.

Vhagar did not move, nor did she make a sound. The ancient dragon merely eyed the two of them. When Aemond felt confident enough that she would not act, he turned his attention to Daenys.

The look on her face is heart-wrenching. Her wide eyes filled with tears, and her trembling lips stretched into a deep frown. Her breath hitched as she tried not to cry. It makes Aemond feel like he wants to cry as well. He pressed a kiss to the child’s temple.

“Don’t cry, my little love. You’ll be alright.” He tried to reassure her.

She blinks, and tears fall from her violet eyes. Sad, quiet whimpers escape from her lips. Tears started to well up in Aemond’s eye, his breath quivered, and a lump formed in his throat. He was never one to cry. It made him feel weak and small, something he despised more than anything. 

But when his little girl was upset like this, he wanted to cry. Sometimes, he still wanted to cry even when she wasn’t upset. There were many times when he would just watch her while she played or slept, and then suddenly, he would be hit with a massive wave of emotions. Aemond wondered if Viserys had ever felt that way when he looked at him or any of his siblings.

Vhagar let out a loud huff. A wave of hot air engulfs Aemond and Daenys. Aemond looks up, observing Vhagar carefully. The green dragon lowers her head, gently nudging her snout against the crying girl. Aemond raises his hand to wipe away Daenys’ tears.

“Look, she’s sorry for making you sad.”

Daenys sniffled and turned to look at Vhagar. The corners of her mouth turned upwards. She giggled as she rested her forehead against Vhagar’s snout. Her little arms did their best to hug the dragon’s giant head. 

Aemond chuckled lightly, raising his hand to give Vhagar a few rewarding pats. His chest was bursting with pride as he watched his favorite girls interact. The only one who was missing was you.

[aemondsvisenya]

Okay I NEED more girl-dad!Aemond - headcanons or a full on oneshot, I don’t mind, I just need more of it

YESSSS, girl dad Aemond is THE BEST

I absolutely WILL write one shots/fics about it, I’m just super busy right now and headcanon posts usually help me figure out how/what to write anyway, hope that’s okay!

I also included a reader who is AFAB/pregnant because I wanted to touch on some pregnancy headcanons, but I’ve tried to avoid reader pronouns, hope that’s okay!

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

💚 Aemond Targaryen as a girl dad - Headcanons 💚

This man lives for his daughters, quite literally LIVES for them

When you’re pregnant for the first time, Aemond is so ridiculously happy, he truly doesn’t think he can get any happier.

He’s admittedly somewhat anxious because he wants to be a good father, and he’s a little worried that his child will fear him because of his eye and scar, or even that he’ll be a terrible parent like his own father, but you set him straight and tell him that your child will adore him as much as you do.

He will be nothing like his own father, he vows - he will never make his child feel unwanted or unloved, like they aren’t good enough

The whole pregnancy he’s so attentive to you and your needs, talking to your growing belly in High Valyrian and stroking it softly; he’s in awe when he feels the baby kick against his hand, eye wide and an involuntary smile curling his mouth

He picks out the egg for her cradle himself, spending hours looking at all the eggs before choosing a sapphire one that you think matches the one in his eye. He makes sure it is incubated and ready for the arrival of his child, determined that they will have a dragon and not suffer like he did when he was young

When the baby is born, he insists on being at your side so that you’re not alone; it disgruntles the maester but he’s firm that he wants to be there the moment the child enters the world, he wants to be there for their first breaths. He also wants to make sure you’re not alone, he knows all too well that childbirth is a risk and he can’t bear the thought of you being alone for something that might potentially endanger your life

It all goes well, thank the gods, and as the maester lays the baby in your arms, he says to your husband, “congratulations, my Prince; you have a healthy daughter” - Aemond thinks he’s about to weep as he looks down at his daughter, falling in love with her immediately because she’s so perfect, she looks every inch a true Targaryen with her pale hair, and she has inherited his eyes. He vows he will always protect her, will always make her smile, will be the best father he can be to her - and you know he means it.

She is named Visenya to honour his dragon’s first rider, a true Targaryen warrior and queen

Aemond does everything with his little Visenya; it’s common to find him reading with her tucked in the crook of his arm when she’s a baby or on his lap as she grows into a toddler, smiling fondly as she babbles away to him. He insists on being in the nursery with her whenever he can, much to the surprise of the ladies who are charged with looking after her, and he can never part from her for long

He introduces her to Vhagar a few weeks after her birth - you’re extremely nervous, it must be said; you trust your husband, you have no doubts he knows what he’s doing, but Vhagar is so gargantuan that it’s hard not to worry a little about your baby. But Vhagar is remarkably calm as Aemond shows her his daughter and says she is called Visenya, and when he decides to take his daughter on her first dragon flight, Vhagar glides slowly and rather gently for someone of her size, like she knows to be careful of the fragile baby her rider has strapped to his chest

It’s obvious that your daughter LOVES Aemond just as much as he loves her

Visenya is a total daddy’s girl, she has him wrapped tightly around her little finger and she knows it: he will do anything she asks, whether it’s read a book or give her a hug or even take her dragon riding. She is so spoilt, his little princess

A couple of years after Visenya, you deliver another child - another daughter. You’re slightly worried that Aemond will be disappointed, that he wants a son, and you know that people will whisper; but the second he lays eyes on his second baby girl, he’s absolutely smitten. He loves her so much, just as much as her sister, and suggests that she be named Daenys after Daenys the Dreamer

A third daughter follows, this one named Naerys, then another who is called Jaenara, and then finally comes little Saera… and he’s so overjoyed with each of their births, so happy with all of them, far happier than he’s ever been in his entire life

People do in fact whisper - they say you have not done your duty, you have not given the Prince a son, that there must be something wrong with you and that it’s the gods’ way of cursing the marriage. At first you pay no mind to it, but eventually it becomes too much and you tearfully apologise to your husband for it

Aemond has never been so appalled in his life - he’s furious at everyone who has said such things, extremely furious, but he’s also perplexed because how could anyone think he doesn’t love all of his girls? How could he not love them, all five of them? And how could he be disappointed in you when you have delivered five healthy babes? The gods have blessed the two of you indeed, with five incredible girls and you surviving all of their births.

Anyone who dares mention “trying for a son next time” in front of Aemond ends up with his sword against their throat, his single eye cold as he calmly demands they apologise

Visenya is Aemond’s double; she grows tall and lithe like him, her eyes exactly like his one, and her face is almost the mirror of him with high cheekbones and sharply defined features. Her blue egg hatches into a sapphire coloured dragon that she names Starswift. Her father is so proud when she becomes one of the youngest dragon riders in living memory, and he even trains with her in the yard when she asks him to teach her: he tells everyone around him how excellent his Visenya is, what a fierce warrior she is. He is quite literally the proudest father in all of Westeros

Daenys is a lot like her aunt Helaena, which means Aemond adores her like he adores his older sister. She’s somewhat shyer than Visenya, and she’s very studious - just like her father. She has a big imagination, and Aemond always listens to her when she describes a dream or thought she’s had, no matter how small or silly it may seem to others - he never makes her feel like she’s being ridiculous. Her first egg didn’t hatch, but before she could even get upset about it, Aemond was already whisking her off to pick out a new one that did eventually hatch - a little dark purple one that she calls Nymrax.

Your middle daughter Naerys is very much a princess; she loves dresses and dolls and prides herself on being beautiful. You can count on Aemond buying her whatever fancy toy she wants, letting her have any dress made that she desires, because he can’t say no to his daughters. Being super feminine doesn’t change the fact that she is a Targaryen, however, and she is every bit a dragon rider like her family before her; her egg was a pale pink one and it hatched into a pink male dragon she named Moonfyre - a clever and sly little thing who hates everyone but his rider. He will literally snap and blow smoke at anyone who comes near unless Naerys is there, he is literally like a little kitten with her and she treats him like a spoilt house cat, cooing at him and rubbing his scales.

Jaenara is quite literally the total opposite of her older sister; she’s very much a tomboy and likes to play rough. Aemond chuckles when she, aged three and a half, follows him to the training yard and rather cutely demands that he teach her how to spar. “Like Senya,” She says firmly, picking up a stick; her oldest sister is her idol, but not as much as their father is. She’s not particularly loud or aggressive, but she’s curious and adventurous, she works hard, which are all traits Aemond admires about her. She bonds with a dark green hatchling from the Dragonmont when she’s young, and she calls him Shadowspine, and as soon as he’s large enough to ride that’s it - she disappears for afternoons on end, exploding the world around her, though her favourite places are the ones that have forests and nature.

Finally, there’s Saera - she is quite literally the baby, and she knows it. She knows she’s cute and adorable, and she’ll go up to Aemond when he’s reading or doing something, and just pout until he chuckles and lifts her onto his lap. She even does it at some banquets and feasts that she’s allowed to be at (only for an hour, and she’s escorted by a nursemaid), going up to her father with her big eyes and pulling at his sleeve. Most men would be annoyed at their children bothering them - never Aemond though. He always smiles softly and gives all of his attention to her, all of his daughters. Her pale hair is an absolute mess of curls and tangles, which Aemond fondly brushes for her every morning - he’s gentle, careful not to tug too hard with the brush. Her hatchling is black, much to everyone’s surprise, and she names it Midnight.

It’s not just for his youngest daughter: Aemond does ALL of their hair, braiding it into whatever hairstyles they want, helping them brush it, his fingers deftly weaving and moving through the pale hair they all inherited from him.

Aemond knows what it’s like to be treated differently, the second son, and he’s determined none of his kids feel like that, especially his younger ones. He tries to spend an equal amount of time with each of them, to be certain not to favour one over the other, and to make sure they all grow up knowing they’re loved and protected. Even when they’ve misbehaved and need a stern talking to, he is sure to keep calm and never say something that could make them feel unloved, he never has an unkind word for his girls ever

He’s the kind of father who takes his daughters’ education VERY seriously and will oversee every aspect of it himself if he has to.

They have only the very best tutors and maesters teach them, of course, but Aemond insists on teaching the girls High Valyrian himself. From the time they’re babies, he talks to them in the language of his ancestors - their ancestors. To add, if are to be dragon riders, they must know the language to communicate with their dragons as well as each other

And then there’s his eye… you know that before your first daughter was even born, he was worried that any children he had would be horrified and disgusted by the sight of his missing eye, even when you insisted it wasn’t true at all

Visenya sees his eye by accident when she’s four and sitting on his knee as she pretends to brush his hair with her hand; her fingers accidentally pull at the strap until it comes loose - and then her eyes widen, aghast. You can see Aemond’s eye also widen - in fear, fear that his daughter will look at him and see a monster instead of a loving father. “Oh, kepa, your eye!” She looks worried for him. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” And to his shock, she hugs him and buries her face into his shoulder

None of those girls think he’s a monster or hideous or even remotely scary, of course; they all find out as they get older that the patch is covering his missing eye, they learn why the scar is so big and why sometimes he’s in pain, and they do everything they can for him when the pain flares up. Visenya will send one of her sisters to find you, another to fetch a maester, and then she and the remaining two will stay with Aemond and try to distract him, comfort him even. He appreciates it more than even he can put into words - the girls may all be very different from one another, but they are the same in that they are good people at heart because of how they’ve been raised

It warms his heart far too much when Jaenara announces at breakfast one day that she wants an eyepatch like her Kepa and all of the girls then decide they’re going to have eyepatches too. They all just really want to be like their brave amazing father who loves them 🥺

All in all, Aemond is truly the best dad in Westeros to his daughters, he would burn cities to protect them from harm, would murder anyone who dare hurts them in any shape or form, would conquer the world if they asked

{my ko-fi}

[corviids]

daeron the young dragon lives in gilded lilies solely because he goes “imma conquer dorne” and aemond swiftly responds “and make my precious maegelle sad by dying??? i think the fuck not” and then marries rhaella to the dornish prince and lets daeron go run around essos trying to solve the three daughters war

[lightningandfireinmybones]

can we all agree that valaena and aemond are having a girl first (pushing girldad!aemond agenda HARD)

i will be honest, i think their first kids are twins, a boy and a girl, and they never actually tell them which of them was born first

girldad!aemond lives! so does twindad!aemond

[elorday]

"i want to be good enough for both of you. i will do anything for it."

you kiss his lips with pure love.

ASDFKAJSBEDB THIS WAS SO SWEET WHAT- SO SO GOOD! aw i love girl dad aemond.

hello, i'm not really sure about this one but i hope you like it. requests are open!!

aemond targaryen looking after his wife and his baby girl.

it's too early in the morning, probably everyone in the keep is sleeping. you wake up to sweet noises, coming from your little daughter. slowly the sounds become clearer in your ears and you open your eyes, only to find your husband aemond targaryen holding your baby in his arms in the bed. he lays her on his chest holding tightly. you cannot stop smiling to the sight, your husband has a reputation that makes everyone believe he is a cruel prince but in this room, he is only a man madly in love with his wife and his little princess who was born only a few moons ago.

the day she was born was the greatest day in his life. he doesn't remember any other time being this satisfied with his life, his girls by his side. he tries to do anything to be a good father, unlike his own. he has deep scars about this matter, he does anything for her sweet little princess so she doesn't feel the same things. your daughter stays in your room since the day she was born. she has a separate little bedroom with maids looking for her but still you feel more comfortable having her with you all the time. this morning the little princess wakes up early and her father picks her up to the bed. you are tired, you wake up at night for your baby. aemond wakes up as well, the moment you leave the bed or the baby makes a little noise he looks for both of you. you slowly sit in bed and look at the loveliest pair next to you.

"good morning, darling."

"good morning, love. did she cry? i didn't hear anything."

your sleepy voice amuses your husband.

"no, my little princess decided to wake up a little early today. we were just waiting for you."

you smile at him and take off your night gown from its collar easily. your husband places the baby in your arms.

"she must be hungry, could you help me holding her, love? i still feel a little sleepy."

he nods and holds the baby's head to your breast carefully.

"come on little love, help your mother."

little princess is her daddy's girl even now. she seems like she understands her father and doesn't cry or resist. when she's not hungry anymore, her eyes close and she drifts back to sleep. aemond watches her with sparkles in his eyes, takes her from you and gives her a little kiss on her forehead before he puts her in cradle. when he makes sure his little love is all sleepy and safe, he comes back to you.

"i'd never thought sharing my husband with another girl would be a lovely sight."

he helps you with your night gown and holds you in his arms, kisses your hair.

"i want to be good enough for both of you. i will do anything for it."

you kiss his lips with pure love.

"you are already the best for us, my prince. she will realize this too when she is old enough."

[myfandomprompts]

How do you think each ewan character would be like as a girl dad.

I have been dying to write prompts again (I did that in another life), and I have no time nowadays because of work, but because I am an unreasonable person apparently, I'll take great pleasure doing this headcanons!

Ewanverse!girldad headcanons

Abraham

He would be harsh with her/them. His community wouldn't really see girls in high regards and would be loving and caring only in private. He loves them, but is scared to be "too close" to them. In public he can't help but keep an eye on them though, they are his blood after all, his precious women.

Aemond Targaryen

He would be over protective. At first, he would think that he would care only for boys, but no matter if it's his first child, or second, or tenth, he will go into dad mode and just- raise her to be the best. He would take pleasure spending evening reading High Valyrian with her, be very wary of what dresses she wears, of who she meets. He would encourage activities, would it be dragon riding or sword fighting, and whenever she would grow up to be a little rebellious he would turn mad and worry all the time she escapes the Keep or get into trouble. But he would be so proud.

Billy Taylor

Clumsy at first. There is nothing more scary than to have a child, and have a girl of all things. He would be amazed during all the infancy, and then panick. All the time. But he would adore the moments where they would connect and spend time together. She would be as sweet as him, and would be showing her off to her mother and family proudly.

Billy Washington

↑ This is his genuine reaction learning he'll have a girl. The minute he realises it, his mind is set on doing better, on getting all the help he needs in order to be a better person, and the best dad. There is something scary about having a girl, but he knows she'll be okay because the girls in his family are brilliant.

Ettore

What will he do with a girl? Is that the product of his obsession? Why is this different of any other girls he knows? > Because it's his daughter. On earth, he would be an awful dad (if he managed to keep her, that is), would provide but barely. Maybe send her to fetch his cigarettes or do things for him that a child shouldn't do. But in the end he would like to have her closer to him. It's his daughter, no one else's.

Genyen/Shaun

Would not care, at first. Hell, what even is the point? When he sees her for the first time it's so odd, she is his, and she will grow up to resemble him. Maybe he could teach her a thing or two, who knows? How to fare for herself, how to con people. And as time passes, the more they team up, and he can't see his life without her.

Michael

It's his babygirl. He is so lucky. She will be brilliant, how could she not be? He will protect her from the others that will look down on her, because no one deserve her anyway. They don't deserve to be in his presence. He would buy her so many books, her first computer at four, and from there just watch her grow to be as brilliant as him. And then she would crush all the category of person that looked down on him when he was himself growing up. He would be so proud.

Oh, and he would made dad jokes. All the time.

Osferth

Caring, loving. A product of the sky she is. What is more beautiful than his daughter? She is a gift, and he would protect her with his life, cherish her until she is so happy she shines. He would read to her early on, and then when she would know the psaums better than him he would have the biggest grin. He doesn't want to fight anymore, just take care of her.

Tom

Him, a dad? Okay, he'll manage. Shouldn't be so hard, eh? But then a girl? He'll turn into someone else. Attentive, doting, a little firm but it's because he just want to protect his family, and hell how he would want to protect her. He would have an even closer relationship with her than the mother and would be so happy. She teach him how to be more responsable, because there is nothing more worth than changing for her.

Will

Will Will Will. Would be really lost at what to do, but then he looks and looks at her and just fall in love. Why should he not spend all the time he can with her? Would feel guilty nonetheless. What if he is not good enough? He would let the mother take care of her, but he can't stay always long. Believes she would be better without him, anyone would be actually. But life gave him this girl, he should at least try. And he won't regret it.

I excluded Jason, Jack, Poacher & car thief (SOAH)

[presidenthades]

How do you see the Targbros as girldads, I think Daemon was pretty tamed compared to what this trio would do.

Aegon: “This is my daughter. She is perfect. Worship her. No, no, stop looking at her like that. Actually, on second thought, you aren’t good enough for her. Go away.”

Aemond: “I taught her all the best places to stab a man. She’s very good at it. (ꈍ ω ꈍ)”

Daeron: “Don’t make me get her mother.”

[writingsofwesteros]

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/766163852919537664/imagine-girldad-aemond-he-plans-on-having-so

Maelor swears he didn’t mean it, he just clumsy that’s all. Flashing his uncle those cute little doe eyes his father taught him to do when he’s in trouble🥺.

Baby girl isn’t allowed to snoop in her parents conversations anymore, her poor mother too embarrassed to face Larys while Aemond only smirks. But she’s so excited about her new baby sibling, babbling to her mother’s belly about all the things they will do together.

Until her sissy grows up, the younger sister preferring braids and armor over pretty hairstyles and dresses. The little girl toddling after her father and impatiently watching him train with Ser Criston. She’d be the only grandchild that actually trains oopsie, Jae prefers his books and Maelor runs off before they know it.

Her and Maelor are the ones who terrorizes their annoying guests;)

Baby girl#3 is their scholar, a perfectionist princess like her father

Nobody can stay mad at Maelor for long, he's just the sweetest baby ever! And his cousin forgives him quickly and they are seen munching on some lemon cakes.

Her mommy worries over their second babe, who enjoys the dangerous side of being royal..all the training and Tourneys.

And now she has a mini Aemond to deal with as well.

[silmarillaure]

Book!Viserys wasn't a good father to the greens either.

Ok, I do admit he was better than show!Viserys. At least book!Viserys didn't go as far as to say Rhaenyra was his "only child"

BUT STOP PRETENDING HE WAS ANYTHING GOOD!!!

Book!Viserys calls Aegon "Alicent's blood" when she suggests betrothing Aegon & Rhaenyra.

I'm not sure in what world saying that about your own child makes you a good father.

Unlike in the show, I don't think he would have even given betrothing Helaena to Jace a consideration because he doesn't think his children with Alicent are even good enough to be consorts.

He was upset Alicent wanted her own blood on the throne, and he betrothed Aegon & Helaena himself and made them marry at 15 & 13. (What a loving father! At least he cares about them enough to make 1 horrible decision regarding their lives right?)

Now let's get to his biggest offence. Aemond's eye.

Am I faulting him for loving Rhaenyra & Luke? No.

Was he as asshole for scolding Aemond over rumors instead of being worried for his well being? Yes.

The very least he could have done is make Luke apologize since he did disable Aemond for life, but NO, he has to make Aemond feel ever worse.

I know book!Aemond was a bully and an asshat ok (and what he does to Luke later isn't justified), but let's not pretend that he wasn't a victim in this particular situation.

"But he was a good father to Helaena! He loved her and her kids."

Wow, amazing how he got along well with the daughter who listened to his every whim and never once complained to him or demanded he listen to her desires.

He was also such an amazing father to her he let her get knocked up at 13 or 14 by her 15 year old brother who he forced her to marry when Rhaenyra didn't have to marry until she was 17. Truly father of the decade!

(Obviously the Rhaenyra thing is not great either but it's very different from being a literal middle schooler.)

Oh, and I'm definitely sure he definitely would have supported Helaena if she ever had bastards that were so obviously not Aegon's.

And wow, how amazing is it that he didn't neglect his teen daughter's children.

Truly something we should be praising him for, but let's remember if Luke ever cut out any of Helaena's children's eyes, you can sure bet beloved girldad Viserys would be on her side.

(Oh, and nothing is mentioned about his relationship with Daeron ever apart from the fact he wanted him to be besties with Jace. Not unlikely he may have forgotten he had a 5th child just like show!Viserys.)

[kitkatscabinet]

What if Aegon saw someone (maybe Otto, or Alicent, or one of reader’s septa’s) being cruel to reader? Like insulting her, belittling her, maybe even slapping her? Mans would be out for BLOOD

Also, i feel like Aegon would feel conflicted about having children with reader. Like on one hand he would absolutely LOVE to see her all preggo (and he’d love her breast milk even more, we all know that lol), but he would HATE that the child would take readers attention away from him

Na if Aegon ever saw or even heard about Otto laying his hands on or making you cry it’s over for grandsire. There is no plan, only rage and Aegon kills the man himself wherever he finds him.

If it's Alicent that's the issue he's still a ball of rage but he's more discreet. He'll go straight to Rhaenyra and Viserys, he tells his siblings, who tell the servants and soon enough the whole of King's Landing is demanding the Queen be punished for her crimes against reader.

I’ve been waiting for the children ask TURN IT UP 🗣️ (lets ignore the fact that I hate children and being pregnant is like my worst fear)

Love that we’ve all agreed Aegon has a breeding/pregnancy/mummy kink btw 🤝

Sweeter/less psycho Aegon is far more amenable to the idea of the actual children. Though he fears being a terrible parent like his were to him so he requires constant assurance from wifey that he won’t be like Viserys or Alicent.

He’s terrified. Of being a shitty father and of losing you.

Lots of tears, especially when he feels them kick for the time. He hovers, he's worried about losing you, missing potential milestones. Also he's a big fan of the way your body is changing. Aegon is a tits man (unfortunately for me and my flat ass) and he is more than happy to help you relieve any pain in any way possible.

He's not a fan however, of the way other people are admiring your body, nor of the fact he'll soon have to share you with baby.

When baby comes he's absolutely enchanted. Everybody's always like girldad Daemon and Aemond but come on guys, girldad Aegon. Baby girl has him wrapped around her finger just as much as you do.

Now a darker more possessive Aegon? yeah fuck them kids. He doesn't want any. Has never really wanted kids before and now that he actually has you there's no fuckin way he wants to have to share you with even more people. Especially something as needy as a baby.

Though you'd get pregnant pretty quickly with how often y'all fuck. Unfortunately for Aegon he is OBSESSED with pregnant you, He even tolerates all the mood swings, angry you is sexy. Crying you goes to him for comfort so that's a big win.

He's a little less tolerant of the ridiculous cravings at ridiculous times but that's why you've got a servant on hand to tend to your every whim.

Aegon doesn't really have much to do with baby until it's a little older. It's not like the kids gonna remember that its father wasn't there for it, and neither were you really with Aegon monopolising your time.

He'll never love any children anywhere near the way he loves you, but as they get older Aegon comes to see the benefits. His children adore you just as much as he does and as such it's bonus protectors for you. He likes to leverage his affection on them keeping their mum away from other people, on reporting her actions and spying on the court members for him.

[sena-seastar]

Bad Sleeping Habits

Dad!Aemond x Wife!Reader

Summary: Aemond has trouble being firm with your daughter.

A/N: This is just a little drabble I wrote. No beta, so I apologize for any spelling and grammar mistakes!

Aemond had always been a light sleeper, even more so after the birth of your daughter. He had always been the first to wake up and rush to her side anytime she made the slightest noise. So when he heard her shuffling out of bed in the middle of the night, he woke up immediately. He didn’t get up, instead choosing to wait and see what she was up to.

The two of you had been trying to get Daenys into the habit of sleeping in her own bed. To say it was a struggle would be an understatement. The two of you had let her sleep between you a few times, and apparently, she took that to mean she had to sleep in your bed every night.

Aemond didn’t honestly mind it. He loved every minute of it. He knows that once she gets older, he won’t get those moments when he can hold her close and have her sleep in his arms anymore. So he wants to hold on to her as long as he can. 

Aemond kept perfectly still as he felt the blanket at the bottom of the bed being tugged down. He used one of his hands to hold onto it so that it would not completely slip off the bed, as Daenys used it as a ladder to climb onto the bed. He pretends to be asleep, though he cracks his eye open just enough to watch his little girl, in case she slips.

She let out a little grunt as she successfully reached the top. Aemond doesn’t move as she climbs over him, most likely trying to take her usual place between the two of you.

He does his best not to cry out when her knee accidentally digs into the flesh of his thigh. He doesn’t want to frighten his little girl or, even worse, wake you up. So, he does his best to bear the pain.

He waits until she reaches the top of the bed before rolling over to face her. She freezes, her eyes wide open, knowing she’s been caught. Though her shock quickly turns to amusement. Daenys gives him a cheeky smile.

“Why are you out of bed?” He whispers. “Go back to sleep,” he scolds her playfully.

“Nuh-uh,” she shakes her head, making her little silver curls shake side to side.

 Daenys sits back on her heels—a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Aemond lifts his hands, trying to brace himself. He makes it just in time before she throws herself on top of him. Her little arms wrap around his shoulders, squeezing him tightly as she buries her face into his neck. Messy, silver curls tickle his nose. Aemond shakes his head, trying to push her hair away.

“Fine, you can stay,” he sighs, “but your mother won’t be pleased with us in the morning.”

He grabbed the blanket, pulling it over the both of them.

She yawned, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder. “Night, night, kepa.” 

“Goodnight, my little dragon.” He hummed, gently running his hand over her back.

Aemond stared up at the canopy, and once again, he found himself wondering how he had gotten here. What had he done to deserve such happiness? The man had always known he would marry and eventually have children someday. He was a Targaryen prince, after all. Yet he had never imagined it would make him feel so... content. 

“You spoil her too much,” you mumble drowsily.

Aemond turned his head, finding you with your head still buried in your pillow.

“She’s a princess. It's practically in the job description.” He smirked. “Besides, you don't seem to mind when I spoil you.”

“Fine,” you sigh. “But she’s sleeping in her own bed tomorrow.”

Aemond reached over and grabbed your hand. He lifted it, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Goodnight, my love.”

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

AEMOND TARGARYEN

I’d Rather Be Sad With You, Than Anywhere Away From You — @jasonsmirrorball

Idle Hands — @ultraintrovertedgryffindor

Mistletoe — @authurials

A Family’s Love (Modern!Aemond Targaryen) —@vhagarlovebot

An Eye For An Eye, A Child For A Child — @kitkatscabinet

Tell Me It’s Over — @squirmhoney

Unnoticed — @aemonds-sapphire

The Fool Who Thought He Could Kill His Wife — @bookofbonbon

Girldad!Aemond — @midnightsapphire

Dad!Aemond Imagine — @fictionalloverstuff

Aemond Targaryen Looking After His Wife and His Baby Girl — @daenysx

Aemond x Reader — @sapphire-writes

Poppies and Aster — @aemondsbeloved

No Matter What ⎢ Pt. 2 — @sapphire-writes

Dad!Aemond — @cambion-companion

Hide and Seek — @timetravelingpenguin1066

Battle Of Wits — @aemondsbeloved

Flowers — @sapphire-writes

DEFENDING JACOB

ANDY BARBER

Barber v. B.O.B. — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Brat Games — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

The Ache — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Baby Blush — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Handsy — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Plausible Deniability — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Straight A-Student — @jamneuromain

MCU

BUCKY BARNES/THE WINTER SOLDIER

Midnight Kisses & Stolen Confetti — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

You’ve Started Something — @catharsisfalls

Lessons In Love — @violentdelightsandviolentends

All Things Pink — @bucky-barnes-diaries

Protector — @vxntagedior

Enemies-to-Lovers w/ Husband!Bucky — @buckyalpine

Just Between Us — @mellowsaturns

THE RED SEA DIVING RESORT

ARI LEVINSON

You Know I Don’t Mind — @the-iceni-bitch

Taste Of Honey Masterlist — @imaginedreamwrite

Toxic Bf! Ari — @onsunnyside

Protection Masterlist — @mackenzielovee

I Can Tell — @faerieemetal .☘︎ ݁˖

Medfet — @babyjakes

Melting — @onsunnyside

Good For You — @flordematista

Higher Love Masterlist — @imaginedreamwrite

Biker!Ari x Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Sleepy Sex Session — @f10werfae

My Favorite Things — @ramp-it-up .☘︎ ݁˖

DBF!Ari — @onsunnyside

Sleepy Hollow — @onsunnyside

Sugar, (Gym), and Spice — @acatwriteshere .☘︎ ݁˖

[corviids]

girldad aemond to match boymom luke

[avonne-writes]

daemon puts the chastity belt on luke BUT hes also a woke girldad so he just gives luke the key

luke still lets aemond fuck around trying to come up with elaborate engineering schemes to open it like an idiot because its funny

This just keeps getting better! 😄

Edit: I caved in and also posted this on AO3 🙈

Luke is pinned to the sheets in Aemond's bed, his lips buzzing from the tide of clumsy, possessive kisses Aemond has been pressing to them since their clandestine rendez-vous started. He's already shirtless, with his golden pendant flopping around on his chest, when Aemond finally notices it. The intricately designed belt under Luke's smallclothes, a beautiful bronze.

His expression is priceless as he pushes Luke’s remaining clothes away - wide-eyed, gaping confusion. There's a small furrow between his brows as if he can't believe that he's being denied right there in the gate of pleasure. Laughter bubbles in Luke's lungs but he swallows it down with great effort. He doesn't wear the belt often, only when he believes that Aemond might try to take him, and the night has come at last.

"What trickery is this?" Aemond grunts, pawing at the device from all directions but unable to find a padlock to break. With good reason - Daemon had it made by Dragonstone's best locksmith. Only the best for his beloved family.

Luke fakes a crushed expression. "It's Daemon's way to ensure that my virtue remains intact until my betrothal."

"Virtue?" Aemond mumbles, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Not without reason, to be fair, given how many times they have kissed in dark, hidden alcoves around the castle. But Luke likes to play coy.

He pretends to be affronted. "Do you not think me untouched?"

Aemond leans down and follows a trail with his lips up from Luke's chest to his ear. "I don't." He chuckles, a sound that makes Luke shudder from want. "I've touched you before."

Luke pushes him away. "Not the way you wish to now."

Aemond sits back on his haunches, a light flush on his cheeks. His pale chest is bruised from a hard day in the training yard. Luke imagines pressing on those purpling shadows while he moves astride Aemond's cock, just to make him hiss and growl. A plan for later. "How am I to destroy this torture device then?"

Luke smiles like the sweetest sunshine that would melt even the most austere of lords. Aemond looks riveted by his light. "Well." He bites his lip, stroking the skin around his pendant. "You'll need to open it or force it apart."

The look Aemond gives Luke’s belt then is sharp as a wolf's on a prowl. He runs his palms over it again, pressing on each decorative carving, then turns Luke this way and that to have a better view. When he wedges his fingers under the waist of it and tries to pull, a vein throbbing on his forehead, Luke splutters a laugh.

"I'm ticklish." He rushes to explain before Aemond catches on.

Aemond ignores him, more focused on his task than on Luke, getting lost in his determination. He tries to squish Luke's soft thigh to make it fit through the gap, then realizes that the belt is stuck on Luke's hips and not his legs. Frustrated, he growls and jumps off the bed to root around in his chambers.

Luke stretches, smirking, playing with his pendant.

"Have you given up already? I thought you wanted me with the heat of dragonfire." He quotes the words Aemond purred to him in his foolish lust. "Perhaps I shall give Ser Corwyn a chance, I heard that he's skilled with metal."

Aemond is on him in an instant. "I'll sooner feed him his own intestines than let him steal what’s mine."

Luke's poor, confined cock throbs. He knots a hand in Aemond's ruffled hair and drags him down into a kiss. "You’d better hurry then. We only have until the morrow, and the future is uncertain. It may lead me to Ser Corwyn's arms after all."

"It will not." Aemond growls, then bites Luke's nipple, possessive and cruel, until Luke moans. It's to leave a mark, Luke knows, glad that he forbade Aemond to paint his neck with them.

A thumb rubs over the sore flesh almost as an apology. "Stay put."

Aemond steps away again. He picks up various tools he finds around his room and tries to pry Luke's belt off with them, failing every time. Luke's amusement is the sparkling wine from Pentos he and Jace drank that one time. He can't help but giggle every now and then as Aemond struggles. At one point, he just lies back and smiles up at the ceiling, the skin-warm gold around his neck resting on his lips.

It's only when he hears the sound of a sword being drawn that he sits up in alarm. "What are you doing?"

There's sweat on Aemond's forehead and a new bruise on his hand from one of his failed attempts, and his gaze seems manic. His fingers flex around the weapon in his right. "Let us see which is the stronger metal. I will not be defeated by that cursed contraption."

"Wait!" Luke exclaims, holding out his arms. When Aemond blinks, he beckons him closer and sits him down, stroking his bare chest and shoulders until he calms. He kisses Aemond's temple, then his eyelids, and when the look Aemond gives him once again becomes dazed and filled with desire, he curls Aemond's fingers around the golden pendant Daemon gave him all those months ago.

"Let me help you, uncle."

[youraverageaemondsimp]

girldad aemond headcanon.

moments after reader gave birth to a boy, aemond could not help but feel a bit disappointed. after all, he wanted a little girl that would be as fierce, kind and intelligent as her mother. but, alas, he was blessed with a boy. the disappointment was recorded by many historians, which was quite uncommon for a prince. even eye witness accounts by the midwives confirmed it.

aemond: a boy? oh man!

reader: *face looking like a tomato* aemond! you'd better love your first born son!

aemond: i mean, sure that he is wonderful but, do you have anymore in there?

reader: *sweating. cranky. tired. bloated. fed up* aemond!

after three more tries, the happy couple was then blessed with a daughter who ruled, protected and led the realm to prosperity for years to come.

Bro wanted a girl and didn't give up trying until he got his daughter 😭🙏🏻

[scaly-freaks]

Is it just me or would Aegon and Viserys have gotten along really nicely character wise if Viserys hadn’t decided to distance himself from him to show loyalty to Rhaenyra and hadn’t gotten so ill? I wonder how he would have turned out

He would have, because Viserys willingly overlooks the bad aspects of his family members' behaviour until he absolutely must stare them in the face (see: Daemon). It's why the show is so confusing yet again because they tell us he's a 'nice guy' but it's not shown very well. In the books, he clearly has a strong attachment to Helaena and her children, and loves spending time with them. He was present in Aemond's life to the point of goading him into claiming Vhagar if he was "bold enough" and Aemond put value on his father's opinion enough to be annoyed by this and go ahead and do exactly that.

There isn't much of a mention on Aegon and Viserys's relationship in the books, but with how needy Aegon appears to be for parental approval on the show, it's impossible Viserys wouldn't have noticed.

That being said, in the books, Viserys wasn't dealing with a chronic illness that left his mind half withered , so maybe his children were too much to deal with a lot of the time and he'd rather be drugged out. I think he could have transformed Aegon into a mini-me but he just didn't bother because he was too busy focusing on how he failed with Rhaenyra. The show made the mistake of giving him too much of a "girldad!" angle whilst sacrificing other aspects of his character. Plenty of men irl are obtuse enough to see their kid suffering due to their actions, not blame themselves for it and just move on. He didn't even do right by Rhaenyra in the end so what was it all for? He barely even paused to consider what he did to Aemma except for a stray comment right before he died.

The only reason I can think that Viserys put distance between himself and Aegon is that Aegon reminded him too much of Daemon. His younger brother was also too "needy" when it came to his approval, and I get the feeling Viserys didn't really want to accept the burden of that so he'd just smile and pretend he didn't see Daemon disintegrating. Aegon might have suffered from the same brush.

But of course this is all conjecture because this wonderful show leaves us to fill in gaps we really wouldn't have to ponder if the story were formulated better.