#i’m gonna protect babygirl <3 at all costs

[vhagarlovebot]

this is just me rambling about aemond’s personality. i see a lot of people saying he’s cruel just for the sake of it when there is so much more. if you read it, thank u. <3

aemond targaryen can be though, scary and agressive, very challenging too. you only need to look at the prince to know that. he exudes authority and confidence, everyone respects him because he has earned that. he’s determinated to get what he wants and we see that when he claims vhagar (the abuse he suffered has a lot to do with that), and he’s very aware that he is the best option to be king, not his brother. because he’s the one who studies history and philosophy, he’s the one who trains with the sword, he’s the one who rides the largest dragon in the world. not the drunkard of his brother who does not want the throne, who begged him to let him run away. aemond knows his brother should not be the king but he supports him, he supports his mother, his family; that’s why he did not do anything, he really thought about his words because then he would’ve the opportunity to claim the throne but what he wants is not a priority. duty means a lot to him. he has been raised that way.

aemond is controlling, he wants people to obey him, he likes to give orders and use people to get what he wants, what he needs. other people emotions (outside his family) do not matter to him (not much) if he has a goal in mind.

aemond can be impulsive, bold and direct. but aemond is also hurt, he was abused and bullied as a child, he lost an eye, and you can’t get over it like it does not matter, it’s not something easy to forget, it doesn’t have to be. he did what he did in that moment (the dinner-pig moment) because it was the only right way to react for him. he’s traumatized and angry, he wants someone to pay, but he also did it out of impulse, because he was fucking angry. and it wasn’t just for that specific moment, he’s been carrying that anger since he was a child, bullied by his own brother and nephews.

aemond can be all this things but he’s also someone who just wants to make his mother, his family, proud. he’s craving the praise because growing up no one, besides his mother, acknowledged him. he felt the need to prove himself and everyone around that he could be well-educated, always studying and learning everything he could. that he could also be the best swordsman in the seven kingdoms; he tried to compensate not having a dragon by doing all those things.

the abuse he suffered forced him to hide under that “scary prince look”, when deep down aemond is caring and attentive. he has so much to give but no one to give to. he loves his mother, he would do anything for her, she’s the only one who has always defended him, she was the only one to show him some kind of love. his father never loved or cared about him, his siblings suffered the same as him, so aemond does not know much about love, or how to be affectionate. he only knows cruelty and pain.

aemond wasn’t raised to hate his nephews. they forced him to hate them themselves by the way they always mocked and bullied him. aemond even tried to be there for jace and be friendly at laena’s funeral but it was jace who gave him the cold shoulder. it was also viserys fault, always showing his preference for rhaenyra and her children, it was his own mother and her rivalry with rhaenyra. it was also luke’s fault, taking away an important part of him. it was not aemond’s fault he grew up feeling the way he feels about them.

then what are you expecting from a boy who was so wronged like aemond? be fucking for real and realize how complex aemond targaryen really is. he’s not the way he is just because, there are a lot of fucking reasons.

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prompts:  "That sounds illegal. I’m in” |“Don’t you realize, I was born to die” | "He/She, is alive”

wordCount: 1.1k pairing: taehyungxreader genre: angst | smut length: one shot | request- triggers: mature content,police, cussing,  mentions of “daddy” and “babygirl”

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     He distinctly remembered the very first time you changed his whole world, along with the words that made him almost instantly infatuated on you. "That sounds illegal. I'm in." your sultry voice rippled his whole skin, filling his chest with a sensation he had never felt before in his short life- complete.

"Bonnie and Clyde?," He snorted a laugh at the remark of the interviewer. The handcuffs on his wrists and heels rattled while he shifted position leaning forward towards the recorder."No..." he licked his dry lips prolonging the moment until he gets to answer. Kim Taehyung liked an audience. He was dramatic and of histrionic nature: with a sole glance from his big brown, wild eyes he knew how to make a person shiver to his core in fear, and at the very same time, he would use that very same ability to bewitch his prays into his lair. He smirked more to himself than for the interviewer and finally replied "More like...Y/N and Taehyung"

There was something about the simplicity of how your scent invaded his lungs every time you had sex that drove him completely over the edge in a matter of seconds. Was it that maybe Taehyung was in love ? Or was it this raw animal instinct of having you under his control that riled him up? He never really knew, but you were an addiction to him, just like his addiction to the adrenaline of doing something bad, like running away from the law,or even the addiction to the dopamine released on his brain each time he stared at his bounty right after committing the crime, either one of them and all together- you were everything at the same time.

Taehyung pounded into you, the lewd sound of their flesh flapping together muffled by the loud sultry moans that increase in pitch as you high is nearer with his rough thrusts. "Taehyung..." you pleaded to him, making him melt completely. The thin hairs sticking to his forehead by the big drops of sweat, his eyes closed and mouth agape contorting in a smile filled with pleasure, your nails digging deep into his flesh, in comparison to his arousal are nothing but a mere uncomfortable pain put aside. He was close.

In the twilight room Taehyung's fingers clawed on your skin and like that, with both their releases, they became one; one mind with one goal and purpose, each utterly drunk with love for the other and an uncontrollable need to be wrongful.

"Seems like we got ourselves in a bit of a mess, babe." you chuckled one time, the twinkling blue lights of the police were almost reaching the side of the car.

Taehyung stepped on the gas, taking it all the way down; he was not about to let police catch them like this. The road ahead was only lit by the headlights of their vehicles and the police's, the sound of the sirens and the roar of the engine reverberating in the darkness. From the cracked front windshield it looked as if it had no end, but Taehyung was not gonna give up; he knew he could out-wit them easily, like he had done many times before.

"Babygirl..." he softly began to ask while looking through the rare-mirror. "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything, Daddy" you replied instantly without hesitation.

"Grab the wheel for me?" he politely requested while not taking his eyes off the cars chasing behind.

You nodded and took on the steering wheel once Taehyung moved lightly away making room for you to sit on his side. He then shifted on his place taking a gun off from the back seat and rolling down the window to expertly start shooting against the police.

One bullet, two,three— soon enough he was releasing the magazine to reload. You loved the thrill of the chase, how you always felt so free and empowered by it. You loved the intoxication that elicited breaking the rules almost as much as you loved him. But once you heard the popping of one of the car tires, probably due to one of the blue's behind finally getting a good shot in the attempt to stop them, you knew it was time to make probably the hardest decision of your short life.

Taehyung noticed how the car was leaning to the left and turned to you "Babyg-?" his words were muted by the clashing of your lips against his, you took the sensation of his chapped lips and made sure to memorize everything about them, internally well aware this would be the last time you would ever touch them again. "What are you doing?" he asked, surprised by your actions.

You smiled at him softly, eyes flooded in tears and replied "Don’t you realize, I was born to die" with a swift movement you pull the handle of the car door, putting your whole body weight forcing Taehyung outside of the moving vehicle. He shouts at you before being pushed but you already made up your mind- you must protect him at all costs.

Taehyung's body impacts on the ground, the speed of the car was such that the whiplash of it lefts him injured once he stops rolling around over the dirt. He is aching all over but his eyes immediately search for the lights of the cars that surpassed him. There, in the distance, Taehyung manages to find the lights of his own car, he knew the cops will eventually caught up with it, but he didn't give a fuck- that was until you kissed him. He always told how mad you were for trying to take a bullet for him once before, and that you should never do it again, yet your stubbornness always won and kept on the mindset of sacrificing for him- the only thing he hated about you.   He was thinking on how much scolding you were gonna get after all this was over when a big wall of smoke and flames light up the night sky-and Taehyung screamed.

The interviewer stops recording after the prisoner starts to cry. There is something about his face that triggers an empathy for him. The guards outside told him about this thing he had- "Allurement" they said.

"Mr.Kim..." the interviewer calls at him. Taehyung looks up, sniffing his sorrows away, his eyes glistening with tears. "She is alive." he announces, not bearing the thought of seeing him upset- what is this need to comforting him? they wonder.

Taehyung tilts his head lightly and look at the interviewer with skeptic eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"She is alive,Mr Kim." he assured him. "They never found her body in the flames."

Taehyung shoots up incorporating from his chair, he tried to walk to call for the guard but the chains on his heels don't let him move. he then turns to the interviewer and pleads "Tell them, I need to make a call."

[vhagarlovebot]

confession time. . . i really don’t like when fanfic writers write the dinner-pig scene and minimize it. maybe you’re doing it for the sake of the plot but AEMOND IS TRAUMATIZED. he never got an apology, only his mother stood by his side when he lost his eye— he LOST AN EYE. and his spoiled little nephew thought it was funny to laugh over something that it pains him and hasn’t forgotten. he’s only saying the truth the only way he can because (again) he’s traumatized and angry, he’s hurting. so yeah— aemond reacted the only way he knows and (maybe) it was not the best but remember that he’s still this little abused child in the inside.

besties— let’s not minimize aemond’s trauma. we can write the scene validating his feelings.