#not jealous bitter aemond lmfao

[lightningandfireinmybones]

i’ve reread your prompt fics so many times by now and it just gets better everytime whether it be tdopom or these little ficlets you are way way way too good at this. what you have created from a character that doesn’t exist & a character we know only little about is just commendable. always in awe of your talent.

i know aemond tries is hardest not too get too drunk at parties but maybe he saw cregan & dalton flirt with valaena too much & he promised valaena “no bloodshed tonight” so he just drinks to suppress his rage and valaena has to take care of him now. could the audience please get a oneshot with this?

Thank you my love🖤 i am soft for this, appreciate it so much!!!

“You told me not to fight!” Aemond gesticulates broadly with his arm, nearly taking out the eye of a passing pedestrian on the sidewalk. Valaena mouths an apology at the disgruntled gentleman, thanking every deity she can think of that they’re only half a block from their own place at this point. As troublesome as Aemond was when he was raring for a fight, she thinks drunk Aemond might be worse.

“And your solution was to drink instead?” Valaena is supporting half of Aemond’s weight, his much taller frame bowing over hers. She contemplates the wisdom of calling Jace or Daeron to help her get Aemond up the stairs to their bed, but decides against it. Sober Aemond doesn’t care for others in their bedroom, she doesn’t think “I-got-drunk-because-my raging-jealousy-is-a-social-hindrance” Aemond would like it much better. 

“Every time I wanted to take out my knife, I simply took a drink instead. No bloodshed!” Aemond takes out a knife from his boot, twirling it around his fingers with a clumsy sort of grace.

Valaena hastily snatches it back from him, tucking it down into the hidden sheath in his left boot again.

“And I’m very proud of you for that, you know I prefer my friend’s blood inside their body,” Valaena says wryly, navigating Aemond up the first step of their stoop to their brownstone.

Aemond scowls, leaping up the next couple stairs on his own, landing heavily against their black front door. If it wasn’t for the fact he was swaying slightly, he’d paint an intimidating picture, the tall prince clad in all black leather, tattoos peaking past the hem of his jacket and the collar of his shirt, long hair braided back on the top.

“If they were really your friends, they wouldn’t try to fuck you every chance they get,” he snarls, the menace lost a bit when he slurs a bit on the end of ‘chance.’

“Aemond,” Valaena says soothingly, pressing the brass key into the lock, “they’re not trying to fuck me. The only one who tries to fuck me every chance they get is you.”

The door swings open, the dimly lit hallway inviting them in. Valaena offers Aemond her hand, if only to make sure he doesn’t storm off to try to find Cregan and Dalton again. He takes it easily, swaying some more as he passes the threshold.

“Well, I’m your husband. I’d be stupid not to try to fuck you every chance I get,” Aemond is speaking very clearly, determined not to slur.

Usually, Aemond holds his liquor well, refusing to lose any sort of vigilance or awareness. That fact that he’s gotten so drunk tonight should worry Valaena, but he’s softer with just her, less careful about his words like this. Plus, she likes taking care of him.

Now in familiar territory, Aemond half stumbles to the couch, collapsing deeply into it and staring at the unlit fireplace like it’ll offer all the answers in the world.

“And I am not a shtupid man, Shweet Wife,” Aemond is slurring worse now, the final shot she’d tried, and failed, to take from him pushing him over the edge. “Take off your clothesssssss.”

Valaena kicks off her heels at the entry, unceremoniously dropping her several thousand dollar pound bag to the floor. She wants to laugh, to yell, to ask Aemond why he thinks he can still fuck her properly when he can’t even stand up straight. Unfortunately, she loves this idiot so much she just feels soft when she looks at his sprawled form, running his hand over her favorite throw pillow like he’s fascinated with the texture. 

“How about for every thing you do for me, I’ll take off one item of clothing? That’s a deal I would only ever offer my husband, never a friend,” she entices, dropping her coat far away from Aemond as she walks past him into the kitchen. If he throws up, she wants to make sure it’s not on the coat his mother gave her for her birthday that she thinks may have cost more than some people’s cars. 

She fills a tall glass with water, grabs paracetamol, a protein bar because she knows he won’t eat the croissant even this fucking plastered.  

“Depends on what you want me to do for you,” Aemond is switching between speaking English with a Valyrian accent and Valyrian with an upper-crust British accent. “What do I have to do to see  your tits?”

Bringing Aemond the water, Valaena wraps Aemond’s fingers around the glass and pushes it towards his mouth.

“Drink this, and I’ll take my top off for you,” she promises.

Aemond chugs the glass so fast some slops down his front and she has to pretend like she doesn’t like the view. 

“Good boy,” Valaena smiles, patting Aemond’s wet cheek.

He snarls, or tries to, at the condescension in her tone, but she takes her shirt off and he shuts up immediately, staring hungrily at her.

“Bra too.”

“If you can get yourself up to bed, I’ll give you the strip tease of your life.”

Valaena hasn’t even finished speaking when Aemond is running up the stairs, the banging of his body into the walls giving her good status of his progress. When the banging steps come to a halt where their bed should be, Valaena follows, taking her sweet time, refilling the water.

As she suspected, by the time she strolls into their bedroom, Aemond is down to just his boxers,  passed out cold. Valaena sets the water, meds, and protein bar on the bedside table next to him, rolling him onto his side and making sure the rubbish bin is within reach.

In sleep, he looks so peaceful, mouth slack and eyelashes fluttering. She can’t wait to curl into his back, to hold onto him through it all like he does to her because she loves this idiot, for worse or for better.

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Bitter tea LET'S GOOOO 👀⁉️

And just when I thought aemond would stop seeing alys even when he visits harrenhal for other stuff he goes right back to her! I wonder if he will do anything once he realises that alys is getting in the way of the reader (fakely) loving him (cause I remember he was all simpy like 'i won't let anyone get in between us' in earlier chapters), like the reader can twist and manipulate threads into the situation seeming that way 😳

Honestly I believe aemond would've discarded her if she wasn't a witch, he's there for that extra futuristic reassurance from her (prophecies and all) and also mommy issues! I hate alys for the main reason that she gives aemond pleasure, he deserves NONE, he only deserves pain❗but the reader is suffering ugh, at this point I volunteer to be the reader's paramour (self-love???? LMFAO me x myself), I literally would simp for alys if she makes aemond suffer 🥺

Also the poor reader feeling like she's a whore made me feel so bad for her, she did something she would never do just to sway him towards her, only for aemond to jump back to square one, it's gonna be trial and error but I hope she doesn't back down! Gotta milk the fuck out of aemond cause he's such a powerful pawn rn.

Also I was going to write at the beginning of the chapter about how you should make the reader and aemond do the deed in the 69 position next chapter cause it will be chapter 69 (I KNOW THE JOKE IS CHILDISH BUT IT'S SO SILLY😭😭) but then the ending 😨😨

why do all of my asks get long bro, I'm so sorry 😭

I love these long ass asks like you wouldn’t believe !!! 😂

Aegon is definitely sending Aemond to Harrenhal for no reason but to start drama between reader and cyclops 🤪😂 Aegon you messy bitch!

If reader continued with the path she’s going on she could get Aemond to do anything for her. This man is a Grade A Simp. Man is obsessive, protective and jealous, what more could we need ?

Alys giving Aemond the mummy reassurance that he so desperately needs makes me giggle 😭 like he clearly has a mummy kink… and I kinda wanna write a chapter on it LMAO 😭💀

Chapter 69 lmao 😂😭