#help aemond

[royal-husbands]

Aegon, speaking on the phone: how did people live without technology before? Aemond, rather tired of Aegon's constant calls: pretty fine [in the past] Aegon: you can't be reached! why don't you answer?? Aemond: stop climbing through my window!

[silver-dragonborn]

Cole looking so horrified and heartbroken by what he just witnessed Aemond nearly do will never stop making me laugh. Sir, you practically raised those boys and taught them viciousness, cruelty, and dishonorable tactics in your quest to get back at Rhaenyra. You have continuously inserted yourself in the private affairs of the royal family and pitted your charges against their nephews without stopping to think about the consequences. You prepared them to wage war against their blood, spread misery, sow deceit, and commit kinslaying.

Don't look so surprised now that the fruits of your labor are finally yielding the shit you fucking planted all because a teenage girl wouldn't run away to be poor with you, you fucking twat.

[myfandomprompts]

I have no words

EWAN MITCHELL replying to questions from fans.

[whateverthought]

"How dare Aemond demand Helaena fight in the War?!"

She has the Second-Largest Dragon. The Big Bad Bronze Fury is smaller than her. They don't have enough dragons, their army can't fight them all off.

"But Helaena's not a fighter!"

Who is? While I'll admit there is danger in dragon-fighting, both Rhaenys are examples, but how do you train for that? And in Times of Peace? And against bastards who have to learn a whole new language, the only thing the rider can actually do/has the power to do in the air, even though at least 1 is definitely illiterate, and neither are Knights either.

"But she doesn't Want to!"

It's War! Her son was just Murdered! Even if she wasn't furious, it's WAR!

[honeybeeisblog]

ཻུ۪۪♡꧁. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 ✬꧂ ཻུ۪۪♡

, small little imagine lmk if you want me to keep writing and any pairings you would like to see!!

(hotd x reader / platonic- give ships ideas!)

Reader is described with typical velaryon/ Targaryen features. Brown skin- white hair- lavender eyes!

Word count: idk

Imagine being Rhaenyra Targaryen’s eldest daughter.

The firstborn and the only true child of her first marriage, a girl with golden brown skin, luminous lavender eyes, and that unmistakable curly silvery gold hair.

You grew up alongside Aegon and Helaena, and soon Aemond followed. You were cherished by all, especially by your mother and father. To Laenor, you were a miracle, the sweet child he had long hoped for after nights of tears and frustration. You were the only child he would ever truly sire, a bond that could never be replicated.

With Rhaenyra, the bond was different still. You were her first child, her first daughter. Her first and truest love. After long hours of agony and fear, you came into the world healthy and strong, a happy babe that seemed to glow from within.

But that golden glow would one day be extinguished. When the war came and Lucerys was lost, your light waned, blushed crimson by grief and loss.

Then came Jacaerys, and soon after, more brothers. But their appearances were… different. No lavender eyes, no silvery hair. Instead, olive skin, deep brown locks, the color of earth and soil. They were beautiful, yes but they weren’t like you. Not like the dragon blood you bore.

At first, no one thought much of it. After all, Rhaenys herself possessed dark hair perhaps this was just a quirk of heritage. Just a coincidence.. until it happened again, and again. Whispers began to rise in the court. questions meant to sting. The freshest of gossip, that involved the female heir.

But you, too young to understand the implications, loved your brothers nonetheless. No matter the color of their hair or the shade of their skin, no matter the whispers that passed like a blade through the court, you remained golden

I hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know if you would Like me to continue this.

[florisbaratheons]

Absolutely bizarre that I just had to read that Aemond apparently deserved having his eye cut out because he was *checks notes* - mean to Baela and Rhaena, hit them after they hit him first, and picked up a rock to defend himself after Jace slashed at him with a knife. Oh, and he called Jace and Luke bastards. How could I forget? (sarcasm)

I feel like anyone who has that much rage at a fictional character, let alone a child, has a lot of trauma in their past and they are letting out their anger at what they can because they cannot let out their anger at whoever actually hurt them.

[persephryne]

Stannis Baratheon and Aemond Targaryen whenever they experience the slightest inconvenience

[evagreen-stories]

HotD Ep 08 Season finale - Spoiler alert!

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I just saw the scene where Alicent goes to see Rhaenyra in Dragonstone in the Season finale and HOLY SHIT WTF WAS THAT?!

She is literally telling Rhaenyra when Aemond will leave, telling her to attack then and assuring Rhaenyra that she will surrender Kings Landing to her without a fight.

WTF?!

This season is ONE BIG JOKE.

WTF is going on in that writers room?

Unless this is some elaborate promotion stunt where they purposefully shot these scenes to leak them and then the finale end up being totally different, I will have no more reason to watch this show at all.

Season 2 has already been weak in writing and I'm scared they will ruin it beyond saving.

[kjwaikiki]

Hey guys I need help finding a fic. I’m pretty sure it is on ao3.

The basic plot is that Alicent has always been in love with Rhaenyra and never really challenges her like in the show (she is a little obsessed). She still wears the green dress to Rhaenyra’s wedding but Alicent is wearing the dress to declare war on Laenor not Rhaenyra. Alicent passes on her obsession to her children who all are obsessed with Rhaenyra’s children.

I think the whole Driftmark fiasco is handled as Alicent and Aemond basically blame Daemon and his daughters for everything and really hate them, viewing them as thieves.

There are strong themes of jealousy and it is mainly from Alicent and her children’s pov.

I’m hoping that someone can tell me the name of this fic and hopefully it hasn’t been deleted. Thanks!

[doe-drawz]

I LOVE YOU AEMOND ONE-EYE !!!

Anywayss he devours any scene he’s in and he’s my muse . Its a bonus he also rides my favorite dragon and green+blue just suits him so well

Please enjoy these various doodles of Aemond, the green vers. Is a first draft of the larger piece where I actually think i nailed what i was going for working it through a second timee

[bietrofastimoff23]

"There's a gritted-teeth-ness about it, because these guys [Aegon&Aemond] are her nephews, however appallingly badly they've behaved and are behaving and however dangerous they are. <…> At the same time, they're her family, too." - Eve Best.

Rhaenys was about to fly away, but that look of hers, when she looks back and sees Vhagar circling around Sunfyre, makes it clear that she realized that the fire was not meant for her.

and I know that she doesn't care about the lives of smallfolk, but, apparently, she does care about blood ties to some extent, even if this relationship does not go beyond the formality. therefore, I am inclined to believe that she returned to the fight because although the war between relatives is terrible, there is nothing worse than attacking your own brother with whom you are on the same side.

She saw how monstrous and menacing the nature of Aemond was, who for his own purposes did not disdain to betray Aegon and get rid of him in such a cruel way, so Rhaenys was determined, if not to kill him, then to die trying.

# in the past aemond needed protection from the world; and now the world needs protection from aemond

[annagotopaul]

guys, do you remember a modern au lucemond fanfic where aemond and luke are kind of seeing each other secretly but it's an on and off thing? i know that could be a thousand fics, but i remember the resolution comes after aemond and luke have a car accident caused by aemond when their relationship is discovered and he completely loses it cuz nobody knew he was gay/bi. they were on a romantic trip actually when this happened.

luke is fine, but he needs surgery and aemond is heartbroken. he tries to reach him after he's out of the hospital, but luke never answers because his phone was off. lmao, i know it's not much info, but i've been looking for it for like an hour and i can't find it :(

another detail: alys is a journalist that specializes in targ gossip. aemond actually told her that luke was gay when he was a teen which wreaked even more chaos... and trauma for luke. alicent also tried to set aemond with jeyne arryn who's younger and gay, too.

The story has a happy ending tho. I even remember the last line going something like: "... In the arms of the man he loved".

if somebody remembers the title, i would really appreciate it 🫂

[silver-dragonborn]

"B-but Aegon would never treat his brother like that! He would never do something like this!"

No.

Aegon II has already done something like this and will continue to do something like this because he can. Now that he has a crown on his fat fucking head, he will resume his torment of Aemond because now that he's the most powerful man in Westeros, no one, not even Saint Alicent, can stop him from torturing his family and exposing their humiliations to outsiders like his frat house Kingsguard.

[lunarflux]

my dark companion (cont)

aemond targaryen x fem!reader

genre—smut, dark romance song inspo—sleep token - chokehold summary— Aemond indulges in his twisted desires with a woman who knows his every need. They meet in secret, their passion driven by his anger and her willingness to submit to his painful advances. Aemond craves her, yet despises the intimacy that follows. He questions why she always returned to him, knowing that she did not love or care for him. The cycle of desire and anger persists, leaving him yearning for more, caught in a tormented state until their next encounter. note: just like... a touch of smut (no, the second half is def smut). Takes place right after Rooks Rest.

After Aemond departed on Vhagar, Alicent found Adiel in his apartment. She was reading, as expected, and did not appear to be surprised at the visitor. Alicent sat beside her, forcing a smile.

“Are you well?”

Adiel grinned as she closed her book, “Quite. Though I’m sure my Queen is anxious at the thought of her son going to a battle.”

“Aemond can take care of himself,” Alicent nodded.

“Then what brought upon this sudden visit?”

Alicent didn’t know how to prod further about the nature of Adiel and Aemond’s relationship. Knowing now that Aegon had known about Aemond’s whereabouts in Flea Bottom, she now had more questions than before, though she knew neither of her sons would willingly give her the answers she desired.

Adiel waited patiently, folding her hands in her lap, “Something troubles you. Is it Aemond? Or His Grace, perhaps?”

“My sons have had a complicated relationship since infancy.”

“And yet, they still became men.”

Alicent almost scoffed.

“The King is bothered by me, is he not?” Adiel tilted her head in speculation.

Alicent, despite knowing better, was still surprised.

“The childish actions of a boy blessed with a crown do not concern me, my Queen. I am simply air in a space his lungs cannot reach—silent and out of the way, and yet my very existence bothers him.”

“Adiel, you are as unfamiliar to the King as you are to me. Lord Larys heard nary a whisper of you around the Keep, and you should know that is not common,” she pinched the bridge of her nose, “You must see how we might have questions”

“I would find it peculiar if you didn’t.”

“You didn’t seem… particularly happy when presented with Aemond’s proposal,” Alicent started as she recalled the uncomfortable conversation, “And yet, my son seems… comfortable.”

“I wasn’t happy,” Adiel replied simply.

“Is this all a trick, then?”

“What?”

“You playing the role of a dutiful wife. Tending to his needs, filling his bed,” Alicent looked about the room, finding it to be pristine and put together.

Adiel’s laugh never sat right with Alicent’s stomach. Something about the way she reacted seemed so unusual, “He merely changed his position on the board, and it was one I was not familiar with.”

“So, it’s a game… You don’t love him.”

“Do you care if I love him?”

Alicent stared. Truthfully, yes, she cared. Though it seemed as if this was the first time she experienced this level of concern for the younger boy in some time.

“If that is the answer you’re searching for, then yes, I do love him. Only perhaps, it is not the love most people are familiar with.”

“I don’t understand.”

Adiel leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in thought, “He was always so sad.”

“Sad?”

“Could you not tell? Aemond speaks a language only I understand.”

“High Valyrian—”

“—Pain,” Adiel’s eyebrows furrowed, “His Grace might find himself if he found a woman who speaks that language.”

“Aegon is childish. Almost cruel, but he is more so ignorant.”

“Have you ever once tried to speak to your sons’ pain?” She asked suddenly, “Aemond’s only fault was that he let me see it once… The disappointment in his face that others overlooked. It only took a second for me to see what he needed. It wasn’t just a body in his bed—it was a recipient of his anger. An empty room to scream his pain—cast it out to the silence.

“A body that feels nothing is the only remedy for a soul that feels everything. I could not tell you which of us is the other. Only that he soon found himself whole. A man’s power resides, not in his loins, but in his awareness of his needs. He found what he needed, and I held it—dangled it in front of his face until it drove us both mad.”

Alicent’s face slowly twisted at her words, “That is not love, Adiel.”

“Is it not?” Adiel chuckled, “To desperately need someone, finding solace only in their touch—to bear all. Body, soul, shame, and all else we hold dear. I laid myself before him, and it was he who deemed me valuable. Love is a choice, my Queen. I chose him.”

“But are you sure he would choose you?”

“That… Is only something Prince Aemond would know. And I have yet to question otherwise,” Adiel smiled once more. “What is the reason you doubt your son’s intentions?”

“Aemond is… He’s detached,” Alicent tried to reason, “I’m sure you know what happened at Storm’s End. He already turned his back on his obligations with this marriage. You must understand why we have our suspicions.”

“Suspicions are normal when you don’t see things clearly, my Queen.”

Alicent sneered, almost finding the comment insulting.

“I see Aemond for what he is,” Adiel sat back again, “Do you?”

The elder continuously found herself speechless especially when faced with a foreign logic.

“I see a king trapped in a Prince’s body. A dragon imprisoned in a rider. I saw a boy’s pain turn into a man’s rage,” Adiel lowered her voice, “I cannot say the same for the others in this court. I do not control what I can see and what they cannot. Willful blindness is a deadly fault that isn’t easily unlearned.”

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Aemond left Vhagar on the shores, quietly pushing passed the King’s Guard and to his apartment. There, Adiel sat by the fire, near sleep but still waiting for his return. She stirred as he shut the door, and the scent of dragon fire and smoke emitted from his coat. He approached her slowly, but she turned before he could reach her. The fatigue on her face left her eyes narrowed, drowsy but alluring.

He held out his hand, and she rose.

Adiel reached for the grayed streaks in his hair as the aroma of soot reached her.

“Not a scratch,” she hummed, running her fingers down his face before undoing the top knot on his jacket.

Aemond grabbed her wrist, holding it away. He stepped forward until Adiel’s back hit the wall. His grip tightened, and suddenly she felt his free hand around her neck.

“Down,” his eye bore into her, closer and closer, “On your knees.”

Aemond released his grip, and she lowered herself. She gazed upward as he undid his coat, casting it away before undoing his shirt. He ran his fingers through her hair before taking a fistful, pulling her head back to see him clearly as he continued to undress.

A gruff, deep groan pushed up passed his throat when her lips wrapped around his already engorged member. The sounds of her labored breaths each time his cock hit the back of her throat, knocking her back against the wall so she had nowhere else to turn, clouded over his mind, replacing all that had occurred hours before. He held himself inside her, feeling the trembles of her tongue as she struggled to breathe. Adiel held herself steady against his thigh until he pulled back, and she gasped with tears running down her cheeks.

Aemond forced her up.

It hadn’t been long since they’d last hungrily taken each other, but she could feel there was something different.

His eye flickered down as he cast away the leather patch to reveal the sapphire beneath, “Take it off.”

The switch was so subtle. Where his anger might have led him to push her onto his bed and take her without hesitation, it was only his command she chose to oblige to. She undid the ties on her dress, slowly—painfully slowly, and once she was bare, she led him to their bed. She leaned back and parted her legs.

Aemond positioned himself, but when Adiel thought he she would feel him, she sat up. He eased her back down with a slight shake of his head, “Patience.”

Adiel understood as he lowering himself until the scent of her enveloped him. When his tongue met her folds, she moaned, and her legs trembled at the sensation. As soon as she did, he stopped, staring at her until she bit her lip.

Silence.

Aemond placed his hands on her thighs and pulled her closer, so that she had no choice but to rest her legs on his shoulders as he continued—his lips rhythmically moving up and down, sipping every drop of her until it dripped down his chin. When her back arched, he released her, keeping her on the edge of sanity.

Adiel ached, and she did all she could to keep from twisting and writhing in the absence of his touch. Aemond placed his finger just above her lips, then trailed his hand down the curve of her chest, hovering so she could only feel the faintest bit of warmth.

“Aemond—”

“—I said, patience.”

Adiel did as she was told. He stood before her just watching as her chest rose and fell while the agony slowly washed over her face. He wanted to see her crave him until she went mad, to want him and then feel the pain of withdrawal.

Without taking his gaze off her, his fingers teased her core, one finger at a time dragging against her clit. She whimpered, closing her legs, but he forced her knees apart, holding one leg down to the bed as he continued. Mercilessly, twisting and turning, dipping into her core only for a moment, Aemond watched her struggle to hold back her moans until tears trickled down her cheeks.

He held out his hand and beckoned her. She met his fingers, taking them in her mouth. He stroked her hair gently and nodded at her obedience.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

“I—” Adiel struggled to catch her breath, “Please.”

“No,” he wrapped his fingers around her neck, “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me—please—”

Aemond squeezed tighter until the air caught in her throat, “Who do you belong to?”

“You—”

“—Who do you belong to,” he repeated.

“I belong to you, my Prince—”

“—King,” he grunted, roughly plunging his fingers deep inside her, “You belong to me.”

“—Yes,” she furiously nodded in between whimpers, “Yes, my King—”

Aemond threw her down, taking her fiercely without hesitation. He pinned her waist down, and with each thrust of his hips, the bed creaked beneath them. Adiel could no longer hold back her pleas, desperately clawing at his back. He grunted against her neck with her sweet cries fueling his motions.

He turned her over, arching her back, ruthlessly using her until he felt her push back into him.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Aemond pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her chest. He sank his teeth down into the base of her neck as her walls clenched around him. She purred in pleasure, trembling and shaking, but he didn’t stop until he was finished. Over and over, his hips pounded against her. Blood dripped down her chest, and her faint mews fueled him to continue.

Adiel held his hips, guiding him as his motions grew erratic. She whispered breathlessly, “Cum for me, my King.”

Aemond arms tightened around her, a drawn-out husky groan erupting from his throat as he emptied himself deep into her core. He held her as he caught his breath, peppering her neck with his lips. He rested his forehead against her back before falling back onto the bed. Adiel laid down beside him, kissing his chest.

“My King?”

Aemond sighed. He pulled her close to him again, and the affection in his kiss felt like nothing before. When he pulled back, he looked up at the ceiling, carefully searching for his words, “Aegon is injured.”

Adiel sat up, looking at him with concern, “What do you mean? His Grace was at Rooks Rest?”

“That fool showed up with Sunfyre.”

“I don’t understand,” she shook her head, “Are you saying he might pass?”

He turned to face her, resting his head on his arm, “Not just yet. Though, he may be unwell for some time.”

“And what of his condition?”

“Dragon fire is deadly.”

Adiel knew without him needing to say anything else, “And you will rule in his stead?”

Aemond pulled her back to his chest. He stroked her hair softly, humming until he found the proper way to answer her question.

“So you will sit upon the Iron Throne…”

“For now.”

[okkotsumylove]

heyy everyone!! i’m desperate right now about a fic i once read, so if someone knows the name of a SERIE about modern!Aemond where he is academic rival with the reader but she asks her to go with him to his family house as his gf and he’ll give her a position in his family company as a lawyer, but they start f*cking and they they start falling in love (obviously) and there’s a gala and Baela is reader’s friend…please let me know, i’m CRAVING IT

[socialist-aemond]

two things are crying right now and it's me and my will to live

(art creds; @cgbookworm on twitter, this art is gorgeous)