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hii everyone suprise suprise, I'm not in fact dead. There's just too many things in my plate atm, but i'll be done with my finals by the end of this week and then maybe I can get some time to wrap things up with the series </3 i have to prepare for my internship for this summer and it's all learning a new tech stack and i have to work on a research paper so i'll barely have time to do anything else :( In other news I have decided that i'll work on only one-shots because boy am I irregular

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hi um just wondering if your masterlist are working cause everytime i click on it it says that there is no list that your page is empty also love your writing and can't wait for your next update on the forgiegn queen

oh, is it not? I'll have to make one again then :( as for the foreign queen, i have been too caught up with uni irl that i have not been able to give my time to writing ;( I will try to get something out by the next weekend

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i'll be very little active, have a lot of work lined up irl 😓

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I’m happy to know I’m not the only one who loves the idea of Ghost Aemond! I’m going to be writing my own very soon about Ghost Aemond. I just love the concept.

Awh, I am glad you enjoyed the idea! Please tag me when you do post it <3 I would love to read it!

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hey, I really wanted to ask if you know when part 3 of Secrets and Lies is going to be posted ?? I'm curious to see how the rest of the revenge is going to be like 👀

it might take a while anon, i do have the plot in my head - but the words refuse to come to me

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Aemond x GOTEra!Reader

reposting this again because tumblr hates me and refuses to show up in the tags

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With the word of King Joffrey's wedding, you have been invited to the Red Keep with your husband Lord Dayne. It has been a bit over two years since you had departed from King's Landing, and you now had a beautiful son. He is the most adorable baby you have ever seen with his father's pretty brown eyes and dark curls. With another one on the way, you feel very happy with your little family.

You have been given your old rooms, which you now share with your husband and your little boy, and reminisce the old days, the days before you met your husband and your ghost companion.

As heavy as your heart was on seeing him go, it was the best for Aemond and you could not deny your friend the opportunity of finally resting with him family, his lover and his dragon.

Your husband is gone for the afternoon attending court shenanigans and you get to spend the afternoon with your baby and his two nannies. You are in the early stage of pregnancy with another bundle of joy - but right now the only thing the babe gives you is sickness. It is unreasonable, you are embarrassed when the sickness hits and you dismiss the nannies so you could be sick in peace with just your baby boy.

You hand him his toys before leaving him unattended momentarily to throw up your hearty breakfast, mentally noting to send for your husband to get you some of the spicy pancakes (sorry for my desi readers out there) that the ship had served you. Lord Dayne must love me deeply to put up with my foolish cravings, you think, chuckling.

The sound of your toddler happily babbling away fills your ears and you smile - wiping the puke off your lips and putting a sugar cube in your mouth to wash off the acidic taste - and stay by the door for a moment to watch your little boy raise his fat little arms in the air and mimic a roar. You are pleasantly surprised - perhaps your tales about the Targaryens and their might dragons was rubbing off on him.

"Our child will be just as fond of history of the world as you are my darling," Your husband gives you his infamous dimpled smile. "A walking encyclopedia about the Targaryens by the time he learns to speak. Maybe he will even get a chance to meet your friendly ghost."

You had shrugged it off then, sighing heavily. Now you aren't so sure - your fat toddler raises his arms and stands up, giggling at something. Forcing the hope into the deepest parts of your heart, you enter your room.

"Aemond!" You gasp at the glowing apparition of the only friend you had had in the Red Keep - as sad as it was, your only friend here was a ghost. "How-?"

You noticed the difference from then and now - as opposed to the encounters a bit over two years ago his apparition is glowing and his solemn eye is glowing brighter than the moon - he has also gotten the opportunity to change, apparently, for now he is dressed in combat clothes and not in his leathers, his silky hair tied in a braid. He is joyous too.

"My Lady Dayne," your sapphire-eyed friend smiles brightly at you, and you are amazed by his smile. Aemond, too, has dimples. "It's a pleasure to see you again. Your son is the most charming babe I have ever seen."

Your son giggled at the compliment, and slowly strutted to you, pulling at your skirts and you carry your toddler in your arms, as he looks between you and the ghost. "He takes from his father," you softly say, your cheeks heating.

"I'd say he gets his charm from you, My Lady," Aemond says. "I hope you are happy to see me,"

"You have no idea!" You squeal before taking a seat on your bed. Even with the early stage of your pregnancy, your feet have already started to bother you and the heavy toddler in your arms does not help. "Come, have a seat. Tell me everything! Did you get to see your family? How is your mother, your sister? How are your brothers? Please tell me you saw Vhagar..."

You abruptly stopped on realizing that you kept asking him questions without even giving a break to answer. He is floating on the mattress, just like two years ago, watching you with a secretive smile on his hauntingly beautiful face. "I have been doing very well, my Lady." He softly answers. "To answer your questions, yes I did meet everyone. Vhagar was overjoyed to see me. I even got to meet her first rider - Visenya. That old woman is quite a force to be reckoned with. Aegon is doing well now, in afterlife. It's not as scary as it seems... Mother is just happy to be able to see all her children and grandchildren again - she suffered the most, among us."

There are tears in your eyes and you don't realize that you are crying until your baby boy starts wiping away your tears, holding your cheeks in his little hands. "Do my answers upset you, sweet Lady?" Aemond politely asks.

"Oh these are happy tears, I am happy you found your peace." You confess, quickly wiping away your tears. "It's just... well..."

"You are positively glowing with the child that grows in you," Aemond remarks. "This babe will look just like you, the loveliest of all."

Your cheeks heat up again, but this time you don't look away. "Have you been watching over me, Prince Aemond?"

"Oh, here and there." He shrugs. "I keep my ears open for any word that comes about you. I heard you were going to be present for the bastard's wedding so I came by to see you."

"You can't be calling the King such names," You whisper. "Even if they are whispered to be true."

"What are they going to do?" Aemond chuckled. "Execute me?"

"Wel..." you exhale with a foolish smile. "What do you do in your ghostly free time?"

"Oh, the usual," He says. "Spending time with Mother, and Ser Cole. My nephews are still so little, Maelor is only a little older than little Lord Dayne here."

"I am sorry," You softly said, reaching for the ghost out of instinct. Again, your hand passes right through him and you retract your hand, absently playing with your toddler's Dornish black curls.

"I'll tell you a secret," Aemond is conspiratorial. "Don't stay for the wedding feast. There's a not-so-sweet surprise planned."

"What?" You ask, confused.

"You'll hear plenty about it," Aemond assures. "I don't think you should witness that - given your delicate condition."

"...Okay?" you mumble. "I have always wanted to attend a king's wedding, but I will not."

"Just trust me this once." Aemond says. "You will not regrets skipping this one."

"If you insist," You absently play with your baby boy's hair.

"I must take my leave now," Aemond says. "It was great to see you again, my sweet Lady Dayne."

"I missed you, my friendly ghost." You giggle, and your son giggles with you, looking intently at the ghost. "Did you see your lady?"

"My lady has chosen rebirth," He sighs. "Not much to do there." He can see the question in your eyes and he does not hesitate to say, "My son has chosen rebirth too, apparently."

"They could not bear your absence." You softly said. "I certainly missed you dearly."

"You are too kind, my Lady." Aemond says. "I wish the best for you and your family. May we meet again someday. Farewell."

"Farewell, Aemond."

Aemond Tags:

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why is my post not showing up in the tags 😭😭😭😭😭

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reader at the red keep again, she’s with her child, her little baby she had with lord dayne! his on the floor, playing around with some toys perhaps a wooden dragon she gotten her baby cause 🤭, she is stitching and her child begins to babble, as if talking to someone, reaching out and giggling and she turns to look, and she sees him, ghost!aemond, god how long has it been? she can’t help but smile, happy to see him again, that he visited her. and just SHSHDHDJD

SHhhhh this is so cute i had to write this also idk how long it is but it's not too long

HOTD Masterlist

With the word of King Joffrey's wedding, you have been invited to the Red Keep with your husband Lord Dayne. It has been a bit over two years since you had departed from King's Landing, and you now had a beautiful son. He is the most adorable baby you have ever seen with his father's pretty brown eyes and dark curls. With another one on the way, you feel very happy with your little family.

You have been given your old rooms, which you now share with your husband and your little boy, and reminisce the old days, the days before you met your husband and your ghost companion.

As heavy as your heart was on seeing him go, it was the best for Aemond and you could not deny your friend the opportunity of finally resting with him family, his lover and his dragon.

Your husband is gone for the afternoon attending court shenanigans and you get to spend the afternoon with your baby and his two nannies. You are in the early stage of pregnancy with another bundle of joy - but right now the only thing the babe gives you is sickness. It is unreasonable, you are embarrassed when the sickness hits and you dismiss the nannies so you could be sick in peace with just your baby boy.

You hand him his toys before leaving him unattended momentarily to throw up your hearty breakfast, mentally noting to send for your husband to get you some of the spicy pancakes (sorry for my desi readers out there) that the ship had served you. Lord Dayne must love me deeply to put up with my foolish cravings, you think, chuckling.

The sound of your toddler happily babbling away fills your ears and you smile - wiping the puke off your lips and putting a sugar cube in your mouth to wash off the acidic taste - and stay by the door for a moment to watch your little boy raise his fat little arms in the air and mimic a roar. You are pleasantly surprised - perhaps your tales about the Targaryens and their might dragons was rubbing off on him.

"Our child will be just as fond of history of the world as you are my darling," Your husband gives you his infamous dimpled smile. "A walking encyclopedia about the Targaryens by the time he learns to speak. Maybe he will even get a chance to meet your friendly ghost."

You had shrugged it off then, sighing heavily. Now you aren't so sure - your fat toddler raises his arms and stands up, giggling at something. Forcing the hope into the deepest parts of your heart, you enter your room.

"Aemond!" You gasp at the glowing apparition of the only friend you had had in the Red Keep - as sad as it was, your only friend here was a ghost. "How-?"

You noticed the difference from then and now - as opposed to the encounters a bit over two years ago his apparition is glowing and his solemn eye is glowing brighter than the moon - he has also gotten the opportunity to change, apparently, for now he is dressed in combat clothes and not in his leathers, his silky hair tied in a braid. He is joyous too.

"My Lady Dayne," your sapphire-eyed friend smiles brightly at you, and you are amazed by his smile. Aemond, too, has dimples. "It's a pleasure to see you again. Your son is the most charming babe I have ever seen."

Your son giggled at the compliment, and slowly strutted to you, pulling at your skirts and you carry your toddler in your arms, as he looks between you and the ghost. "He takes from his father," you softly say, your cheeks heating.

"I'd say he gets his charm from you, My Lady," Aemond says. "I hope you are happy to see me,"

"You have no idea!" You squeal before taking a seat on your bed. Even with the early stage of your pregnancy, your feet have already started to bother you and the heavy toddler in your arms does not help. "Come, have a seat. Tell me everything! Did you get to see your family? How is your mother, your sister? How are your brothers? Please tell me you saw Vhagar..."

You abruptly stopped on realizing that you kept asking him questions without even giving a break to answer. He is floating on the mattress, just like two years ago, watching you with a secretive smile on his hauntingly beautiful face. "I have been doing very well, my Lady." He softly answers. "To answer your questions, yes I did meet everyone. Vhagar was overjoyed to see me. I even got to meet her first rider - Visenya. That old woman is quite a force to be reckoned with. Aegon is doing well now, in afterlife. It's not as scary as it seems... Mother is just happy to be able to see all her children and grandchildren again - she suffered the most, among us."

There are tears in your eyes and you don't realize that you are crying until your baby boy starts wiping away your tears, holding your cheeks in his little hands. "Do my answers upset you, sweet Lady?" Aemond politely asks.

"Oh these are happy tears, I am happy you found your peace." You confess, quickly wiping away your tears. "It's just... well..."

"You are positively glowing with the child that grows in you," Aemond remarks. "This babe will look just like you, the loveliest of all."

Your cheeks heat up again, but this time you don't look away. "Have you been watching over me, Prince Aemond?"

"Oh, here and there." He shrugs. "I keep my ears open for any word that comes about you. I heard you were going to be present for the bastard's wedding so I came by to see you."

"You can't be calling the King such names," You whisper. "Even if they are whispered to be true."

"What are they going to do?" Aemond chuckled. "Execute me?"

"Wel..." you exhale with a foolish smile. "What do you do in your ghostly free time?"

"Oh, the usual," He says. "Spending time with Mother, and Ser Cole. My nephews are still so little, Maelor is only a little older than little Lord Dayne here."

"I am sorry," You softly said, reaching for the ghost out of instinct. Again, your hand passes right through him and you retract your hand, absently playing with your toddler's Dornish black curls.

"I'll tell you a secret," Aemond is conspiratorial. "Don't stay for the wedding feast. There's a not-so-sweet surprise planned."

"What?" You ask, confused.

"You'll hear plenty about it," Aemond assures. "I don't think you should witness that - given your delicate condition."

"...Okay?" you mumble. "I have always wanted to attend a king's wedding, but I will not."

"Just trust me this once." Aemond says. "You will not regrets skipping this one."

"If you insist," You absently play with your baby boy's hair.

"I must take my leave now," Aemond says. "It was great to see you again, my sweet Lady Dayne."

"I missed you, my friendly ghost." You giggle, and your son giggles with you, looking intently at the ghost. "Did you see your lady?"

"My lady has chosen rebirth," He sighs. "Not much to do there." He can see the question in your eyes and he does not hesitate to say, "My son has chosen rebirth too, apparently."

"They could not bear your absence." You softly said. "I certainly missed you dearly."

"You are too kind, my Lady." Aemond says. "I wish the best for you and your family. May we meet again someday. Farewell."

"Farewell, Aemond."

Aemond Tags:

@astrumark @depressedperson88

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I let this man have too much control over my life

Ewan Mitchell

For THE FACE issue 14

1st March 2023

Part 2/2

The chest hair 🥵

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People can shit on Alicent's actions all they want, as far as I'm concerned she was a fucking angel after what she'd spent years enduring.

Crowning Aegon and starting a war? That was very civil compared to what I'd have done. If I were her I'd be plotting my abusive husbands death long before he had time to decay on his own.

This is the husband who maritally rapes her and makes her have four children, all of which he completely neglects.

The husband who gaslights her about his older daughter's actions left right and centre, making her out to be the unreasonable one.

The husband who laughs with his younger brother at her expense.

The husband who calls her by his dead wife's name.

The husband who didn't care their son had lost an eye and was more concerned about a word. Who threatened to have her and children's tongues removed for speaking the truth.

If I were Alicent, Viserys would have had a tragic accident on the way back to Kings Landing. Similar to the tragic accident Rhea Royce had at the hands of Daemon.

I'd have arrived back at the Red Keep with tears of happiness grief in my eyes as my three children fly above on dragon back, prepared to plan a funeral and look beautiful in black.

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I SAW THE PHOTOSHOOT PICS AND I AM NOT WELL EWAN YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE I HATE YOU

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Constantly thinking about Aemond allowing himself to be vulnerable around you, allowing himself to let his guard down and feeling safe and loved with you!!! 😭

His tough exterior vanishing when it's just the two of you❤❤

Thanks for the request!

This is real short, like 300 words?

It is late into the wee hours of the night when Aemond finds himself like this, sitting in front of the fireplace with his eyepatch abandoned and dressed for the bed. Usually he is alone with his thoughts, with everyone else in their deep sleep.

That's not true for tonight, though.

It has not been since the day he wed his lovely lady wife, for she has always been right by him when his thoughts got a little too loud for his head, when his mask of unforgiveness falls, and the young man gets to express his woes to his wife and lover. She is always there, either on his lap or at the arm of his chair or sitting on the floor in front of the fire, her head on his lap.

Today, he quietly whispers of the day he claimed Vhagar, the joy he felt when riding her and the instant love he has felt for her. His voice turns quieter when he whispers of Viserys not caring for his eye, for calling his mother a lunatic for demanding justice, for being a king when he should have been a father. He admits that any affection that he held for the old man vanished that night - and even if he had said it was a fair exchange, he yearned to have justice that he knew he couldn't have.

Your gentle hands hold his face delicately as tears flood both his eyes, not uttering a sound but your touch says a thousand words that no tongue ever could.

In your pretty eyes, he finds himself at home - he is only Aemond to you: your husband and lover - not the ferocious Aemond - One Eye, the warrior, the second son of the King. Your love for him makes him believe that he might begin to love himself.

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Constantly thinking about Aemond allowing himself to be vulnerable around you, allowing himself to let his guard down and feeling safe and loved with you!!! 😭

His tough exterior vanishing when it's just the two of you❤❤

Thanks for the request!

This is real short, like 300 words?

It is late into the wee hours of the night when Aemond finds himself like this, sitting in front of the fireplace with his eyepatch abandoned and dressed for the bed. Usually he is alone with his thoughts, with everyone else in their deep sleep.

That's not true for tonight, though.

It has not been since the day he wed his lovely lady wife, for she has always been right by him when his thoughts got a little too loud for his head, when his mask of unforgiveness falls, and the young man gets to express his woes to his wife and lover. She is always there, either on his lap or at the arm of his chair or sitting on the floor in front of the fire, her head on his lap.

Today, he quietly whispers of the day he claimed Vhagar, the joy he felt when riding her and the instant love he has felt for her. His voice turns quieter when he whispers of Viserys not caring for his eye, for calling his mother a lunatic for demanding justice, for being a king when he should have been a father. He admits that any affection that he held for the old man vanished that night - and even if he had said it was a fair exchange, he yearned to have justice that he knew he couldn't have.

Your gentle hands hold his face delicately as tears flood both his eyes, not uttering a sound but your touch says a thousand words that no tongue ever could.

In your pretty eyes, he finds himself at home - he is only Aemond to you: your husband and lover - not the ferocious Aemond - One Eye, the warrior, the second son of the King. Your love for him makes him believe that he might begin to love himself.

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Wip

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I'm happy she's confirmed to be on season 2

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hii all my mid terms are over so i'd like to take drabble requests till the writing inspiration hits <3 or if you want to talk just drop by my ask box. will currently be taking drabble requests for Aemond only

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Saints! Prepare your ships: Shadow and Bone season two is launching soon, and the cast will be answering some burning questions during their Answer Time on March 16th at 12pm PT / 3pm ET. Submit questions here.