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Aegon II Targaryen, top 5 most pathetic moments. (Ranked by me in order of how close he is to crying, how much blood he has on him, how dirty and disheveled he looks, and how much he is NOT enjoying the situation at present)

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DAENERYS TARGARYEN 7.01, Dragonstone

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“whore. whore. whore”. i chant in the mirror, and he appears behind me. aemond targaryen.

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What we saw during the beheading scene:

What they thought:

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All About Us— Aemond Targaryen

A fluffy little fic about Aemond x f!Targaryen!Reader from their dance lessons until their first dance as adults 

italicized in the beginning due to it being more so a flashback to young Aemond and reader.

ñuha jorrāelagon - my love

ñuha dārilaros - my prince/princess

taglist:  @lyannastarkweather   @m00n5t0n3  @allamericanuniverse​ 

word count; 739

` Take my hand I’ll teach you to dance `

Aemond stood in front of you his pulse racing but his eyes were downcast as he outstretched his hand, waiting impatiently for you to take it, “Y/N, you’re supposed to take my hand. How else are you going to learn how to dance?” 

Your eyes twinkled in the lighting as you smiled brightly, “I expect you’ll just have to teach me.” You retorted, taking his hand in the same measure as he smoothly pulled you towards him, you giggled in absolute delight as he spun you.

` I’ll spin you around, won’t let you fall down `

You lost your footing slightly as you twirled, and he caught you around the waist, smirking at you as he dipped you low, a move he had learned from watching Aegon, before pulling you back to your feet in a fluid movement, the awe in your face boosting his ego, “You’re not supposed to fall down when you’re dancing, Y/N.” He laughed at you, two children in their own amusement.

You fumbled the next dance move, stepping on Aemond’s toes as you went the wrong way, and Aemond shook his head, laughing again, his eyes filled with mirth.

“Follow my lead, it’s okay if you step on my feet a bit.” 

` Would you let me lead, you can step on my feet `

                                                          —

` The room’s hush, hush and now’s our moment `

Your eye’s met Aemond’s as he extended his hand to you, an endearing smirk on his face, “Shall we show them how it’s done, my love?” He asked, and you smiled, laughing as you accepted his hand, “I suppose it must fall to somebody.”

He led you to the floor and the room went silent, all eyes on the pair of you, but the two of you only held sight of each other, Aemond pulled you towards him and you spun in until your back was pressed closely against his muscled chest, a move you had perfect as children.

` cause lovers dance when they’re feeling in love `

Aemond spun you out again, his eye trailing over your face and the blissful smile as you danced and twirled, his hands met your waist as he lifted you, pivoting gracefully before he lowered you to the ground again in a sweeping motion,

He twirled you about, and you thought of how lucky you were to have him as a dancing partner, not noticing how your mothers, though they shared their differences both loved their children dearly they were the same when it came to their children’s happiness being paramount to all, smiled beautifully at the two of you, both knowing what was to come.

Aemond spun you out and then released your hand and smiled as you followed the steps to the dance perfectly, he looked at his mother nervously, searching for any encouragement to bolster his nerves, and she nodded warmly as Helaena quickly and quietly carried something to him, you fluttered your arms down to your sides elegantly, still facing away from Aemond when you heard the gasps from the noble ladies, and you blinked in bewilderment, surely there was nothing scandalous about your dance, and then you felt Aemond’s hand tap your hip. You turned instantly, and tears welled in your eyes.

` And every heart in the room will melt `

Aemond was on one knee, with a beautiful ring in his grasp, you stared at him silently, taking in his heartstopping smile, his silver hair swept back into a half-ponytail, and the glimmer in his blue eye, a shallow breath pulled from your lips as he spoke, 

“I’d love to dance with you at our wedding,  ñuha jorrāelagon. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Aemond proposed, his voice was steady but you saw the slight anxious tremor in his hand as he awaited your response.

“I can’t think of anything I would love more,  ñuha dārilaros,” You answered affectionately, using your right hand to wipe away the sentimental tears that threatened to fall as you smiled so brightly you felt as if your face might tear as you watched Aemond slip the shining ring onto your finger, before he stood and embraced you, his hands on your waist as he dipped you, pressing a kiss to your lips in front of the entire room.

` It’s all about us `

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Through the Ghost… I’m crying

Let's cry together🥺 I'm in tears writing part three this is gonna be a chaotic ride

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Eyes On Fire. (Pt. 3)

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen & Fem!Reader

CHAPTERS: | 01 | 02 | 03 |

WORD COUNT: 3551

GENRE: Alternatively Universes/Canon Divergence, Alternative Ending, The Greens Win, Loosely based on the books/show, Made up House,

DESCRIPTION: After the Greens win the Dance of The Dragons, you a left alone navigating the dangers and woes of Kings Landing. You were one of the last survivors of House Vermillion with the expectation to restore your House to its former glory. Pressured to find yourself a husband, you unintentionally catch the eye of the dangerously, one-eye kingslayer—how will you ever survive amidst those who kill, those who take, and those who wish to eat you alive? Can also be read on AO3 here.

WARNINGS: Bodily Injury, Death, Graphic violence, Suspicion, Attempted murder, Murder, Poisoning, Possessive themes, Aemond in general

OPTIONAL PLAYLIST: Astronomical by SVRCINA, Mercy by Hurts, Up in Flames by Ruelle

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Through the Ghost— Team Black

songfic inspired by though the ghost by shinedown

(Part two to All The Consequences)

soves - fly

(not 100% sure where I’m going with this story but I have some wild ideas, more or less a filler, there will be a part three)

part one , part two

taglist: @lyannastarkweather   @m00n5t0n3  @allamericanuniverse​ @lilithskywalker​ ​

word count; 957

“The world will never know you like I do,”

Aemond’s eye held only bitter agony as Vhagar’s landing rumbled through the island as he dismounted, his silver hair lay flat against his shoulders, dark circles under his spiritless eye and his black eyepatch.

“Soves, Vhagar.” He monotonously bid the dragon, dropping his sword in the sand as he stepped forward, the guards waiting for the dragon to fly a safe distance away, although she remained upon the island, before surrounding him, he was marched at sword-point to the throne room where Rhaenyra and her sons were gathered, Jacaerys noticed the numb look on Aemond’s face, and he was the first to react, “Where is my sister? Where is Y/N!?” Jace’s voice was panic-stricken as he questioned Aemond, eyes searching for any answer, Rhaenyra bid the guards to disarm, and gently shooed Jace out of her way as she stepped in between the two men, standing directly in front of Aemond.

“Aemond.. Where is my daughter? Has something happened?” She questioned softly, fear filling her heart as he refused to look at her.

` Everything that mattered is just a city of dust `

Aemond choked back a sob, his composure and numbed façade ripped away from him in the face of his half-sister, the mother of his beloved, the woman who his deceased wife had gotten both her eye color and smile from. And Rhaenyra recoiled, “Tell me what has happened!” She demanded, as terror raced through her veins, she had not seen her daughter but twice after her wedding to Aemond. “I couldn’t save her, I couldn’t stop Vha-” he stopped, and reached his hand out, the firelight glinting on steel in his hand as he pressed the Valyrian steel necklace into Rhaenyra’s hand, drawing a ttremulous breath, “It is my fault, you are free to exact your revenge upon me.” He finished, finally forcing himself to meet Rhaenyra’s eyes as he shook, tears falling from his eye, and the pain of looking at your mother in the aftermath of what had occured, the guilt that shredded what small fragmented pieces of his heart that remained.

Rhaenyra braced herself upon the table with one shaking hand, her eyes shut tightly as a tear escaped and fell down her cheek. Lucerys was crying uncontrollably, “I will kill you for this!” Jacaerys shouted, rushing towards him before Rhaenyra shouted, “That is ENOUGH!” the fury in her shaking voice stopping Jace in his tracks as he looked at her in angry confusion,

“Enough blood has been spilled this day, I will not let heartbreak and impulse drive our decisions. Stay your hand unless I give the command.” Rhaenyra reprimanded her eldest son. “Y/N would not have wanted his death.”

` I can’t see you anymore `

Rhaenyra had Lucerys escort Aemond to a room, her face was blank, not betraying her thoughts as she told Aemond she must speak to her sons before making a decision. 

“I heard you, you know.” Luc spoke softly, his eyes still trained on the floor as he lead Aemond through the maze of halls, “-trying to control Vhagar I mean. She is a warrior’s dragon though and she could never have known you didn’t wish death upon all who stood against you. Visenya was not known for her peace...” he trailed off for a second before continuing, "All I meant is I know you never would have intentionally harmed my sister.” Aemond barely heard the mumbles, but he managed to catch it, Aemond managed to release a shuddering exhale, as he stopped walking behind Lucerys, the window he stood in front of had Y/N Velaryon , Lucerys Velaryon , and Jacaerys Velaryon etched into stone of the window sill. He traced your name with his fingers as Lucerys held a bittersweet smile at the sight. “I wish it had been me.. I wish I had never taken to the skies. I would have her still by my side. And I cannot continue this war at my family’s side without sacrificing her memory. I swore no harm would come to her brothers at my hand.” Aemond spoke, his voice the weakest he had let it be since he the day he lost his eye.

` I used to wake up to the color of your soul `

Luc hesitantly wrapped his arms around Aemond, feeling him tense at the hug. “Your mistakes are not mine to forgive, but for what I can, I do. As I know Y/N would have.” Luc’s eyes were still red from the tears he had shed, but he vowed to live up to his sister, she had always been more or less a peaceable woman. She had carried all her strength in the way she loved. 

Aemond’s heart burned as he drowned in guilt, here was his nephew who not two days ago he had threatened and chased through the skies, ending in his sister’s death, forgiving him and treating him with a sympathy he was sure he did not deserve. “Thank you, nephew.” was all he managed to answer with, his voice thickened with emotions, as his mind ran rampant, how could they be as evil as his mother had sworn, he had surely believed it after the loss of his eye, and yet he knew if it had been Helaena’s murderer confessing to his mother, his family would have them tortured to their death, immediately, regardless of what Helaena’s wishes might have been, and yet Rhaenyra valued her daughter’s memory above all else. If roles had been reversed Aegon would not be consoling the guilty party, nor would Aemond have. It spoke volumes to what his father had tried ceaselessly to impart upon his family. Forgiveness and tranquility in the face of darkness.

` Not a single lesson was learned `

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Next Contestant— Aemond Targaryen

aemond targaryen x f!targaryen reader, (reader is Aemond’s twin, I know yikes, but I will continue to support Targ!cest, and that is where it ends, Aemond and Reader are engaged, Aegon is decent in this, and a decent brother )

word count: 1,409

 ñuha jorrāelagon - my love ñuha gevie riña - my beautiful girl

TW; violence, death threats, non consensual touch (not sure if it counts but figured I'd give fair warning)

(idea popped in my head while I was cleaning my kitchen to nickelback, fic inspired by She Keeps Me Up and Next Contestant, lyrics will be interchanged, next contestant in bold)

“I judge by what she’s wearing, just how many heads I’m tearing,”

Aemond stabbed his fork around his plate, the dreary banquet boring him needlessly as he stared at the missing seat to him, his other-half missing and depriving him of any intellectual conversation and on his name day as well.

He finally sighed, dropping his fork as he exchanged it for a glass of wine, taking a long drink as he brought it to his lips, until the doors to the hall opened and everyone’s gaze shifted, You stood at the entrance, your eyes locking onto his as you were formally announced, the dress you wore making him quirk an eyebrow, 

The green dress had been worn by his mother, to Rhaenyra’s wedding, and now it had been tailored to your frame, as you stepped into the room. His smile dropped as he saw all the men who had turned to stare as you walked by, he stood to greet you, pulling your seat out as your gracefully arranged your skirts to sit, after he pushed the chair in for you, he narrowed his eye at everyone who was still staring at you.

` She’s got me nervous, talking a hundred miles an hour `

“You’re late, Y/N.” He whispered to you, his lips grazing your ear as he leaned into your space, you giggled lightly, “A princess is never late. She arrives precisely when she means to,” You shifted slightly, turning to give him your full attention, “I will only hope you mean to arrive on time to our wedding then,” he jested, “you look entirely divine.” He followed it up with a compliment, awestruck by how heavenly you looked.

Your silvery hair was done into an intricate updo, violet eyes painted with charcoal and a rouge had been applied to your cheekbones and lips. Aegon leaned over to Aemond, a mischievous glint to his eyes, “Careful with her on the dance floor, brother, every man in attendance seems to be undressing her with their eyes.” He snickered, antagonizing his brother jestingly, watching Aemond’s look of annoyance as he glanced about the room, noble lords were indeed gawking at you unabashedly.

He made a noise of irritation, a deep ‘hmm’ as he looked back to you, your head tossed back in laughter as you and Helaena conversated between yourselves,

` She’s more than worth it, I swear she smells just like a flower `

A few moments later you turned back to him, “Aemond-,” he knew he was fucked the minute your puppy eyes turned onto him, “Yes, ñuha jorrāelagon?” He probed, already aware of what you wanted, “I want to dance,” you pleaded, he laughed warmly, “I have yet to finish my drink, go dance then, ñuha gevie riña.” He replied flippantly, surprising even himself at turning down a dance with his beloved, as he cursed himself for not just agreeing, you frowned at him and then leaned to Helaena to question her, smiling brightly when she nodded, you then turned to Aegon, less sweet about your question, “Dance with me, Aeg, Aemond does not wish to partake.” 

Aegon sighed, wiping his hand across his face, and then downing his drink, before rising and sardonically offering you his hand. You smiled gratefully at him as you accepted and led him to the dance floor. Helaena looked questioningly at Aemond, “Why did you refuse her request?” She asked curiously, and Aemond pinched the bridge of his nose, “I haven’t the slightest clue myself.” He replied.

Aegon laughed at your glimmering eyes and saccharine smile as the two of you whirled around the dance floor, your elder brother had always been uncharacteristically kind to you, you supposed he was to be considered your best friend, considering your friends were mostly limited to your siblings and your mother.

Aegon spun you again, enjoying the unadulterated joy that filtered into your face as your skirts twirled around you, before the music changed and you were exchanged into the arms of your uncle Gwayne Hightower, 

“Princess Y/N, how are you this evening?” Your uncle smiled charismatically at you, you had always been the closest to him, “Enjoying my dance as of yet, uncle.” You replied as the two of you swayed, a respectful distance apart, before you were yet again dizzied by the change of partners, you knew of your new partner, yet the two of you were unfamiliar as you swayed with the second son of the Lord Reyne, Ser Willem Reyne smirked at you, pressed uncomfortably close to you, and his grip on your waist almost painfully tight, “Hello princess.” He drawled, as you attempted to loosen his grip on your waist, trying to wiggle away just enough, Aegon had briefly noticed, but your face was hidden from his, not seeing your unnerved expression he dismissed it returning to his conversation.

` Everybody wants to be the sister’s mister `

Aemond however had a perfect view as the mans hands dropped lower than appropriate, and the panicked look on your face, “Ser, please let go.” You kindly asked, not trying to offend the man, “Do you not enjoy my presence, princess?” He asked, a manipulative tactic, you felt tears sting your eyes, trying to make your face remain pleasant, as you shook your head and forced a weak smile, praying for the dance to end as he groped below your hips, a stray tear fell down your face.

` Is that your hand on my girlfriend `

You hadn’t noticed Aemond storming towards you, a murderous glint in his eye, and when he finally reached you, he roughly smacked his hand onto Willem’s shoulder, “I believe my dear sister has tired of your dancing, Ser Reyne.” He spoke lethally, and Willem’s grip tightened even more, one of his hands squeezing your wrist, so much so you feared it would bruise, by now Aegon had noticed the situation, and the scene Aemond was about to create, and stood by his side. “I do believe your beloved sister enjoys any man’s attention, in every way.” Willem Reyne, it seemed, possessed a death wish, and Aegon stated such with an incredulous laugh at the man’s idiocy, “You daft cunt.” Aegon snickered, intentionally provoking the man as Aemond’s grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted it harshly, effectively releasing you from his grip, and Aegon pulled you to his side, moving the two of you a few paces away from Aemond’s rage.

` This time somebody’s getting hurt `

“I have killed men for lesser insults to my betrothed, what should make you any different?” Aemond chuckled darkly, eyeing the man and releasing an unimpressed ‘hmm’, “I wonder, does your father know how stupid his son is?” Aemond mocked him again, twisting his arm further until he was in obvious pain, Willem Reyne was a proud man, and he wrenched his arm from Aemond’s grip before tackling him, landing a punch on Aemond’s face, managing to split his lip, “I will NOT be spoken to with such disrespect!” Willem shouted, and the crowd of dancers around you all parted with the scene happening in front of them, a few noble ladies gasped audibly at the violence, whilst Aemond howled with maniacal laughter, smirking as he used Willem’s momentum against him, flipping them around so he straddled the man, before he began landing punch after punch to the man’s face “If you ever so much as look at the princess again, I will end your miserable existence!” Aemond snarled, blood spurted up as he broke Willem’s nose, the crunch satisifying to him, and then Ser Criston was yanking Aemond off of the man, whose face had been beaten discolored and bloody, he was still alive though, and lucky to not possess pulp for a face.

Although Ser Criston did manage to “accidentally” step upon Willem Reyne’s bent leg, the resounding crack echoing through the hall. Your mother, the Queen Alicent, hurried towards the three of her children from the banquet table, where Helaena remained.

“Ser Criston, please escort this man to the dungeons.” She commanded, brushing her hand soothingly across you shoulder as Aemond made his way to you, pulling you into a hug. “I am sorry,  ñuha jorrāelagon, I should have danced with you.” He apologized profusely wiping his bloodied hands on his tunic shirt before tightening them on you. 

“I do not blame you.” You whispered softly, leaning into his embrace and allowing him to soothe you further. 

` There goes the next contestant `

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House Of The Dragon

Aemond Targaryen

— The Story of Us; part one♠ part two♥  

aemond x reader, angst with eventual fluff

—  All the Wrong Reasons  ♠  All the Wrong Actions  ♠   All the Complications ♠

 All the Wrong Reasons alternate ending; All the Consequences   ♠   Through the Ghost (part two to All The Consequences)

aemond and reader are both sent to storm’s end as envoys

— Next Contestant♠️♥

aemond x reader, a simple dance leads to complications, but Aemond will always be your knight in shining armor.

—  All About Us ♥

Aemond x Reader; first dance as children, and first dance as adults

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All The Consequences— Aemond Targaryen

aemond targaryen x f!targaryen reader, reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter

All The Wrong Reasons alternate ending

Flying to storms end after husband!Aemond sent as envoys, (Rhaenys I’s dragon never died in this, so reader rides Meraxes)

konīr iksis iā gēlȳn naejot sagon addemmagon, valītsos - there is a debt to be paid, boy

ao tepagon chase naejot iā riña rȳ iā jelmāzma!? ñuha own lēkia - you give chase to a child through a storm!? my own brother!?

Nyke mērī jeldan naejot sȳngagon zirȳla, hae penance syt ñuha laes - I only wished to scared him as penance for my eye

ñuha jorrāelagon - my love

dracarys - dragonfire

dohaeres - serve

lykirir - calm

lēkia - brother

word count: 1,178

SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for Episode 10

TW: Angst, so much angst, character death,

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“Y/N, we have decided to send you after Aemond, to show our goodwill, please make haste to Storm’s End.” Alicent spoke, glancing at you as she spoke before patting your hand, and walking out of the room after you nodded.

You dressed quickly in your leather riding outfit, a servant lacing your black boots for you, as you quickly made your way to the dragon pit,

“Meraxes!” The large dragon, your ancestor Rhaenys’ had ridden the very same into battle alongside the Conqueror and her sister Visenya, whose very same dragon was ridden by your husband. You trailed your gloved hand across her scales, affectionately smiling at the dragon you had been lucky enough to claim and form a bond with.

You quickly scaled Meraxes, situating yourself in the saddle, “Soves, Meraxes!” You commanded, and the dragon acquiesced to your request.

You arrived at Storm’s End quicker than you would have expected, only to hear your husband’s maniacal laughter carrying through the stormy wind.  “konīr iksis iā gēlȳn naejot sagon addemmagon, valītsos!” Aemond’s voice carried to you before you saw him, noticing your younger brother and his dragon in distress flying away from him.

Your heart stopped in its tracks, the situation sinking in, Aemond was taunting Lucerys, chasing him through a storm with angry intent on a dragon, much larger than Luc’s own Arrax. “LUC!” You screamed, feeling your throat slightly raw from how loud you shouted, Luc looked back at you, the terror slightly lessening in his body, he knew in his bones you would protect him or die trying, as you always had.

“Vhagar! Serve me! No! Vhagar!”

You frantically bid Meraxes to fly faster, “DRACARYS!”

Meraxes exhaled a fiery burst, striking Vhagar and effectively turning the dragon’s ire to you and your dragon,

You could hear Aemond’s voice breaking, “NO! Y/N! VHAGAR! DOHAERAS VHAGAR! LYKIRI! LYKIRI! VHAGAR! PLEASE NO!” You turned back to see the dragon still coming after you, your husband frantically yanking the reins back as hard as he could, fear in his eye as you both recognized what as coming, your breath ragged as you accepted that you more than likely would not survive this.

You flew fast above two mountains, wishing in your bones that Meraxes was small enough to fit in between, cursing as tears streamed down your face, the wind whipping you as rain and tears mixed, ice cold on your cheeks, you broke through calmer clouds and Meraxes whined, before Vhagar broke the clouds, Vhagar came at Meraxes fast and the dragons danced a deadly battle, claws and teeth, as you and Aemond yelled at your dragons in horror.

“VHAGAR! STOP! DOHAERES! DOHAERES! PLEASE LYKIRI! LYKIRI! VHAGAR DON’T!” Aemond’s silvery hair was pinned to his neck from the previous downpour, his eye alight in absolute terror, and with that Vhagar managed to clip Meraxes wings, your dragon snorted in fear as she struggled to stay flying, her good wing beating furiously, blood poured from your dragon, and Vhagar’s mouth closed upon her good wing, and thus you began your downward spiral, your blood ran cold as terror-stricken screams left your lips, Aemond yelling in horror, as he finally got Vhagar under control, too late. He forced her to fly towards you and Meraxes spiral, “TAKE MY HAND!” He reached out to you, horror written across his face as you missed his hand, You managed to scream out before you and Meraxes collided with solid ground, the pain erupted through your body, coughing up blood you managed to slide off Meraxes, hitting the ground on your back as you stared at the skies, Vhagar landed with a resounding echo, the two dragons on a cliffside, as you faintly heard Aemond’s sobs as he ran to you, hitting his knees next to you and roughly pulling you to his arms as he cradled your broken body, the blood pouring from your mouth, you would die here, you realized, far from home.

“You’re going to be okay, you have to be! I’ll- I’ll fix it, I’ll fix it, please don’t leave me,   ñuha jorrāelagon.. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t leave me!” Aemond was speaking frantically, his voice thick with tears as you stared at him, “It’s okay.. It’s okay, my love. Promise me-,” you paused, choking on your own blood, coughing hard, “promise me you won’t hurt my brothers. Promise me, Aemond!” you used the little strength you had left, making your voice stronger before weakening again, “Just promise me..” you whispered, Aemond’s tears hit your face, “I promise..”

“I love you, Aemond, it’s not your fault, you didn’t know..” you whispered lowly, your voice barely escaping your throat. He lowered his face, his eye was filled with devastation, he had caused your demise, and he would never forgive himself, he pressed a shaky kiss to your head, he was shaking you realized, his lips quivered, trying to choke back the sobs, with excruciating pain, you reached your arm up and touched his cheek, unknowingly smearing him with your blood, even still as it soaked into his clothes, and then touching his hair finally your hand slipped down his face to his neck and then fell limply onto yourself, your eyes closing with one last shuddering breath.

As your heart stopped beating, he threw his head back and screamed, the force of it ripping his throat raw, and he didn’t care as the heartwrenching, guttural noise left his body, along with his heart which died the same time as your last breath.

Vhagar roared with him, and Meraxes took to the skies, releasing the saddest sound Aemond had ever heard in his life. As he carried your broken body with him, somehow managing to climb Vhagar with your body over his shoulder.

When he landed in the dragon pit, nobody was there, and so he dismounted, cradling your body in his arms as he stumbled to the Red Keep, your blood smeared across his cheek and throat as he sank to his knees in the throne room, his heavy sobs echoing, as he clutched you and rocked back and forth, where his mother, brother, sister and grandfather were in deep conversation, Helaena more so sitting and inspecting a caterpillar that whispered across her finger, the sound of him hitting the ground brought their attention to him, and Alicent noticed who he held immediately, stifling tears and a gasp with her hand as she gently lowered herself next to him.

“Aemond..” Her voice was weak, she tried to reach for his hand, coated in his beloved's blood, as she stared at her devastated son, his devotion to you had been well known through the kingdoms. Even Aegon, who on his normal borderlined on uncaring, broke at the sight of his usually strong and put-together brother breaking, and tears streamed down Helaena’s face, she pulled your body from Aemond’s and Aegon pulled him to his feet, “Let’s get you cleaned up, lēkia.” Aemond resisted until he realized the delicacy in which Helaena was settling your hair about your face, the way she wiped the blood from your face with her own sleeve, as she and his mother wept over your body. And he let himself be pulled from the room by his older brother.

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All The Wrong Actions— Aemond Targaryen

aemond targaryen x f!targaryen reader, reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter

Reader lands in kings landing and things take a turn (Rhaenys I’s dragon never died in this, so reader rides Meraxes)

part two to All The Wrong Reasons, intending to write at least one more part to this.

TRIGGER WARNING: There is a duel in this part, violence, toxic relationship,

word count: 775

ñuha dārilaros— my prince/princess

ñuha ābrazȳrys— my wife

(All High Valyrian is through a translation app)

@xcharlottemikaelsonx not sure if this is what you had in mind, but here you go

You landed in the dragon pit, not expecting Aemond to be waiting, the smug look on his face when you dismounted Vhagar made you simmer in fury yet again, your anger boiling under your skin,  feeling as if dragon fire raced through your veins instead of blood.

Aemond’s smirk faded from his face as you pointed your sword at him, he slowed his stride towards you to a halt, staring at you in disbelief,

“Would you truly harm me, ñuha dārilaros? Are you truly capable?” He mocked, his fingers twisting around his own sword, you could feel something in him release as he wrapped his hand around the hilt, the look in his eye unrecognizable to you, unbridled anger, each felt betrayed, leaving the two lovers at an impasse, until you spoke, a sharp tone, cutting through the silence in the area, “For my brothers? Without hesitation.” Your words cut him as he waved one hand and tilted his head at you, raising his eyebrow as he withdrew his blade, “If a battle is what my lady wishes, then so be it,” He stated in a way akin to the growl of a dragon itself.

He circled you, forcing you to move, you knew your husband’s skill with a blade, and did not wish to be forced on defense, so you swung first, his blade locked with yours as his face contorted viciously, you spun away to avoid your wrist be slashed, and he pressed forward his advantage, effectively holding you on defense as your blades met again, the shrill resounding screech of steel on steel echoing. “Yield, Y/N! We may put away our blades and forget this lack of thought!” The way he spoke was taunting, you saw no familiarity in your husband’s face, his normally calm, loving demeanor towards you missing in a clash of steel. He looked as if he might take your life this moment.

Stalking around you as if a predator to his prey, he got under your guard and you felt the gash open on your side before you saw the blood, he hesitated for a second before you raised your blade again, swinging it wildly towards him, he seemed to enjoy your fire as he rolled his shoulders back and laughed, managing to hit your wrist with his blade making you drop your sword in pain, before smacking your knees out from you with the flat of his sword, you crawled backwards in the dirt until you hit the wall, pulling yourself up as he advanced upon you, your back pressed against the wall as he reached you, he slammed you back against the wall as you went to move, holding his blade at your throat, making no move to end the match.. to end you.

His eye flicked between both of yours, as he dropped his sword in favor of holding his dagger to your exposed throat, he lifted the chain of your necklace with it, surveying it, a gift from him on the anniversary of your wedding.

“You have betrayed me, ñuha ābrazȳrys. And yet I do not wish to see you come to further harm. Why must you torture me so.. to have love for you and still feel the sting of your betrayal?” He murmured, his eye flashing at you and the fire flickering in his sapphire eye, and his mouth twisted darkly in turn, he looked menacing, a vengeful god with the firelight making his hair shine like molten silver.

Your breath was caught in your throat, fearful to breathe fully lest you be nicked by the blade he held so tightly to your skin. And yet your recklessness led you to speak further against him, “You have frozen my love to you, by threatening my blood, an act against me in itself.” you spat, meeting his gaze as well as you could. He grabbed your shoulders roughly, slamming you against the wall again, your head hit the stone harshly, clouding your vision with darkness, the loss of blood making you weak in the knees as you collapsed, you heard the rage in his voice as he spoke, “You only had to love me, I will have your love again, for I am eternally yours as you are mine. It is the only choice.”

You gave into the darkness clouding your head, and he picked you up as you fainted, carrying you back to the keep, tear stained cheeks as he glared ahead, nobody dared speak to him as he brought you to your chambers, summoning maesters as he instructed the guards that you were not to leave your apartment after you woke.

[cinnamonshay]

History does not remember blood. It remembers names.

[cinnamonshay]

All The Wrong Reasons— Aemond Targaryen

aemond targaryen x f!targaryen reader, reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter (because I’m obsessed with this trope currently, my apologies in advance)

Flying to storms end after husband!Aemond sent as envoys, (Rhaenys I’s dragon never died in this, so reader rides Meraxes)

konīr iksis iā gēlȳn naejot sagon addemmagon, valītsos - there is a debt to be paid, boy

ao tepagon chase naejot iā riña rȳ iā jelmāzma!? ñuha own lēkia - you give chase to a child through a storm!? my own brother!?

Nyke mērī jeldan naejot sȳngagon zirȳla, hae penance syt ñuha laes - I only wished to scared him as penance for my eye

ñuha jorrāelagon - my love

word count: 720

SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for Episode 10

part one, part two  alternate ending

“Y/N, we have decided to send you after Aemond, to show our goodwill, please make haste to Storm’s End.” Alicent spoke, glancing at you as she spoke before patting your hand, and walking out of the room after you nodded.

You dressed quickly in your leather riding outfit, a servant lacing your black boots for you, as you quickly made your way to the dragon pit,

“Meraxes!” The large dragon, your ancestor Rhaenys’ had ridden the very same into battle alongside the Conqueror and her sister Visenya, whose very same dragon was ridden by your husband. You trailed your gloved hand across her scales, affectionately smiling at the dragon you had been lucky enough to claim and form a bond with.

You quickly scaled Meraxes, situating yourself in the saddle, “Soves, Meraxes!” You commanded, and the dragon acquiesced to your request.

You arrived at Storm’s End quicker than you would have expected, only to hear your husband’s maniacal laughter carrying through the stormy wind.  “konīr iksis iā gēlȳn naejot sagon addemmagon, valītsos!” Aemond’s voice carried to you before you saw him, noticing your younger brother and his dragon in distress flying away from him.

Your blood simmered, the situation sinking in, Aemond was taunting Lucerys, chasing him through a storm with angry intent on a dragon, much larger than Luc’s own Arrax. “LUC!” You screamed, feeling your throat slightly raw from how loud you shouted, Luc looked back at you, the terror slightly lessening in his body, he knew in his bones you would protect him or die trying, as you always had.

“Vhagar! Serve me! No! Vhagar!”

You frantically bid Meraxes to fly faster, cutting Aemond off from his chase of Lucerys, you glared at Aemond as Meraxes stopped Vhagar in her tracks.

Meraxes snorted as Vhagar roughly stopped, jostling Aemond in his saddle.

“ao tepagon chase naejot iā riña rȳ iā jelmāzma!? ñuha own lēkia!?"!?" You screamed across the winds at him, your violet eyes flashing wildly in your fury. Aemond’s eye widened as he looked at you, his face in shock as his wife glared murderously at him.

“Nyke mērī jeldan naejot sȳngagon zirȳla, hae penance syt ñuha laes! Vhagar stopped obeying! Arrax shot fire at her!” He yelled back, trying to appease you, the wind making it hard to hear.

“YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM! VHAGAR IS LIKE TO SWAT HIM OUT OF THE SKY TO APPEASE YOUR FURY AS A SPIDER IS TO DRAIN A FLY, YOU CRAVEN! HE IS A CHILD! YOU FIGHT FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS!” You screamed again, the words ripping themselves from you. You knew by now Lucerys was a safe distance away, the risk of harm coming to him gone, and you exhaled in relief, knowing how close you had just come to losing a brother.

“ñuha jorrāelagon!” Aemond tried to convince you to forgive him.

“Fly home, husband. I will meet you there, but I do not wish to lay eyes longer on you, as of yet.” You spat out, turning Meraxes and following the path Lucerys had taken back to Dragonstone.

The tightness in your heart released as you saw your brother safely dismounting Arrax as you landed near to him on Meraxes, you dismounted, slipping slightly as you hit the sand running to him. Tears freely fell down both of your cheeks as you grasped him, holding him tight with a hand in his curls pressing his head to your chest as you kissed his head, clutching your younger brother as he cried, the adrenaline leaving his body as he was finally safe.

“He said he’d take my eye, Y/N” He cried, and you bit your tongue in anger, shushing him as you held him. “No harm will come to you from his hand, dear brother, lest I strike my husband down in fury. I will protect you until my last breath, Lucerys, as I do all of our brothers.” you assured him. Tightening your arm around him before releasing him, “I must return, Luc. I love you, tell mother I have not yet forgotten where my loyalties lie, as I still bleed black.”

You pressed one last kiss to his head, in bittersweet goodbye as you remounted Meraxes and cast one last look at your family home, turning back to King’s Landing as your blood simmers still.

(literally just a little blurb because I refuse to accept that Lucerys is gone.)