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His Love

Your name was carved into my bones long before you ever spoke to me. I would rip the stars from heaven if it meant you'd never leave. If I must chain you to my side— so be it. Love was never kind.

Warnings: This story includes dark themes and intense emotional content, incest, bastardy / legitimacy issues, unhealthy coping mechanisms.

When Aemond Targaryen falls in love, he doesn’t simply fall—he descends, headfirst, heart ablaze, dragged by the weight of obsession and longing. His love is never gentle, never quiet. It’s ferocious, possessive, and utterly consuming.

Whether you are his sister, his niece, or merely a maid, his fixation manifests differently, but the outcome is always the same: once he’s chosen you, you belong to him. There is no escape, no forgetting, no mercy. His affection is a curse and a crown—worship and ruin intertwined.

He is not someone who simply desires—you cannot reduce what he feels to wanting. It is needing. And when he receives even the faintest hint of tenderness—a glance, a touch, a kiss on the cheek—it’s enough to shatter whatever self-restraint he once had.

Some say he would never betray his family for a woman. But they forget Aemond has never truly known love—not the kind that softens your voice and makes your chest ache when someone leaves the room. He is the favourite of his mother, yes, but he has always been a weapon, never a boy held close.

And if someone—you—offer him something he’s never had? A promise. A kiss. A whispered vow of devotion. Then yes, he’ll choose you. Every time. Because what’s a kingdom, what’s loyalty, compared to being wanted?

But it’s not simple—not always. There’s a particular cruelty in the way fate tempts him. If you are his niece, worse: a bastard, born of the very bloodline that mocked him, scarred him, took his eye, then loving you should feel like poison. He tells himself he should hate you—must hate you. But every time he sees your face, the war inside him rages louder.

And if you’re his sister... then the blood only makes it stronger. The Targaryens have never feared closeness. And to Aemond, you are not just kin—you are perfect. The way you understand him, the way you look at him and still stay. That cannot be coincidence. That must be destiny. So yes—he loves you. With a hunger that burns. With a violence that simmers under the skin. But love like this never leaves room for freedom. Only for possession.

Sister!Reader

With you, it’s different. He does not have to invent excuses for his obsession. The blood you share is sacred—dragonblood. He looks at you and sees what was always meant to be: silver hair, violet eyes, fire-born hearts that beat as one.

From childhood, you were his calm, his keeper. The only one who never flinched from the storm in him. You held his hand when he returned from Driftmark. You never looked away from the scar.

You are the only thing that makes him feel.

But as you grew older, more beautiful, more powerful, Aemond's love twisted into something feral. Now, his thoughts of you are laced with need, raw and desperate. He dreams of waking with you in his bed, your body wrapped in green silk and his hand resting protectively over your womb. His heir. His wife. His only.

He will kill for you. Bleed for you. Even marry you.

And if you protest—if you dare suggest it’s wrong—he’ll only smile.

“Blood of my blood,” he’ll whisper. “There is no sin in loving what was always mine.”

Niece!Reader (Bastard)

It’s torment, truly. Every time he sees your face, he remembers the boy he used to be—the one whose eye was carved out under the cold stare of your brothers. You wear their blood, their bastard legacy, and yet… he cannot stop looking at you.

He tells himself he should hate you. And he tries. Gods, he tries. But you smile at him once—just once—and it haunts him for days.

He follows your steps through the Keep, always in silence. Watches the wind play with your hair. Imagines what it would be like to press you against the wall, to kiss you until your bastard name disappears from your lips. Sometimes he dreams of you in his chambers—wearing green, swearing loyalty, begging him to never let go.

He knows it’s treason. He knows it’s madness. But he also knows that no one else will ever have you. He’s already claimed you—in thought, in breath, in blood.

And yes, he would betray them all for you. His mother, his brother, even the crown—he would leave it all behind if you only looked him in the eye and whispered that you were his. That you wanted him, and no one else. For a kiss, for a promise, he’d set the world on fire and walk through the flames just to stand by your side.

If he has to burn your brothers to the ground to make you his… then so be it.

Maid!Reader

He never notices the other servants. Never learns their names. But you… You were kind to him once. You bowed your head and whispered, “I’m glad you’re well, Prince Aemond.”

That was all it took.

From that moment, he watched you. Every morning. Every dusk. He learned the way your hands folded towels. How you whispered softly to yourself while cleaning his room. How your lashes fluttered when nervous.

At first, he let you live your life. But the thought of another man touching you—speaking to you—consuming you—became unbearable.

So he started controlling your shifts. Speaking to the Head Maid. Making sure no one else touched you. You only clean his chambers now. You only serve his table.

And when you try to leave early, he stops you.

“Why do you run, little dove?” “You serve me, don’t you? Then serve only me.”

He doesn’t need you to love him. Not yet. But he’ll make you need him. And once you do—once you look at him with something more than fear—he’ll never let you go.

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“Your Grace, your sons have come to see you.” “My what??” “Your sons...” “I only remember one daughter...” “She’s here too.” “Rhaenyra!!” “I’m Helaena, father...”

-Viserys the Incompetent, Vol. 329:

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ALL THE VIDEO SNIPPETS WE'VE GOT SO FAR FROM THE SARDEGNA FESTIVAL

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Made some quick gifs from the new crumbs<3

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How Well Do Olivia Cooke & Emma D'Arcy Know Each Other?

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Tom Glynn-Carney (Aegon II Targaryen) received an award at the Filming Italy Sardegna Festival. 🏆 It honors individuals who have made significant contributions to the world of cinema, showcasing their talent and impact on the industry.

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Add realism to your fantasy stories by having characters from different backgrounds struggle to pronounce each others' names.

"My name is [low guttural sound] but I don't want to hear you butcher it. So you may call me She Who Arises With The Cold Mountain Sun."

"...Is that what your name really means? All that in just one word?"

"Yes. If you stress the wrong syllable it comes out as 'She Who Coldly Wakes Up The Mountain Sun', or 'The Cold Woman Who Wakes The Mountain Sun', and you will not call me that."

"Oh, huh. Could we just call you Mountain Sun, for short?"

"Hmh. It's boastful, almost bordering on blasphemy, but it is flattering. I accept it."

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Unreliable narrators are one hell of an idea. You can just write whatever, and if a reader points out "hey the way this scene happened should not be physically possible if it's done the way this character described it", you can just be like "yeah I don't trust that fucker either."

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baby dragons whose scales are much more shiny and iridescent in order to hide in their parents' hoards

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i like when you watch a video essay from 5+ years ago and they make a joke/apologize for how long the video is and the runtime is like. 35 minutes. when we now live in an era of 3 hour intricate breakdowns of bad kids shows being everywhere.

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“The cabbage began to boil, filling the kitchen with the smell of poverty.” (tbosas, 8)

I’ll always find it funny that Snow and Katniss grew up in the same conditions (poverty, dead dads etc), and although they share similarities, they are opposing characters. Snow used his past experiences to oppress others because he knew how horrible it was. He forced people into poverty, even though he spends half of his time in tbosas stating how awful poverty is, and got the idea of prostituting the Victors from Tigris being a prostitute herself to help out with their poverty. Snow says how even the thought of Tigris being sexually abused “made him feel sick and helpless.” (tbosas, 4) But he still inflicted this oppression onto others.

Yet Katniss wanted to help those in similar situations because she knew how horrible it felt.

And it’s clear that what Suzanne was trying to say is that, at the end of the day, it’s a choice to be a horrible person or not. Your shitty past experiences are not an excuse to inflict harm on others. “I think there’s a natural goodness built into human beings. You know when you’ve stepped across the line into evil, and it’s your life’s challenge to try and stay on the right side of that line.” (tbosas 493)

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i dont normally repost instagram shit but the wording of this comment is killing me. like the armored carapace of a beetle. phenomenal

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hate an x reader fic do not put me in a situation