#(when Aemond himself is probably thinking that HE'S the spare)

[princessbellecerise]

Wedding Night

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summary | How the House of the Dragon characters would be on your wedding night

warnings | smut and slight mentions of blood, bedding ceremonies and loss of virginity

this is an eighteen plus fic. minors please do not enter

divider by @princessbellecerise

Jacaerys Velaryon

As Strangers

If you and Jace weren’t throughly aquatinted/only married for duty, he would be hesitant

On one hand, he knows that it’s his duty to bed you and provide you with heirs but if he truly saw that you didn’t want to, he wouldn’t push it

He’d wait until you were more comfortable with him/until he absolutely had to and even then he would ask your consent first

The first time might be a little awkward, but Jace would be sure not to hurt you and would at least try to pleasure you

Likewise, he’d also do his best to stop the bedding ceremony. He thinks it’s a disgusting tradition and that no lady should ever be treated like that, especially his wife

The only reason it’d be considered is because he would be king one day, and it was important to confirm that he did in fact produce his heir, especially with the already murky rumors surrounding his birth

So, if it came to that, Jace would try his best to distract you and make you comfortable, taking his time to pleasure you and then making the act itself quick so that you could both be spared further observation

Afterwards, he’d comfort you if that was what you wanted or he’d just leave you alone—but not before making sure that you were okay or even sending you flowers in the morning along with your favorite breakfast

As Friends/Lovers

Now, if you and Jace were in fact friends or even lovers, your wedding night would have a few subtle changes

For instance, Jace would absolutely go to the extremes and be as romantic as possible. He’d decorate your now shared chambers with candles, flowers, and even a bath to relax you beforehand

He would do major research beforehand on how to please you and you best believe he’s going to use it that night. He’d use his tongue, his fingers, anything to bring you to pleasure and show you how much he loves you

And when the times comes, he’s super gentle with you and he will soothe your tears with soft kisses and praises in High Valerian

Jace will make love to you as much as you would like and at first, he’d go slow until the desire for you become too much

Once he’s sure that you’re alright and ready for more, he’d be all too happy to give it to you. Fucking you all night long and filling you with his cum over and over until he’s sure that you’re carrying his heir

He’d probably even slap your ass and take you from behind a few times, going until both you and the dragon prince were exhausted

After you’re done, he’d probably shower you in kisses and be the one to clean you up, cuddling you and then congratulating you on becoming his future Queen

Aemond Targaryen

As Strangers

Even if he does not love you or know you, Aemond will still feel compelled to complete his marital duties

Especially as a prince, he thinks it’s extremely important to one day have heirs, you know—in case he ever finds himself on the Iron Throne

However, Aemond is not a cruel man as many people think him to be. As you surely think him to be

Even though he might be impartial/turn a blind eye to the beginning of bedding ceremony, he will absolutely not have anyone in the room when the act occurs

Not so much for your sake—but also for his as he does not wish to perform in front of a bunch of drunk and vulgar Lords. They irritate him and quite frankly, disgust him to his core

No, Aemond will most certainly order them out and when it’s only the two of you he will look at you and study you. Depending on what he sees, he will make his decision from there

If you are indifferent/believe in completing your duty like him, then he will bed you and he probably won’t be rough but he won’t be gentle either. He’ll just do what is expected of him and then leave you to it

However, if you’re standing in the corner and cowering from him with tears in your eyes, Aemond will not have it inside of him to force you. He knows that eventually you will have to come around, but at least for the first few nights he’ll let you slide until you come to terms with it like he has

For now, he’ll simply stare at you and say nothing as he approaches the bed. Almost…it makes him fault when you whimper, thinking that he is in fact going to force you

You’ll scuttle away from him but then you’ll be visibly surprised when it’s not you that he harms. Instead, Aemond will pull the dagger from his belt and slide it across his palm, smearing his own blood on the sheets to make it look like he took you

Then, he’d wait a few more minutes before he left and when he did, you’d be left shocked that the mysterious prince isn’t as cruel as people make him out to be

As Friends/Lovers

As friends or lovers, both you and Aemond would be desperate for each other come your wedding night

Before then, he would absolutely deny you the pleasure of anything other than kissing him so you’d be so excited that you wouldn’t hesitate to jump his bones

Breathless, eager kisses would be shared among the two of you though Aemond was way better at hiding it then you were. Even though he wanted you just as much, he managed to compose himself up until the moment you were naked

After that, Aemond would absolutely lose it

He’d be so hungry for you that he wouldn’t hesitate to taste you, making you come with his mouth several times before you even had sex

To him, this step is extremely important because he wants to grant you the luxury of having a good first time, unlike his own. Because of what he went through, Aemond would be gentle and extremely passionate with you

You’d see a whole other side of him that you wouldn’t even know he possessed: soft and kind and sweet, never failing to ask if you were okay

He’d enter you slowly and allow you to adjust to his size before pleasuring you with his cock

He’d kiss you so much that your lips would turn swollen and he’d make sure the only thing you would be capable of saying that night would be his name

Over and over, he’d love to hear you praise him and it would most certainly egg him to plant his seed inside of you

If you weren’t pregnant by the end of the night then either you were infertile or just had a plain stubborn womb

And oh—don’t even think about there being a bedding ceremony. Aemond had already threatened to cut off Aegon’s hand if he touched you, let alone the other drunken bastards at his union

Daemon Targaryen

As Strangers

Either way, it’s Daemon’s goal to seduce you that night

Not only because you’re now his wife and responsible for providing him children, but also because Daemon has never had to force a woman to have sex with him and he isn’t about to start now

So, he lays it on thick and whether or not you fall for it will determines how your night goes

If you give in: giggling and blushing at all the Prince’s remarks then he’d feel triumphant and no doubt make love to you in best possible ways

He’d show you what it really means to be married and not miserable like so many of the other ladies you talked to

On the flip side, if you refuse him then he won’t really push it. Sure, his ego will be bruised but there’s plenty of other people out there that will want him so he’s not about to waste too much his time on someone that refuses to even look at him

He’ll go to his whore houses and allow you to your own pleasure, not even giving you children if that’s what you wish. He just hopes that you’re smart enough to pick a lover that at least resembles him enough to pass it off as his

As friends/lovers

If you were Daemon’s friend/lover however, it’s possible that he’s already introduced you to these pleasures and that’s the reason he had to marry you in the first place

Whatever, if you guys had already had sex then it’d be just another night for him—expect he’d promise to be on his best behavior and swear that he’d finally give you that child you’re always begging for

If it was your first time, however, Daemon would be beyond excited

He’d only stuck with teasing and whispering filthy remarks in your ears before then, so to have the real thing would be like his dream come true

The Rouge Prince would have you naked underneath him in no time, and while he finds the idea of a bedding ceremony amusing for other people, it’s absolutely not when it comes to his wife

He will literally kill anyone that dares to mention it so it’s kind of awkward when he tugs you from your dinner table and to the bedroom

Whatever though, you’re just grateful for a husband that loves you enough to spare you from humiliation and one that has such an amazing tongue

With Daemon’s experience, it’s no doubt that you’re seeing stars before he ever even puts his cock inside of you. By the time his head even brushes your entrance, Daemon will make sure you’re well and truly spent and begging for him to fuck you before he gives you what you want

He’s cruel like that; liking the way you squirm underneath him before he slides his cock all the way in

He will bury himself to the hilt and if you happen to cry then he will most definitely talk you through the pain

Telling you what a good girl you are for taking him so deep, nibbling on your ear and trying to distract you from your tears

If he’s really feeling vulnerable, he’ll even kiss them away and coo soft praises in your ear until you adjust to him

But once your heat has molded to the shape of his cock, best believe that Daemon will waste no time before fucking you into the mattress

He will give you everything that you could ever want that night, fucking you in different positions over and over until you’re well and truly spent

It’s only then that Daemon will lay beside you, panting and kissing your knuckles with a grin

“My wife,” He will say, and honestly, your wedding day will probably be the happiest you have ever seen him

Lucerys Velaryon

I can’t imagine a scenario where Rhaenyra would ever engage him to someone he doesn’t know so for this sake, you and Luke are friends

In fast, you’d probably be best friends and fall in love early in your life, having spent majority of your childhood together

Regardless of your house, it’d be obvious that you and Lucerys were destined to marry. Therefore, when it’s brought up to your parents there’s little if any resistance from them

The only thing that would concern people is that you were both still quite young, so Rhaenyra would force you both to wait until you’ve flowered

Even then, it’d probably be a year or two before she’d arrange the wedding, knowing how detrimental it can be for a woman to be deflowered so soon

So, once you and Lucerys were married you’d definitely be way more mature. Still young, but now you were both married and you’d be free to explore as much you’d like

The only problem is that you and Luke are both extremely shy so approaching one another would be nearly agonizing

Rhaenyra and even your own parents would absolutely forbid a bedding ceremony, so it’d be just the of you that night

Both of you with wide eyes and red cheeks, not really sure where to start but eventually finding your way anyways

Daemon will have definitely given Lucerys advice beforehand (with Rhaenyra supervising, of course) so that Luke would have at least a general idea of what to do

He knew that he had to…um, place himself inside of you and you were both nervous as he did so

There was probably no foreplay because neither of you had discovered that yet, so it would hurt quite a bit when he entered you

Never fear though, Lucerys in all his worry will stop and kiss your tears away, only continuing when you give him the green light

He’ll be soft, and gentle but you’ll be able to tell that he really enjoys this new sensation. Sometimes, his hips will snap a little too fast into you and you’ll find that these are the moments that pleasure you the most

Once you start to warm up to the feeling of him inside of you, you’ll definitely allow him to speed up a bit more, even letting him get a bit rough before he’s spilling inside of you

A soft glow will seem to fill the room afterwards, Lucerys calling for a servant to make you a bath and then you both will just relax, maybe even giving it another go once you’ve calmed down

[vhagarlovebot]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could write something for aegon along the lines of aemond and reader are married but bc aemond wants to give her space and “spare” her of his company and doesnt wanna scare her bc of his appearance and demeanor they dont talk at all and theyre like strangers, sort of like aemond thinks he’s doing the right thing by leaving her be but in reality she just wants to be loved by her husband and one day aegon finds her sobbing about aemond bc she just wants to be loved by him. Bc shes crying abt his “perfect” brother he feels better abt himself bc hes thinking “my brother isnt the perfect son” and so he decides to befriend her and they kind of bond over the fact that theyre both really lonely in kings landing. Ik this is probably rlly off for his character tbh so if you dont want to do it thats okay! Ik some ppl r really iffy abt writing abt aegon so if thats the case just ignore the ask im sorry to bother! But I love ur writing sm and hope u have a great day~

gwen’s note: i need to say this before writing your req because it is important to me. but i really think aegon, as well as many other characters from hotd, is very complex. however we can’t overlook the awful things he’s done, that’s why i think that the only way of writing him is by trying to understand from where it comes, why he is the way he is, etc. (but not defend him, never defend him for being a rapist) and diverge from his character. hotd writers made it really hard to sympathize with him given that the first scene they gave us of older aegon was THAT scene. and again, i would never defend aegon from what he did, that is inexcusable, it does not matter how much he suffered or how alone he feels, he should have never done that. that is why if i write aegon i would always try to get as close as possible to what i think of this complex character (just as i have been doing with aemond) and always have his feelings and experiences in mind, i will never minimize what he and everyone has been through. and bc in fanfic you can write whatever you want, i’ve been saying that since the beginning. aegon is not a good person but i believe that if they give him a chance, he would definitely try to be better. and i fully believe that aegon has a heart and deep down he cares, we see glimpses of that in the show. so after saying that, if i diverge from what the show has showed us about aegon or what YOU think about him, remember that everyone has their own opinions and if you don’t like them, be respectful and simply block me (this is not directed at you but to everyone in general). hope you enjoy! <3

crying in public was not a good idea, but being under the weirwood tree made you miss home.

“do you feel well?” a man’s voice startles you, and you are quick to wipe the tears still falling from your eyes, trying to pull yourself together before turning around.

you are surprised to see prince aegon standing a few feet away from you, genuine concern on his face.

you want very hard to say yes but you can’t say the words, so you just simply shake your head as more tears start falling from your eyes.

aegon doesn’t know what to do. he never knows what to do when someone cries in front of him, he’s not used to this kind of behavior. he can’t remember a time when someone from his family cried in front of him and he comforted them. or if they comforted him. because that never happened. so he doesn’t know if he should keep walking and leave you alone, or ask what’s happening. however, his legs are moving towards you before he can make a decision.

and you don’t know what to do. should you excuse yourself and run out of there? but your legs don’t move and your eyes can’t leave his face, lilac gaze studying your body, but not in a creepy and sexual way. it’s also the first time you and the prince are alone and you thought when that happened, you would feel uncomfortable, rumors fly fast inside and outside the red keep and prince aegon is the main protagonist in all of them. however you feel strangely calm.

“does this have to do with my brother?” aegon dares to ask. he knows your marriage is not an easy one, mostly because aemond is very cold towards you. he has seen you alone together just a couple of times and in all of them you’ve been looking sad and uncomfortable while his younger brother showed nothing with his expression.

it is sad to know prince aegon knows why you’re sad. does everyone in the red keep notice how unhappy you truly are?

aegon sits beside you, his hands on his lap as you move away making space for him on the little bench.

“i just feel so… alone.” you let your guard down, after all he is the one asking and you so desperately need someone to talk to, anyone, and if that person turns out to be the prince, then so be it.

aegon laughs bitterly, looking to his feet playing with a few leaves that had fallen from the tree. he knows that feeling too well, he has been feeling alone his whole life.

“and— and i can’t say anything to him because he doesn’t listen to me. it’s like i’m talking to a wall.” you sob, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

prince aemond is your husband. but he’s also a total stranger too. you barely talk, he almost never looks at you and you haven’t consummate your marriage, something everyone is expecting for you to do. but how are you supposed to do it when he openly shows how much you bother him?

“i’m a burden to him!” you hide behind your palms, tears still falling from your eyes.

aegon feels a little better to know that his brother is stuck in a loveless marriage just like him. they might be very different but neither of them were able to escape from duty.

however, aegon feels something weird growing in his chest, something that doesn’t make him feel that much better. not while knowing that you’re hurting because of his brother.

aegon parts his lips, debating whether or not to say what he has not say to anyone. ever. because open up to someone is not something aegon targaryen has done before, he’s pretty good at hiding his feelings in a bottle of liquor. or a couple.

“i feel alone, too.” aegon looks for the right words but they don’t come to his mind and he feels very vulnerable. “i am a burden to everyone. my family. the servants. my own father doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

what the prince says is no surprise to you. you’ve heard the servants talking about the prince and how they wish to never be in the receiving end of one of his outbursts.

“see?” he says and you lift your gaze, turning to look at him, who is already looking with his lips curved in a small smile. “we have something in common! we’re not entirely alone.”

the kind gesture of prince aegon of trying to make you feel better is not something anyone would do, not in king’s landing at least, much less by saying something so personal. but it makes you smile through your tears.

it is strange, sitting on a bench with aegon targaryen, talking and being vulnerable. this definitely wasn’t on your list this morning when you woke up, but it is something you’re always going to remember.

“now,” aegon says, drawing out a handkerchief and holding it out to you. shyly, you accept it. “i am sure you miss home and i have nothing else to do… so why don’t you tell me everything i need to know about winterfell?”

your heart fills with pride and longing. and as you wipe your tears you start telling him about those cold and happy days of your childhood while prince aegon listens very closely.

[balbigalum]

Hi!! Could you write something about Aemond and reader in a modern setting? where they're both in college or something, like a reader pretty nervous that Aemond is sitting next to her or watching her idk something cute and tense please

okay let me know if you vibe with this setting (i’m not sure modern aus are my thing, the blurb is under the readmore)

aemond is still modern day royalty, more like the danish royal family rather than the british royal family (the danish have a lot more lose norms for the royal family they’re basically aristocrats unlike the british that can’t do anything tbh

still he is like 10th in the line of succession so he gets to have a life outside of the spotlight

he goes to university

probably majoring in philosophy or maybe law

he still wears his hair long and he has an eyepatch (a lot more modern and a lot less pirate-ish) 

he doesn’t have many friends outside of his siblings and nephews and tries to keep to himself

you share two classes with him and the targaryens are always a hot topic on everybody’s mouth

After a well needed vacation with your family you had returned to university, you were in your 3rd year already, following in your father’s footsteps to maybe one day take after him in the family business. Oldtown was bubbling alive with the school year starting, the streets filled with young students, some faces you knew, some others you didn’t. You had gotten yourself a small apartment on top of a flowershop some blocks away from the main building of the university, you had a spare room yet you didn’t have a roommate. You had to admit you were sort of a shy person, your mother’s anxiety had bleed onto you during your childhood and still carried some of her habits, something you were working on, you had a fair amount of friends, but you couldn’t help to feel like an outsider sometimes.

The first class was on “Ethics of Myrish Theory”, the room was almost all the way full when you came in, and there was an incessant wave of whispering and chatting coming from all angles. You wondered what was that about. Some of your classmates were keeping an eye out for the door, had something happened with the professor? You didn’t recall the name of the person that was supposed to teach the subject, maybe it was some Myrish eminence you forgot about. A small bubble of anxiety started rising from your stomach to your throat, you tried to push it down, it was the first day, it was okay to not know whatever current gossip going on. You found a spot and tried to calm yourself down, you could handle school. 

By the time the professor arrived the class had simmered down, he was getting ready to introduce himself when the doors opened one last time. You felt how the entire class turned around to look but you kept your head on the board, you personally didn’t enjoy being stared at when you arrived late, so you made a conscious effort to not look. You could swear you heard a small gasp from someone in the class, but you paid no mind to it. 

Someone started moving the chair next to you and the little bubble of anxiety you had tried so hard to keep down was making its way back again. “Excuse me.” The person mumbled while taking the seat. You understood why people had been whispering and gossiping, there was a Targaryen signed up for this class. “No problem.” You replied and he didn’t bother saying anything else, you started thinking maybe your voice wasn’t loud enough and he hadn’t even heard you in the first place. You shook your head a little, trying to keep that kind of thoughts away.

The lecture carried on as usual, you rarely sat next to people, always trying to find some empty spot you could occupy with all of your papers and books, so you couldn’t help to get a glimpse of the man next to you. His hair was long and a pearly shade of silver and he was dressed in all black. A small curiosity perked up in you about which of all of the Targaryen children was sitting next to you, if you recalled properly the family was numerous, especially after the king had remarried. You found yourself unable to list the names of all the family members, you could recite the names of the important members of the dinasty like Aegon The Conqueror or Visenya but your interest in history outweighed your interest in the current tabloids. 

You were too lost in your own mind when you noticed that he was speaking to you. "--Is that?" He was staring at you, he had asked you a question. You noticed how he wore a black patch over one of his eyes, you weren't sure where to look. The bubble was ready to burst. "Huh-" You started muttering and he cut you.

"I asked you what book is that?" He looked at the professor again. "He said we're using a short book this semester, I haven't had time to pick up the schedule and material." 

"Oh-" You replied. "Yeah, um… That's 'Cults and Tribes in R'hllor's Essos'" You picked up the book from your own bag to show it to him, but he was still looking at the professor, you awkwardly put the book on the table for him to see it. 

"Thanks," He said. "I think I have that." 

"You do?" Surprise overtook you before you could realize. "I mean… I had a really hard time finding it, my dad had to get it shipped from Essos." You lowered your voice towards the end of the sentence, you felt as if you shouldn't have spoken at all, you didn't know what it was but you always managed to make yourself feel out of place. 

"Yeah I know, I got it, tho." He commented, a small but confident smile painted his face. And as quick as it came it was gone.

You tried to keep your eyes on the professor and your notes for the rest of the class, making an effort of not paying attention to your surroundings, you wanted to enjoy your classes. Finally, the lecture came to an end and you started picking up your stuff, you could see from the corner of your eye the Targaryen Prince doing the same. 

"Here," he said, pushing the small red book in your direction. "Don't forget your book." You nodded. "See you around." He said, he didn't wait for a reply, he was gone. 

Later that week you found out his name was Aemond Tagaryen, son of King Viserys by his second wife. You had commented to a friend over coffee about your first day of school and your silver-headed classmate, with a short description she was quick to figure out you were talking about Aemond. She told you about sharing classes with Helaena Targaryen last year, and how weird people acted when they were around. Your friend made a point by rolling her eyes, she found unmature how some people would try to get the royal's attention. "It speaks poorly of their character," She said. "It's lame, leave them alone." You could agree with her, it had to be awkward to be followed around like that. 

You saw Aemond again on friday, you shared another class, this time neither of you sat close together, and for the most part you forgot he was there. Next monday he sat by your side again, and you both fell into some sort of routine. On mondays you two would sit together, most of the time in silence, you could feel some people from your class staring at you from time to time, on fridays, on the other hand he would pretend you didn't exist. 

You didn't understand why he was doing what he was doing but you tried to focus on your school work, socializing was scary enough on its own, you didn't wanna overthink every small thing you did. Anxiety had made your life hard for many years, especially during your teenhood, you had found a way to get it under control these past years.

It was one of those mondays when the professor announced the first essay to be made by the class, when he announced it had to be done in pairs your gut knotted. You heard Aemond hum.

"We could meet up at the library, what time does it work for you?" He asked, he didn't even ask if you two were partners, he simply assumed it. You nodded your head. 

"Wednesday? Around 4pm?" You asked.

"Sure." For once you paid attention to the lilac shade of his eye. 

-

The library was giant and older than any other building in Oldtown, maybe any other building in Westeros, you always found yourself admiring its structure, you could spend hours wandering around the library and you were sure you wouldn't be able to learn about every single corner and room it had. It was simply amazing. 

You were able to spot Aemond in one of the big tables, away from the main flow of the library, again he was wearing all black but you had to admit his choice of leather jacket suited him perfectly. You sat across from him and you two began working, the essay was long and tedious already on its own, the fact that you had to write it in pairs just made it more difficult. You learned he was fluent in valyrian, which came in handy with so many valyrian terms used in Myrish literature, you had your own small knowledge of the language but with so many dialects and countries you found yourself lost when it came to it. 

After some time you realized you could feel Aemond’s eye burning over you, he was staring at you, and he wasn’t making any effort in concealing it. You felt heat rise up your neck, you were trying to ignore his eye on you but now that you had noticed it you couldn’t shake the feeling away. You realized how hard you were pressing the tip of your pen against the paper, you wanted to go outside and breathe some fresh air but you felt unable to get up from your seat.

When you finally dared to meet his gaze he had a soft smirk on his lips.

“You don’t speak much, do you?” He asked you, his voice was always smooth and calculated, you envied that of him.

“I do speak… I just never know if you wanna talk.” You explained. His brows furrowed together in question.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we work together on mondays but you never even look in my direction on fridays,” You explained, again bubbles of anxiety were filling you from the inside out. “You don’t even come to say hi.” It was true, you shared smalls conversation on mondays but when friday came it was like you became invisible, you had gone over all of the possibilities, maybe he had a girlfriend that took that same class with him and he had to pretend to not know any other girl, maybe he was just an asshole using you for your notes.

“What?” He said. “You’re on ‘Western Philosophy’?” It was your time now to be confused, he was making you feel like a fool.

“Yes, I sit by the window every friday, you have walked past me many times.” He looked down and his pale complexion betrayed him by getting a light shade of pink. Was he blushing?

“Oh–” He said. “I… That’s my bad side.” He explained. “The window is on my blind-spot, I never saw you there.” 

Oh.

You wanted the earth to shatter under you and to fall into any of the seven hells, Aemond Targaryen was blind in one eye which meant he walked around campus with a blind spot, he was probably insecure about it too given how he was avoiding your eyes now… You felt stupid, you had never considered the fact. You let your face fall onto your hands. 

“I’m so sorry,” You started. “Aemond, I didn’t mean to-” 

“No, it’s okay,” He said. “I– I just can’t believe I never bothered looking around.”

“No, it’s my fault,” You interrupted him. “I should have gone over and said hi to you, I just didn’t wanna bother you… I know some people on campus try to get your and your siblings' attention…” He shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it… Let’s just leave it at that, okay?” He asked.

“Are you sure?” It was a silly mistake but you did feel bad about the whole deal, about bringing up his eye and accusing him of being rude, you felt a strong sense of guilt.

“Yes, please, don’t worry about it… At least now I know I can sit by your side on fridays.” He shrugged. “Finally I get to complain with someone about that class.” You relaxed and sat back on your chair comfortably, he shot you a toothless smile and you found yourself thinking of his lips. After a beat of silence he added.

“So… My siblings, you know my siblings?” 

“Wha– Yeah, of course.” You said, of course you did, your friend had mentioned them. She had mentioned every single one of the living members of the royal family, you were unsure of how many names she had said.

“Really? What are their names?” He asked without looking up from his paper, he was teasing you.

“Um… You know…” You made a vague motion with your hand. “Elena… and Luke?” He let out a cackle, which you didn’t know he was capable of doing, and quickly covered his mouth. “There was a Luke,” You protested. “I’m sure there was a Luke.” 

“Luke is my nephew, not my brother.” He said. You rolled your eyes. “It’s the same thing.” You said elongating the last word, he was staring at you, again, but this time you didn’t feel as anxious.

(part 2)

(I have not re-read this and I'd probably do so in the morning and hopefully catch any little mistake and that kind of stuff :p yeah whatever lol)

[beary-rambles]

aegon targaryen x reader where aegon likes reader but doesnt realize it til aemond asks for her hand angsty confession and aemond knew the entiee time and did it on purpose. thank you much love ❤️

A little encouragement

a/n: i loved writing this request tysm for requesting !!! my only warnings is that the charcs are probably ooc and aegons a bit of an ass (when isnt he lol)

pairing | aegon x gn!reader

wc | 1.5k

“What.” His chest heaves has his breathing grows more frantic, his fist clenching on the table. He can only stare at his brother with hate in his eyes.

“I plan on asking y/n for their hand-” One of his legs began to shake vigorously, he lifted one of his hands near his face and began biting his nails.

He can't be serious. “No.” Aemond scoffed, “Who are you to tell me no? you are not their father.” Aegon scoffs and shakes his head, “aegon.” His mother who sits next to him attempts to calm her son down but it is no use.

“You have never shown interest before-” “theyre is a great friend, they shall be a great-”

Aegon slams his hands on the table and stands, “I forbid it.” “Who are you to forbid me?” “Your future king.” It was the first time he had referred to himself as king leaving his mother speechless.

Aemond holds his ground giving his brother an amused look, “You will not be king when I marry them.”

Aegon glares, if looks could kill aemond would have been six feet under since his first word in this unforgivable conversation started.

Aemond crosses his arms, “Why are you so upset? You have never shown interest in y/n before hmm?”

He’s right, why was he so upset? You were the stupid friend helaena met as a child. He had seen you around the castle for years, sending him silly smiles or waving frantically if you saw him. He thought you were odd. He would always get this weird feeling whenever he would look at you. It had to be your fault.

Aemond shook his head at his brother before turning to alicent who could only sit there in shock, “I have only come to inform you of my intentions and to ask for your permission.” Alicent looked over to Aegon who didn't even spare her a glance too busy glaring daggers at aemond. “Of course I do not disapprove, y/n is a fine person but maybe we should take some more time to consider-” “I have no need to wait any longer.”

Aegon scoffs, “You have no affection for them.” Due to his anger aegon does not notice the amused and knowing smirk dawning aemonds face, “You know nothing of my affections for them.” Alicent sighs and stands up giving both the boys a pointed look. “Well, I need some time to think this over, you are both dismissed.”

Aegon swiftly left the room to go confront you leaving aemond and alicent in the room. “You are cruel to him, you know of his affections-” “It will be worth it mother just wait.”

Maids swiftly move out of the angry princes way as he rushes through the hallways with one particular person in mind.

He had spotted you sitting in the courtyard beneath a tree and rushed over.

The yard was empty other than the two of you and the occasional maid who passed through.

He froze to admire you for a second. You were reading some history book aemond must have lent you, not noticing the stare of the angry prince. His angry left for a moment, fully consumed by you, that feeling was in his chest again. The feeling he couldn't understand, again he grew angry and stormed over to you.

He felt himself rip the book out of your hands, you gasped and looked up in shock only to see him. “My prince.” You readjust yourself and sit up straight, he glares down at you. “What is the meaning of this?”

You tilt your head, “What ever do you mean my prince?” He scoffs, “Have you entered a courtship with my brother?”

You gasp lightly and look down, he notices your face is flushed, he feels his fists clench.

“I have no idea what you mean my prince.”

Your words are hushed and quiet as you play with your fingers.

He feels himself grow anger at your response. “When did that happen?” You stand and shake your head, “What-” “You have a fondness for my brother? Why?”

You shake your head but he continues growing closer , “What did my brother say to you hmm?” his face is now dangerously close to yours, his words growing more hushed, “Did he woo you somehow? Manage to get you into his bed and have his way with you, i always knew he was-” You shove him back. your chest heeaving with heavy breaths and your face flushed, was it nerves? was it anger? was it embarrassment? he couldn't tell.

“How dare you?” Your eyes well up with tears he feels himself grow uncomfortable by your saddened look. “I hold no affection for your brother prince aegon. I have no clue where you got this idea from.”

You turn your back to him, tears running down your face.

It had been aegon you had quickly fallen in love with as a child. Admiring him became a hobby of yours. He was beautiful, especially in the day light and strangely enough he looked gorgeous right now. Your childish affections grew into much more as the years went on, despite his seeming distaste for you you had always loved him. The words and accusations thrown at you would not hurt from anyone else, but they were from him.

“The only prince i hold affections for is you.”

He feels himself freeze at your words, “What.” Its a different what than earlier, it's quieter, less harsh. His hands are frozen, relaxed and open, his eyes widen as he stumbles back slightly as if youve stabbed him.

“I do not wish to repeat-” “please…” you turn back at the plea of his voice, you notice his expression has fallen into one of despair, his eyes water as he stares at you.

“Aegon.” You take a step towards him and he takes one back, you reach for his hand and grasp it before he can pull it away, “I… I have always loved you…..”

He looks into your eyes for a sigh of deception, you must be lying, how could you love someone like him?

But all he sees when he looks into your eyes brings the same familiar feeling in his chest he had been feeling for so long.

It was love.

The hand holding yours tightens as he pulls you into his chest, he hears you gasp slightly but it is lost to his sobs as he begins to cry.

You wrap your arms around him and he pulls you in even closer, “im sorry my love im sorry.” he mumbling into the croak of your neck.

“its alright aegon.”

He shakes his head, “no no is not i love you. i love you.”

You grab his shoulders and push him back slightly so you could look at him, he whines and tries to move back but you stand your ground.

“You should not say things out of pity…”

“This is not out of pityy!”

The harshness of his tone shocks you for a second, “i could never understand what i felt for you before but now i understand, i am in love with you my love and i think i always have been.”

your own tears begin to fall as you accept this and accept him.

He leans forward his face once again right against yours, “Please allow me to kiss you.”

You laugh and press your lips against his in an easy kiss.

This kiss fills him with an unfamiliar sense of comfort, sure hes kissed others before but it has never felt like this. He feels shock waves flowing through his body in pure pleasure as he deepens it. he should vow to never kiss another as another's kiss will never bring pure bliss loe yours has.

You two pull away and you can only stare at him in shock, it must have felt as good to you as it had him.

“Im glad you are still wooed by my charms my love.” You roll your eyes and shove him lightly, of course a kiss could bring him back to normal.

“You are an idiot.”

He shakes his head and grins, “I may be an idiot but i am your idiot my love.”

You flush and shove him again.

“Now please do not marry my brother.”

You take a step back in shocked, “What ever are you talking about?”

“He had asked for permission to marry you implying you two had entered some sort of courtship…” He trails off at the look on your face and his face grows hard, “that bastard.”

Aemond can only watch from the balcony above with a satisfied look, “i told you mother, he just needed a little encouragement.” Alicent can barely hear him over her happiness, she holds her hands against her chest and smiles fondly at her son, happy he found a happiness she never could have.

[stellasmessyworld]

CHAPTER 1: Unexpected encounters

You study law at the Dragonstone University. How will your life change when your roommate’s attractive brother starts studying at the same university.

Enemies to Lovers. Modern au. Aemond Targaryen x Y/N.

~i do not own any these characters it’s just a fanfiction~

It’s 8am when you wake up and check your phone. Initially, you just stare at the screen but then you realise that your classes start in half an hour. This realisation prompts you jump out of the bed. You get out of the room and find your way to the bathroom but as you try to open the door, you hear a voice saying “Occupied!”. The voice belonged to your roommate and best friend since the beginning of your freshman year- Heleana Targaryen.

You met accidentally on the campus and started talking. After a few weeks she proposed you move in with her. The spacious apartment offered a welcome escape from your crowded dorm. The room you got at Heleana’s (now also your) apartment was nice with a big closet. The issue was that there was only one bathroom and at this moment when you needed it most, it was occupied. You couldn’t blame Heleana, she probably thought you already left for classes earlier.

Unable to access the bathroom, you decide to at least get some breakfast. You head to the kitchen to grab a bowl and fill it with cereal and milk, as you quickly empty it while scrolling through your phone. Just as you finish your cereal the bathroom door opens, revealing Hel in with a towel over her head.

“Good morning, babes” she greets you as she dries off her hair with the dampened towel.

“Hi Hel”, you reply “it could’ve been a good day if my alarm could finally wake me up one of these days”.

“Oh no, you overslept again?” she asked genuinely concerned.

“Yep” you confirm, emphasising the “P”.

“What class do you have now?” she asks. “Constitutional Law, so if i don’t get there in ten minutes the professor will kill me.” I stand up from the kitchen chair and make my way to the now free bathroom. “You know i can always talk with him, right? He is my grandfather after all.”

“It’s alright, Hel. I know professor Hightower is your grandfather but i don’t want to be treated differently just because of my friendship with you. I’ll manage to get there on time somehow. Thank you tho.” you tell her from the bathroom actually content that she wants to help in her own way. You brush your teeth quickly as you get yourself ready to leave. When you finish doing a quick makeup, you decide that you’re all ready to walk out. “Bye, Hel. See ya in the evening.” “Have a nice day, babes” she replies as you smile at her and close the door behind yourself.

The way to the Dragonstone University wasn’t long because you live literally next to the campus. You get there at 8:26am which spares you 4 minutes to get some coffee before the class. “How nice…” you think.

There is just one person before you in the queue to the café, and it’s the person you wouldn’t think you would see today.

Aemond Targaryen - Heleana’s younger brother, also majoring in Law. You were surpised to see him because it was already the second term of the freshman year and you hadn’t seen him even once at the University. The last time you saw him was actually the time you met him. It was when he visited you and Heleana at the flat. You were living there for 2 weeks at that moment. Heleana introduced the two of you and you exchanged typical small talk, until he excused himself to the bathroom and you had to leave for class.

It was a bit weird to you, to see him at your University, because the last time you talked about him with Heleana she mentioned he is studying at the Kingslanding University and definitely not here.

It wasn’t anything terrible that he was here. He is very intelligent, eloquent and um well…attractive. You couldn’t lie to yourself that he wasn’t good looking, as he was standing before you in his black jeans, a green cashmere-looking sweater that probably cost a fortune. His long hair tied in a bun. He was wearing a couple of silver rings on his fingers and ~oh his fingers~ were they nice?…

And then there is you, sweatpants, an oversized hoodie, quick messy makeup and a bit of tangled hair and your head. Snapping back to reality you decide to run away and skip coffee because you don’t want him to see you look like this. As you turn around to quickly leave you hear a voice that makes you jump.

“Yn, hi!” It’s Jace Velaryon standing in front of you he’s Hel’s nephew. “How many of her family members study or teach here?” you think to yourself. “Hi Jace, how are you?” you reply not to be considered mean as he hugs you tightly. Suddenly he tenses and you already know what’s his reason of sudden stress. It’s the silver-haired man you were trying to run away from. “Hello, nephew” you hear his deep voice. “Aemond”, Heleana’s cousin replies still a bit tense. Then Aemond’s eye lands on you. “Yn, i thought i would see you here”. You shiver at his words. Did he think about you? you were asking yourself so many questions but then you decided to reply to him. “Good to see you, Aemond” you give him a soft smile. And he looks at you for a couple of seconds too long…

Thank you for reading… It’s my first fic on tumblr so if you have any advise for me i would be thankful. Love u all. <3

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[sophie-looks-at-stuff]

Some Modern Aegon ii Headcanons:

Hey y'all! Finally got internet in my new place! So I'll be able to post the rest of my headcanons in the next few days. I've done Aemond, so I'll continue with the 'A' name theme, and do Aegon ii next! He was pretty fun to write for honestly. Hope y'all enjoy! :)

Business major, for sure. Maybe Finance major? Partly because it fits the frat boy stereotype, but also because Viserys and Alicent want him to take over the family business one day. And he really doesn’t even know where to start with all that. Tries to convince them many times that Aemond would be the better fit. (Aemond agrees)

Has seriously considered starting an only fans... He's pretty much got a username, and plan made out, he just hasn't committed to making it.

When Aemond gets his own apartment, Aegon decides to just move into the frat house he’s a part of, it’s easy, and he’d still get his own room. Plus he’ll probably be the president at some point so really he’s just prepping for that. But he'll probably get his own place at some point again fairly soon after.

As I mentioned in my hotd headcanons post, Aegon would take the party themes very seriously, and that extends to the planning as well. He has a very specific drink list. With certain brands and flavors. He briefs the pledges that man the door, and let people in. Basically he tells them all girls get in, most guys too, as long as no one is being a problem. Aegon just likes to have a good time, he doesn't really care too much about the guest list.

Has a shelf/container in his bathroom of different designer colognes. He picks a different one depending on the mood he’s in, and what he’s doing for the day.

I think he'd be into pretty much anyone. We all know Aegon likes a good sneaky link, but I think he does long for something more sometimes. Sure he has fun, and it's a stress relief for him maybe. But as he gets older, he gets lonelier.

In certain scenarios I see him going for someone who would be very opposite him. Someone more serious, and studious. Maybe fits into that "nerdy girl" stereotype. He'd find it fun to make them flustered. When he "accidentally" runs into them at the library he tries to play it off as a coincidence, but really he just wanted to see them.

Maybe they meet through Aemond, or they had a class together. If they did have a class together, he would at first be sitting several seats away, but every class he moves a couple chairs closer. Until he's eventually right next to you, which would be when his flirting begins.

Aegon would be so clueless in the romantic/boyfriend category. He's a professional at flirting, and getting people in his bed. But he gets super nervous to ask you on a first date. He worries you won't think he's serious. And when he finally does, he spends several days planning the date, to make it perfect. He's very excited.

He seems like a guy who would fall hard, and fall fast. Maybe a little clingy, especially at first. But he learns overtime, and becomes more secure in himself as a boyfriend. He might just need some reassurance every once in a while.

Like Aemond, I think one of his love languages would be gift giving. Maybe it's cause they both have money to spare? But I think Aegon preferes words of affirmation most of all. He compliments you all the time, and loves it when you do the same to him. "Is that a new top? Cause damn babe, you look good".

He knows he's not the golden child (that title probably belongs to Aemond or Helaena), but he wants to still make Alicent proud of him. He might just not know how to do that yet. He might joke about how his family is annoying but deep down he really loves them.

Sometimes he wishes he was closer to his siblings. As the eldest he feels like he needs to be better about being around, and making an effort. Like going to get a coffee with Aemond, or lunch with Helaena. Maybe even drive Daeron to his fencing lessons.

This man loves a sugary drink or snack. If you go to Starbucks, he's going to get some hella sweet frappuccino with whipped cream and toppings. And if y'all walk by a bakery or candy store he might just drag you in there.

He's oddly good at english? Like in high school, and your teacher would ask something like "and what does the blue door represent to the protagonist?" Maybe it's just cause he's good at bullshitting things? But he's oddly very perceptive/good with literary questions like that.

He likes to wear his hair longer. He likes the look, and I've got to say, I agree. Alicent likes his hair shorter, she tries to convince him it's easier to manage. Plus that's how she'd do it when he was a kid. But Aegon won't budge. "No, no Mom, it's sexy". She rolls her eyes to this.

All in all, it might take him a little longer to find his way, and to be more secure in himself. But ultimately he's a sweetheart, a romantic, and sympathetic guy. He just wants his mom to be as proud of him as she is his siblings, and he wants to be a good older brother. But he loves his family, and he loves his s/o too. He just needs some extra love in return sometimes.

[anjelicawrites]

The unexpected paramour

Paring: modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Synopsis: you love Aemond Targaryen and he loves you. You suspect your cat loves him more.

Warnings: none. High Valyrian curtesy of some online dictionary

When you started dating Aemond you knew you'd have many women try to steal him from yourself. You also know Aemond is blissfully unaware of the effect he has on women, and men as well. 

For the longest time Aemond had thought you two were just friends and had stared at you with his pretty lilac eye wide open when you confessed to him and trembled on the inside waiting for his answer

"I love you too - he had said and you had let go of the breath you were holding - I just didn't think you could be interested in me that way". 

In that moment you could have either opened the can of worms that was how Aemond perceived himself, or you could unpack that later; you choose the second option

"May I kiss you?" You had said already on your tippy toes

"You may" he had half smiled, reaching for you. 

You'd never think the danger would be your asshole cat Saffron. 

You and Aemond have had countless dates, slept at his place, helped him redecorate a little and did all the silly things couples in love usually do. 

But he had never set foot in your home. Not that you have some dirty secret there, but you have a cat, the asshole known as Saffron. 

Saffron is the catest cat who had ever cated in the history of human-feline interaction. 

You had adopted her from one of those kill shelters after one of your friends had sent you the Facebook post with her story and your bleeding heart couldn't help itself. Yeah, the post explained clearly that Saffron didn't like human interaction and you thought it would be ok with you. Because of your job you worked odd hours and an overly cuddly cat would probably suffer from that, but you didn't expect Saffron to hide from you for the whole first year of adoption. You knew she was all right only because she ate, drank and did her business in the cat litter. After this first year she had decided that she could be seen and briefly petted for five minutes every day. She usually stared as you with contempt and looked positively disgusted when you had friends over. She would randomly accept Catisfactions but refused to be touched by them. If your friends had pets of their own, she would just hiss at them and stare with frank hate on her face. 

You tell Aemond all of this one day. You are just chilling on his new sofa you helped him choose and he just smiles at you. 

He states again that he doesn't mind: both of you work stressful jobs, requiring loads of your time, his place is closest not only to his workplace, but to your job as well, so your commute is actually shorter than your own apartment and he'd rather spent here whatever little spare time you have, than having to spend more time to get to where you live. But still, you feel like you're hiding something from him, even though you are not. It just feels weird that some of your stuff is at his place, but you have none of his. You’d very much like to wear one of his T-shirts when you are chilling on the sofa (Aemond doesn’t do hoodies, even at home, he does old t-shirts and comfy, fluffy cardigans). It feels like you are not really sharing your life with him. You know that it is all in your head and that he would tell you if he wasn't happy: his family lives and breathes lies, he wants none of that between the two of you, he'd rather talk it out, no matter how bad the problem. 

Aemond smiles genuinely when you tell him all of this and is ready to start on a rant when you say you don't know how Saffron would react to someone who owns a dragon

"One cannot own a dragon" he chastises you tapping one of his long fingers on your nose

"Aemond Targaryen you know what I mean!" 

You love that he is always sharp and accurate in everything he does, but he is beside the point now

"I know you do - he raises his hands in mock surrender - you think she would attack me?"

"I don't know - your shoulders slump in defeat - no one knows what her life had been before the shelter. I wouldn't say she was used to other animals, but I am positive she knew what dogs and cats are. But dragons?" You bury your face in your hands

"Hey vēzos, none of that - he delicately removes your hands away - it is of no use to worry now. We'll try and see what happens" 

''What if she hates you?"

"I'll live with that, as long as you love me". 

Your heart flutters at his words. Aemond rarely talks about his feelings, he'd rather show you how much he cares. For him to say it out loud, it means he understands how important this is for you; for all his issues and the problematic family he has, he is a walking green flag. 

The night he finally arrives at your apartment your hands are shaking a little. It is your day off and you have tried to maintain your usual routine, so that Saffron wouldn't notice that something is brewing. 

The only difference in your shared routine, is that you have been using one of those cat hormone thingies you can pop in a socket since the week prior. You are not sure if they really work, but they wouldn't do any harm either, since Saffron seems to be her usually bitchy self and she is staring at you from her perch, when Aemond knocks on your door. 

You try not to run to open it, but you know you are moving hurriedly while Saffron eyes you with contempt

"Vēzos" he smiles and is one of those reserved only to you 

"Come in! - you gesture around yourself - make yourself home!"

You hear the rustling of his jacket and the soft thud of his booths as he removes them. You ask him about his day while you are finishing dinner. You start rambling, moving pans and pots around while Aemond tells you about his day. He is chatting while he is making himself comfortable, when he stops talking abruptly

"Vēzos, I think you should come here"

You find him sitting on the sofa, Saffron on his lap, aggressively purring and making biscuits against his abdomen. Aemond has both his hands in the air and is staring at you with surprise

"What do I do now?" He doesn't sound scared but positively insecure

"I am not sure. This is not what I would have expected". 

And so begins the love story between your boyfriend and your cat, whose only aim now is to make you feel like you are the third wheel in your own relationship. 

Every single time Aemond is at your place, you cannot scuttle close to him, because Saffron is there, purring and staring at you with a challenging stare, from his lap. You and Aemond cannot try to be intimate, because Saffron will come between the two of you and try to push off the bed. When Aemond is not around, she stares at you with even more contempt than usual. The times you have to Skype when he is away for work, she is constantly in front of the pc, her ass up in the air while she meows pitifully. Aemond, obviously, spurs her on. He only has eyes for her, buys her treats and toys, is constantly petting her and tells you not to scold her.

"I thought you'd be happy that she likes me" Aemond tells you one night almost snickering 

You are curled up against his chest while outside a storm rages. 

"Don't even start. It's not funny"

"Are you jealous of your own cat?" He feigns surprise

"I might be - you pout - I saved her from that awful shelter, I am the one who feeds her, cleans her litter and she makes biscuits on your tummy!"

"It kinda hurts when she does that" he tries to reign in his mirth

"Well, she can be the one making you lasagna next time" you say trying to disentangle your limbs from his, but he is too fast and you find yourself under his weight

"I can convince you to change your mind - his lilac eye glints mischievously - do you want to be convinced?"

You pretend to try and get away, which causes Aemond to start tickling you, while waxing poetic about your cooking skills. 

You suspect all his neighbors have heard your laugh. 

[spoilersmylove13]

Since their wedding night, prince Aegon has been complaining everywhere about how his wife and sister acted like a dead fish on their wedding night. He burps with breaths of fine wine when he does that, as queen Alicent marches toward him, demanding him to stop talking, “Aegon, think of the shame you’ll bring to your sister, your wife!” Aegon simply shrugs, walking away with a newly-filled glass of wine.

The princess, as usual, surrounds herself with insects, not sparing one more look at her husband’s direction. They have not slept in the same chamber ever since. While Aegon’s chamber is never short of whores coming and going, Helaena’s nights are usually much quieter. Until one evening, that is.

When Helaena pasts Lucerys’ chamber, she is surprised to find there are no guards in front of his door. She doesn’t think much of it, until faint noises start coming out of his chamber. The intermediate moans from her nephew, her sister’s son.

As she walks in, Lucerys’ half-bared ass is facing right to her, bucking at a pillow Luke’s been holding tightly, while her nephew is moaning wantonly, not noticing Helaena’s presence. “A-Aemond…” cried Lucerys, as he trembles so intensely while reaching his climax.

Helaena watches with her eyes widened, bit slow to piece everything together and register the obvious obsession Luke has on her little brother. Awkwardly, she clears her throat, and Luke snaps his head back to see his aunt standing in his room, looking all lost.

“Gods, I’m…I’m sorry, Helaena. I…” Luke’s voices sounds cracked, with a hint of crying tone. He fumbles to cover himself with pillows and sheets, his face looking crimson red. Helaena should probably leave, as she tells herself in her mind. Instead, she sits down by Luke’s bed.

Helaena is never one to clingy onto the carnal pleasure like her husband, who’s always seen with an armful of whores, sometimes maids, groping them under their underskirts. She seems to be against all forms touch. Her first reaction is to flinch, whenever she’s touched.

But tonight something is different. As she watched Lucerys reaching the edge of his pleasure, she becomes curious, wondering what it would be like, to be over the edge of ecstasy, the thing that’s constantly chased by her husband Aegon.

Lucerys is still shaking, partly out of pleasure and partly out of shame. “I’m sorry, aunt Hel. I was…I thought no one was coming here so I dismissed the guards and..” he looks up at her, realizing she must have heard him screaming Aemond’s name, “Please, you can’t tell a single soul…I’m…I’m a disgrace, I…”

The sobbing gets louder and louder. Helaena reaches her arm, cradling the young prince in her arms, bringing him onto her laps, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” She twists her body uncomfortably, then realizes what the wetness is around her lower waist seeping through the fabric of her dressing gown.

“Oh Gods,” babbled Lucerys, “Oh Gods I’m so, so sorry…” He lifts himself up, his engorged clit exposed to her, red and swollen, glistening too. Helaena swallowed. She brushes against Lucerys’ tender bud with her finger, making him squirm and yelp at the same time, “Wait…It’s still sensitive.” Luke sounds breathy, but there’s no sign of asking her to stop.

So Helaena adds another finger, pinching the clit as Luke throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, “Fuck, yes, keep going, hmm...” Helaena’s breaths start to become heavy out of the excitement. Lucerys understands the cue, so he reaches down his own hand, slipping into Helaena’s gown, slightly rubbing her pussy lips.

Before she could manage to hold back, a tiny moan escapes Helaena’s lips. Lucerys hums in contentment, leaning onto his aunt, as he inserts one finger in her while thumbing her clit. Helaena moves her hips, grinding herself on Luke’s hand, fastening her movements on her hand as well.

Soon both of them are panting loudly, foreheads pressing together as they’re about to finish. Luke’s lips find Helaena’s neck, as he places little pecks on it, licking it every once in a while. Helaena shivers, feeling her body tense up, then released from the buildup pleasure all over her. Tears well up in her eyes. She almost cries having an orgasm.

Luke is close too. He buries his forehead in the nook of Helaena’s shoulder, one hand in her pussy, the other gripping and kneading her breasts. He let out a series of muffled cries against Helaena’s skin while she raises her arms and hugs the boy tight, waiting for him to get over his own shivering orgasm.

They cuddle together in bed, playfully kissing each other on the cheeks, noses and chins. Helaena doesn’t leave until the dawn. Little do they know, the cleaning maid catches a glimpse of princess Helaena leaving prince Lucerys’ chamber when she comes in…

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“Helaena? Impossible.” snorted Aegon, “Your spy is wrong, Criston. Have you fucked Helaena? Oh, you haven’t. Then let me tell you, she is no fun. Not in a million years would she shag our nephew, not to mention everyone knows he’s got his eyes on buzz-killer Aemond, Gods bless his poor soul.”

“Nevertheless, my prince. The Blacks are a bunch of shameless whores. I am merely concerned that the princess might be corrupted.” replies Ser Cole. Aegon waves his hand impatiently, “Yes, yes, they take it from their whore mother. I’ve heard hundreds of times from mother. Leave me.”

Aegon raises his hand again but stops halfway. Somehow he loses his interest in summoning his whore back in. He takes a big gulp of his wine, stumbles up and wanders to his wife’s bedchamber. Helaena sits there, by the window, looking down at the training yard where Jacaerys is practicing swords play with his brother Lucerys.

“Something fun to watch?” Helaena turns her head, giving her husband a blank look, and looks away, “Nothing, husband.” “I heard you and little Lucy had a wonderful time last night, and the nights before.” Aegon sounds colder than usual, his eyes not leaving Helaena.

Helaena turns back at him with slight surprise in her eyes. But soon enough her expression changes to her usual look of indifference. This, Aegon sees as a slap in his face. Rage rises in him and he grabs Helaena’s wrist, slamming her to the bed.

“Why aren’t you denying it? Trying to hide it? Lie to me at the very least?” He growls, silver strands of hair messily frame his face. Helaena does not reply. She tilts her head to the side, waiting for his usual way of force-entering. Aegon flips her over, making her lying belly down on the bed, and tears open her dress with his right hand.

“Not having enough fun from your Lord husband?” spits Aegon as he frees his cock from his breeches, “If getting fucked is what you want, why don’t you come to me?” Aegon thrusts mercilessly, a hand gripping his sister’s hair, “Of all these sluts I pay for in the Keep, I didn’t know you were one of them. My own wife and sister! Whoring herself to a bastard!”

Aegon bucks his hip deeper in his sister, who is still not responsive, just taking in silence. This only angers Aegon further. He takes off his small clothes hanging by his ankle and covers Helaena’s mouth, “Taste it. Sniff it. That’s your husband. Your brother. The one you should be fucking. I’m sick of you acting like a dead fish while screeching like a whore in someone else’s bed.”

He grabs Helaena’s hair and forces her to look up, “You should be grateful of your husband’s cock, Helaena, of your brother’s…” And then Aegon freezes, as he sees tears streaming down from Helaena’s face, already smothered red by his small clothes. He stops thrusting, one hand cupping his sister’s face, meeting her unfocused eyes, “Hey, hey, hey, Hel, don’t…don’t cry…”

He lowers his body, pressing the tip of his nose on Helaena’s temple, “What’s wrong? I thought you liked it rough. The whores always…Fuck what am I saying? I…I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he raised his hand to wipe her tears, only to find more and more tears dripping down. Aegon stays in her, afraid to move. Slowly, he gets his arms around her, while Helaena sobs in his arms.

“There, there.” Aegon awkwardly coos at her, “I’m holding you. Like when we were kids. You were the best sister, always quiet, not crying at all in my arms. You refused to let anybody else hold you except me. You cried so loud when mother tried to take you in her arms. You still flinch when she or grandfather touches you. But you always let me hold you.”

Helaena stops sobbing, but Aegon keeps going, “That’s the only kind of love I get. Touch. The kind of touch when mother is not slapping me.” He laughs a little, “The whores throw themselves over me. They ride me, screaming about how much they love me. Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend they were you.”

A kiss, then two, then three come down on Helaena’s cheek. Aegon turns her over, scrutinizing her face for the first time in years. He leans forward, whispering, half to himself half to her, “Why weren’t we close anymore since grandsire announced our betrothal? I miss you, Hel.”

Helaena wipes her tears, then brings her brother’s face close to her, planting a light kiss on his lips, “I miss you too, Egg.” Somehow simple words like this make Aegon’s eyes red. Slowly, he picks back up his pace, gently thrusting in and out, observing Helaena’s face. She tilts her head back, arching her back to match his thrusts.

Aegon kisses Helaena’s cheek again, “You’re alright with the pace?” Helaena nods, and puts her arms around his waist, pressing his hip down at her. Aegon does not notice he’s crying. He keeps thrusting and pounding, muttering, “I miss you, I miss you.” Helaena takes his hand, and places it over her clit, rubbing herself against it, “It’s alright Aegon. I’m here.”

And Aegon comes hard at her words, screaming into her nape, thighs trembling. Helaena’s walls tighten around him, causing a painfully sounded groan from her husband. And Helaena squirts right after that, clear fluid wetting the both of them.

Aegon collapses on top of her, catching his breaths. His lips stay close to Helaena’s face and neck, pressing deep and shallow kisses all over. He rests his head on Helaena’s chest, one hand fondling her nipples. “Well that was not too bad at all, my lady wife,” chuckled Aegon, “and next time, maybe I’ll help you fuck Lucy if our brother won’t fuck him.”

[atopvisenyashill]

Dances of the dragons; what are things you like about the story in the show and book.

Well clearly I’m very fond of Rhaenyra and her little family. Something I really like exploring in fiction is ~blended families~ having been born into one myself and I find it fascinating especially in the pseudo-medieval context of a song of ice and fire. The complexity of balancing this family with what the world at large considers proper, of protecting this family when it's very existence is a threat to the established order of things.

I also really love the whole Aegon/Sunfyre and Baela/Moondancer stand off. I think the narrative aspects of it are amazing and it fits their characters so well. Baela being purposefully kept out of the war, kept even from defending Dragonstone, going off on this long shot stand off against the leader of the enemy faction and then she fails. I think what is often forgotten about Baela in this instance is that her amazing bravery is worth nothing in the end. Aegon still takes Dragonstone, Rhaenyra is still murdered, and worst of all, Moondancer dies and Sunfyre is mortally wounded. All she does is help kill two more dragons, help kill the power of her own family, sacrificing her own beloved dragon, her own agency later in life, for nothing not even a temporary win. Then you have Aegon as Sunfyre's only rider, Sunfyre feeling Aegon's distress and sacrificing his own life to come save Aegon, taking not one but two life ending crashes to the ground all for love of Aegon, and then just dying and leaving Aegon such a mess he's dragging Baela out and threatening to become a kinslayer with his own two hands in front of the entirety of King's Landing. The moment Sunfyre dies, Aegon is dead. They are too connected in a way many of the other bonds are not. It's not just like Vhagar or Caraxes mindlessly going into death because it's what their riders want from them; no, Sunfyre seeks death out in a vain attempt to save his rider, after Aegon goes through deliberate pains to separate himself from Sunfyre to spare Sunfyre the same fate as Vhagar, Caraxes, Arrax, or Meleys.

Also that final confrontation between Aegon and Rhaenyra - that i hope you died / you first, you are the elder exchange - is soooooo good. The way Aegon traumatizes the Younger the way Helaena and Jaehaera were, completely screwing over his own heir in his rage, and Rhaenyra's body isn't even safe from being sexually abused when she's dead.....George was cooking here.

As for the show, I think the casting is leaps and bounds better than the main show. I think probably the weakest links on the cast are (I'm about to get tomatoes thrown at me here) Ewan, Emily, and Sonoya but I don't think any of them are bad by any stretch. Emily does some amazing work showing Alicent's despair and anxiety and intelligence. I would put her on the same level as Maisie in the original show - she needs some time to find her feet as an actor but you can see her growing and changing as an artist and performer before your eyes. Sonoya has a bit of a lackluster script to work with (it's hard to adapt Mysaria, she's just a bunch of awful ~far east~ stereotypes rolled into one upsetting character) and she's also clearly struggling around her accent. I'm hoping she'll pull a Peter Dinklage next season and get used to the accent. Ewan is also here I guess (*kanye shrug* I think he looks too old and little Aemond was leagues better, sue me!!). But everyone else is just on their mark constantly, elevating the script with their own ideas or acting choices. And what I'll give Condal, Hess, and Miguel is that they also let the actors have a say in the characters. In my opinion, the best shows always include actor input. Three of my favorite shows in fact - Leverage, Battlestar Galactica, and Farscape - all include rather long arcs for several characters that came because the actors said "can we dig into what motivates my character more? i wrote out a backstory if you're interested" or "i'm not sure my character would react that way, i think it would go this way" and the writers listened and let them be part of the writing. I love to drag these writers for all the best ideas coming from the actors but I find it commendable that instead of plugging their ears to minor pushback like D&D did, they said "damn tom, olivia, this carriage scene is so much better the way you're doing it, go crazy" or "hey matt you're doing some great acting here, tell us what you're thinking, let's dig in" and emma has talked extensively about how they let them really dig into gender performance as they wrote the character.

Maybe that doesn't seem like a big compliment but, at the risk of sounding too cheesy, I think art is a conversation ya kno?! It's a push and pull between the performers, the writers, the cinematographers, the special effects, as well as the viewer. When you see art as a dictatorship, it stifles what you're saying. But when you bring in fresh eyes, when you collaborate, I think you are more likely to have a much more polished, much more beautiful end product. And I think in allowing like, Emily Carrey the ability to read her own queerness into Alicent and then portray that on screen made for an Alicent that feels so much more real than if Emily was forced to simply read the words on the page without emotionally connecting to it! Look at how Stephen Dillane and the guy who played Barristan were clearly phoning it in because they weren't listened to! Look at how clearly annoyed Gwendoline and Nikolaj were at the ending there because they didn't like how the plot was going! When the artists are involved in the making of their own craft, it's just better!

(but what about Rhys, you say, didn't you once say he had negative charisma? yes, yes he does, i think he's wildly overrated as an actor and i don't understand the appeal but i think otto himself is also devoid of charisma so rhys fits!! i am a hater sorry!!!)

Anyways, yes, I love Rhaenyra and Aegon because I love deranged gay older sister - violent beefy young brother duos from hell with all my heart, I love Baela the Burnt with all my heart, and I love all the actors and the collaborative nature of HOTD.

[tinfairies]

mean aemond thought! based on the whole “i get broody and horny when im ovulating” thing because reeealllllll

okay so i think with a more like, demure, soft, quiet, ‘i really wish you liked me a bit more so ill try and be as good as possible so youre not so mean’ wife, who’d recognise the pattern and actively try and avoid him a little bit during these times. not maliciously, but purely just to spare herself the embarrassment, esepcially after aemonds taken to making fun of her when she cant help but tell him she loves him when she cums and she just doesnt want him to have any more ammo against her.

aemond definitely still fucks when shes on her period, however which way he goes about it, so theres no excuse for the avoidance in his head at all. until he catches the previously sweet, slightly passive, soft wife in the act. he knows his little wife gets wet easy, but from the way the sheets are a bit too slick beneath her, he knows that she mustve made herself cum a few times already by now. if that didnt clue him in to what exactly was going on, his little wifes mumblings will. he didnt realise how good his wife was at not letting her internal thoughts run rampant when they have sex, and hes so, so mad that shes deprived him of it as he listens to her. hearing her slur about how she ‘wants to be filled’ ‘so so so bad’ and how she ‘needs to be full’ and how she ‘wants so many of his babes.. please? please’ oh my god the man is actually fuming.

bonus point: aegon is such a sexual deviant like. he know she belongs to aemond so he just has to take whatever he can get, knowing that shes probably the only woman he cant have how he wants to because she so heavily belongs to aemond. he likes to spy and creep and he happened upon this.. part of her cycle so long before aemond did - it was the one part of her he owned that aemond didnt, even if hes technically a peeping tom. and aemonds wife can go so long and make herself cum so many times that hed mark it as a national monthly holiday in his calander if he could; the loser wakes up with a pep in his step and hes in a visibly joyus mood for a good few days during this whole phase. so when aemond happens upon his little.. treat, aemond might happen to see a chubby, grumbling blonde spectre slink away from his place in the shadows. which would probably amp up aemonds foul mood even fouler. tbh tho, idk whether hed breed the ever living shit out of his wife asap or if hed make her wait and be cruel to her about it for a while as punishment. or maybe hed say fuck it and just breed her and hope that aegon sees it and knows that this extends his claim on her now and his wifes punishment is constant breeding, and then he gets to embarrass her with the knowledge that she just allowed aegon, king of whores, to watch them do what they did.

Oh he'd probably torment her about it. Make himself known to her, but tells her to keep touching herself. Aemond makes her beg for it, knowing he's listening, looking him in the eye as she moans and cums on her fingers again and again.

He may just fuck her until she overflowing with his cum, putting her in a position so Aegon can get a good view. Once he's done, he'd very obviously call out his brother. His poor wife goes completely red and hides her face, knowing that the whore prince just witnessed all of it

Aemond for sure holds this over her, and is happy he's ruined something for his brother

[hamliet]

Why Alys? What qualities do you think he saw in her? Like why did he fall in love with her?

Mommy issues.

I'm kidding. I'm kind of kidding. It's definitely got some Oedipal-tints to it, though, which is not to invalidate it. They're both adults.

The honest main reason, I think, is that Alys saw Aemond as Aemond. Aemond was kind of his family's lowest priority and always working to prove himself. Aegon was king, Helaena was queen, Daeron was well-loved. Aemond was out an eye; the only thing he accomplished was riding Vhagar. Much like Daemon, he sought recognition in being a loyal, successful warrior.

Alys was a bastard, an overlooked child of Lyonel Strong. Aemond's cruelty towards his nephews over their supposed illegitimacy, Aemond was probably fueled by the fact that he wasn't treated much better than a royal bastard would be--worse, in fact, than some, like Orys Baratheon. Why were they getting treated better than he was, by their father who clearly wasn't their bio father, then by their stepfather, when they weren't even their blood? Why did his actual father treat him poorly when he was his blood?

All that to say. Alys and Aemond could probably relate on account of family issues, which is probably why he spared her, which itself was probably the first singling out in a positive way Alys had ever known. Alys then offered Aemond insight into himself, and also a type of power his family, no matter their titles or love, did not ever have.

[dulcewrites]

okay but let's discuss what meeting alys and elysa who are obviously both women and a couple would mean for alicent (putting the more prevalent 'my son/our husband and the love of our life is dead and we're all mourning' part of their meeting aside for a quick minute lol). i could see the girls not being overly affectionate in her presence but her still sensing a vibe, maybe seeing younger rhaenyra and herself in the looks they exchange and how they act around each other and just being like 'oh'. cause as much as im of the opinion that yes, she is indeed deeply repressed, i don't think she's stupid. i like to think that even tho she does not let herself dwell on it and can't call certain feelings by name, she Does have them at the back of her mind, maybe having thought about it a lot and having come to terms with it throughout those years spent apart/estranged from rhaenyra. personally i headcanon alicent as a lesbian so that would ofc make their experiences very different but basically what im getting at is alicent maybe thinking 'there are other people similar to me out there?' and all three of them maybe feeling some sort of unsaid sense of solidarity:((

Wait… why did this literally make me tear up 😭😭. Especially the “there are people similar to me out there” part. I honestly didn’t even think about this angle but oh I def am now. Specifically since I have the headcanon that alys was the one who sort of hinted to Aemond that maybe those complicated feelings he picked up from his mom (towards Rhaenyra) are for a different reason.

I saw this tweet about that scene between young Alicent and cristion. When he basically own goals himself and admits he was the one who slept with nyra, and how devastated she looked. Like yes it is her best friend (and crush) lying to her, on her mother’s name (nyra why ☹️). Yes it is a princess putting herself in a precarious position before being married and she is the queen. But basically the tweet was how Alicent probably was upset bc she realized Rhaenyra could have feelings for men in a way Alicent can’t (I like this bc I headcanon Alicent as a lesbian and Rhaenyra as bi).

Alys would probably pick up on the energy straight away bc Aemond tells her about Alicent sending terms. Then she sees Rhaenyra spared Alicent’s life. Considering everything that has happened, you don’t do that type of stuff for just anyone. Regardless of how close you may have been as girls. Something else is there.

They wouldn’t be overly affectionate but I’m sure Alicent would be like “why were these non targ girls essentially fine with sharing a husband”. Like not even best of besties do that lmao. But then she sees alys confronting Elysa over something it just… hits her.

I like the idea of her seeing different versions of herself in the girls. She probably sees a lot of her younger herself in Elysa. alys is the first woman she’s ever been with in that way. I would think alys, just by being older, probably knew longer about liking women. So on top of being a young mother now, she’s probably still finding her footing with her sexuality/relationships. Then she probably sees how maybe things could have been in alys. Who despite the bad hand she’s been dealt for so long, still found Aemond and Elysa. She gets to raise her kids with a woman who loves her. Or maybe seeing a bit of Rhaenyra in sense that she got to grow up while Alicent maybe feels like she’s stuck in the same place.

[dowagersqueen]

There's been another leak from a guy that's known to be unreliable (although he did get a few things right in S1?) and this time it was about Helaemond and antis have lost their minds about it lmao. Apparently it will be revealed in S2 that they've been having a relationship and the kids are implied and basically confirmed to be his but, before leaving for Harrenhal, Aemond will be ending their relationship and this will apparently play a role in Helaena's suicide which will happen at the end of S2. Now as it's been pointed out it's far too early in production to say if this is accurate at all but the reactions this stuff is getting are out of proportion…and, if accurate, I think some are intentionally pretending not to understand why Aemond would end the relationship: first of all he would blame himself for B&C and Helaena's descent into madness and grief and secondly he would obviously believe he isn't worthy anymore of her love given that he's the one responsible for her suffering. And maybe he himself believes he's likely to die in the war and never return back to her, it's possible he thinks he would be sparing her if he ends whatever affair they may have had. I have to mention that one would've expected her to be the one to end it (because he caused her son's death) but if you think about it, it also make sense if he's the one to do it as well.

(this is the leak: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDayqrXZEL8 )

i'm gonna be honest with you my attention span cannot handle that guy talking for 10 minutes so whatever he says, i'm taking your word for it, even if it's helaemond related

but before i say anything, i wanna say i especially distrust youtube leaks for some reason

Apparently it will be revealed in S2 that they've been having a relationship and the kids are implied and basically confirmed to be his but, before leaving for Harrenhal, Aemond will be ending their relationship and this will apparently play a role in Helaena's suicide which will happen at the end of S2.

ending their relationship sounds very vague to me. it doesn't speak of motive, it doesn't tell you what happens exactly, it doesn't speak to helaena's response other than it plays into her su!c!de later, which his death will likely play into it as well to helaena losing all hope but this does depend on when they decide to have helaena khs

imo if helaemond is real in the story, it will be a very fucked up dynamic post b&c, just like helaegon. their entire relationship will be drowned in grief + aemond's guilt and desire to take revenge. i think that's part of the tragedy, that aemond, even regardless of the romantic aspect of helaemond, is probably gonna be consumed with seeking revenge for what was did to his sister.

plus, we have to take into consideration helaena's prophecies. maybe she knows to a degree what happens to aemond since ewan or ryan did talk about aemond knowing some stuff. maybe part of her knows what will happen if / when he leaves, which adds to it. plus, let's be real, even in a scenario where helaena would be angry and disappointed by aemond post storm's end (which is a possibility), at the end of the day, he's still her brother. she wouldn't want him dead.

and if this were true, i doubt it's a "omg helaena i'm breaking up with you" sorta conversation. it's probably more of a it's better if we do it this way, i have to do what i have to do because of what happened, goodbye.

aemond's character will definitely suffer some changes in s2. in this hypothetical scenario, the breakup comes before he leaves for harrenhal so by that point b&c AND rook's rest happened. he's not gonna be the aemond we see in episode 8 for example.

Now as it's been pointed out it's far too early in production to say if this is accurate at all but the reactions this stuff is getting are out of proportion…and, if accurate, I think some are intentionally pretending not to understand why Aemond would end the relationship: first of all he would blame himself for B&C and Helaena's descent into madness and grief and secondly he would obviously believe he isn't worthy anymore of her love given that he's the one responsible for her suffering. And maybe he himself believes he's likely to die in the war and never return back to her, it's possible he thinks he would be sparing her if he ends whatever affair they may have had. I have to mention that one would've expected her to be the one to end it (because he caused her son's death) but if you think about it, it also make sense if he's the one to do it as well.

yeah, i can see both playing this part in a breakup. i don't see it as totally unrealistic for aemond to end things before he has to leave, especially taking into consideration what i said earlier.

the only thing i disagree with is that he is the cause of her suffering / that he cause her son's death. daemon, rhaenyra or mysaria, whoever sent blood and cheese into the castle, to do whatever, even just to kidnap, is responsible for her suffering. aemond may feel responsible for it and helaena may blame him for it, but ultimately people make their own choices in how they respond and if anything in that war was ever an unfair response it was b&c.

[blvckmvgicwoman]

Hello Ma 😏

I come, ever so humble, to ask you for some spare thoughts of ep8? 😌 Because bestie, we're loving it here.

bestie, I don't even know where to begin...

I'll rewatch the episode today because I loved it sosososo much

first of all, I still think Rhaenyra is the rightful queen because Viserys named her heir, but she isn't a queen, you know? she has never done anything to be seen as a queen and the only thing she does is always run to daddy for him to validate her claim

and viserys still does just that and last night he went the extra mile to call her his only child, smh

I hate Viserys and I think him losing an eye was poetic justice for not having done SHIT when Aemond lost his eye 😌

Daemon killing veamond was so hot and Aemond thought so too, in that moment he knew daemon was the shit for him

we never saw Aemond seeing Luke and Jace getting to the training ground, but I know he finished the sparring with Criston the way he did, showing he's the best out there, just to prove his nephews that he isn't the easily bullied boy he once was

Viserys's speech on the feast? EMMY FOR PADDY

Aemond was holding back the whole feast, you can almost see him shaking inside with anger, but is stupid Luke hadn't giggled as they placed a pig in front of Aemond, I'm pretty sure the toast wouldn't have happened

once again, Aemond comes with words, Luke and Jace loose it and turn it physical and, once again, they show us they can't handle themselves

Aemond didn't even feel the punch and he simply pushes jace as if he was nothing

after that, when Aemond and Daemon are staring at each other, daemon sees himself so hard in Aemond and I can't wait for more of them hating each other while being basically the same person (Aemond is superior for motives, ofc)

all in all, great episode, fantastic acting and I'll probably come back to this after I rewatch it tonight

thank you for coming to my tedtalk, bestie

lmaooooo

now tell me, what did you think of this episode? 😌

[sweetestpopcorn]

Hey, I'm obvio Team Black, but something a friend of mine once asked me, 'how u like Daemon after he ordered the death of a child?' And my thoughts were like, cause in his place id prolly do the same. I wldnt have the greatness to forgive people who were greens by association. Lucerys was black by association and that didnt spare him any mercy. (Ik Lucerys wasnt his but Daemon most prolly loved him and was the kid's father figure for most of lucerys' life) idk am i crazy?

Hey there 🤗 first of such a pleasure to meet another fellow #teamblack because you can either be black or wrong #haterscry

OMG! I love that argument so much! Never goes old no matter how many times I read it!

People seem to forget Daemon didn’t order the death of a child because he was bored at home and there was nothing good on tv. He did it for revenge. Revenge for the cruel and cold way Aemond killed Luke and shed the first blood of the war. Something that was reproachable even by asoiaf standards. Or was Aemond not branded a kinslayer afterwards? 

What would people want the blacks to do in return? Apologize?! Oh yeah, we are in a war and all but since you killed one of us - a 13 year old boy - never mind!  Aegon II can be king after all! - Friendly reminder here that Rhaenyra was so crushed at Luke’s death she wanted to give up; little something for all you haters that compare her to Aegon II, Maegor, or Cersei 😘

A revenge isn’t meant to be pleasant. A revenge is meant to leave others at least as bad as they left you. A good revenge, however, will leave your enemies worse than they left you. And I will take my hat off to Daemon because he knew how to get even. Even Steven. Which besides him being a sex god, mysterious, and dark, makes him 100% a Scorpio. Never want to feel a scorpio’s sting, my good people.

And by the way - Red Hot Chili Peppers - it is heavily suggested in Fire and Blood that Daemon’s true target was Aegon (the fatty) II not his sons.

“Some say their quarry was the king himself, but Aegon was accompanied by the Kingsguard wherever he went (...)” (Fire and Blood, 424)

I would also personally love to see people getting as outraged by what happened to Luke (and his mother Rhaenyra who had just suffered a very traumatic birth and lost baby Visenya) as they do to what happened to Jaehaerys (and Helaena). Everyone’s suffering is legitimate but don’t come to me being very outraged at the green kids while ignoring what led to it, and acting like the blacks knew no suffering.

Important note here that while in our universe there’s no justifying what happened and please never take up revenge or arms yourself, we are discussing all of this in the context of the asoiaf universe. In the context of the universe they live in, good on Daemon! And in his place on the context of that universe I would probably seek revenge as well. 

What has forgiveness and misplaced mercy ever won anyone in the asoiaf universe? Even very “white” characters who had one shred of brain knew this.

No doubt that even if he didn’t love Luke that much, Daemon was the closest to a father figure he had. People can imagine whatever imaginary relationship Laenor had with his “sons” but the truth stands that Luke was four when his “father” and his father died - being born in late 115 AC - so he would have almost no memory, if any, of them. So all the father he knew was his uncle.

As for Daemon people can argue all they want but they can’t argue that he was loyal to the bone to Rhaenyra. He never turned from her and he died for her cause. Given who he was do I think he would have gotten rid of the “Velaryon” princes eventually? I do yes. I cannot believe for a moment that such an ambitious man who wanted the Iron Throne for himself and had two legitimate sons by the queen would have them stay princes for the sake of three illegitimate boys that were not his. Daemon might love Rhaenyra, but he loved himself and the Iron Throne more. That wouldn’t mean he didn’t like the three boys to a degree, I think he did. But not enough to let them have what should be of his own sons.

Mostly I think he partly avenged Luke for Rhaenyra, not for Luke’s sake, and partly to cause damage to the greens and give the blacks an advantage - which he did.

At the end of the day though, the fact is that this is fiction. Who/what we like in fiction doesn’t have to reflect what/who we like in real life. I think in some universes like the asoiaf one, it’s almost a game sometimes of deciding what/who we can deal with more easily from all the crimes we see. And if things like revenge, underaged sex, grey characters, etc bother people that much, hey 🤷‍♀️ maybe pick another fandom.

You are not crazy, dear anon. All the best to you.

[dulcewrites]

What do you think how will they write Alys as a character? Only someone who Aemond took to his bed as a prize of war (rape) so her being captured and raped so a victim or famme fatale who will put a spell on Aemond and poison him with false love and then telling him where to find Daemon, which led to his death. That way she will avange all her family that he had killed, so when she saw what would happen above God's Eye, she encouraged him to go. Bye Aemond, payback’s a bitch.

Well…. tbh kind of hate both of those scenarios lmao. I feel like people do this extreme thing with their relationship which I don’t get. One day it’s “alys groomed him or bewitched him”, the next it’s “Aemond must have assaulted her”.

I feel like multiple things can be true. Aemond can be young/more susceptible to falling for things (especially in this heightened situation), but also have immense power being the Prince regent with a dragon. The same way alys can be a woman who probably lived a tough life being a bastard while also older/wiser with great magical skills. I feel like it does them a disservice to have it be either: Aemond is a loser who rapes alys”or alys just tricks him

I PERSONALLY would like it to sort go like this: Aemond and Criston arrive at Harrenhal. It’s not going great (he slaughters some people yikes) and Aemond hears rumors about a woman who sees things in fires. He spares her simply bc he wants to know his fate (Ewan did an interview and said something great about Aemond not being a seer himself but seeing enough. I love the idea of Aemond preparing to die/knowing he has a doomed fate). Alys, thinking she is scaring him, tells him that he will die at the hands of his family. He keeps her around/alive bc he thinks she has a gift and is an asset. I think if alys has any ire towards Aemond, it would be less about her immediate family (I don’t get where people get the idea she loved those people… I would truly be shocked if they show them liking her tbh) and more about not liking the Targaryens/men in power… as she should. She wants harrenhal bc she thinks it’s her due considering what she’s been through… not bc she just loves the strongs so much.

I like the idea of her possibly putting a spell on him being something even he worries about. Like we get a scene of Criston telling him to be careful. So even we are like hmmm. In the end they end of falling for each other fr despite knowing they both have doomed/murky futures. The angst is in knowing he will die and they have to deal with that, especially after she becomes pregnant.

They can be morally “bad” or in dubious situations AND be in love… like the two things aren’t mutually exclusive imo