#Aemond and Patch

[theold-ultraviolence]

When Aemond has bad pain from his nerve damage and needs to just rest Patch lies on him and looks up at him with a sad eye wanting so bad for him to feel alright and he won’t leave his side until he does

Say no more friend...sorry for the delay in response, but when I read this ask, I went, this deserves a short little blurb and only now I'm finding the time to sit down and write it! Also any new besties around here wondering, Patch comes from this fic.

Aemond grumbles as soon as he feels that first jab against his skull. He rubs the scarred side of his face, willing the pain away because this is such a perfect day and he doesn’t want to ruin it. 

The sun is shining, and you’ve got nowhere to be today. He’s got his little family around him – you and your two dogs, Vaghar and Patch, cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. 

But the jabbing feeling persists, quickly expanding across the left side of his face into a full on migraine. Hissing, he closes his eyes and rubs at his temples, clinging to hope that the headache will go away. 

“You okay, Aemond?” you murmur, gently touching his arm before wrapping your own around his shoulders. Finally he gives up, shaking his head and getting up from the couch.

By now you know every beat of how this goes, know that at this point his vision is turning blurry and the pain makes it hard for him to stand. 

You help get him to bed, where he quickly curls under the blankets, with pillows all bunched up so that they’ll cushion the side of his face that’s throbbing acutely. You close the blinds and rush to fetch him a glass of water and pain meds, but you nearly trip on your way back to the bedroom. 

Patch, your one-eyed puppy is scrambling between your legs in alert to what’s just happened. It occurs to you that this is the first time since you adopted him that he’s witnessed one of Aemond’s nerve pain episodes. Vaghar has been with Aemond since his accident, so she’s already attuned to the circumstance, and knows that she must remain calm and not make any noise.

But poor little Patch looks so worried – such an expressive puppy even when he, like Aemond, lacks one of his eyes. 

“Not now, baby” you coo at Patch. “Your dad needs to rest.” 

Patch makes little whining noises, following you to the bedroom. When you ignore him he starts barking, which makes Aemond groan and curl in on himself even more. 

“Shhh! Patch! Not now!” 

You hiss as you place the glass of water and pills by Aemond’s bedside, which is when Aemond carefully turns and croaks out, “What is it?” 

“He’s worried about you.”  

Aemond is quiet for a moment before whispering, “Bring him over, it’s alright.” 

“Aemond, are you sure?” 

“Sure. He won’t bother me.”  

You eye Aemond worriedly, but fulfill his wishes. Tenderly, you lift Patch in your arms and let him crawl over to Aemond on the bed. 

“You gotta behave, baby. Your dad is not feeling well.” You pet Patch’s little head as he settles underneath Aemond’s arm, gazing at him so sadly.

Wide puppy eye is fixed on Aemond, and he’s never ever been this still. Out of your two dogs, Patch is definitely an energy ball whereas Vaghar is an old lady that enjoys her quiet leisure. 

“I’m gonna leave you to rest. Call me if you need anything,” ever so carefully, you plant a kiss on Aemond’s head and give Patch a loving scratch on his head. 

When you’re gone, Aemond turns on his back, bringing Patch to rest atop his chest so he can caress his soft fur. The puppy can only stare longingly at Aemond, as if he was feeling every bit of pain as his own. Patch begins to weep and it wrecks Aemond’s heart, prompting him to bring him even closer to him so that he can be all nuzzled against his neck, hugging him tightly. 

After a long while, being so soothed in Aemond’s arms, Patch stills, and Aemond can finally fall asleep. 

When you come back in to check on them your heart melts at the sight of the two all cuddled up and nuzzling one another. You leave them be, and go back to keep Vaghar company, happy to know that there’s a new addition to your little family that helps to make Aemond feel cared for and loved.

[lady-phasma]

These crumbs. Maybe no one wants them but me but his hands ugh and he touches his eyepatch

[alicent-archive]

I have a headcanon that Aemond’s first eyepatch was a bulky, ugly thing that the maesters just threw together after Driftmark and then forgot about making a new one.

Helaena takes one look at it and goes “nope not fucking happening” and uses her embroidery skills to make him a new one that Aemond won’t be embarrassed wearing (it’s black and boyish and she hopes he won’t mind the spider she stitched into the corner).

He wears the thing until it’s literally falling apart and mere scraps of cloth (he doesn’t mind the spider).

(As soon as she can, Alicent commissions a leather worker to create a proper eye patch for Aemond, and although he wears it, he keeps the old one in his saddlebag with Vhagar as a good luck charm).

[fantasydreamland]

Aemond Targaryen

House of the Dragon

[alichita165]

The fact that THIS

And THIS

Has the same vibe of THIS

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

When Aemond took off his eye patch. Fuck me!

When he did that knife twirl. Fuck me!

His insane laughter. Fuck me!

[hieronymph]

I was telling @pendragora how Aemond's sleep mask is basically two eyepatches tied together to form one

[tyranasauruslex]

All credit to Ewan Mitchell because my clumsy ass would have accidentally ripped my wig off during that eye patch reveals.

[queenielacy]

Ok but…Aemond having a sapphire piece of jewelry crafted for his lover to match his eye.

[bluebellhairpin]

Yeah m'kay I've picked a favourite war criminal. I'm sticking by him now, he makes me feel insane.

[takunwilliams]

Aemond Targaryean 

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[theold-ultraviolence]

Okay waitwaitwait can we have a little teeny drabble or something about Aemond receiving the “patch is dead” autocorrect fail and reader having to calm him down from his hyperventilating so they can go pick him up from the groomers??

Like, “babe it’s okay look he’s fine she sent us a picture he’s happy and alive it was a mistake” and aemond is just sweating crying panicking having the worst day

aldjflksdjflkj this is so funny, friend. Your wish is my command! this request is referencing this post if anyone's wondering.

“Aemond!?”

When you step inside the living room he’s all curled up in a ball, violently shaking with choked out cries. “Aemond, what’s the matter!? What happened!?” 

You gently pull his hands away from his face and your heart fucking drops when you see him all red and splotchy with tears streaming from both of his eyes. “I got a message from the dog groomer,” he sobs, and he’s shaking his head, eyes all scrunched shut and words being punched from him, “Patch passed away!”  

“WHAT!? W-what happened!?” The words have you weeping instantly. It couldn’t be. Not Patch. Not your beloved pup, it just couldn't It couldn’t be. 

“Read the texts on my phone,” Aemond sobs against your shoulder, and blindly you reach for his phone, weary of whatever may be waiting for you. 

And then you freeze. 

And then you're chuckling to yourself, stroking Aemond's back while shaking your head. “Aemond!” you groan – half annoyed and half amused. “Babe, it’s okay! did you even read the rest of the messages!?” 

“What do you mean?” He croaks out, and you roll your eyes as you hand him his phone.

“Aemond, it was the autocorrect on the groomer’s phone! Patch is fine! Look, they even sent us a picture!!” 

Aemond wipes the snot from his face and his good eye widens. He must’ve collapsed on the spot the second he read the first text and now he feels immensely stupid. But relieved nonetheless. 

“Hi, Patch is dead.” the text read, but then it was followed with, “Hi, Patch is ready now!! Sorry, stupid autocorrect. He’s had a great time! X” 

And then there was a picture attached that showed Patch with his hair all nice and trimmed, with his pretty eye glimmering with glee, and tongue out as if the puppy was aware he was having his picture taken to be sent out to Aemond. 

“Oh.” Aemond sighs, looking so silly, all sweaty and messy and flushed as if he’d just returned from war. “Well that’s a relief.” 

“OH, INDEED!! You nearly gave me a heart attack!! Now let’s go pick up our son from the groomers or else!”

[lady-phasma]

Never tried this before but I have some scenes that don't fit in my series so... Aemond drabble? Double drabble?

Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

Aemond slid his hands up your thighs under your skirts. You shivered in spite of the warm fire at your back. You slowly straddled his lap, his hands gripping your ass. You ran your fingertips down his cheek and along his jaw. You tilted your head down to kiss him. When your lips met he pulled you tighter against him. You let yourself sink deeper into his hands, his lap. You raised your head with a little exhale as your lips left his. 

His fingers dug into your flesh nervously as you slipped your fingers under the band on his hair. You gently lifted the eye patch off. You didn’t let your emotions show on your face but the sapphire gleaming in the firelight made you a bit anxious but mostly made you love him even more every time you saw it. You kissed his forehead as you let the patch slip from your fingers. Then you loosened the tie that held his hair back and ran your fingers through it. You watched it cascade over his shoulders as your hands moved to his neck. He looked up at you, both eyes glinting. 

“Avy jorrāelan,” he whispered. I love you.

[too-pirate-to-function]

the temptation to write an Aemond x Lucerys pirate au is so strong

[fruitageoforanges]

is it just me who feels like there’s a difference between f&b aemond and hotd aemond? in f&b he feels a lot more raucous, devil-may-care, upfront with his unhingedness and revelling in the fact that he rides the biggest dragon so can kind of do what he likes. in hotd it feels like all those character traits are still true, but he’s much more tightly wound, for the most part keeping everything under control under the veneer of duty, until that control falters, deliberately or otherwise, and the unhinged comes out to play.

[timeframe2286]

there are certain levels of liking a character and then there's my borderline obsession with aemond targaryen