#So why the fuck should Vhagar be any different

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People claiming Aemond 'stole' Vhagar from Rhaena....you know Dragons aren't inherited do you....

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Form of Affection

22/12: Swimming & Face Fucking - Aemond Targaryen Word Count: 1.9k~ | Warnings: face fucking (obvi), dark!ish Aemond, kinslaying (mood), dirty talk, praise, degradation, threatening/obsessive behaviour A/N: This takes place in the Form of Gratitude universe!

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He'd given up hunting, but it still didn't stop him from visiting her.

She no longer raised her bow and arrow when she heard footsteps on her cobbled path. Similarly, Aemond had abandoned transport by way of the horse, instead alerting her to his arrival by the dense flapping of Vhagar’s wings.

Now, when she hears it, she waits outside her front door, arms crossed, smirking that he'd come to see her so soon after their last little tryst.

When he wasn’t buried between her thighs, sometimes Aemond craved her company in other ways. By way of hunting with her (hunting her sometimes), exploring the Kingswood until the sun touched the hills and more often, shedding their clothes and going for a swim in the nearby freshwater lake, made warm by the pleasant weather.

Usually, they swim, cleanse, kiss, and he wraps his strong arm around her and sheathes himself inside her, having his fill and only stopping once he was sated. 

She was good to him. Submitted to his desires when he wanted. Comforted him when he needed. And did not question.

Today was different. 

Today there was a weight on his shoulders like no other.

He’d woken a different person. A kinslayer.

Aemond sighs as he feels her breasts at his back, her slender arms wrapping around him to drift her soft fingertips across his scarred chest. But he does not lift his gaze. The moon shone down on them, reflected off the sapphire of his missing eye now that his eyepatch was discarded with his clothes.

“You are more melancholic than usual”, she muses, her nose gliding up the skin of his neck.

He scoffed, “And I am usually melancholic? Such emotions are beneath that of a Prince”.

He felt her body tense at his back, and he didn't need to look to know he'd offended her, but did not possess the courage to apologise.

“You are cruel when you're like this. It is how I know”, she adds with a soft sigh, making him feel worse, “there is something you are not telling me”.

Even the memory haunts him. He can still hear it, the way Vhagar’s jaw ripped through skin and bone like a knife through paper. 

Nevermind having to admit out loud, the horrific act he'd committed. The one that had his mother flinching from his sights.

“I am a kinslayer”, he states simply, “My nephew, Luke.”

She is quiet. 

And the silence spreads like a virus.

He expects her to drift away from him, taking her warmth with her, too shocked to really say anything, and leave, never to be seen again. Never to know her sweet loving embrace.

But she stays, and if anything, tightens her hold around him, her warm breath on his jaw, batting against the water droplet that sinks across his skin.

“And how do you feel?”

He's perplexed at just how calm she is. Whether it's a front or not, she's awfully good at it.

“I feel…unclean”, he answers, voice wavering, “like any person who looks upon me sees nothing but a mere monster”.

“I do not see a monster”.

“That does not matter”.

Again, she knows better than to not take it to heart. She can't disagree, her good opinion of him does not matter.

“He is the one who took your eye”, she muses, turning her face into the crook of his neck, the sloshing of water following her movements, “is he not?”

Aemond's tongue suddenly feels heavy, “Yes.”

“While your other family simply watched, and did nothing to assist?”

He swallows, a mild annoyance simmering, “Yes.”

He heard her breath before she spoke, the nerves making her shaky, “forgive me. I do not see why you should feel remorseful.”

“Because it has started a war.”

“A war that, forgive me, would have occurred regardless. I understand you may feel guilt. In my view it is no use looking back on the past. You can only protect your family now.”

Aemond could only scoff incredulously, “With Aegon as king I have a better chance of my eye growing back.”

“Well then why not you?” she asks, her volume lowering.

He barely turns his head to her, “what?”

The coldness of the early evening nips at his shoulders as she pulls away, the water around her trickling as she moves dreamily to look at him fully. Aemond feels himself half blink as he watches her expression, and the feeling of her fingers against his cheek.

Her beautiful full lips are parted, eyes studying the body she can see that is not submerged.

Her gaze flits back up to him, as her fingers disappear beneath the water, one soft digit trailing down his chest.

“It is you who should be king”

Silence.

The weight of what she'd said, what she'd suggested.

It was treason, and both knew it.

Aemond swallowed, chest feeling tight as a bowstring.

She is not at all perturbed by what she's said, not thinking about the consequences of them. Instead she ponders on.

“I am a commoner, my Prince. I know what he does. Where his interests lie”, she utters, an urgency to her tone. Aemond's stomach muscles tense as her hand passes over it, stepping past the fine hairs at his navel.

“It is you who was born to rule Westeros…”, she whispers, her front pressed near to his, breasts and nipples perk from the chill.

He stares idly at the droplet making its way between her breasts as her hand wraps around his cock, seeing her smirk at the realisation that her words have made him impossibly hard.

“...and you will”.

His jaw tightens, the muscle twitching with barely-contained emotion that was difficult to pin down.

Anger. Lust. Irritation. Desire.

They were all batting around in his head, trying to find where to fit.

He grabs her face, tugging her towards him so harshly she let out a little squeak, her grip on him never faltering, “Treasonous little cunt, aren't you?”

He doesn't know what he expected. For her to be scared perhaps.

But maybe there was a darkness in her that was discovered in him just days before. Lurking. Because she smirked. Giving his length a few calculated pumps.

“I told you before, where my loyalties lie.”

Her voice was like honey. Catching him in its trap. And her movements only intensified it.

“And what if I wed Floris Baratheon? Hm? Where will your loyalties lie then?”

She laughs breathily, “Then you wed Floris Baratheon. But, on your wedding night, I dare say, it is me you will be thinking of as you bury yourself inside that plain-faced idiot, searching for fulfillment you will never have. Not like you do with me.”

“You sound so sure”, he muses threateningly.

“Prove me wrong then.”

He sighs and tips his head back, feeling achingly hard. Her movements are too slow to grant him any kind of meaningful pleasure, but the touch all the same ignites a flame within.

“I can think of a better use for your cunt mouth”

The hand moves from her face to her hair, and he revels in the whine she lets out when he drags her from the depths to the shallow bank of the edge of the great lake. In the moonlight, shrouded in blue, their bodies look ethereal with the light bouncing off their damp skin.

He'd fucking hate that smug little smile on her face as he drags her to her knees in front of him, if he didn't fucking love it so much.

“Open.”

She bit her lip, holding back her smile at how wound tight she'd managed to make him and only wished to take it further by outright denying him, cock hard and weeping before her.

A choked moan left her as warmth bloomed on her cheek hard, Aemond's hand followed and grabbed her jaw meanly, pulling her face up to meet his gaze. His fingers curled into the flesh of her face, parting her lips, all while his other hand held his length by the base littered with silver curls, and pressed the tip to her lips.

Her eyes glimmered with excitement, feeling a throb between her thighs as he slid into her mouth slowly, his cock hot and heavy on her tongue. There was a dull ache on her cheek where he'd struck her, but it was exciting all the same.

Aemond moaned loudly when he felt her gag on him, her throat trying to close around his length and tears collecting around the rim of her beautiful eyes.

“That's it…”, he cooed quietly, pressing all the way into her warm, wet mouth until his hips were pressed to her.

“-you think I should be king, hm? - a king needs his cock warmed -”

He could tell she was trying to say something around his length but couldn't, and he wanted to laugh at her attempt as he thrusted so deeply into her mouth, her throat moved along with it, prodding the back of her throat mercilessly.

The little slut was writhing there, taking his cock into her mouth like a cunt would, pressing her thighs together to alleviate how badly she wanted to be fucked.

“- what's that? - I can't hear you -”, he smirked at her. Her eyes now shut with streams of moisture forming lines down her face.

“-that’s it-” he whispers softly, “-much better with my cock in your mouth-”

Once he begins fucking in earnest, he feels her warm hands on his thighs for balance. His fingers tug at her moist hair for leverage, tugging her back on his length.

His stomach muscles tighten as her cheeks hollow, increasing the friction on him. Every nerve feels alight the more he bottoms out inside her mouth.

“-fuck- it's such a waste, I've been dreaming of that perfect cunt all day -” he breathes heavily, “-be a good girl and take it-”

She makes a sound skin to a whine when she tastes his seed, shooting hot ropes onto her tongue and back of her throat, coating her mouth with it as he continues his ceaseless pace, prolonging his pleasure.

Aemond moans loudly, the sound lost in the dense forest, granting himself a few more shallow thrusts before he stills, emptying himself on her tongue and watching as a line of spend dribbles down the side of her mouth and onto her breasts.

He sighs in contentment. She is being good and hasn't moved an inch.

With a wet smack, he pulls his softening cock from her mouth, smirking at the way he coats her lips as they glisten in the moonlight.

She opens her bleary eyes finally to him, and doesn't even need to be told. She swallows, a sigh following after to prove she has swallowed all of it.

He hums. A thumb reaching for her chin to push the seed that had leaked out back into her mouth. She sucks on the digit hungrily, and he nearly moans out at the feeling of her wet tongue.

He pulls it out and cups her face lovingly, her eyelashes fluttering as she leans into his touch.

“Come back to the Keep with me”, he demands simply, like it is the easiest thing in the world.

“What?” 

“If I'm going to have to wed, bed and breed Floris fucking Baratheon, I'll need you close to me.”

With the heady taste of him on her tongue still, she swallows and considers for a moment. 

“I will not allow the sweetest cunt in the realm to sleep on the outskirts of the fucking Kingswood. You will be mine.”

His words are sweet. 

It would promise safety from vagabonds, rapists and hunters, for certain. And she had to admit, she did miss him whenever he departed on Vhagar, summoned back to the Keep.

So, she smiles at him, leaning forward to press her temple against his body.

“Yes, my King.”

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hi, can I request an aemond one shot with “bigger than the whole sky” from midnights by Taylor Swift?

The reader is Rhaenys and Corlys’ youngest daughter (same age as Aemond) and Alys Rivers was her maid until she gives the reader moon tea disguising it by putting it in wine or something (knowing the reader is pregnant) and it causes the reader to go into prem labour and Aemond feeds Alys to Vhagar and there’s a happy ending with reader falling pregnant again?

keep sending requests!!

Warning: miscarriage

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‘’Aemond!’’ you screamed between grunts of pain from the contractions, hands cradling your slightly swollen stomach. ‘’Aem-Ow! Aemond!’’

You had been perfectly fine all morning up until lunch. You and Haelena had been walking to the gardens for afternoon tea when you felt an excruciating pain in your stomach that had you bending in half. Sweet Haelena tried to get you to sit down, but you felt something dripping down your thigh – blood.

This was your first pregnancy, but you had been by your sister Laena's side when was pregnant with the twins and knew this was a sign you were going into labor.

‘’That is impossible,’’ the maestre said to the midwife. Their backs were to you, but you could hear them clearly. ‘’Your term is far from complete, Lady Y/N. This shouldn't be happening-’’

‘’It’s fucking happening,’’ you snapped at them, then was hit by another contraction. ‘’Can someone get Aemond? Where in hells is my-’’

Aemond had been in the courtyard training for the tourney with Ser Criston when a handmaid came and warned him of you going into premature labor. Forgetting about his training, the prince had put away his sword and ran inside the castle to get to your side. As much as he loved to swing his sword and joust, you were of higher importance to his eyes than the tourney.

‘’Where is she?’’ Aemond was frantic, rushing through the corridors to get to his lady wife.

Just as he walked into your shared bedchamber, another scream of pain left your lips accompanied by a rush of blood coming out between your legs, pushing out clots of blood along with a lump.

A chorus of horrified gasps of the midwives was heard, realizing what had happened. What could have been, would have been, should have been your child, now laid on the floor in a puddle of blood.

Suddenly, you couldn’t breathe. You felt yourself losing any senses of consciousness, in a complete state of shock. You didn’t hear the maester leaving the room to alert the queen of the incident nor acknowledged Aemond coming to your side and wrapping his arms around you.

It was all over now. The baby – fetus, at this stage of the pregnancy – was already dead when it slipped from between your legs and to the stone floor with a rush of blood.

Aemond kneeled on the soiled floor, not caring that there would be blood on his clothes. The handmaids will clean them. Just like you, he was completely defeated and heartbroken. He never felt so beaten as he felt now. He wanted to scream, but what was the use?

Salty tears streamed from your eyes at the sight of the floor.

The following days were the darkest and saddest you had ever lived. You had cried so much tears that there was none left to spill. Your sorrow and pain were inconsolable.

One afternoon, a handmaid other than Alys brought you tea. You were confused why Alys wasn’t the one bringing the tea to your chamber, but you assumed she was busy elsewhere.

You kindly thanked her and took a sip. ‘’This tea tastes different from the one Alys brings to me. Has Maester Orwyle administered a new tea?’’

The handmaiden shook her head. ‘’No, Lady Y/N. This is regular rose tea,’’ she said, not understanding what could be different with the tea. ‘’Should I bring you a new teapot? Perhaps this one hasn’t been made correctly.’’

‘’Rose tea? Alys’s tea tastes of mint and licorice-’’ You interrupted yourself, your stomach churning as you remembered which tea tasted of mint and licorice. Tears filled your eyes. ‘’Could you fetch me Prince Aemond? I need to speak to him about a serious matter.’’

‘’Yes, my lady.’’

The accusation was of grave matter and only based on your suspicions, but you had to tell Aemond. Alys was your personal handmaid. If your suspicion of her poisoning you by giving you moon tea and lying about it being a special brew from the maester turned out to be true, she could be sentenced for treason and murder.

Aemon’s jaw was clenched. ‘’Are you certain?’’

You nodded. ‘’Yes, my love. I’ve been given moon tea before, I know what it tastes like. We can ask Maester Orwyle to be more certain-’’

He believed you. You weren’t malicious enough to be inventing bad things about your handmaids just to get them in trouble.

‘’That won’t be necessary.’’ Rage filled Aemond’s eye.

All he wanted to do was give the traitorous bitch to Vhagar for dinner.

‘’We should tell the queen,’’ you said, making a move to get up only to be guided back against the pillows.

‘’You, rest. I will inform Mother of Alys’s doing.’’

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[two-white-butterflies]

a man who knows | aem. targaryen

Description: Aemond falls in love with a commoner.

Rating: Mature 18+ [angst]

Author's Note: finished watching Goyo: Ang Batang Heneral, so this is defo inspired by Remedios x Gregorio.

(THE HOUSE WITH THE RED DOOR, ESSOS)

He woke up in the middle of a humid room. A woman was staring at him - with widened eyes that were surprised to see him alive. She was wearing a cotton dress, a cheap fabric that was easily available to the lower classes - he could make out the gentle slope of her curves. If she was whore, then she was in the wrong bed.

"Water," he managed to choke out.

"Here," you replied - handing him a goblet of water. It came as a surprise when you saw this man lying in the middle of the fields - he smelled like smoke, ash and pig - but he was breathing. You couldn't bare leaving him alone to die. "Where am I?" he inquired, eyes searching the room for any signs of danger.

"E-Essos," you stuttered seeing that he was clueless.

His accent sounded Westrosi - his attire was for royals, and he didn't know where he was?

"Fuck, Vhagar." he cursed, attempting to stand up - the pain on his shoulder causes him to fall back on the bed. "I'm sorry is there someone waiting for you?" you ask and he shakes his head. His family didn't even know that he left. "I must return to Westeros, I offer my thanks for keeping me here - my lady. But I must leave." he thanked, searching his pockets for the gold that he kept.

His jaw clenches feeling that it wasn't there.

He removes the dagger from the scabbard, pointing it at your jugular. "Thief," he accused with venom - seeing the life drain out of your face. You suddenly turn pale - not the kind that looks like paper, but the kind that warrants fear.

"Release her," your father commanded in a cold tone, his eye trails towards your father - still dressed in his commander's attire. "Your servant has stolen from me," he accused - still not wanting to take the dagger away form your neck. "She is my daughter, and she is in no need of your gold." your father corrected.

Aemond slowly lets you go.

"I apologize," he says rigidly - unamused to see you sprint away.

Aemond cursed himself. His first mistake was calling the commander's daughter a 'servant', his second mistake was placing a dagger on her neck. Oh, he was fucked - he wouldn't make it back alive. His older sister will win the war without him. Damn all.

"I understand that you are from the west, Prince Aemond. How is life there?" the man asked, taking a bite of his meat. The entire halls were decorated with gold and silver - the magnitude of its splendor rivaled his own home. "It is as the same as it is here, my lord." he replied cautiously - thinking of ways to seek the man's sponsor.

His eye trails towards the occupants of the table. One was an older woman with red hair and pale green eyes, she wore jewels - one that shone like moonlight. One was a maiden with a ring om her finger - but she was wearing back ('A widow' he thought) and beside her was you.

"Well, have a pick of my daughters - they are young and intelligent. Although I must admit, you scared my youngest with your little show." he chuckled, pointing at his five daughters. They were all beautiful - of different kinds, but he was drawn to you. "Go ahead, apologize to her." the man pushed - excited to see a prince bow his head at his daughters.

"The daughters of this house are not frightened with a simple attack, father - and worry not my prince, it wasn't your fault." you open your mouth before he could open his. A smile is etched on his face. "I agree with you, my lady - which is why I must apologize." he lowered his head - seeing that your face was illuminated by the candle's rays.

"If you agree with me, then you do not need to apologize." you smiled bitterly, satisfied with his displacement. He clenches his fists, but continues eating with joy. Your father laughs, proud of you.

"Of course, it matters not - one should always apologize for an accident caused by one." Aemond argued, not wanting to lose. "Then apologize," you moved an eyebrow, changing the tides upon him. You wanted to know if he was truly sorry - or if he wanted to fight with you. "I'm sorry, fair lady." he smiled playfully, ending the banter.

"I don't accept your apology," you crossed your arms - earning shy giggles from your sisters. "What can I do to earn your approval?" he flirted - amused by your spitfire nature. You didn't respond to him after that - you were never the one to flirt with another man. You weren't one of those cheap fucks - you were the youngest daughter of the greatest general in the free cities - he had to earn you.

"The most intelligent girl in town - not one suitor dares to fight for her hand." a servant mumbles while following Aemond and Alvira down the small market. "I apologize for my sister yesterday, she's always been the most rebellious - but we all adore her." she smiled, adjusting her youngest son to be settling on her hips.

Alvira was a petite girl - she barely reached Aemond's shoulders. She was the oldest of all five siblings - the wife of a slave master. She handled her father's household while her husband managed warfare. "She is interesting," he responded for lack of a better word.

"Papa has been trying hard to find someone who would marry her - but such is the nature of the youngest child. She's the last to leave the nest - if she ever does." she chuckled, eyes filled with love. "Do you have siblings, my prince?" the woman asked and his eye shrinks.

Does he have siblings?

He has an older brother who doesn't deserve his post. An older brother who is the reason for his sleepless nights. An older brother that he'd die for - but would never support.

He has an older sister with white hair and milky skin. Her stories were like lullabies and he'd burn the world if it meant keeping her safe. He has a younger brother. He'd burn the world for him too.

"Yes," he responded plainly - passing the stall filled with fresh oranges. He sees you there again - inspecting the fruits for the right tenderness. "(Your Name)" your sister calls, placing a hand to your shoulder. "Have you chosen the oranges for father's cake?" she asked and you shake your head.

"All of them are too tender, some are too hard." you complained with annoyance. "Let me help you," Aemond took a step forward - unaware that your shoulders bumped with each other. He reaches for a fruit, bringing it to his nose. "This one," he announces - placing it inside your basket.

Your eyebrows merge into each other - reaching for the fruit and touching it.

He was right, it was perfect.

"I'll leave the both of you, Saif is about to cry." Alvira stated while looking at her son's face. Red and annoyed, it was.

"Alright, please stay safe." you remind, smiling at the band of servants that were walking after her. "Aren't you going to leave with her? I'm not here to entertain you, princeling." you rolled your eyes, quickly walking towards the other side of the market.

Aemond couldn't help but smile at your dismissal of him. He keeps following you - waiting until you send him away. "Will you stop following me?" you groan, holding the basket close to your body while one of the guards paid for you. "No," he answered - and for a second, he forgets about the conflict in his home. He forgets about war.

"Childish," you mumbled - aware of the eyes on you. The rumors will spead tomorrow, but today - he was your only problem.

He could hear music from the other side of the island - locals were dancing and playing their instruments. "Would you like to join them?" he asked, trailing behind you with his hands inside his pockets. "I don't dance, princeling." you hum - already used to his company. "There's always a first time for everything," he shrugged. "I'd rather not," you roll your eyes - feeling the music invade your eardrums. "Would you rather speak of business? I heard that it bores you," he warned.

He needed gold to travel back to his home - seeing that Vhagar had no plans in returning. Your father was the only one who could provide him with that. He needed your help.

"Anything that comes out of your mouth bores me," you insult.

"Watch me dance, it'll entertain you." he dared, taking the hat off your head and placing it upon his own. "Give it back," you internally groan but he keeps dancing, leading you towards the center of the crowd.

"Not if you dance first, my lady."

The both of you only grew closer with every passing day.

"Dragons, you're fascinated with them?" Aemond takes a step inside your room, gazing upon the tapestries that decorated it. He recognized a few dragons, namely Balerion and Vhagar. "My mother was a whore from Lys - she came from the blood of Valyria." you informed, placing three books on your bedside.

"I wouldn't be shocked to see you capable of riding a dragon," he chuckled - in bitter remembrance of his own. "How about you, my prince? When will your dragon return?" you asked - excited to see her.

He sat upon one of the day-beds, popping a grape inside his mouth. "Only Vhagar knows when she'll return. If she ever does, which is why I need your help - and you're gold to sequester a ship to Westeros." he replied with a sigh. He almost forgot about the war - he almost forgot about his duties.

"I'm afraid I am as goldless as you." you admit.

All of the gold you partially owned - belonged to your father.

"Your father then, you must help me convince him." he pleaded, and you take a step forward - sitting beside him. "My father will only do it if you give him something in return." you informed.

Your father was kind - but he was cunning. Aemond was aware of your insinuation - your father wanted marriage.

The gods were on his side - because the following day, his dragon landed upon your family's courtyard. Screaming for her rider. "Tis' not everyday that one sees a dragon," Meena smiles - leaning on the pillars for support. She was a warrior - like your father and she garnered the same fascination with dragons as you.

"Commander (Your Last Name), I thank you for the hospitality that you've shown me. I'm afraid that I have to cut my visit short, as duty calls for me in the other side of the sea." he smiled at your father, holding a dragon saddle in his right hand.

"Anything you ask of, my lord - I will give it to you." he thanked but your father waves him away. It was an interesting premise but the commander had no interest in dipping into the politics of a kingdom far beyond his reach. "All we ask of, is for you to remain safe." Irri bowed her head.

You were the last person that he wanted to offer his goodbyes. "I had fun," he smiled in a strangely stoic posture. He'd never forget your family - he'd never forget the red door that had lemon trees in the garden. "Vhagar has been kind to me," you answer - touching the dragon's snout with care. "Dragons fascinate you, there are dozens more back home. You can leave with me, nothing ties you here." he offered - holding hope that a romance could blossom.

"A man does not offer escape with a woman - if he does not hold a little love for her." you smiled teasingly. He was a prince, yet he was cut from the same cloth as the rest. You could read him like an open book. "He does." he admits, placing a hand on Vhagar's back. "I like you, and I want to love you. I find you interesting." he professed.

His eye twinkles in the sunlight.

"I like you too." you respond with a blush. "I packed a few letters in your saddle pocket, I hope that you'll read them." you touch his shoulder - pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"This is the end, then? I'll never see you again." he says for certain.

"Then, I've had the honor of knowing you - at least once in my lifetime."

(HARENHALL, WESTEROS)

Aemond sat by the fire, finally finding the courage to open the letter from you. He hasn't stopped thinking about you - regretting to ever step foot back inside his home. Helaena was dead now - his nephews and nieces were cold in the ground. There was no family to protect.

My prince,

I've only begun to realize that I don't know your name. I don't know your name yet I've fallen deeply and madly inclined with you. I adore you, but I cannot say that I love you. I cannot love a man who is not truly mine. You tell me that you are a warrior - and that I have no doubts. You are the strongest of the strong - the loveliest of the lovely, but I cannot reach you. I cannot reach a hero.

I can only love you when I know for certain that you are mine. I can only love you when you know that your duty in the battlefield is over, and that you have reached your limit. But you are not that - not yet.

And so, I will adore and like you from afar. Adoring and liking a man in the clouds that I will never reach.

Yours, (Your Name).

He finishes reading the letter - he looks outside the window to see his uncle camped outside the castle. My name is Aemond. He says to himself, saddened at the thought of you never knowing him by name. And I'll come back to you.

@bellstwd @nyctophilic0vitnir @fan-goddess @mizfortuna

[flowerandblood]

Once in a while I get asked about Alys, what I think of her and why I use her character the way I do and not differently in my stories, why she is always a side character, sometimes good (The Impossible Choice, The Sweetest Fruit, The Knight & The Judge) and sometimes bad (Glass Cuts Deepest, The Softest Whisper, The Prince and The Fox).

I don't want to answer the same thing several times over, so I've decided to make a post about it to which I will direct people who ask about it. This is my opinion, which only applies to what I write about.

Let's start with the fact that I think Aemond doesn't have mummy issues, but daddy issues − I mean he craves male attention, not female one, and not in a sexual context, but in a paternal.

He craves his father's attention but doesn't get it, so he sticks close to Criston Cole, and looks at Daemon as if he were a god, dreaming of hearing a word of admiration and appreciation from him, of facing him, of being a great warrior in his eyes, someone his uncle might fear.

If the situation had been the other way around, if it had been a young princess who had been charmed by a much older man of lower status, grooming would have been the first thing the people would have talked about here.

Added to this, of course, is the fact that Aemond kills everyone but her, that his superiority of power and position is great, which makes going into the relationship toxic right from the start − Alys is fighting to survive, she can't refuse him and perhaps she feels something for him afterwards, Aemond wants a lover and companion, he wants to make out for the humiliation Daemon has caused him and perhaps he feels something for her afterwards too.

Of course Aemond became drawn to her. Of course he respected her, because we never saw him treating his mother or his sister badly. He respects Alys because she is intelligent, well-read, because he can get into a discussion with her, because she exudes wisdom and because she is beautiful, mature and can guide him when he feels lost.

He chooses her, however, because he knows he will never be able to count on anything else as a kinslayer.

It may help him to accept the situation and whatever feelings he has for her, but we don't even get a chance to see what would have happened if he had been given the chance to choose a woman equal to himself in terms of position. No matter how strong a character Alys would have been, I believe that even if he had married her so that their children would not be bastards, she would have been like Anne Boleyn, and one wrong word from her would have been enough to make her lose her head.

They have known and been together for too short a time for us to know what would have happened next, whether Aemond would have been bored with her if, as Prince Regent, he had come across another woman closer to him in status and matching his needs differently from her, someone who in his opinion would have been 'more suited to him'.

Why should I assume that they shared affection is true love? Because he flew with her on Vhagar? Because he put his child in her? Because he kissed her before he flew off to fight Daemon? Because he said "my lady, my Alys" about her?

He says this because she is his, emphasising his attachment to her, but also that she belongs to him in the literal sense, she is his woman, his mistress, his property. It was the first months of their acquaintance, of course they fucked like crazy. They hadn't yet had time to settle down and get bored with each other, to see what their relationship would be like if they were forced to be with each other in a time not of war but of peace.

Do I have anything against Alysmond and stories with this praning? Absolutely not and I never have, just like any ship with Aemond, but I just don't read such. Some people see chemistry in their confrontation, I don't − just as some people don't see chemistry in my stories between my characters, finding my heroines boring. That's okay too. That's what fandom is for, to have ships that we adore.

But please don't shove your "it's ridiculous you're making Aemond's canon love interest look like shit and you better not use this character at all" down my throat. No one is going to dictate to me how I'm going to use the character in my own fanfics, any more than I would ever dare to write someone not to write Alysmond because it's a toxic relationship. I don't give a fuck. Let everyone write about what they love and what inspires them, 100% support from me.

Just let people write what they want to write about, love your authors who write about Alys and Aemond, reblog their stories and support them instead of writing to me.

Amen.

[islandnymphorthila]

I rewatched Hotd after my exams and it's funny how I went from team black to team green. I'm a book reader but I'm just judging on the show now. Viserys is a cunt who treated his other children horribly. Aemond deserved better with that eye scene. A dragon isn't something you can just take, if Vhagar didn't want him she would have killed him. He did nothing wrong except his timing was horrible given that it was the funeral. Rhaenyra had zero consequences for any of her actions and she fucked up a lot she was also completely stupid because the least she could have done was create her children with someone with her family's features. You would think she would learn after the first one. I pity the children lucerys is actually my favorite on the show but the reason they go through so much is because of their mother and her refusal to accept her wrongs. She is spoilt and her father is an enabler. back to viserys why even remarry and have more children if you decide to show clear favoritism? Leana deserved better. Laenor deserved better. ALICENT deserved better. I mean yes she betrayed her friend but putting myself in her shoes honestly, there was nothing she could have done. If she told Rhaenyra I doubt anything would have changed viserys shows that when it comes to genuine care he doesn't care about anything but himself. He wanted Alicent regardless of she was his daughter's friend and being the king nothing any of them said would have changed his mind. If he really cared about rhaenyra's feelings he would have called it off when he saw her reaction to the news but he is too prideful. He's also a shit brother. With all the wrongs Daemon did he genuinely loves his brother and Viserys can give 2 shits about him. Fuck Otto and fuck Crispin but if I had to choose a side it'll be the greens. Aegon is not fit to be a ruler but neither is Rhaenyra so it's honestly picking from two evils but if I had to go off of which side has the most people I sympathize with it's greens. I didn't even forget sweet Haelena she deserved so so much more and Rhaenys that poor woman who "lost" Both her children doesn't even want a fight but was technically forced to choose a side. Honestly, the greatest evil in this show is Viserys. He fostered all the hatred within these people. He married Alicent knowing that she was his daughter's best friend. He constantly listened to Otto and was a puppet giving Otto more power than he should have had thus making him feel unstoppable. He constantly disrespected his brother and the Velaryons. He named Rhaenyra heir to spite Daemon but then left her unprepared with no teaching. He used Alicent as a breeder but then held no type of love for their children always neglecting them. Honestly, if Viserys went about his decisions differently the amount of separation between the blacks and the greens would not have existed. Yes, Otto is the mastermind but Viserys had the power to do so much and he fucked it up at every step. Only he had the power to put a stop to Otto, to the separation to the animosity and he completely failed.

[theredqueenandthebloodwyrm]

Hatching (Catching) up on House of the Dragon Episode 5 rn!

(I know I didn’t do a post for episode 4, don’t @ me I think I had a draft but it got deleted and I was so over writing at that time).

Spoilers for Episode Five, Season Two, of House of The Dragon

Initial thoughts: Jace & Baela are the best couple, I love them so so much.

More Caraxes & Daemon, slight annoyance at the fact that the dragons look so dull their scales should be shining and bright! Full of color!

Why do we need to have Rhaena & Lady Jayne Arryn fight? This feels like more unnecessary conflict for the sake of character conflict like in the previous episodes.

I do like how the Small Council (once again) called Rhaenyra out for trying to rush headfirst into battle against Vhagar of all dragons! She can’t risk her life like that because she’s the Queen! This isn’t to say I wouldn’t want her to ever fight on dragonback but if she must, it has to be alongside other dragonriders (such as Daemon & Caraxes). I mean seriously if Meleys and Rhaenys couldn’t beat Vhagar (*granted Meleys was already wounded in the fight against Sunfyre + Vhagar’s second ambush from behind the castle of Rook’s Rest) solo, then Rhaenyra and her tiny Syrax definitely wouldn’t no matter how tired Vhagar might be. At least she’s admitting to Mysaria that “I’m the Sovereign, I can’t fuck off to do whatever especially if it’s a hazard to my life” (*see what happened to drunk as fuck Aegon riding Sunfyre into the battle of Rook’s Rest). I know that might sound like I’m contradicting myself in earlier posts about “Hey, it’s not the time for peace anymore Rhaenyra, stop fucking around with Alicent”, but there’s a difference between preparing for war, gathering a army, directing the war efforts vs fighting yourself in the frontlines. Not every leader fights in the battles, and this is especially a dangerous war to risk your livelihood as the other major claimant when your enemies have dragons. Ah see Mysaria says it herself, “There is more than one way to fight a war”.

Felt bad for the servant who Rhaenyra snapped at, was that Elinda Massey? (Couldn’t tell) I do relate to the whole ‘standing around anxiously waiting to try and ask a question’ only to get yelled at/snapped at.

WAIT ARE WE ACTUALLY GETTING SOME SCENES OF RHAENYRA AND BAELA BONDING / INTERACTING? LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO! that small snippet at the council was not enough at allll!

Poor Daemon, he is tripping hard af. I mean seriously, the worst intrusive thoughts / hallucinations ever. I do like the Maesters noting Aegon’s injuries and alluding to the existence of internal injuries, so that bit of medical knowledge (internal injuries, to what extent they know of them) is known canonically in the show-universe.

Laughing my ass off watching Alicent stand up (and sort of sway back and forth on her feet, holding onto to the table) as she declares they need a regent like she genuinely thinks she’s the one for the role of regent and that they (the green’s council) would accept her as Regent! Larys spells it out for us directly “what would it say if in response to Rhaenyra’s crowning, we raised up a woman of our own”. Rhaenyra’s usurpation by the Greens was solely based on misogyny. Alicent had no problem playing along with the rules of the patriarchy, of levying insults against Rhaenyra based on the fact that she was a woman (and a woman who didn’t suffer endlessly in a marriage and instead found her own love and solace) and Rhaenyra’s first husband Laenor based on the fact that he was gay. Yet she has the audacity to feel enraged that the council is denying her power? She had already lost any power she once had when Aegon took the throne because of how she raised her children, excused their actions, etc.

I know I’m SUPPOSED to care about Hugh and his family, sick dying kid and all that. But I really don’t? Granted this may be because I’ve read the wiki/know the book spoilers so…? Same with Ulf, I just can’t muster any ounce of fucks to care. I’m enjoying Alys Rivers though, fr!

Alicent’s getting on my nerves so much, “You know what he [Aemond] is, what he has somehow become.” Like she hasn’t raised him? Lived with him? Encouraged and excused his actions? How is she so shocked when she not only a few episodes ago was exuding her son’s murder of Lucerys (a child on a much smaller dragon, who was acting as a messenger protected by customs and who had honorably refused to fight Aemond).

VERMAX! JACE AND VERMAX! JACE DOING MORE DIPLOMACY LET’S GOOOOO! FAVORITE PRINCE AND HEIR TO THE IRON THRONE! Jace channeling that inner Daemon “You fear a dragon leagues away when mine own sits outside your walls?”

Small tangent: digging the costume designs for whoever that Lady Frey is, costume designers go hard in this season seriously.

I don’t dig the characterization of Daemon being all “I want the throne for myself and Rhaenyra will rule beside me”. Call it bias towards a character I like, but the previous episodes of Daemon being all “call me king not prince, was heavy handed and over done, and technically speaking he’s been officially recognized as King consort by Ser Simon Strong so we know that his title was presumed to end up being King Consort to the ruling Queen, so requesting to be called King isn’t necessarily some far fetched ploy for power and to undermine Rhaenyra—it’s just an expected title. We know that he’s supporting Rhaenyra (even in their marital spat), that he’ll dirty his hands to get revenge for her (avenging Lucerys’ death in a manner he saw fit—which put him at odds with Rhaenyra but he was doing it for her however misguided). We already had their conflict established in episode two, that Daemon’s actions made Rhaenyra unable to fully trust him, he was hurt by that and ran off to Harrenhal, hasn’t returned her letters, etc. I don’t think we needed more of a “Boohoo I still want the throne and boohoo Viserys” from Daemon. Even Ser Alfred doesn’t think Daemon would raise a host for himself. I’m not saying we shouldn’t have a cunning grey character, I mean that’s what Daemon is, but I don’t see why we couldn’t have him completely loyal to Rhaenyra (show-wise).

Baela and Corlys’ scene is so good. Baela being all “My grandmother is a Targaryen Princess and dragonrider”

“I am blood and fire” is an iconic line, like yeah Baela you are a Targaryen by name, by father, by dragonrider. Seriously digging seeing more Baela & Jacaerys.

Ser Willem Blackwood is an utter fool, I swear. Daemon was rather clear in his wording that there are some things the crown must not be seen doing, implying that “hey if you wanna fuck up the Brackens go ahead, just don’t say I gave you the green light” (therefore that means no flying the Queen’s banners!).

There’s an interesting implication in the line in which Rhaenyra says Rhaena nearly lost her life in the last attempt to claim a dragon, was she trying to claim Vermithor? Silverwing? Clever Jacaerys working with his momma to get some new dragonriders! Love his smug little face.