#aemond targaryen hcs

[kitkatscabinet]

Do you have any hcs for Aemond with a clingy partner?

Hoooo boy you know I’m kind of conflicted on this one.

Aemond is fiercely independent and before you he has never had anybody that interested in him or his life.

You want to know everything about him, to trail along with him and watch him train. Even if he wants to sit and read in silence you want to be in the same room. In the same bed, resting your head on his thighs as he reads.

He doesn’t know how to deal with it at first, not even his mother has ever shown that much interest in him.

It would definitely take him a little while to get used to it and at some point he snaps. He just wants to be alone and he takes his frustration out on you.

You cry, maybe not in front of him but he can still tell. He feels so bad but doesn’t apologise straight away.

Not until he notices that you no longer trail after him, you don’t grab for his arm or his hand. He realises that he misses the weight of your head on his thighs or the way you a lot between his legs to lean against his chest.

He finds himself turning to look for your approval when he spars, only for his heart to drop when he doesn’t see you cheering for him.

God dammit not only has he gotten used to your presence, he actually adores it.

He’s not grovelling. That’s not what the constant gifts are, the notes he leaves for you, the reason he actively hunts you down and pulls your hand to rest on his bicep.

Still he doesn’t apologise until you start trying to pull away again and he realises that yes he has indeed been the asshole.

When you eventually get back to monopolising his time Aegon makes a joke about it and Aemond who is not ready for you to withdraw again breaks his nose.

He still needs his alone time but since he learned the values of communication the two of you no longer have many issues.

[theold-ultraviolence]

Bestie your HCs give me lifeeee, your modern Aemond literally gives me my serotonin boosts I need to feel motivated to go the work to get this degree 😭 pls give us modern! aemond when his daughter starts dating, also if it hasn't been done yet, HCs when reader is pregnant.

Love ya <3

Hello my dear, thank you so much for this!! I’m thrilled this is giving you serotonin boosts because writing them does so for me too 😫 I posted the dating ones here, but was saving your ask for the pregnancy ones! This is extremely new territory for me because I've never written about pregnant!reader but in this case, I just couldn't say no! so I hope this doesn't suck lol!

Cw: pregnant!reader, brief mentions of an itty bitty breeding kink, mentions of pain and unease during pregnancy, pregnant sex.

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x pregnant!reader hcs

You had already talked about taking that next step with Aemond; not really planning for a child, but, being in that stage where, if it happened it happened. You continued on with your sex life, only now you weren't using protection.

In retrospect though, you suspect you know exactly when it happened.

Something had just hit you, and you were crazy horny - crazy desperate to get Aemond on top of you, and he gave back everything that you gave with twice the passion.

Aemond had never been one to get feral about cumming inside of you, but that night...fuck. He had your legs hiked up on his shoulders, and he was so, so fucking deep, pistoning in and out with a frenzied speed as he grunted in your ear, 'you want me to fill you up? you want me to breed you with my fucking cum?"

You had moaned lewdly as you clawed at his back and urged him to go faster, nodding madly in between whines as he kept taunting you.

He kept on going on and on until he spilled himself right inside of you, and kept you all stuffed with his cum until he made sure that not even the smallest drop spilled out of you.

Oh, that just had to have been it, you thought, hunched over, sitting on the toilet and waiting with the pregnancy test in your trembling fingers.

You had attributed all your nausea, headaches, and muscle pain due to stress, as it was such a common thing for you to experience when undergoing stressful seasons at work. It all clicked when Aemond called you, as he was on his way home, and asked if you needed anything from the store. You were going to ask for pads/tampons but then it hit you like a ton of bricks that you were late. You asked him instead, with an uneasy tone, to pick up a pregnancy test from the pharmacy.

He looked like he was in a trance when he came home and handed it to you, making you afraid that he was regretting all that talk about having a child together.

You stepped into the living room, where Aemond was sitting expectantly, not really paying attention to the movie playing on the TV.

"Aemond..." he turned immediately, fingers tensing around the remote. "It came out positive. I'm pregnant..." saying it out loud felt so surreal. You had never really considered children, until Aemond. And now there you were.

Aemond stood and came up to you, hands framing your face, gazing at you with a mix of hope and anxiety. "You're pregnant?"

You nodded and showed him the test. When he looked up at you he just smiled - hidden dimples in full display - before he wrapped you up in a hug that expressed everything that he couldn't say with words. Always a man of a few words, your Aemond. And at that moment, you just knew. You were safe, you were wanted and loved.

And most importantly, from that love had blossomed something so, so special. Your own little family - that had once felt so complete with your dogs, Vaghar and Patch - would welcome another addition.

Aemond stayed up that night, immediately making doctor's appointments regardless of the late hour. He wanted to make sure you had access to the best possible care ever, and this was exactly when his last name came in handy.

The pregnancy was tough. You felt exhausted all the time, felt so weird and uncomfortable with your body; your back ached all the time, your headaches never seemed to ease, your feet were swollen and it hurt to stand for long periods of time. You felt hormonal and emotional all the time, and finding a good position to sleep during the night was just not possible.

You've never cried this much in your lifetime, cried about absolutely ridiculous things, or cried for no reason at all. Cried because you forgot to say goodnight to Aemond one night, or one time Aemond yawned and it messed up his eyepatch.

Never felt hornier either. Fuck, you were absolutely insatiable. And Aemond certainly wasn't complaining. He went down on you, and made you cum once with his fingers, and twice with his tongue deep inside of you while his thumb rubbed torturing circles on your clit, pinched it, and sucked your life out of it. A third time, with your thighs suffocating him as he finger-fucked you and slurped and devoured your clit like a starved man. And still, it wasn't enough until you came three more times on his cock.

You were hungry for more, and more, and more, you even growled and cried and pressed Aemond's face to your fluttering cunt after he'd cum.

One time, you cried because your back hurt too much, and your bump had gotten so big that Aemond couldn't quite reach the spot he wanted if he fucked you in missionary. But then sighed with relief when he turned you over on your sides, fitted himself behind you, and hooked up your leg atop his hip. He plunged in deeper that way, making love to you slowly, deliberately. And you were so sensitive all the time that you could feel every single throbbing inch inside of you all the more intensely - his hands squeezing and kneading your tits alone could make you cum.

You swear the only times when your tits didn't hurt was when Aemond was massaging them this way. Because otherwise, they itched and felt too heavy.

But for every uncomfortable moment, there was also happiness. Pure, unadulterated happiness. Because there was this sense in the air that something truly special was going to happen.

You loved taking pictures of your growing belly, and now there was never a time when you didn't have your hand on it. You also felt so loved every time Vaghar and Patch laid their heads on it, and when Aemond rested his hand there when you made love, or on days spent curled on the couch watching films.

Aemond switched up his early morning runs and hikes for easy walks to the park with you. He loved walking with you, especially as your belly started to show. He just felt so proud to be seen with you, and also fiercely protective.

Every weekend, you took trips to the mall to start buying things, and you just know Aemond insisted on buying the most expensive, fanciest things for the baby.

He made sure that you were as healthy as ever, making sure to cook nutritious meals, to be constantly giving protein shakes/juices, and making sure you took your vitamins. And he never missed a doctor's appointment. Never.

The most adrenaline-inducing appointment was when you were going to find out the sex of the baby. Aemond gripped your hand the entire time as you both looked at the grainy sonogram. And he squeezed your hand, the second you heard the ob-gyn say, "Ah, I see it now, there she is. Congratulations!"

That night, the both of you lay in bed, with your hands lovingly rubbing on your belly as you went over names.

"I'm thinking Lucy, or Sophie, Lilly, Vaella, Elaena..." Aemond murmured idly.

"What about 'Amaelia'? with an 'Ae' to keep up with your family's tradition..." he looked down at you and smiled amusedly before nodding, testing the name out. "Amaelia Targaryen. It's brilliant."

Amaelia Targaryen was born after a very long and painful labor, one you thought you wouldn't survive if not for Aemond's encouraging words right in your ear, forehead kisses, and his iron grip in your hand.

When Amaelia is placed in your arms, everything makes sense. Everything feels beautiful and so precious. She's so precious. The most beautiful, tiniest little thing in the world.

With her flushed, wrinkly face, and a faint tuft of silvery hair, like Aemond's.

If she looked tiny in your arms, she looked even tinier in Aemond's, which filled you with an immense sense of unconditional love like you'd never felt before.

When you were resting after the labor, laying on your side, you could see Aemond sitting by the bedside with Amaelia in his arms, whispering sweet nothings and promises of being a better father than his own.

Promising that she'd always be loved, and never alone.

He never ever broke that promise.

Madness came later, when Aegon burst into the room and cradled and lightly bounced Amaelia in his arms. Someone usually repelled by kids, now grinning excitedly at his niece as he claimed his role as her favorite uncle.

[targquill]

aemond being bad at love headcanons:

summary: aemond struggles with showing affection to his betrothed, but he tries his best.

warnings: unhealthy relationships, possessive behavior, manipulation (sort of??), smut (very short)

a/n: it’s been ages since I last wrote any type of fanfiction, so I’m a little rusty. also, English is not my first language and there might be some mistakes. my requests are currently open!

Aemond knew marriage was part of his royal duties, and he intended to play his part accordingly but he dreaded the thought of dooming you to a lifetime of misery.

Even before being maimed by his bastard nephew, he was rather shy and awkward around people, but the scar on his face made everything worse by inspiring fear or disgust - often both - to whoever interacted with him.

Growing up, he preferred to be alone and there were very few with whom he had exchanged more than a few words - mostly his family, Sor Criston and Vhagar.

When Aemond went to your house’s seat to be introduced to his betrothed, the first thing that caught his attention was the shy smile on your face. It wasn’t a nervous nor an overly practiced smile, but a genuine one to match the “nice to meet you” that left your lips while curtsying. He did not allow himself to smile back, but deep down he hoped you would not grow to hate the sight of him.

Once you were taken to the Red Keep to wait for the marriage, Aemond started to ignore you. Part of him wanted to approach you, but he would rather not put that ounce of sympathy you had showed him in danger by being in your presence any longer than necessary. The prince did not know how his personality would be perceived, and he was not confident enough on his poor socialization skills to court you the way a proper lady deserved.

He would pretend not to see when you waved at him or quickly turn his attention to something else - even if there wasn’t anything else to focus on - whenever you addressed him. He thought it wouldn’t take too long to give up, but instead of showing disinterest, you looked more and more disappointed whenever he would pretend to take no notice of your advances.

Soon, it became unbearable. He decided to aim at the possibility of you not hating him, instead of deliberately pushing you away. It didn’t matter how many books he had read, none of them taught him to be nice. So many songs and tales of charming princes and their ladies, and there wasn’t one he could relate to. He was royal only on his blood and his name, but his ways were far from a prince’s. But if you wanted attention, he could try to give you attention.

The prince noticed how your eyes lit up the day he greeted you back on the hallways, a barely there nod of his head, your cheeks flushing red as your ways crossed. Aemond’s heart felt heavy for a second: Was it foolish of him to trust feelings? Wouldn’t you forget him as soon as the burning interest turned into nothing but ashes? The betrothal was settled, and something as small as his doubts were not enough to call it off. He did not want to end up in a marriage like his parents', but from a young age he accepted that it would be no different when the time came for him to be betrothed; but you made Aemond cling into the faint possibility of the Gods selecting a different fate for him.

It didn’t take long for him to sit by your side during meals, stealing a few glances sporadically. The prince still refrained to talk, but he would gladly answer any observations you pointed out - even if it was a monosyllabic answer or a mere “hum”. He felt relieved because it seemed pleasant enough for you and, oddly enough, it was pleasant for him too.

He found himself longing to see you every day, the people on the court completely faceless as his eye searched for you. There was nothing brighter than the smile you always offered him, as if all the light that filled the room was nothing but a weak ember upon your presence. Aemond had grown used to his days being dark and grim, but you lit a way out of such darkness, and he couldn't help but to be drawn into your light. You were his salvation, the gift he had received after his years of torment - only his.

Aemond couldn’t stand seeing you interact with the frivolous ladies of the court. Every time he saw you looking - or worse - talking to any other men, Aemond had to control himself not to kill them right there and then. You were too good for them. Besides, the prince felt conflicted when you seeked other companies when he finally started reciprocating your interest. How could you spend time with other people when he was right there?

He hated how he was perceived most of the times, but his scar and the overall cold demeanor could be useful - people were easily scared by him. Thankfully, his lurking went unnoticed by you while the ladies and the lads that were drawing your attention away from him grew more distant everyday and you would eventually find yourself with no other company but him for the rest of the day. Everything went smoothly until you caught him. You were trying to keep your lady from excusing herself from your presence and ended up following her gaze and founding him behind a pillar. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots and Aemond saw your affection slipping through his fingers.

“I do not wish to be disturbed.” Aemond stared at the door he had just knocked as if it was the mightiest of opponents. All he did until that moment was to protect and care for you. He meant well, but the only thing the prince brought upon the only lady (apart from his sister and mother) he ever cared for was distress. He wanted to see that gentle smile again, but even more than that, he wanted to be the one to inspire it.

Aemond opened the door to your chambers and caught a brief glimpse of you: laying on your bed, face down into the pillows and a blanket over your body despite the heat. “I believe I owe you an apology, my lady.” You looked at him and your tear tainted face made his heart ache. “I did not intend to upset you.” You sat, legs still covered by the blankets turned to the side of the bed. “And what else could you intend, my Prince? I can’t imagine another outcome for shutting me away from everyone else.”

“I’m not good with people, with feelings.” The prince started, trying to speak his truth as clearly as possible “When you arrived, I avoided contact because I was certain you would despise me. When you didn’t, I didn’t know how to reciprocate and, as we got closer - if I even can say that, but as I allowed myself to be seen by you - I was afraid of losing you.” Aemond paused and looked at you. He walked towards you, just to get a little closer, but noticing you tapping on the spot at your side on the bed, he sat beside you. “I thought that the more you met new people, the faster you would grow tired of me. I deeply apologize, my Lady. Can we start over? Teach me how to care for you.” You gently reached for his hand and held it. “Of course, my Prince.”

Things got better gradually. Aemond would start inviting you for a walk around the gardens and enjoy some comfortable silence. He would ask you to watch him train, so excited to show his skills to you and glad to see you cheering for him. The prince would notice how you and his sister got close and some mornings were spent with Haelena and her children. He only started talking more once you spent a few afternoons with him at the library, where he would talk about his favorite books and even teach you some High Valyrian.

With the marriage soon approaching and your bond growing stronger everyday, the only thing keeping Aemond from stealing a kiss from you was his own spite. There was also the respect he had for you and your virtue, but the core of his reasoning was more lewd and selfish: He wanted to take your innocence, every single part of it, on your wedding night. Nothing excited him more than the thought of you slowly being devoured by lust, giving in to the carnal pleasure only he could give you. That was the plan, at least.

One night, however, as he escorted you back to your chambers after supper, Aemond did not expect you to make a move. He never stayed long at your door at that time, but you kept clinging to the sleeve of his coat. “I’ve learned something new in High Valyrian, my Prince.” You said, sounding oh-so-innocent for him to handle, eyes shining despite the dim lightning. “Have you been practicing on your own, my Lady?” He was happy to see you so interested in his culture. You nodded, hands traveling to play with his hair. On your tippy toes, you whispered to him:“Vūjigon issa”. He stoped for a second and you giggled at his reaction. “Do you need me to translate it to you, Aemond?”

The prince looked around quickly just to make sure no one was around before pressing his lips against yours. The fact you wanted him too sparked the flame inside of him and all his common sense evaporated. The kiss was slow and full of love, allowing Aemond to express the feelings words often failed to convey. You kissed him back with passion, allowing him to explore your mouth with his tongue and sighing heavily when his hands snaked around your waist. Aemond wanted to stay at your embrace forever but as soon as he felt your nails grasping the hair on his nape, he had to stop or otherwise he would have deflowered you right there and then. He stepped back, a smirk on his face as he beheld your flushed complexion. “Soon, my Lady, I will do more than kiss you. Look forward to our wedding night.”

The noises from the feast were loud, but the only thing you could hear as Aemond lead the way to your shared chambers was the blood throbbing on your ears. He took his time to reassure you and kissed all of your doubts away, each brush of his fingers burning your skin with desire. All your live, you heard that sex was something to be endured in order to conceive heirs, but when your husband found shelter between your thighs and explored you core with his fingers and his tongue, it seemed more like a blessing. He was gentle when entering you, but once you had adjusted he lost himself on the pleasure and fucked you hard and deep and fast, marking the skin of your neck, hips and waist. He rested his forehead against yours after he came, staying inside a little longer and left soft kisses on your face and neck. After some time, you did it again. And once more before you fell asleep in his embrace.

The married life with Aemond was a little bit more peaceful. Of course, as any other couple, arguments happened. At a particular night, Aemond had been a little too harsh with his words, something he hadn’t done in a while. You were genuinely hurt, but time made you understand your husband’s ways and how he never truly meant his cruel words.

“My Lady, I hope you are aware that I do love you.” He said, after joining you in bed. Aemond would take a strand of your hair on his fingers or brush his thumb on your cheek. “I’m learning how to demonstrate that properly. I promise you that your patience with me will be worth it, I’m trying to become the husband you deserve.”

He knew how to make your heart ache with compassion for him. There was no way you could be mad at Aemond for too long, not when you knew how hard he was trying. “My dear, troubled husband, do not be so hard on yourself. I love you too.”

[teamblck]

my honest reaction

[blakeswritingimagines]

sitting in their lap

Aegon: He is pleased that you are showing affection towards him by sitting down on his lap. He would likely put his arms around you and hold you close, maybe even kiss you. He would also take note of how you were dressed, if you are wearing something revealing then he might even try to peek down your clothes.

Aemond: If you seated yourself upon his lap, it would no doubt bring forth a sense of warmth within his heart. The feeling of your weight, of your closeness, would bring him immeasurable joy. And as you shifted about on his lap, he would not hesitate to take an opportunity to wrap his arms around you, to bury his face into the crook of your neck, to nuzzle your cheek and nibble your ear.

Jacaerys: "Ahem." He cleared his throat, feeling the weight of you on his lap. Slowly, he'd wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer. His eyes linger on your face, a small smile creeping up his lips. He can't help the wave of affection that ripples through him. After all, he'd been longing for your touch.

Lucerys: His reaction to you sitting in his lap would depend greatly on the context of the situation and your level of commitment to each other. In general, he would welcome the physical closeness and intimacy, and be open to any type of affectionate physical interaction that you desire. However, if he felt that the intention of you sitting in his lap was more about control and dominance rather than love and affection, then he would likely respond in a more reserved and guarded manner. Overall, he would aim to communicate clearly with you and be receptive to whatever feelings you might be expressing through your actions.

Rhaenyra: In truth, she finds it quite pleasant. She enjoys the warmth of the contact, as it makes her feel connected to you. There is also something intoxicating about feeling the weight of her partner in her lap. The feeling of your curves against her is exhilarating. She has also quite enjoyed having her lap used as a pillow by you after a long day.

Daemon: To set the scene, he would find it most stimulating if his partner were of his choosing, preferably a beautiful person such as yourself. If you were to sit on his lap, he would gently caress your hips and thighs while his other hand found its way to somewhere more private.

Alicent: A surprise to be sure. A welcome one. A fine way to pass to the afternoon, mayhaps with you leaning back against her. And she does hope you don't get up anytime soon so that she might have the opportunity to nibble your neck and plant a few light kisses on your soft skin.

Helena: She'd be shocked at first. She's not used to such boldness, as many would be. After a moment to recompose herself, she'd run her hands up your arms and pull you close to her if you were receptive. She'd run her fingers through your hair and give you a long, sweet kiss. Then she'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

Harwin: He would react with a small smile and a light chuckle. He would be happy to have you so close to him, and the physical contact would feel like a warm embrace. It would be a small, intimate moment between the two of you, and it would likely be an indication that you feel comfortable and secure with him.

Cregan: With a sly, smug smile, Cregan slowly wraps his muscular arms around your waist, drawing you closer. He'll pull your body tight against his, letting you feel the warmth and subtle power of his body. He'll slowly tilt his head so that your foreheads are touching, looking directly into your eyes with a sly smirk. He'll gently nibble and kiss your neck, while teasingly whispering in his charming voice: "Why so eager, my love?"

[axelsagewrites]

hey could i get jealousy headcanons for aemond please! angst/comfort if that’s okay!🫶🏻

Jealous Aemond Targaryen Would Include:

Pairing: Aemond x f!reader

Word count: 542

Warnings: jealousy, insecurity

Masterlist here

It doesn’t take much to make Aemond jealous

As a proper prince he has learned how to hide it

Or so he claims

However, his glares are so icy it could cut valerian steel when he sees another man try court you

Before your betrothment he would just watch with daggers in his eyes when you met suitors

During balls and dances he’d glare across the room as the men danced with you

He’d barely last two dances before insisting you dance

And of course, once you begin dancing with Aemond he just keeps insisting on one more dance

“Just one more,”

Till he makes sure you’re too tired to dance with anyone else

Any man who he thinks is trying too hard for your attention he’ll invite to train with him

They all assume this is a nice gesture until their pinned to the ground with a dagger to their neck

Aemond grows a reputation at court for his dagger skills

But also, rumours begin to fly about your relationship

When you confront him as to why he’s scaring off all your suitors he just scoffs

Until that is you drag him off to his chambers to yell at him

He tries to pretend it’s not true, but he can’t stand seeing you upset

“I just can’t stand watching those men throw themselves at you,”

“Why don’t you want me to be happy?”

“I want you to be happy with me!”

You soon learn Aemond shoves all his emotions down until they explode

When you got betrothed, his jealousy slowly lessened

However, you figured this was because now all the men at court were afraid of Aemond

So, this meant it was the foreign lords who suffered Aemond’s wrath

If it was a small lord or a lordlings son or gods forbid one of their servants, he would have no issue dragging you away

Occasionally even threatening a lord’s son who was trying too hard for your attention

You always tried to calm him down but once he was angry it was hard to stop

However, if it was a higher lord, someone his mother would scold him for threatening, he would become extremely petty

“Lord Baratheon must’ve just been hilarious today,”

“Sorry isn’t Martell your new dance partner?”

“Don’t mind me I’m just your husband,”

These are the comments which make you drag him to his chamber to yell at him

“Why can’t you trust me?”

“I do trust you just not them,”

He would barely be able to meet your eyes as he said a soft “I’m sorry”

And Aemond hated apologising, so it made all your anger melt away

“I only love you,”

“I just don’t know how you could love me,”

“I don’t know how you can’t” you’d tell him holding him by his face

Aemond would try work on his jealousy

Eventually he would become more secure in his relationship after working on himself

However, no matter what the second someone touched you, even a kiss on the hand, he was ready to start war

And gods help Aegon if he tried anything

He tried to flirt with you when he was drunk one time and Aemond punched him square in the nose with no regrets

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[kentstoji]

ㅤㅤCRYSTAL.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤparing. platonic hotd x reader. + male!oc x reader.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤsetting. house of the dragon. ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤtype. headcanons (tw. future yandere)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe battle of a woman was waged in her birthing bed, surrounded by blood and sweat. alicent hightower forced herself to accept this reality when her father officially made her a political pawn in an endless game of manipulations. the prize was the hightower blood immortalized in the twisted metal of swords forming the iron throne.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤaegon was an easy birth, without concerns. fragile helaena presented herself to the world silently, carrying a tranquility that would follow her later. and y/n was fire and blood —perfectly embodying the words of her house, her father's house.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤconsidered a jewel in the eyes of the court and engraved in the memory of popular imagination, y/n was the third child of the union between viserys targaryen and alicent of house hightower. she inherited her father's gentle and pacifistic nature, trying to cling to blood ties to avoid conflicts.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ(and when her mother whispered in her ear that helaena—or even she—would be the queen, the young girl looked away, coldly ignoring the treacherous poison. however, in her heart, she lacked the strength to stop loving her mother.)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤshe was often seen in the company of her siblings, helaena and daeron. despite loving and respecting her relatives equally, aegon made her feel disproportionately uncomfortable, and aemond easily left her aside, seeking acceptance from rhaenyra targaryen's children for not having a dragon.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ"no, thank you!" y/n declined with a plastic smile when her mother suggested accompanying aegon to keep him in line. "i promised to help my sister, with little joffrey."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤand, as usual, she pretended not to feel the dissatisfaction emanating from the queen at the mention of the realm's delight.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤcriston cole made it his personal mission to escort the princess to the vicinity of princess rhaenyra's chambers. and she had to admit that he at least tried to conceal the growing disdain in his stern features. he even managed to control his cruel tongue, much to the young princess's relief. deep down, she was aware of the vision cole had crafted regarding her: immaculate, chaste, and flawless.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe maiden herself.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤy/n's confidant, addam celtigar, chuckled upon hearing the youngest princess's account. his broad shoulders shook violently as whispers flowed through her lips, revealing an unpleasant revelation.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ"and who will protect our little princess from criston cole?" addam inquired, not losing his characteristic good humor.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ"you're terrible!" there were no courtesies or falsehoods between them. there never were.

[fandomsoverlife]

Modern!Aemond with a s/o who speaks so softly to everyone, and smiles at anyone who makes eye contact with them. Someone who’s sweet to grocery store clerks and random people in public, who just naturally pulls people to them and responds warmly.

While Aemond stands next to them stoic as ever, only changing expression when his gaze falls to his s/o, a completely lovestruck man who wears a smile.

[bbygirl-aemond]

on aemond and aegon's relationship

i think the evolution of aemond and aegon's dynamic, as siblings, over the course of the show is so interesting. you start off with aegon the bully, who humiliates aemond in front of others and allows their nephews to join in humiliating him. there is no sense of a united front here; aegon doesn't care about the optics of rhaenyra's children seeing aemond's weakness. meanwhile, i think this drove aemond even further into his mother's arms, and contributed to their ongoing codependency during the show.

but then aemond loses his eye. i think this was a turning point for aegon. first, he probably felt responsible; he'd encouraged jacaerys, lucerys, and joffrey's hostility towards aemond, thinking it harmless, but then they cut out his eye.

setting aside aegon's guilt, you get to one of the single biggest turning points of the show, from whichever way you look at things: everyone's reactions to the eye incident. chiefly, you see viserys clearly capitulate to rhaenyra, and side against his own sons. aegon and aemond both come to that realization that night, when viserys yells at aemond, caring more about the source of the rumors than his son's injury. when alicent is unable to convince him to care about his own sons' safety more than rhaenyra's reputation. they realize what their mother has been telling them all along: that they need to stick together, and protect each other, because literally no one else in westeros will lift a finger to help them.

and that profoundly changes their relationship down the road. in the scene at the dinner table, they protect each other without hesitation. when jacaerys becomes annoyed with aegon's taunts and he stands, aemond immediately stands as well and intimidates him into backing down. and when jacaerys attacks aemond, we get a split second shot of lucerys trying to get up to help his brother- before immediately and violently getting his head slammed down into the table by a smirking aegon.

the dinner shows that aemond and aegon each maintain an awareness of the other's surroundings, and will be the first ones to notice and step in whenever anything goes awry. they do not trust others to protect them, not the way jacaerys and lucerys trust daemon to protect them at the dinner. they know that their mother was right, and no one will help them but themselves. it's a small thing, but it's a big turning point in terms of the formation of the green-black divide.

[nxpthys]

Aegon: My brother is wonderful. I listen to everything Aemond says. I don’t mean he bosses me around, I just listen to everything he says because before I got close with my brother, I never had someone who’s always standing next to me and can just point out obvious things that are happening.

Aegon: Like we’ll be in a restaurant and Aemond will be like, ‘You ordered your food an hour ago. It should be here by now.’ and I’m like, ‘Yeah, it should!’ It’s like having a lawyer for everyday life. He’ll be like, 'People shouldn’t talk to you in that way.’ And I’m like, 'No, they shouldn’t!’

Aegon: Before him, I had no standard of how I should be treated as a human being.

[poppinspops]

Dear older brother

Lucerys velaryon as your brother (platonic) the beginning of your relationship to the end of it..

Fem reader! Sorry, it's just easier to write for girls as a girl myself. I do hope you understand

Lucerys is your older brother as you were born a year after Luke was born a bastards, just like your two older brothers having dark hair and dark eyes

Though your mother Rhaenyra doesn't like it when you call yourself that neither do your two brothers bit alas you still do when upset with yourself

Lucerys HATES being called Lukey by everyone that's not you, and you hate when others (besides joffery, jace, and your mother) call him lukey

You and jace mainly use it when you are teasing him, and sometimes Rhaenyra joins in

You two where sat next to each other at dinner, always whispering about something or someone you always did strive to make your older brother laugh

Luke is more open with you because you would come into his chambers and let your brother rant to you

Often, big events ended in him in your arms crying after something stressful happened. I'm his chambers, though you didn't mind

You're usually the one consoling him if your mother hadn't beat you to it

You are the definition of a brothers girl

You are usually seen next to luke or walking besides him

Though if Lucerys isn't off with jacerys doing something most likely practicing sword fighting, you'd be seen with your mother Rhaenyra

During important dinners or really any social event your mother planned or was invited to, you'd always would be seen standing next to luke or sitting with him whispering to Luke

Most likely, just you gossiping to him about something another Lord told you or how disgusting one of the lords where with you

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You bumped Lucerys gently with your elbow whispering to your older brothers "so.. how are you 'enjoying' this beautiful banquet older brother?" Giggling as you saw his quick roll of the eyes before he replied back in a hushed tone

"Oh, I see how it is.. how was dancing with almost every lord tonight?" Luke said with a sly smirk on his pale face. Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. Your feet hurt from all of the dancing you had to do tonight it was almost as bad as your name day.. "delightful." You replied in a strained voice. Luke had laughed at that, making you smile and laugh along with your brother, elbowing him harder this time, making him yelp out in pain.

You two quickly composed yourselves when your older brother turned his head over to the two of you making you straighten your back and look away from his gaze not seeing the small smile on his face form from seeing his two younger siblings seeming to have fun teasing one another.

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Luke is the calmer one between the both of you which was funny as your mother thought that her having a girl after her two boys would mean the two older boys where going to be the ones protecting their younger sister from others when it turned out to be the complete opposite, not that Rhaenyra minded at all she was proud that her first daughter could defend herself

Though she did wish that you would hold your tongue at times as you would go head first into arguments no matter if your brothers were in the wrong or not

One of your brothers could have been the ones that got the facts wrong, but you would have defended them with your life, that made you get into physical altercations with many lords and some lady's aswell

Though Rhaenyra was proud of that as well as as Luke was rather reserved, it was like she had given birth to a second jacerys. Just this time, you could punch harder than jacerys could..

You were a natural when it came to learning High Valyrian much like Luke was

When you got the news of your mother being pregnant, it left you overjoyed, so you so dearly wanted to know if you had a little sister coming. Look. It's hard being the only girl in a family with mainly men.

When your baby brother joffery was born, you adored him from the moment you first got a glimpse of him

You always volunteered to watch over little joffery, to teach him how to walk and how to say his first words

Though this did leave Lucerys a bit envious of his little brother joffery and how he seemed to take up all your time and attention

It caused Luke to start giving you a bit of the cold shoulder rolling his eyes when your little brother was brought up

When you had figured out why Luke was giving you the cold shoulder for a few weeks, you laughed and teased him for it

You and Jace had started teasing Luke about it for months on end

You had started spending all your free time teaching your younger brother how to speak and colors, much to Luke's dismay, often seen in Jofferys' room reading to him, as you had always wanted a younger sibling and you had finally gotten one a well mannered one at that.

You were a tad bit upset that he wasn't a girl, though you had quickly gotten over that once you saw him

When you where younger you used to follow Luke around just like little joffery does to you

It was funny to Rhaenyra that joffery acts so much like his older sister

though she was glade that unlike his okder sister, joffery didn't go and dig up holes in the ground, looking for worms much to her dismay when finding her daughter outside, digging up bugs from the ground..

You were never too fond of Daemon, though he seemed to be fond of you quite a lot being as he has daughters of his own so he understood you on a level your brothers just didnt.

he was the first one to defend you, or he'd just appear by your side randomly at times

once you had punched him out of shock, though he just smiled as your punch didn't do much.... that day hurt your pride and ego very much, though you were just happy you didn't get punched back.

You and your mother Rhaenyra got along swell she's gets you the most since your two woman

You being Rhaenyras' first daughter and all making you have a special place in her heart as you weren't going to get a fancy title like you had always hopped for as you were sadly born a woman. And your brothers men.

Yours and lucerys safe place was always near the water

Least to say, after his death, it was no longer your safe space it was a place of fear and death.

You had gotten news of your elder brother lucerys death when you were getting ready for bed. The news brought you to your knees in tears, your mothers soft voice trying to calm you down

It took hours for you to stop crying. Your eyes had a red rim around them with rear stained cheeks

You wouldn't come out of your room and barely talked much after for almost half a month

The funeral couldn't even be called one as all you had of your brother was clothes. They couldn't find your elder brothers body, and that made the anger in that you boil up a bit, making you snappy at people

You had sympathy for aemond before he killed your brother, you did feel a bit bad for his eye being stabbed out by your older brother feeling guilty everytime you saw him with that eyepatch he is a child like yourself afterall..

You never did hate aemond you two would well 'talk' it was more of exchanging words when you had too though Jace always seemed to come in and swoop you away you where always greatful for that

Aemond took every chance he could to remind you of how your brother took his eye

you didn't know what kind of reaction the older boy wanted to gauge from your but he never seemed quite happy with the reactions you had

He only seemed pleased when you would apologize for your older brother saying how he shouldn't have done that and things along those lines for some odd reason unbeknownst to you

Though you always found aemond to be a bit weird, so you brushed it off as aemond being aemond

After your brothers death your heart held no sympathy for the older boy

when you thought of the one eyed boy, all you could think about was taking his other eye from him and forcing him to live the rest of his pathetic life blind.

You could no longer see the ocean as safe and calm. You saw the true nature of what the oceab could truly do. Its waves were angry as it took the lives of people you held so very dearly into its depths to never be seen again. Maybe that's just how you saw it in your hour of grieving

After half a month, you were slowly healing your relationship with the sea, knowing that at least your brother died both as a targaryen and as a velaryon and he wasn't alone in death he had his beloved dragon both dead but dead together.

[kitkatscabinet]

hcs for Aemond with a sensitive!reader ??

Wasn't entirely sure what you meant by sensitive so I hope this is ok

Aemond is a wall, unless he wants you to then you never know what he's thinking. Anger is one of the only emotions he is not so great at keeping under wraps.

You in turn are an open fucking book, if you're happy its apparent and if you're sad or upset by something it's incredibly obvious

apart from his siblings that don't really give a fuck how people see them, Aemond is used to such blatant displays of emotion.

You'll come crying to him about how Aegon had mistreated one of the serving girls and he is baffled. Because it wasn't you that had been wronged, you didn't even know the girl so he can't really fathom why you're so personally aggrieved.

you get upset when one of Helaena's bugs died as if they were your own even if you don't particularly like bugs.

you once cried after watching Alicent roughly handle Aegon one time and you don't even like Aegon!

Leaving King's Landing makes you incredibly upset, to witness the rampant poverty breaks your heart. Yet, you still continue to do so and as such Aemond is forced along with you. He doesn't understand why you continue to do something that upsets you but as he watches you smile brightly at the children as you hand out provisions he thinks he's starting to. Even if he knows he'll inevitably have to hold you that night as you cry into his chest.

while he might not always understand he adores your empathy. Even if in the beginning he used to think you weak or foolish for allowing yourself to show emotions so easily.

Aemond is your number one protector and he will absolutely fuck up anyone that he even thinks is thinking of mocking or upsetting you. Aegon regularly falls prey to these beat downs

even though you're pretty overly sensitive you still don't ever allow yourself to break down in front of anyone except him.

That kind of trust you exhibit makes him extremely giddy. To know that he's the only person you have ever truly shown your innermost hurts and feelings to.

Aemond adores being your protector but unfortunately, he has his own temper and a tendency to put his foot in his mouth

he ends up accidentally upsetting you far more often then he would like but Aemond is quick to cool down and is willing to beg on his knees if he knows he's really fucked up.

arguments never really last for long cause he can't bear to be without you and you are just too upset at being angry with him

[theold-ultraviolence]

So now that we’ve seen modern dad aemond, could we please also see canon dad aemond? 🥰 (also maybe how/if he would react differently to a son vs a daughter, if you think he would) tia!

We most certainly can, friend! thank you for asking! Like I've said, dad!Aemond is something I enjoy reading a lot but never thought to venture into it myself. Here goes!

Dad!Aemond headcanons

Ever the dutiful son, the prospect of extending the bloodline was a certainty in Aemond's mind.

But he rarely thought about it, always considering it a distant event. He never thought of himself as a parent or imagined how he'd be. He didn't have the greatest examples after all. And because he thought he'd be betrothed to someone he didn't love, he was less than enthused about children.

But he married you.

He married you and now his whole world changed.

The first year, he was content with being alone with you. He wanted to bask in your presence, to thoroughly enjoy yourselves before adding another person into the mix.

But as soon as that last year was through, whenever he bedded you, some primal feeling began to seep inside his mind each time he made the conscious decision to cumming inside of you instead of pulling out like he'd been doing before.

It was all fun and games but when the Maesters told you you were with child, it all became so real. And he began to worry.

Could he be a good father? a loving one? or would he damn his child to a fate similar to his own? He bowed to be better than Viserys, but of course, it was all easier said than done. Especially when your pregnancy had been so difficult.

He worried constantly about you; it seemed the pregnancy had brought more anguish to you than joy. You were constantly in pain, and the delivery was complicated. He thought he was going to lose you, so he bowed that you would only have one child. He couldn't put you through this pain again, couldn't risk losing you.

Then finally, she came into the world.

Time stopped, the moment the baby was cleaned up and wrapped in a fine cloth, then placed into his arms. His heart had never beat this quickly, and he'd never known a tenderness like this.

She was the tiniest little being he'd ever seen in his life, the tiniest thing he'd ever had in his arms. What he felt was a rush of anxiety but also an overwhelming amount of love.

Elaena Targaryen was born, to a man that had suddenly become the most loyal, protective, and loving parent in the whole realm.

Because you'd suffered so much pain during childbirth, he had no problem with letting you heal and relax and preoccupy himself with the baby's care. He wanted to do everything himself, not trusting the Maesters or handmaids with anything whatsoever.

Sometimes he's a little too overprotective, and you have to calm him down and talk some sense into him. Assure him that nothing would ever harm Elaena when both of you are around, but that he needs to let her explore and discover the world on her own sometimes, otherwise she'll grow to resent him.

Still, when she's playing in the gardens, he keeps a watchful eye over her.

Elaena takes after her father in many ways. She's well-behaved and mostly calm, but she's adventurous like you. She's also very loving, and loves to be in her parent's embrace at all times.

Though she has most of Aemond's physical features, all her mannerisms and quirks are yours. During the first two years of her life, he was endlessly amazed at learning more and more about her, to see her personality develop and mirror that of her mother. As if Aemond didn't love her enough already.

When Elaena is two years old, something unexpected happens.

You find out you're with child again. An accident this time, but certainly a welcomed one.

This pregnancy leaves you even weaker than the last. You're convinced, at some point during labor, that you're not gonna make it. But by gods, you push through, if only thanks to Aemond's strong will, holding on to your hand the entire time and begging you to stay with him.

Finally, with fierce cries, Aeron Targaryen is born.

And Aemond is just, speechless. He was so used to being the father of a girl, that the prospect of raising a boy suddenly made him mad with glee. He was instantly curious about the personality of his boy, if he was going to be as calm as he himself had been, or if he was going to be mischievous like Aegon, brave like Daeron. Would he connect with son, as easily as he had with his daughter?

He didn't much time to think about it on the spot because suddenly, the Maesters were urging you to push! Again?

And in came his third child, Vaella.

Twins!

As he held both children in each of his arms, he didn't quite know what to do with himself. He thanked the Gods for this wonderful gift and thanked you for blessing him with three loving children. For giving him all the love he always yearned for, and that he thought he'd never get.

He never knew love could just, keep on growing like this. He was afraid of taking something from Elaena and making her feel left out, but it wasn't the case at all.

Elaena, even for her young age, was excited and very caring to her siblings.

Aemond used to think that happiness could only be found on dragonback, or in the solitude of the library.

But now he knows that happiness is a lazy morning in bed, surrounded by his wife and his three children, who want their father to tell them stories while holding them close. In their eyes, Aemond is the greatest man in existence. Period.

Happiness is a sunny day out by the shores that surround the Red Keep, with the sound of his children's laughter mixing in with the splashing of ocean waves.

It's when he watches Elaena on her first ride with Vaghar, and even better when she rides her own dragon.

When Aeron beats him during a sword match when he’s still a preteen, and then, when he beats everyone that defies him in tourneys by the time he’s a young adult.

And when Vaella fills his desk with drawings, as the calmer and quieter of the two children. When her two siblings yearn to go on adventures and see the world, Vaella wants nothing more than to stay home with her father. Taking walks with him through the gardens or roaming around the city, hidden with cloaks.

Aemond thinks he used to know pride, after riding the largest dragon in the world, being well versed in history and philosophy, and being the most agile swordsman in the realm.

But pride is when he stands during a family gathering, with Elaena by his right; a far graceful dragon rider than he. Strong and protective of her parents and younger siblings. Shooting death glares to anyone who dared looked at Aemond wrong.

Aeron to his left; intelligent and brave, more cunning than Aemond ever hoped to be, able to outwit whoever doubted him, and get back at those who spoke ill of his father with polite yet deathly responses. Though he was kind and had a strong bond with his mother. Just like Aemond and Alicent.

And young Vaella, forever holding onto Aemond’s hand, the most attached to her father out of the three. The most creative and calm spirit Aemond had ever known. She brought peace into his household when Elaena or Aeron’s temper got a hold of themselves. She’s Aemond’s eternal companion during the night, both cuddling against one another while reading a book.

[fanfictionroxs]

Luke had to be killed of first. Why? Cause that boy is the definition of overprotective bloodthirsty hound with anxiety. He slashed Aemond's eye when he was JUST 5 YEARS OLD because Jace was in danger! Can you imagine what he would have done if Jace had died first?

Alexa play Set Fire to the Red Keep!

[freya-captain]

Lucerys: *prepare a full table of family dinner

Luke: How’s my cooking everyone? Be honest

Jace: Em...(chewing hardly)

Baela: Ah... (drinking lots of water)

Helaena: Hmm...(smiling awkwardly)

Joffrey & Daeron: (pretending to be whispering with each other to avoid answering)

Aemond: (stands up) I can’t f**king believe no one would dare to say it out

Luke: What is it?

Aemond: That everything is amazing. This is the best meal I ever had in my life. I’m so proud of you.

Luke: (*blush): Thank you. You are my favorite uncle.

Aegon: (throws up)

Luke: omg is it the food?

Aegon: No I’m allergic to hypocrisy

[blakeswritingimagines]

love languages

Aegon: His love language is physical touch. He shows his love to those close to him through physical contact, which is a big part of who he is. When he is in love with someone, he likes to be close to you, to touch and hold you, and to express his affection for you through hugs, kisses, or just being close. He feels most loved when he is physically close to someone, and touch, to him, is the ultimate form of connection.

Aemond: His love language is Acts of Service, and he appreciates it when his partner goes out of your way to show him that he is important to you. He feels most loved when you take care of practical tasks such as running errands, doing household chores, or picking up food for him when he's busy. He also appreciates when you show him your appreciation through words, gifts, and quality time together.

Jacaerys: His love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. He seeks physical intimacy to know that he is cared for and desired, and words of affirmation to reaffirm his value in the eyes of his beloved. But perhaps the most important thing in a relationship for him is quality time, where he can spend time one-on-one with his partner and really get to know each other on a deep level.

Lucerys: His love language is words of affirmation. He appreciates it when someone takes the time to tell him how you feel and what you think about him, as well as giving him compliments and expressing admiration. He likes it when people show that you appreciate and value him.

Rhaenyra: Her love language is physical touch. She loves to cuddle, hug, and kiss her loved ones and show her affection through touch. She enjoys spending quality time with those who matter to her, as well as making you feel seen and appreciated. She's a very passionate person and she loves to express it through touch.

Daemon: His love language is violence. He is not big on flowers or compliments. He does best in situations that require a strong hand and a swift blade. He is always on his guard, and he tends to lash out in anger when he feels threatened. He does, however, have an affinity for animals, and he does appreciate kind gestures from them.

Alicent: Her love language is a combination of physical touch and acts of service. She enjoys receiving hugs, kisses, and other physical forms of affection from her partner. When it comes to offering affection, she often does so through acts of service such as doing chores or tasks for you. She believes that showing someone you care about them through action is a key component of any healthy relationship.

Helena: Her love language is physical touch. She enjoys cuddling and being close to her loved ones. She finds it comforting and soothing to hold you in her arms and give you little kisses on your forehead or cheeks. It helps her express her feelings towards you and convey what you mean to her. It also helps to ease her stress and makes her feel safe and loved.

Harwin: His love language is acts of service. He appreciates it when his partner takes time out of your day to do small favors or complete tasks that benefit both of you. He also values receiving gifts, as they are thoughtful tokens that show him that someone was thinking of him and going out of your way to do something special for him.

Cregan: His love language is acts of service since he's not much for flowery words or romantic gestures. He shows his love through his actions - he does what he can in order to protect and honor you, both in word and in deed. But he's not above a good compliment from time to time. He can also appreciate the art of a good burn or a cutting remark.