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melyssaandrade · 1 year
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Aemond vs Daemon
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raiisakitsune · 1 year
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Aemond returning home after killing luceyrs and starting a civil war: I'd like everybody to take a moment and think back to a time when they did something stupid, how they were treated, and how they wished they were treated. Alicent: What the hell did you do?
Aemond:ikilledluke
Alicent: .... what?
Aemond: vhagerateluke
Otto: ....
Alicent:
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marshsano · 1 year
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aegon refers to lucerys and jacaerys as thing one and thing two and is absolutely FLOORED when aemond name drops one of them.
inspired by this tweet!
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ignitedminds27 · 1 year
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In an universe where there is no greed and only love exists, Aemond and Lucerys are each other's rock. Lucerys is who he is because of his uncle Aemond.
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silkcrows · 1 year
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Vhagar @ Aemond when he tries to tell her no killing after he purposely flies her into a mega storm to chase a scared little boy around:
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fallingwallsh · 1 year
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"An eye for an eye.
A son for a son.
Lucerys shall be avenged."
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romancedawg · 1 year
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“the storm’s end scene when aemond removes his eye patch. this is the first time lucerys is actually seeing the damage he caused. you can see the horror on his face.”
- @closed-third-eye
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arleniansdoodles · 1 year
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You owe a debt, boy!
Behold! This Tolkien fan’s first piece of fanart for House of the Dragon! Spoilers for the finale, I suppose? XDD I couldn’t help myself after watching it, so I drew Lucerys Velaryon, and his uncle, Aemond Targaryen :DDD I find their dynamic quite fascinating and would’ve loved to see them interact more.
And boy do I wish that they could’ve made amends and avoided starting the war lmaoo kinda like friends to enemies to friends again, maybe? T_T
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WHAT DID AEMOND THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN? Like fucking oopsiedoodle?! Babes you chased a fourteen year old through a storm on a scared dragon a tenth of the size of your barely tamed ginormous beast. And you know that kid was the loved son of a woman with armies and a dozen dragons at her command who you probably could have avoided a war with if you hadn’t KILLED her child. Also he literally said years ago that losing an eye and gaining Vhagar was a fair trade. Call it quits bro.
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cinnamonshaybackup · 1 year
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All The Wrong Reasons— Aemond Targaryen
aemond targaryen x f!targaryen reader, reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter (because I’m obsessed with this trope currently, my apologies in advance)
Flying to storms end after husband!Aemond sent as envoys, (Rhaenys I’s dragon never died in this, so reader rides Meraxes)
konīr iksis iā gēlȳn naejot sagon addemmagon, valītsos - there is a debt to be paid, boy
ao tepagon chase naejot iā riña rȳ iā jelmāzma!? ñuha own lēkia - you give chase to a child through a storm!? my own brother!?
Nyke mērī jeldan naejot sȳngagon zirȳla, hae penance syt ñuha laes - I only wished to scared him as penance for my eye
ñuha jorrāelagon - my love
word count: 720
SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for Episode 10
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“Y/N, we have decided to send you after Aemond, to show our goodwill, please make haste to Storm’s End.” Alicent spoke, glancing at you as she spoke before patting your hand, and walking out of the room after you nodded.
You dressed quickly in your leather riding outfit, a servant lacing your black boots for you, as you quickly made your way to the dragon pit, 
“Meraxes!” The large dragon, your ancestor Rhaenys’ had ridden the very same into battle alongside the Conqueror and her sister Visenya, whose very same dragon was ridden by your husband. You trailed your gloved hand across her scales, affectionately smiling at the dragon you had been lucky enough to claim and form a bond with.
You quickly scaled Meraxes, situating yourself in the saddle, “Soves, Meraxes!” You commanded, and the dragon acquiesced to your request.
You arrived at Storm’s End quicker than you would have expected, only to hear your husband’s maniacal laughter carrying through the stormy wind.  “konīr iksis iā gēlȳn naejot sagon addemmagon, valītsos!” Aemond’s voice carried to you before you saw him, noticing your younger brother and his dragon in distress flying away from him.
Your blood simmered, the situation sinking in, Aemond was taunting Lucerys, chasing him through a storm with angry intent on a dragon, much larger than Luc’s own Arrax. “LUC!” You screamed, feeling your throat slightly raw from how loud you shouted, Luc looked back at you, the terror slightly lessening in his body, he knew in his bones you would protect him or die trying, as you always had.
“Vhagar! Serve me! No! Vhagar!”
You frantically bid Meraxes to fly faster, cutting Aemond off from his chase of Lucerys, you glared at Aemond as Meraxes stopped Vhagar in her tracks.
Meraxes snorted as Vhagar roughly stopped, jostling Aemond in his saddle.
“ao tepagon chase naejot iā riña rȳ iā jelmāzma!? ñuha own lēkia!?"!?" You screamed across the winds at him, your violet eyes flashing wildly in your fury. Aemond’s eye widened as he looked at you, his face in shock as his wife glared murderously at him. 
“Nyke mērī jeldan naejot sȳngagon zirȳla, hae penance syt ñuha laes! Vhagar stopped obeying! Arrax shot fire at her!” He yelled back, trying to appease you, the wind making it hard to hear.
“YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM! VHAGAR IS LIKE TO SWAT HIM OUT OF THE SKY TO APPEASE YOUR FURY AS A SPIDER IS TO DRAIN A FLY, YOU CRAVEN! HE IS A CHILD! YOU FIGHT FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS!” You screamed again, the words ripping themselves from you. You knew by now Lucerys was a safe distance away, the risk of harm coming to him gone, and you exhaled in relief, knowing how close you had just come to losing a brother.
“ñuha jorrāelagon!” Aemond tried to convince you to forgive him.
“Fly home, husband. I will meet you there, but I do not wish to lay eyes longer on you, as of yet.” You spat out, turning Meraxes and following the path Lucerys had taken back to Dragonstone. 
The tightness in your heart released as you saw your brother safely dismounting Arrax as you landed near to him on Meraxes, you dismounted, slipping slightly as you hit the sand running to him. Tears freely fell down both of your cheeks as you grasped him, holding him tight with a hand in his curls pressing his head to your chest as you kissed his head, clutching your younger brother as he cried, the adrenaline leaving his body as he was finally safe.
“He said he’d take my eye, Y/N” He cried, and you bit your tongue in anger, shushing him as you held him. “No harm will come to you from his hand, dear brother, lest I strike my husband down in fury. I will protect you until my last breath, Lucerys, as I do all of our brothers.” you assured him. Tightening your arm around him before releasing him, “I must return, Luc. I love you, tell mother I have not yet forgotten where my loyalties lie, as I still bleed black.”
You pressed one last kiss to his head, in bittersweet goodbye as you remounted Meraxes and cast one last look at your family home, turning back to King’s Landing as your blood simmers still.
(literally just a little blurb because I refuse to accept that Lucerys is gone.)
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suckerpunchfemale · 1 year
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I don't blame Vhagar, tbh. And I don't blame Arrax for attacking first either. I don't even blame Aemond and Lucerys. I'm blaming the way they were raised and their education on dragons.
Now hear me out:
Rhaenyra was honestly the only one, on screen, to be told that they idea that they control the dragon is an illusion. And if we follow the theme of miscommunication, I'm going to go on a limb and assume she never repeated that to any of her kids, nor her half brothers.
That being said, earlier in the episode while Rhaenyra is having that terrible birthing scene, we see flashes of Syrax in just as much pain. Rhaenyra obviously isn't choosing to share that pain with Syrax, but it's happening. It's subconscious and it's projecting because of their bond.
Lucerys (and Arrax, tbh) were TERRIFIED to see this colossal dragon essentially hunting them down. Lucerys didn't want to fight, but fear makes you do stupid things like throw stones at a bear. And Arrax felt that. And did what he had to, to protect both of them.
Aemond has hated Lucerys for years, like absolutely hated this kid. But not enough to kill him. In Borros' caught, after he throws the dagger, he even says that he wants an eye but he won't blind Lucerys. The intent is to humiliate, shame, get revenge but not kill. But at a subconscious level, Aemond has been fostering hatred towards the kid that blinded and bullied him for YEARS. Vhagar was never trained to have restraint. So she feels this hatred towards this little kid on the back of the dragon that just blasted her, of course she's going to kill them.
Aemond and Lucerys were too young , too naive. And their lack of understanding of the true bond between rider and dragon, that it's not a master and a slave (Because Danaerys says it too, that's dragons are not slaves) is what led to this moment.
You don't take a war machine to play a glorified game of Tag-you're-it with your least favourite nephew.
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alyshiba · 1 year
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Lilagon hen zaldrizoti
Part five: The Wedding
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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.
Warning: Sex, smut, kind of dom Aemond and a very bratty Visenya. Read at your own peril.
Author’s note: We finally get into the thick of it.. so be mindfull that this chapter contains graphic description of sex, not very well written.
If you're sensitive to this topic.. keep in mind that this fic is rated as mature, BUT i highlighted in bold the part where you get close to the sex scene, so that you can skip it and go directly toward the final part (highlighted in bold as well) of the chapter.
This very mature scene is kinda important to the building of Aemond and Visenya's relationship, but I understand that it might make some uncomfortable.
Prequel | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11
The mornings in King's Landing were quite different from the ones on Dragonstone: it was warmer, which was not at all a bad thing, but the breeze coming from the port and the coast did not bring the distinct smell of the sea, no, the air carried the smell of half a million people living on top of one another. It wasn't exactly pleasant.
Visenya had to go through all her wardrobe to find something light enough for the warmer temperatures, and finally, she decided upon a red silk dress, maybe a lgraittle too revealing with a low neckline on the front and a good portion of her back bare, but it was the only one she could tolerate wearing in the heat of the capital. She then proceeded to tie her hair in a high braid which she then rolled up in a bun, her long locks had become almost a nuisance, some days she felt as if she was carrying a blanket over her shoulders.
Donned and ready the Princess took to the still-empty corridors of the Red Keep, followed closely by her armed shadow, Ser Edric. The servants who were already up and running had their passages that helped them carry on their duties much more quickly, and likely the Lords and Ladies in residence were still readying themselves for the day ahead.
<<I wish for you to start teaching me swordplay, Ser Edric>> Visenya said breaking the silence of their walk, <<pardon?>> Questioned the knight, taken aback by the sudden request. <<Prince Daemon had already taught me the basics, given the situation we had found ourselves in. But I wish to learn how to better defend myself in case it is ever needed>> In truth her father had taught her much more than just the basics of swordplay, but going into the details of her complicated relationship with him would only increase the risk of unnecessary and uncomfortable questions. <<As the Princess commands>> Edric finally answered. He did not sound convinced, probably he proudly felt it to be a useless task since he was likely the best swordsman alive in the Kingdoms, but she couldn't always count on his protection, or at least she wasn’t foolish enough to do so.
The princess did not have a specific destination in mind, she just wanted to evade her chambers and be reacquainted with the Keep that was now her home. Since the executions of the traitors' Lord she, and her family, felt a sense of false security: there wasn’t talk of threats to their lives, yet Alicent Hightower still resided within these walls and the new Lord of Harrenhall was nowhere to be found. Not to mention that three out of the seven major houses still sympathized with the Hightower’s cause, therefore Visenya kept her guard high and refused to place her trust in anyone.
Her feet had taken her outside of the keep, on the top of the staircase that led to the main courtyard. There was a good number of people in the yard: Lord and Ladies spectating and those who trained with the sword.
There was a clear division between those who practiced: on one side she noticed the silver hairs of Aemond and Daeron, while on the opposite side of the yard her father was mostly beating up her brothers Jace and Luke. Visenya laughed when Daemon sent effortlessly both of her brothers arse first in the dust again, gaining an enraged glare from Jace. She must have laughed too loudly, for from the corner of her eyes she noticed Aemond grinning in their direction. <<Tell me your honest opinion, Ser Edirc>> She questioned. It was painfully clear that her uncles were by far better swordsmen than her brothers. She was never allowed in the courtyards, so she couldn’t say if it was due to a lack of good trainers, too much negligence or if simply they weren’t good at combat. What she knew was that if a fight ever broke Jace and Luke would have trouble defending themselves.
<<On a combat field they may survive>> Edric said after a while, <<but they lack the skill to win a duel>> He was being too kind, the Princess thought. <<Although your betrothed shows impressive skill… for someone with his impediment>> Visenya glared at Edric for a moment. She didn’t want to defend Aemond, but that comment reminded her of all the times she was shunned because of the lack of a dick between her legs, <<It is with hands that one wields a sword, not with an eye>> she bitterly commented, <<I agree but..>> began Edric again as Visenya started to descend the stairs that led to the courtyard. <<One has to learn to use all of their senses during a fight, Prince Daemon once told me, you cannot rely solely on your eyes at all times>> The knight stayed silent. It wasn’t supposed to be her place to teach a man how to combat, but she had always been impulsive, and a lifetime of being not good enough only because of her gender made her sensitive towards that kind of discrimination.
Once she reached the yard she immediately gave up on greeting her brothers and father, for they were once again busy in a spar. So she glared at Ser Edric and then went straight to where Aemond and his brother Daeron were sparring. When she reached them all of the spectators, ladies mostly, made space for her, bowing. She was growing to enjoy the looks of reverence and almost fear they showed her. 
Visenya clapped when Aemond held his training sword at his brother’s throat, ending the fight, it was then that he noticed her staring at him. Her future husband smirked at her, pushed his sword into Daeron’s hand, and walked toward her. <<Have you come to appreciate true sword skill, my love?>> He said stretching the last two words, she didn’t know if he intended to mock her or annoy her since her father and brothers were close enough to hear. It was probably the latter, for Aemond then grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, as he always did whenever anyone was close. Visenya didn’t miss how his eyes lingered for a long while on her cleavage. She smirked, realizing that maybe her future husband would be as easily seduced as any other man, which might make her married life easier.
<<All I hear is praise for your skills>> She sweetly said, taking her hand out of his and placing it on his chest, <<I wished to see it for myself>> Aemond simply smirked. 
<<Father, Mother, Warrior>> Chanted the High Septon, almost in sync with the beating of her heart <<Mayden, Smith, Crone>> the chant went on and the lump in her stomach grew, <<Stranger>> another pause, <<here now their vows>>. 
Visenya raised her head and looked into her husband’s eye, she refused to be scared or intimidated by him, these vows, or anything else. She was Visenya Targaryen, daughter of the Queen, the blood of Kings and conquerors and dragons. <<I am his, and he is mine, from this day until the end of my days>> Shee proclaimed loud enough for the all plaza to hear, in her most confident tone. Aemond returned her gaze, <<I am hers, and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days>> he repeated, his voice and tone succeeded in making it sound more like a romantic vow than a threat. The Princess hoped that it was his intention and not just a show for the crowd gathered.
<<On this day, in the eyes of men and Gods alike, I proclaim Aemond of House Targaryen and Visenya of the Houses Velaryon and Targaryen to be man and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and always>> That was it then, she now belonged to Aemond in the eyes of the law. They stared at each other for a bit before the High Septon cleared his throat and whispered for their ears only: <<you might want to seal the vows with a kiss>> they both turned at the old man, Aemond made a face, but then carefully slid his hand on the back of her neck, taking care to make it be a gentle gesture, before lowering his face at her level. Visenya looked into his eye for a moment, only to see the same uneasiness and confusion she was feeling, then took his face in her hands and kissed her husband. She went for a chaste kiss of his lip, but Aemond was quicker and he chose to slide his tongue in her mouth forcing her to do the same. When they broke the kiss he was grinning. She stomped on his foot gaining a growl from him as they turned, hand in hand, towards the crowd of High and lower Lord and commoners alike.
Visenya grinned towards Borros Baratheon and his displeased face.
The ceremony had been long and tedious, and the feast that followed was equally as boring, just a hundred times louder. They all sat at a long table in the throne room: her mother sitting in the center, right in front of her throne, and to her right sat Daemon who was drinking way too much for Visenya’s liking, close to him where his twin daughters and the Velaryons. In a show of unity, if the marriage wasn’t enough, Rhaenyra had wanted Aemond to sit at her left, so now Visenya had to sit between her new husband and his very much drunk brother Aegon.
The former usurper King had spent the entirety of the feast making unwanted compliments to his new sister by marriage, all of which were met by murderous glances by both her father and Aemond, surprisingly. Visenya concluded that the two brothers must not have the best relationship, or that her husband was a jealous man. Or both. She was sure that one of the two would kill him when Aegon rose, cup in hand, and shouted for the bedding ceremony to begin. The princess decided to take matters into her own hand, took the meat knife from the table, and pressed it between his uncle's legs. <<sit>> She whispered, angrily. Aegon quickly did, swallowing down fearing for his manhood. Visenya turned to look at him, and forces herself to smile at Aegon, never looking away from his eyes. <<you will lose a finger any time that one of those idiots touches me. If you end up not having enough fingers, uncle, then I’ll take your manhood>> She intended for him only to hear and judging by the way his hand went immediately between his legs when she removed the blade, she was sure that he heard loud and clear. But the sound of Aemond choking on his wine was a clear sign he must have heard as well. 
Visenya then turned to the hall packed with drunk men eager to put their end on her and her stomach closed in fear of what they might do. She quietly rose and began to walk in the direction of Aemond’s chamber when a mob of Lords high and low alike formed at her tail. She expected to feel their dirty hands on her body when Daemon stood between her and them, Darksister unsheathed, and looked at the crowd dead serious, <<touch the Princess, and I shall enjoy gutting you like boars>> She didn’t miss how her father looked at Aemond mid-sentence but squeezed his arm in thanks anyway.
The bedding ceremony turned to a silent procession that followed her to her new apartments. She almost started laughing. Once the Princess reached the door the crowd quickly dispersed to avoid Daemon’s wrath. They were the only ones left. <<You are gorgeous>> He whispered, caressing her cheek, Visenya smiled leaning into that rare gesture, <<drug him or make him drink until he collapses>> she laughed at her father's ever charming manners. <<But if you need it you still have the dagger no?>> He asked, and when she nodded he disappeared into the corridors.
Aemond's bedroom was warm, clean, and tidy like his solar was the last time she had been there. It had a lingering smell of soap and citrus, a blessing for her nostrils after the stench of the city and the hall. She began to undo her hair, letting them flow freely on her body. Then she untied the corset of her dress, which she let fall at her feet. She picked up the heavy fabric gown, folded it neatly, and placed it on a chair near the door of the room. She then freed herself of the undergarments, until she was completely naked. She unclasped all of her jewelry and placed them on the dress, and finally, she decided to hide her dagger under the mattress, just in case she needed it. She sat on the chair by the fireplace, waiting for her husband. She knew Aemond wouldn't let the night go without consuming their marriage, and she also was well aware of the way he looked at her every time they had ended up close since Storm’s End, so she decided that her best course of action would be to keep being seductive and let him have his way with her. She hoped it was just enough to make it at least enjoyable for her.
Visenya didn’t have to wait long for her new husband, she heard the thud of the door closing, and after a while, Aemond walked into the bedroom. He was still perfectly dressed as she had been when she entered the room, so she concluded that he also was spared from the bedding ceremony. A part of her, the empathetic one she kept always hidden, felt glad for him.
The Princess rose from her position and confidently walked toward her husband, suffocating a grin when he saw Aemond's stunned expression. She smiled at him and without saying a word started unbuckling his doublet, letting it fall on the floor. Then she helped him out of his shirt, revealing his toned and muscular upper body. 
Visenya bit her lower lip: she certainly won’t be complaining about how her husband looked.
She felt Aemond’s hand on her hips then, and after a moment he pulled her close to himself so that now her breasts were tightly pressed against his torso. She smirked as she felt one of his big hands traveling along her back and the other going straight to cup her right ass cheek, squeezing it lightly. <<I must assume that my husband is pleased with me>> She purred, tilting her head to look at his face. Visenya moved her hands from his chest to Aemond’s face and dragged him close enough to kiss him. 
She felt him squeezing her butt harder while his other hand went to grip the back of her neck as the kiss quickly became hungrier, filled with need built from all of the tension they felt in the days leading up to that moment. Visenya’s hand moved on its own accord lower and lower until she felt her husband’s growing erection. She started instinctively to stroke him from above his breeches and heard his muffled groans. Aemond then quickly and abruptly broke the kiss, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. She was almost going to protest when he forced her to stop stroking him by turning her around. She pressed her ass against his crotch instead, grinding it against his erection and gaining another moan from Aemond, who held her tightly against his body. He began to leave wet kisses along her neck, from the base to her jaw, and as she began to lean into him she felt his free hand traveling on her body until it settled on her breast cupping it. <<I won’t need Luke’s eye anymore>> He whispered in her ear, before kissing the soft skin of her face under her lobe, causing her to press her thighs together as she started to feel her core pulsing and growing wetter, <<having his sister’s wet cunt at my disposal for the rest of my life will be payment enough for the eye he took>> she should have felt enraged by that comment and by the way he spoke of her, but there was a part of her that made her cunt start throbbing and that wanted him to take her right then and to be at his mercy. She decided that she might like being married to Aemond, after all. <<Make good use of it then>> She said back between labored breaths.
Visenya felt so relieved when she felt his hand travel from her breast down towards her core, and she couldn’t stop the moans that left her mouth when his fingers started to press and draw circular motions on the most sensitive part of her wet cunt. She could very well imagine him smirking, being satisfied with himself, knowing that in those moments he made her be at his complete mercy, but the Princess didn’t care, lost in the pleasure that his fingers were giving her.
As soon as she started feeling pressure building inside of her, her moans got louder and her knees weaker, but it was then that he deprived her of his touch and turned one again to face him. It took a moment to regain control of her mind, and when she did she raised a brow at Aemond who was grinning devilishly back at her. She wanted to slap him and at the same time take his hand and place it where it had been a few seconds ago, but she refused to give him the satisfaction, so Visenya looked at her husband’s face, then at the very evident bulge between his legs, and then at his face once again, deciding that two can play this game.
The Princess forced herself to keep her eyes locked in Aemond’s only one and backed up until she reached the bed and sat on it. She smirked at him and still didn’t break the stare when she adjusted her position and when she spread her legs for him to see, and she was still staring at his lilac eye when she started to rub her clit just like he did moments before. Again she couldn’t help herself and her moans as she brought herself closer and closer to release. The closer she got to her orgasm the more she saw Aemond suffering, so she decided to be even more of a brat by moaning his name out loud. That was enough for him as he sprinted toward his wife, adamant to regain control of the situation. But she stopped him by pressing a foot on his abs, <<why so impatient?>> she said between heavy breaths, mockingly. Aemond would not allow her brattiness to go any further and pushed her foot away. In a moment, faster than her brain could record, he was on top of her, pushing her onto the mattress with one hand on her throat. <<Your cunt is now mine>> He said with a husky voice, inches from her face, <<and only I am allowed to touch it, do you understand?>> Visenya bit her lower lip, his tone made her brain lose the ability to form any coherent thought, so she simply nodded, raising her hands in defeat. That part of her mind that loved how he was being in control made her hope that the response would make him give her the release she was desperate for.
He kissed her again, with more passion and hunger than before, and allowed her to blindly try to untie the strings of his breeches. When she finally succeeded he broke the kiss and got rid of the final layer of clothing that was on his body. She spent a moment staring at his hardened cock, it looked large, maybe too large to fit inside of her.
Aemond allowed her to get in a more comfortable position on the bed, before lowering himself on her. As he kissed her again the Princess felt his cock pressing on her body, and his hands wandering on her body: from her core to her full breasts. She allowed her own hands to explore him, caressing his back and finally resting on his toned ass. When he broke the kiss once again and decided to finally take her, Visenya went to remove the eyepatch he was still wearing. He immediately stopped her, grabbing her wrist, <<I am completely bare for you and at your mercy>> she whispered, caressing his cheek with her free hand. He spent a moment looking at his wife in her eyes, perhaps afraid that she would mock or belittle him, but then Aemond allowed her to remove the patch, revealing once again the sapphire nestled in his eye socket. 
She was content enough in knowing that now he too felt as vulnerable as she was.
Aemond began to rub his fingers against her clit once again, silencing her moans with a kiss. He continued until he was satisfied enough with her wetness, then he broke the kiss and grabbed his cock guiding it towards her entrance. He looked at her for a moment before slowly pressing it inside of her.
She felt a stinging sensation when he entered her, and then as he fully slid his cock inside of her she felt filled and warm. Her husband gave her a moment to adjust herself and get used to the sensation before he started to thrust in and out of her. He started very slow, but the more she grew comfortable the more he increased the pace of his thrusts until she started to enjoy that feeling way more than she did his fingers.
It didn’t take long for Aemond to bring her once again on the verge of an orgasm, and as she moaned his name louder and louder she realized that this was way better than any pleasure she might have ever given herself in the privacy of her chambers. He must have been closer too, for after a bit he grabbed her hips and started to pound harder and faster inside of her, causing her vision to go blurry and waves of pleasure to wash over her body. He pulled out as her inner walls began to clench around his cock, Visenya looked confused at her husband as he hovered over her, eye closed. It took him a couple of strokes to release himself over her stomach.
Aemond collapsed at her side and gave himself a minute to steady his breath and regain his composure, before walking towards the basin placed not far from the fireplace. He grabbed two wet towels, used one to clean himself, and then brought the other to Visenya, who accepted it and cleaned herself before throwing it on the floor next to her. She then felt the mattress shift under her husband’s weight as he settled under the covers facing the ceiling.
She mimicked him, not knowing what to do or say in that situation. She stared at him for a bit, before rolling to one side and crawling closer to him. Visenya placed her hand on Aemond’s face, forcing him to turn towards her. She scanned his face and found him as confused as she was, the difference being that the Princess had never been shy. <<Did you have your eye cut open for the sole purpose of fitting a gemstone inside it?>> She asked as if it was the most normal question in the world, <<what?>> he responded completely confused by her question. For a moment Visenya thought she had angered him because he stayed silent, <<I am just curious>> she responded, her tone was that of a child who just got denied to play with her favorite toy. <<The eye got infected when we returned home>> Responded Aemond dryly, <<the grand maester had to cut the eyelids open and take the eye out. The Sapphire came later>> as he explained she couldn’t help but try to imagine how painful it must be to have an eye removed like that. She couldn’t blame Luke though, it had been a stupid accident during a stupid brawl that shouldn’t ever have taken place. But it was with Aemond that she had to live the rest of her life with, so she forced herself to be more sympathetic towards him. <<I am sorry>> She whispered, caressing his ruined cheek. <<But I have to admit I find it quite attractive>> Visenya admitted smiling, <<you must be very strong to have endured it>> she joked after a moment of silence. Aemond laughed then, and maybe it was the first time she had ever heard him truly laugh. He then slid his harm under her and brought her closer, pressing their bodies together, <<maybe we shouldn’t be at war with each other>> she said as he began to kiss her jaw, her neck, and then her collarbone, <<we could accomplish so much together>> she continued as he rolled on top of her and kissed her once more, he hummed in agreement sliding his hand between her legs once again.
Visenya grabbed his face putting space between their mouths, she basked for a moment in his annoyed expression, <<but I will not give you a child now, nor tomorrow, nor this year>> she said seriously staring into his lilac orb, he let out a long breath, <<your cunt is still mine>> he said taking her hands and pinning them above her head. It was Visenya who laughed then <<for now, it is>>, it was the last thing she said before he kissed her again.
It was going to be a very long night.
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cinnamonshay · 1 year
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All The Wrong Reasons— Aemond Targaryen
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aemond targaryen x f!targaryen reader, reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter (because I’m obsessed with this trope currently, my apologies in advance)
Flying to storms end after husband!Aemond sent as envoys, (Rhaenys I’s dragon never died in this, so reader rides Meraxes)
konīr iksis iā gēlȳn naejot sagon addemmagon, valītsos - there is a debt to be paid, boy
ao tepagon chase naejot iā riña rȳ iā jelmāzma!? ñuha own lēkia - you give chase to a child through a storm!? my own brother!?
Nyke mērī jeldan naejot sȳngagon zirȳla, hae penance syt ñuha laes - I only wished to scared him as penance for my eye
ñuha jorrāelagon - my love
word count: 720
SPOILER WARNING: Spoilers for Episode 10
part one, part two  alternate ending
“Y/N, we have decided to send you after Aemond, to show our goodwill, please make haste to Storm’s End.” Alicent spoke, glancing at you as she spoke before patting your hand, and walking out of the room after you nodded.
You dressed quickly in your leather riding outfit, a servant lacing your black boots for you, as you quickly made your way to the dragon pit,
“Meraxes!” The large dragon, your ancestor Rhaenys’ had ridden the very same into battle alongside the Conqueror and her sister Visenya, whose very same dragon was ridden by your husband. You trailed your gloved hand across her scales, affectionately smiling at the dragon you had been lucky enough to claim and form a bond with.
You quickly scaled Meraxes, situating yourself in the saddle, “Soves, Meraxes!” You commanded, and the dragon acquiesced to your request.
You arrived at Storm’s End quicker than you would have expected, only to hear your husband’s maniacal laughter carrying through the stormy wind.  “konīr iksis iā gēlȳn naejot sagon addemmagon, valītsos!” Aemond’s voice carried to you before you saw him, noticing your younger brother and his dragon in distress flying away from him.
Your blood simmered, the situation sinking in, Aemond was taunting Lucerys, chasing him through a storm with angry intent on a dragon, much larger than Luc’s own Arrax. “LUC!” You screamed, feeling your throat slightly raw from how loud you shouted, Luc looked back at you, the terror slightly lessening in his body, he knew in his bones you would protect him or die trying, as you always had.
“Vhagar! Serve me! No! Vhagar!”
You frantically bid Meraxes to fly faster, cutting Aemond off from his chase of Lucerys, you glared at Aemond as Meraxes stopped Vhagar in her tracks.
Meraxes snorted as Vhagar roughly stopped, jostling Aemond in his saddle.
“ao tepagon chase naejot iā riña rȳ iā jelmāzma!? ñuha own lēkia!?"!?" You screamed across the winds at him, your violet eyes flashing wildly in your fury. Aemond’s eye widened as he looked at you, his face in shock as his wife glared murderously at him.
“Nyke mērī jeldan naejot sȳngagon zirȳla, hae penance syt ñuha laes! Vhagar stopped obeying! Arrax shot fire at her!” He yelled back, trying to appease you, the wind making it hard to hear.
“YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM! VHAGAR IS LIKE TO SWAT HIM OUT OF THE SKY TO APPEASE YOUR FURY AS A SPIDER IS TO DRAIN A FLY, YOU CRAVEN! HE IS A CHILD! YOU FIGHT FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS!” You screamed again, the words ripping themselves from you. You knew by now Lucerys was a safe distance away, the risk of harm coming to him gone, and you exhaled in relief, knowing how close you had just come to losing a brother.
“ñuha jorrāelagon!” Aemond tried to convince you to forgive him.
“Fly home, husband. I will meet you there, but I do not wish to lay eyes longer on you, as of yet.” You spat out, turning Meraxes and following the path Lucerys had taken back to Dragonstone.
The tightness in your heart released as you saw your brother safely dismounting Arrax as you landed near to him on Meraxes, you dismounted, slipping slightly as you hit the sand running to him. Tears freely fell down both of your cheeks as you grasped him, holding him tight with a hand in his curls pressing his head to your chest as you kissed his head, clutching your younger brother as he cried, the adrenaline leaving his body as he was finally safe.
“He said he’d take my eye, Y/N” He cried, and you bit your tongue in anger, shushing him as you held him. “No harm will come to you from his hand, dear brother, lest I strike my husband down in fury. I will protect you until my last breath, Lucerys, as I do all of our brothers.” you assured him. Tightening your arm around him before releasing him, “I must return, Luc. I love you, tell mother I have not yet forgotten where my loyalties lie, as I still bleed black.”
You pressed one last kiss to his head, in bittersweet goodbye as you remounted Meraxes and cast one last look at your family home, turning back to King’s Landing as your blood simmers still.
(literally just a little blurb because I refuse to accept that Lucerys is gone.)
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marshsano · 1 year
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hotd last dinner scene except they put me in the writer’s room and let me give jacaerys some of the most jaw dropping eye puns in return for aemond’s strong puns.
they fight with words instead of fists (because sadly jacaerys loses BAD.)
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kanariorey · 8 months
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"You will marry me when the war is over, right Taoba?"
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octoberwitchsblog · 1 year
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It's unfortunatly not shown in House of the Dragon but in the books, Vhagar actually roars and becomes unhinged when Aemond loses his eye. It is very possible that she had a long-held hatred towards Luke for hurting Aemond and that's what partly motivated her to kill him. I wish they would've shown that in the show.
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