#hotd band au

[allfortheaesthetic]

aegon: what if i just changed the trajectory of everyone’s life by killing myself right here

aemond: that only works if people actually care about you

aegon: fuck you

[howyouloveyourdragon]

ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ & ᴀʟɪᴄᴇɴᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

linked to jessie (jace)'s girl ff pt1 pt2

– so it originally started when they were still in school at about 13/14 so year 8 for a talent show – they made pop-punk themed songs but the lyrics are quite insightful when you look into them – they called it 'Weirwood' to honour Rhaenyra and Alicent's favourite hidden meetup spot behind the school – Alicent wrote the lyrics to their songs, it's one of the only times she felt like she could truly express herself, and played the keyboard (she likes it especially because it keeps her hands busy so she'll stop picking at them so much when she's anxious she can drum her fingers against her leg as if thinking up sheet music) – Rhaenyra helped brand themselves as she had the high confidence and 'star presence' but she also does vocals and electric guitar – also her uncle Daemon was also in a band and helped them out when they were stuck on something – the band included other members such as Laena on drums, Laenor on electric guitar and Criston on bass guitar (he also helped on vocals sometimes) – Rhaenyra starts calling their fans 'Zaldrīzes' which means 'Dragons' in Rhaenyra's mother tongue and it catches on – Rhaenyra and Criston hooked up but broke things off when Rhaenyra told him she just wanted to keep things casual – when Alicent found out her best friend was keeping this from her, she completely flipped out because she didn't approve of making things complicated with bandmates – Rhaenyra chased after Alicent for a few years but always got rejected because Alicent didn't want to mix relationship drama with business decisions, she thought it was unethical – this blew up into a huge fight which the tabloids have since dubbed 'The Dance of The Dragons' because when the band split, the separated bands moved to different agencies which conveniently both were known for undertaking dancers 'The Greens' stayed with 'The Red Keep' agency while 'The Blacks' moved to one called 'Dragonstone' – 'The Greens' rebranded and took on Larys Strong while 'The Blacks' took on his brother Harwin Strong – Neither band does particularly well afterward but the drama between them is always the centre off attention when they attend the same events, they still have some very dedicated fanbases – at first they make remarks about one another but soon they grow out of it and rekindle – they get back together for songs sometimes until another thread snaps and they fight again – they know it will never be the same so they settle for being civil with one another – very hot and cold – at an award ceremony, every tabloid covers how Rhaenyra arrives without her signature black in favour of emerald green and Alicent arrives instead of her signature green in coal black – there are many photos snapped of Rhaenyra and Alicent laughing the night away and sticking close together after they're seated at close tables next to each other – eventually both bands separate but once their kids show interest in their teen years they are very willing to help and so the next generation take over their respective parents' band

[daewithmon]

AU green siblings as a band

[sapphire-writes]

Down in Flames ~ Masterlist

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Aemond x Reader

chapters: 10/10 COMPLETED

summary: Dracarys is the next big thing, and you have followed the band to the top. But tensions rise as the band grows into fame. Will you make it out in one piece, or are you destined to go down in flames?

rating: mature/explicit/18+

tropes: ex-boyfriends brother, enemies to lovers, he fell first

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Main Story

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Oneshots

The Christmas Party Prequel Daylight (Aegon's Happy Ending)

Headcanons

Aemond's Dream

Moodboard

[oh-theseus]

all i wanted | prologue

pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x female!reader summary: the beginning of zenith. warnings: bar setting a/n: special thanks to greta van fleet for inspiring me to make everyone in the band except for reader siblings lol. hope you all enjoy this beginning <3

series masterlist. next.

“You’re nepo-babies,” was what you had said to Aegon and Aemond Targaryen when you’d met for the first time.

You had been eighteen, freshly graduated from high school and without any plans for your future. All you knew was that you had a passion for music, and that when your uncle let you play at his bar, everyone told you that you were good at it. But that hadn’t meant you expected the sons of Alicent Hightower to approach you after one of your performances on a normal Tuesday night.

Alicent Hightower was one of the most well-known musicians of her age. when she was still relatively young, she’d married Viserys Targaryen, a man twice her age and the owner of the most successful record label in the last decade. Her fame had never dwindled, not even when she started to have children and devoted most of her time to motherhood. When her children entered into the music scene when they were young, the whispers of nepo-favortism had started flying.

So, your insult had not been a foreign one to either Targaryen boy. Aemond was your age, albeit a few months younger. Aegon, however, was three years older than you, and was certainly the reason that his younger brother had been able to sneak into the bar. 

“Smart, aren’t you,” Aegon had teased, though clearly had not been impressed with your sharp words.

“Very,” you had fired back just as quickly. Your quick-wit had been unexpected, but something that both boys would become accustomed to over time. 

“Is that a rejection, then?” Aemond spoke next, and for the first time that evening.

Ah yes, their offer. the one that had caused you to insult them so plainly. 

They’d approached you nearly ten minutes previous, complimenting you on your performance at first, and then all of a sudden offering you to start a band with them next. It was all very quick, and when you had tried to question them, Aegon had simply said that the brothers had been watching your for a while now, and they thought you could help them. 

That, of course, had been when you called them nepo-babies. How could they need your help when all they had to do was flash their unmistakable silver hair and mumble their last name to get what they wanted? 

“No, it’s not a rejection,” you said finally, but were quick to add, “It’s a ‘give me your phone number and I’ll text you an answer in the morning’.”

Aegon had done just that.

For the record, you didn’t text him for a month.

That had been three years ago, and since then Zenith had become one of the biggest rock bands in the world. You were their lead singer, praised for your consistency and the confidence you held on stage. Aegon was the guitaris and when they played shows, it was not uncommon for his name to be screamed the loudest. And finally, Aemond. The public’s opinion of him seemed to change every day - no one really knew what to think of him.

For the first four months of being a band, Zenith had no real drummer. It had bothered you so badly that you’d spent a whole day arguing with Aegon about finding one. He’d tried to bring in about a dozen of people he “knew” (he’d spoken with them all approximately once), but you had shut down every offer. It wasn’t until Aemond had suggested they have their sister come in that you finally came around. Helaena was a natural, and was undeniably funny. And though her joining had led to years of questions towards you asking what it was like being the one in the band that wasn’t a sibling, you hadn’t regretted it for even a second.

Zenith had taken off nearly immediately. You were certain it had to do with the Targaryen name at first, but you had not complained one bit when it was announced that Zenith’s first studio album had debuted in the top twenty. 

The band had been riding that wave of success ever since. In the last three years, Zenith’s popularity had only grown. They’d released a second album in that time, and its debut had done far better than the first album’s. It’d done so well, in fact, that the band has just announced they’ll be going on their first ever world tour. Everything was perfect. 

For the time being, at least. 

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[brokecherry]

ok ok guys hear me out, lucemond band au

lead singer luke, aemond on lead guitar, jace on bass, daeron rhythm guitar, aegon drums

luke and aemond keep writing songs about each other and EVERYONE but them know it’s about the other and all their stans ship them bcs of their stage chemistry/antics together

DO U SEE THE VISION

[bottlesandbarricades]

Aegon Targaryen would have done absolute numbers as the lead singer of a pop punk band

[randomlyexisting]

He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

Aemond Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon

Band/singer Au

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Aemond is the guitarist / second voice of a band, that he works sweat, blood , and tears , with no single help from his father. Everything seems to go great but then life gives him an obstacle in the road to his success ,the lead singer and drummer, quits leaving them with a huge problem since they have gigs booked.

Aemond’s band mates go behind his back and offer the spot to the person he’s been pretending didn’t exist.

After dealing with a nasty breakup and finally winning the inner battle with his fear , Jace finds himself writing and his dream of an artist rise from the ashes.

Jace needs to prove to the record label he got what it takes to be a singer and not just a song writer, so he accepts the offer that might make his life a living hell for next months.

Or

Jace and Aemond are forced to be in a band together to get what they want while trying to ignore each other. Aemond best friends wants to know what’s that thick tension between their friend and the newbie. Cregan just wants to play the drums without having to fear of said guitarist killing him in his sleep.

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Jace bare feet taps against Aemond’s naked back , meanwhile Aemond played his guitar, as he worked on a song. He’d sprung up from Jace arms out of nowhere, exclaiming he was struck with inspiration , he explained on seeing his alarmed face at the sudden outburst.

Jace watched silently, not wanting to interrupt. He knows how one can get in the zone—well he used to—blocking everything and everyone.

Before everything flipped upside down. The accident. The unsaid goodbyes. Jace can still feel his father light touch under his chin, if he closes his eyes.

Feeling his throat clog with emotions, Jace pushes all the bad memories away and focused on Aemond. Who is a pretty sight. Why ruin a good day.

The curtains were opened, making the sunlight peek through the windows giving Aemond a glow around the crown of his silver hair. Made him look like a Greek God.

Taking Jace breath away.

His hand came up to push his own hair away from his face and laid his arms out like a starfish. Aemond mumbling incoherently , distracted with his song.

Jace shoves Aemond forward with his foot, wanting his attention back to him. He gave him enough time to jot down everything. A chuckleeaves his mouth when Aemond body lurches forward with the push.

“Sorry.” Aemond turns , giving him his side profile ,humming a tune under his breath. His mind far away. Still distracted.

Aemond being bathed in the golden sunlight, a song rang in Jace head. His uncle is attractive. Even when they were children, Jace always thought Aemond was cute , grumpy, but still cute. He also thought Helaena was pretty, still is.Aegon didn’t fall behind either

It reminded him of the countless of edits that Baela and Rhaena sends him with the same song stitched to it.

An idea , like a lightbulb above his head appeared. Jace smiled, still feeling giddy even if Aemond wasn’t paying attention to him. He knows how to get the attention he wants.

Clearing his throat , drops his feet and leans his upper body, resting his weight on his elbows.

“Dear Lord , when I go to heaven, please let me bring my man,” Jace sings, grabbing Aemond attention. He continues to sing as Aemond rise from his spot to face him. “When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in

Father, tell me if you can”

Aemond beams , making Jace heart stutter. His brown eyes roam Aemond body, but his eyes flickered back to the necklace that had a guitar pick that rested on Aemond chest.

A guitar pick that had words engrave in High Valyrian . A gift Aemond promise to wear it always close to his heart.

Jace moves to sit up to his knees, making a dramatic show of pointing with his hand the next verse to an amused Aemond,

“All that grace, all that body

All that face makes me wanna party

He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds”.

Jace is happy with himself when Aemond blushes.

Aemond plants a sweet kiss to his lips making him whine when he pulls away.Aemond has this look that Jace already knows what he’s going to say.

“You sing beautiful.” It wasn’t Jace first time singing. He stopped after the incident. It had seem that the Gods gifted their family in singing. His mother, Daemon, and his grand sire. Luke sang like an angel . Joffrey was getting there. But Jace stopped. He’d grown a fear to sing but recently his love for music changed along with his feelings for his uncle. His views were changing. But not that fast.

He can sing with Aemond but he couldn’t sing to anyone else. Jace brushes off the compliment that will only lead to an argument.

“Jace.” Aemond sighs, already trying to bring up the topic. He’s not ready. He will never be ready.

“Sing me a song?” Jace demands , jutting his bottom lip. It was only fair to hear Aemond vocals.

Aemond lets it rest in peace, already use to it, he adjust the guitar , fingers hover over the strings ready to play . “What song?”

“I wanna be yours.” Jace falls back and returns to his position of a star fish. He love this bed, it smells like Aemond. Jace wants to steal a pillow. And keep it forever.

“The one Rhaenyra always humming too?” Aemond ask , his hands already positing in the right place.

“Yeah.” Jace nods, and chuckles when Aemond dramatically clears out his throat.

“I wanna be deep in you as the Pacific Ocean” Aemond sings the lyric wrong, with a smirk pulling the corner of his lip.Jace shoots him a unimpressed look, making Aemond laugh.

“I wanna be yoooooooours.” Aemond stretches the word longer than necessary making Jace break into a fit of giggles. Aemond following along.

“You only know that part” Jace shakes his head amused by his boyfriend humor.

“Yeah.” Aemond sheepishly admits, puts the guitar to its rightful place and walks back to the bed. Jace shrieks when Aemond jumps on bed, landing on top of him . Aemond huffs as he maneuver Jace legs over his hip, with no help of the pillow princess and support his weight on his arms to not to squish Jace with his weight.

Aemond worried that later Jace’s face will hurt with how hard and big he was smiling.

He, himself, felt the ache, his face muscle twitching with his own smile .

“Write a song about me so you won’t forget about me when your famous.” Jace whispers , tugging at the necklace that dangled across his face. He played absently with guitar pick .

“I’ll write you a millions of song .” I will never forget you. Aemond seals the promise with a long deep kiss that take their breath away.

“ I just died in your arms tonight,” Aemond begin to sing, his deep velvet voice vibrates through Jace chest, Aemond leaned down to give Jace another kiss .

His arm reaches to push Jace’s hair away and runs his calloused fingers to his brow, cheek, jaw and all the way to the red swollen lips.

Aemond place his finger on Jace puffy lips and snorts when Jace playfully bites his thumb. It felt ridiculous being this joyful just by simply being in each others presence. He felt like a kid given a bag full of candy.

“It must've been some kind of kiss” Jace wiggles his eyebrows before he pulls him down for one more kiss.

Aemond can feel Jace smile throughout the kiss.

He wants to cling to this moment. Where everything is perfect. Where nothing can come and ruin his happiness. Aemond desperately clings to it.

They will find a way to keep their relationship on the low. It’s hard when their always in the public eye, their whole family is, and people were constantly waiting for them to slip up and to broadcast it to the whole world.

If the media find out, it would force them to make a choice that it would leave them with the bitterness aftermath and a broken heart that they won’t be able to fix with missing pieces or with any melody. Aemond hopes, prays that it never happens.

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[Time Jump]

“Thought you’d never overcome your stage freight .” Aemond smiles but there’s nothing friendly about it. Neither his tone of voice, hint of mockery but Jace wasn’t here to fight. Even if it was easier than to have a simple conversation.

It use to be. It seemed ages ago when they could communicate with only their eyes and body. Now they’re strangers ready to attack in fear they’d find a weakness to use against each other.

“Neither did I. I had people help me.” Jace had to remind himself that he needed to play nice . So he claps his hand behind him to hide how hard his fingernails dig into his palms.

It’s not sharp enough, his nails bitten down short in moments of nervousness.

“Cregan?” Aemond scowls , pushes his weight off the wall he leant against to move closer. Have never wanted his help, not even when he offered it with his heart. What was so special about the guy?

“Couldn’t just live in fear for the rest of my life, right?.” Jace lifts his shoulder, schooling his face expression the most he can.

Jace didn’t bother clarifying his real relationship with Cregan ; they were simply friends, brothers.Aemond doesn’t need to know what goes on or not in his life. This was all business after all.

Aemond seem unfazed by the vague answer and didn’t press on that subject. Small part of Jace felt disappointed. It seem he could care less even if he’d been throwing daggers with his eye ever since he met the drummer. If looks could kill, Jace would’ve been in Cregans’s funeral. Guess Jace made that up his mind.

“I don’t let fear control me.”Aemond squared his shoulders, as if readying for a fight. Jace wanted to laugh in his face at the lie he’d tried to feed him.

“I know you don’t want me to join the band. I think everyone noticed with your so called interview.” Jace scoffs, he could still feel the warmth of embarrassment creeping up from yesterday that Aemond cruelly made him go through.

Jace eye flicker down to Aemond neck , the simple gold chain mocked him , the guitar picked gone. He probably threw to the trash.

“I’m glad then, it will make it easy for them to deliver the news to you and your drummer today.”Aemond sharp grins hurts but doesn’t hurt Jace as much as the words that he said.

“I’m not gonna let my future go down in flames just so you could feel good about yourself.” Aemond looms over Jace, using their height difference to his gain. His sharp jaw was clenched hard, radiating pain from his teeth to his temple.

Aemond wants Jace to cower, lower his head in fear but Jace tips his chin higher, not breaking eye contact with him. Anger swim in the brown orbs that used to swirl with false tenderness directed to him. A broken part of him, misses it, even if it was fake.

Can Jace say the same thing about his eye. Can he see how cold and cruel his blue eye is now. Not a trace of the young teenager that would do anything for him just for a small amount of affection in return.

“I’ll sing for your band for now and once you guys find a replacement and I sign my contract with the label , we won’t have to see each other again. “ Jace takes a step back, desperately wanting space between them, he lets his arms fall back to his sides. It feels like defeat.

Aemond halts in moving closer, there was no need for them to be close, even with their hearts empty their bodies pulled to each other like magnets.

“It’s only temporary.”

“Temporary, huh”Aemond scoffs in disgust. the damn word leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “We both know how that works.” Jace hides his flinch at his uncle cruel reminder.

Jace breaks first and looks away. Wanting to hide how his eyes betray him and chin wobbles. Aemond keeps staring, now the side profile where the long brown curls grab his attention.

His hands move before he can think and reaches to tug on it gently. The movement make Jace turn to face him again making his finger touch Jace upper cheek.

In moments of weakness Aemond cups his face and lets his thumb trace the soft skin. He was still beautiful, still his beautiful Jace. Jace can’t help but lean to the touch that his heart engrave yet his skin regretfully forgotten how it felt.

“Band meeting!”

Jace and Aemond jump away from each other immediately. Jace is the first to leave. Aemond shoves his burning hand into the pocket of jacket where the damned pick burned a hole into his palm.

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Soooooo, I been listening to Lana del Rey a lot since HOTD , and this au just magically appeared. Hope it’s not that bad to read or too cringey, I typed as quick as I could to post this.

How hot would it be , Aemond playing the guitar , Jace and Aemond singing songs to throw indirects at each other , the sexual tension just building up with each show, Aemond writing songs about Jace and vise versa , 🤌🤌 , but I can’t write so I gave you this shitty piece lol.

There’s obviously a time jump in between the two parts I written. Idk why they broke up, but it tore their souls apart to end the relationship, but they still love each other lol.

I had to add Lana Del Rey and Arctic Monkeys somehow. So enjoy I guess🙃🤷‍♀️.

[droppofsaltt]

Has anyone seen that video of Dominic Fike standing in like a bar window while a group of people are filming him?? I can't find it rn!! But that is absolutely band au Lucerys! Also poc Lucerys stan forever.

Also I want to write a band/ music industry au, but there are so many great ones out there I would just feel like I was copying or not reaching the same quality smh

[darksvster]

rock of ages ➥ e, chapter 2, 8315 words the targaryens have ruled the music scene for the last 70 years, but five years ago, tragedy struck and they haven't fully recovered since. on the fifth anniversary of aemma targaryen's death, viserys hosts a reunion for his family in an attempt to reconcile their issues. aka rock and roll au where the targs are a dynasty of music legends.

ao3 link

[marshsano]

hotd kids in a band au because modern aus fill me with joy. i need to be known for happy hotd fanart. also i am sorry for not posting here as much. i have a bunch of stuff backloaded from twitter!

inspired by this:

[allfortheaesthetic]

the fact that i have been working on a modern band hotd au and then got the idea for a star wars au like STOP YOU DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS.

anyways rhaenyra as anakin skywalker

[howyouloveyourdragon]

ᴊᴇꜱꜱɪᴇ (ᴊᴀᴄᴇ)'ꜱ ɢɪʀʟ ᵖᵗ ⁱ

modern!au jessie's girl masterlist

warnings: suggestive scene but no smut pronouns: she/her summary: Aemond has only ever had his eye on one girl, however she just so happens to be his brother's best friend and dating their nephew first of my works on these three so lmk if you'd like more :)

song used

"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 he saw you, he knew. He had never been so sure of anything in his life...but then his nephew's arm slung around you and he was clenching his jaw. Aegon whistled beside him with a teasing smirk. "Still not over her, huh?" Aegon teases. Aemond has to dig his nails into his palms to keep from doing something he'd regret. "Although for that you'd need to be under–" He's laughing even as Aemond rams his elbow between his ribs. "I think you'd be fine with either." He wheezes. Aemond rolls his eye and stays huffing in the corner of the large house Aegon dragged him to. By now he had had a searing crush on you for five months, five torturous months and his brother made sure to remind him. He didn't think he'd ever felt something so painful before in his life not even when he lost his left eye. His jaw ticks as he stares after your figure carelessly twirling with Jacaerys Velaryon. He digs his fingers into his palm when your resounding laugh echoes out of the mouths around you because how could anyone not catch the infectious beam of light that surrounds your every move?

Your fingers lace with Jace's as he spins you again and again until you're absolutely dizzy and trying to stay upright. Your laughter is stirring the tipsy haze he's attempting to withdraw from and more importantly tugging the strings his heart is so desperately pretending are firm. He knows that Baela can see the lovesick glint in his eyes, hell even his brothers have noticed the change in him. Jace jolts when he feels a hand slapping his back and the familiar perfume wafting through his nose. "We're up soon." His cousin's voice utters into his ear, slowly dropping her hand and shooting you a wink as she steps away. Jace sighs and his eyes soften at you in apology. "Sorry, we'll I'll find you again after." Your bright eyes connoted no ill-will and instead the excitement as you ushered him away. Cute, he thought with a dopey smile. "Go, go!" You encouraged. "I'll still be here when you get back." A second more firm hand connects with his back but this time it tugs him away "It's alright, I got him." Cregan says through an easy grin. You nod and step lean to press a kiss to Jace's cheek, leaving a flash of red in its wake. "I'll see you later." You smile and wait for The Blacks to take the stage.

From the wings of the stage, Aegon taunts his nephew while Aemond helps Helaena carry the equipment. He rolls his eyes and looks across the audience. This was the largest venue they had performed in and he wasn't going to let petty rivalries take away from that. Key word; wasn't. Because then his brother let rip his big mouth. "I think we need a bet, huh?" Aegon smirked. Helaena's distractions weren't working anymore, she was busy testing her keyboard. "Winner takes Y/n to the afterparty, loser leaves." Aemond's eye snaps to him and narrows in suspicion. Aegon never did anything for anyone but himself but it could just as easily be to get on Jacaerys' last nerve. Jace barks a surprised laugh and steps back with eyebrows raised. "You wanna take my girl to the afterparty?" He folds his arms in amusement. "Good luck getting her to agree to any of this." Aegon steps closer, towering ever so slightly above him. His face doesn't move except a confident smirk etching over his chapped lips. "I don't think that'll be an issue." He breathes smugly and drops a hand onto the younger boy's shoulder. Aemond holds his own breath as he watches the exchanges, a layer of anticipation rekindling in his stomach. Jace shrugs. "You can try but we're winning, so you'll need to find somewhere else you can drink yourself into a coma." The quip snatches a laugh from Baela who doesn't quieten at the glare Aemond sends her. Aegon's eyes glint in something no one quite understands, probably not even himself. He grips Jace's shoulder in his hand tightly before slipping it back into his pocket and maintaining his egotistical façade. "May the best man win." Jace responds. "We will." Aegon responds quickly. Jace clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes before taking a deep breath and returning to his bandmates. Cregan was so not gonna be happy with this.

Aegon turns around with a spring in his step as he shoots his brother a smug grin. Aemond furrows his brows. "What are you doing?" He asks, scepticism rolling off his tongue like water. "What are you talking about?" Aegon snickers, handing Alys her guitar. She eyes them both and the tension thickening. "I think I have the same questions." She murmurs, flickering her gaze between them. Warily, she passes Daeron his drumming sticks. Aegon doesn't answer, only winks and takes his place at the front of the stage, forcing a sigh to drip from his Aemond. His brother reluctantly steps back, bass in hand. The lights slowly return to the stage and The Greens' presence is immediately noticed as their new audience claps excitedly. "Hellloo!" He drawls, raising his hand to the microphone and basking in the attention. "I for one am so glad that you are joining us tonight so let us take you somewhere else for a minute, my brother's beautiful brain of course." Snickers greeted the comment as expected. Aemond rolled his eyes before realisation of his words hit; they were supposed to be doing one of Helaena's tonight, weren't they? He caught Aegon's keen eyes and frowned, dread seeping into his veins. "Everyone give it up for our new song, 'Jessie's Girl'!" Aemond's stomach dropped to his feet.

Fuck.

[daewithmon]

New photo session for his next single: DRAGON (ARE YOU BURNING?)

[sapphire-writes]

Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) part 10

previous part ~ series masterlist

pairings: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: The ending to our chaotic faves.

warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (p in v, fingering, praise, light hair pulling) descriptions of rehabilitation for addiction

word count: 4.1k

note: the ending to our chaotic faves, I'm already emotional I hope you all enjoy this final chapter! 🥹 🫶🏻

masterlist

You held Aemond’s hand walking into the skyscraper. You’d driven into the city together, Aemond’s hand wrapped tightly around your thigh the whole time he drove, long fingers tapping mindlessly on the soft skin. 

You love him.

It’s all you’ve been thinking of since leaving the hospital, it’s all you think about every waking moment, every time you close your eyes to sleep. Every blink, every heartbeat is echoed by those three words.

I love you. 

You haven’t told him. You’re not sure when the right time will be. Luke was just released, and Aegon was just getting ready to leave for treatment. As soon as he was ready to go another thing happened. Viserys had been so sick for a while, and finally in his sleep passed away. So Aegon’s leaving was delayed until after the funeral. 

It was a small affair. Aemond was stoic and silent throughout, not wanting to talk, not wanting to speak at all. Rhaenyra gave a eulogy and Alicent spoke some words as well. And that was it. Helaena and Rhaenyra were the saddest, teary-eyed, and melancholic. The boys held their true feelings inside of them, you were sure of it. 

Now the settlement has begun. 

You wish everything would calm down, wish you had a moment to breathe. They’re mostly good things, but still. It’s a lot for anyone to handle. 

Helaena is waiting for you both in the lobby. She’s wearing a dress that reaches her calves, a deep forest green color. Her hair is pulled back from her face, and a dark blazer rests on her shoulders. She’s minimized her normally excessive jewelry which is such an odd sight, as though she’s missing a crucial part of her. You can see her fingers clearly without her rings, the beetle tattoo on her right-hand pointer finger staring at you.

“Ready for this?” she asks Aemond more than you.

It’s just them. No Daeron, no Aegon. Helaena and Aemond, are the two representatives of that side of the family tree.

“As I’ll ever be,” Aemond answers.

You glance at him. He looks formal as well, though it’s not as jarring as Helaena’s look. Aemond wears a perfectly fitted black suit, a sapphire blue pocket square the only pop of color. He has opted to keep the chain he usually wears around his neck, you can just see it under the collar of his shirt, catching the light. 

His silky hair is pulled back into a bun, out of his face, accentuating his sharp features. You wish you could go in with them if nothing more than to show your support. As you walk down the hallway and into the elevator, Aemond snakes his hand around your waist, pulling you closer. He leans down to whisper in your ear. 

“You okay?” he murmurs, lips tickling your ear.

I love you. 

Your heart nearly bursts. Here he is, on the most stressful day of his life, and he’s wondering how you’re doing. He never ceases to amaze you. You turn your face toward him. 

“I’m okay,” you tell him, “I should be asking you that.”

Aemond chuckles. Helaena shifts nervously and you reach for her hand. The buttons in the elevator glow, dinging with each floor you pass. 

“It’ll be over soon enough,” Aemond answers, grip tightening on your waist, “we’ll get through it, we always do.”

“Hopefully not in pieces,” Helaena snarkily adds, and you squeeze her hand. 

The elevator dings and you walk out. A grand lobby is in front of you, with a receptionist desk and several leather couches forming a circle. The receptionist smiles, before standing.

“Mr. Targaryen, Ms. Targaryen,” she greets, moving out of her desk. 

Aemond’s hand remains resting on your hip as though he’s not ready to part with you.  

“If you’ll follow me right this way, we can begin,” she tells them. 

You place your hand over Aemond’s beginning to unravel yourself from his grip. His fingers tug lightly on the fabric of your dress, as though he’s not ready to let go.

“I’ll wait right here,” you assure him, squeezing his hand.

It’s so cold without his embrace. 

Aemond nods, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your forehead, following it with one on your lips. Helaena takes a deep breath, steadying herself, before beginning down the hallway towards a large glass room. You can see Daemon and Rhaenyra already seated, across from Otto Hightower. 

You weren’t allowed in the room. When Rhaenyra and Daemon had walked into Casterly Rock Law Firm the very air seemed to vibrate. Their presence was powerful, it signified the turning tide. 

Aegon wasn’t present. He was already on his way to treatment. Otto insisted he didn’t need to be there, and that we could phone him in if necessary. 

Jace and Luke also were not there. They sent their lawyer and that was it. They were done with the band long ago. 

It’s going to be a long day.

Aemond glances at you, and even though he’s intimidatingly tall, and looks the part of a terrifyingly handsome businessman, he still manages to look at you with such fondness you think you might keel over.

I love you.

“Good luck,” you tell him instead, and he follows Helaena down the hall. 

You bring yourself to one of the couches, place your bag down, and reach for your phone. It’s early and bound to be a long day. There’s a fish tank in the corner, much like the ones you might see in a dentist's office. You find that is the majority of your entertainment, watching the exotic fish swim around and around. 

You go down to the main floor at one point to a coffee shop there. You spend some time scrolling through your phone, texting Baela and Rhaena updates while snacking on a muffin and coffee. You decide to bring Helaena and Aemond coffee, paying the barista, and heading back upstairs. 

A little while later, you hear the conversation become louder. Several people leave the room and you focus on the words you hear float down the hallway. 

“The album is out, the damage is already done,” Daemon says, leaning back in his seat.

He looks pissed, silver hair disheveled as though he’s been running his hands through it. 

“We can divide the royalties,” Otto tells him, “Rhaenrya can get an even split.”

“You think money just fixes everything, don’t you?” Daemon says, eyes narrowing.

“Let’s recess,” one of the lawyers says, breaking the tension in the room. 

You hear Rhaenyra and Daemon arguing as they exit the glass room and walk down the hallway. 

“Daemon-” Rhaenyra begins, grabbing his arm. He angrily pulls away from her. 

“You should have consulted me,” Daemon snaps, “before agreeing to this foolishness.”

“It’s the only way,” Rhaenyra argues, “I’m done tearing everyone apart.”

“It is them who have wronged you-”

“So what?” Rhaenyra asks incredulously, shaking her head, “So I sue my siblings? Maybe I’ll win, and then what?”

Daemon glares, not speaking. 

“This isn’t what I wanted,” Rhaenyra tells him, “this isn’t what I ever wanted.”

“You wanted to be a star,” Daemon argues, placing a hand on her cheek.

Rhaenyra’s face falls, silver hair hiding her face. 

“Not like this,” she tells him. 

It is then Daemon notices you, the two coffees you hold in your hands. He drops his hand from Rhaenyra’s cheek, shoving them into the pockets of his suit. Rhaenrya turns, giving you a tentative smile. 

Daemon walks in the opposite direction, not speaking to you. 

“How’s it going?” you ask Rhaenyra as she sighs. 

“As well as it can, I suppose,” she tells you. 

You nod. The coffee cups are burning your palms but you don’t move to leave. 

“Thank you,” you tell her, “for being the bigger person. I don’t think-” you pause trying to find the right words for what you want to say, “I don’t think they could have been.”

Rhaenyra smiles knowingly. 

“They have more obstacles than I do,” she agrees, her gaze flickering back to the glass room, where Otto Hightower still sits, speaking to Aemond and Helaena. 

“I’ll be right back,” you tell her, heading into the room. 

An exiting lawyer holds the door for you, and Aemond and Helaena look up as you enter. Helaena smiles softly, while Aemond’s face remains more neutral. Though there is a shimmer in his eye when he sees you. Otto stops speaking, waiting for you to leave. 

You place the coffee in front of them.

“Thanks,” Helaena says, smiling though her eyes are tired already. 

Aemond holds his hand out to you and you take it, letting him gently squeeze your fingers. He’s tense, painfully stressed you can tell. You hope the small touch relaxes him a bit. Otto watches you like a hawk, you can feel his eyes following the connecting path of Aemond’s hand to yours. You squeeze his fingers once more before letting his hand fall, exiting the room.

Rhaenyra is still standing outside. Daemon has yet to return.

“It’s probably going to be a few more hours,” Rhaenyra tells you, “these things can go on forever.”

“You’ve done this before?” you ask.

Rhaenyra shrugs. 

“Not really,” she tells you, “I joined my father a few times. He had a lot of legal problems back in the day.”

You nod, feeling as though you’ve heard that story before. 

“Are you going to hang around all day?” Rhaenyra asks.

You look into the room once more, and watch Aemond tap his fingers against the table. The only sign he’s uncomfortable. 

“Yeah,” you tell her, “it’s worth the wait.”

The hours go by slowly as you wait in the lounge on a sleek leather couch. You text Baela and Rhaena throughout, sending them updates and whatnot, though there are few. You’re kept pretty much in the dark. 

The sun begins to sink in the sky as the hours tick by, and at some point, you’ve begun laying on the couch, sleep drifting over you. Until a hand brushes some hair from your face, startling you awake. 

“What happened?” you mumble, lifting your head.

“Shhh,” Aemond’s gentle timbre greets you, “it’s alright, princess. It’s over.”

You blink several times, seeing Aemond crouching in front of you, Helaena standing behind him, coat draped over her arms. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, as Aemond stands. 

“Well?” you ask, desperate to know the outcome.

“Everything’s okay,” Helaena says, “Rhaenyra is getting an even share of the royalties from the album, she’s even open to collaborating again.”

Your eyes widen.

“That’s great Hel,” you tell her and mean it. Helaena’s music means everything to her.

Aemond and Helaena share a look. 

“What else?” you ask.

“Dracarys is over,” Aemond tells you, “Officially. Jace and Luke don’t want to continue playing, and with Aegon in treatment…” he trails off.

“Aegon never really wanted this,” Helaena finishes, “I mean, we all know that. He did it because Otto made him. The band made him worse. Maybe without it, he would be okay.”

You grab Helaena’s hand, standing from the couch.

“He’s going to be okay, Hel,” you tell her, “he’s getting the help he needs.”

“I know,” Helaena says, sighing, “I just wish he didn’t need it in the first place.”

Your heart hurts for her. Breaks for the whole family.

“You want me to come over?” you ask her. 

Helaena sighs, shaking her head. 

“That’s sweet, but I’m okay,” she tells you, “I just need a shower and to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah, of course, Hel. Whatever you need,” you assure her, nodding. 

You walk out of the building together, but part ways in the parking garage. You and Aemond drove together, and wait for Helaena to leave, sitting in the car in silence. Aemond’s hands grip the steering wheel, but he doesn’t start the car yet. 

“Are you okay?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” Aemond says, “I feel good. I feel…” he trails off for a moment, “weightless.”

Your eyes flicker about his face, a small smile coming forth on your own.

“Weightless?”

“Yeah,” he continues, releasing a deep breath, “I feel like all this time I was trying to hold everything together, hold everyone together. Hold myself together. And now that it's over I feel…lighter.”

You don’t say anything, giving him the space to continue. He glances at you. 

“It feels fucking good,” he tells you, and then he smiles. Smiles like he’s free. 

Your face mirrors his and there’s no stopping it this time, the words fall from your lips effortlessly, unconsciously.

“I love you,” you tell him.

Aemond’s breath catches, his violet eye widens and for a moment you think you’ve chosen the wrong time to confess your feelings. Your cheeks heat up and you blink rapidly, tearing your gaze from his. You clear your throat and his hand moves on top of yours. You meet his eye once more. 

“I love you,” he tells you, “I have loved you for a while now.”

You release a shaky breath, smiling softly. 

“A while?” you ask.

“As long as I can remember,” he confesses, “as long as you’ve been around.”

You listen, eyes wide. 

“Why didn’t you-”

“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupts, “we found our way to each other eventually.”

You wonder how Aemond held onto that faith that you’d come to him eventually, that the heated arguments would turn into raw passion. Or maybe it was passion all along. You think back at all the interactions, all the breadcrumbs that led you toward him.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” you tell him.

“Don’t be,” he assures you, “I wouldn’t change anything.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Anything?” 

“Well,” he thinks for a moment, “No. No, I wouldn’t.”

You smile, squeezing his hand. 

“Are you ready to go?” you ask, desperate to get home, desperate to forget this day and snuggle up with him.

Aemond’s eye flickers over you.

“Get in the backseat,” he says, surprising you. 

Desire pools in your belly, makes your stomach flip flop. 

“What?”

“Should I repeat myself?” he asks, a smirk tugging the corner of his lips. 

Your face flushes, but you open the door to get out. As you open the door to the backseat, you glance around the parking garage. There are cars, but no people around. It’s getting late, people are bound to come for their cars soon. Aemond slams his door shut, sliding into the backseat. 

“C’mere,” he says, taking your hand. 

You slide into the seat, as Aemond pulls you to his lap so you’re straddling him. 

“People are going to see,” you whisper as his lips connect with yours, effectively silencing every complaint you had prepared. 

“We’ll be quick,” Aemond murmurs against your lips, fingers digging into your hips.

You whine into his mouth, grinding yourself against the hardness between his legs. You can feel his smile against your mouth as you wrap your arms around him. 

“Aemond-” you moan as his hand travels up your back, tugging the roots of your hair, and exposing your neck.

He brings his mouth to your throat, nipping and sucking just the way you like, leaving you thrashing against him. It’s hard to pay attention to the outside, but you’re sure you see a figure walk past, some poor businessman just trying to get to his car. You whimper, both from Aemond’s attention and from the fear of being caught. Aemond merely chuckles, hands palming your breasts.

“I like you all nervous like this,” he murmurs, kissing your lips once more, “look at you, pretty girl.”

“We should go home,” you tell him, nails gently tracing the chain that hangs around his neck, “finish what we started.”

Aemond grins, reaching under your skirt and stroking your panties. Your lips part and he moves the lace aside, sinking a finger inside you. 

“You really want to stop now?” he asks, and you moan, “tell me, c’mon baby use your words and tell me.”

No words, no thoughts come to your head just Aemond. Just his fingers, fuck he just added another one curling into you just right. Stroking that rough patch that makes you tremble against him, grind your hips into his hand. 

“My pretty girl wants to get fucked right now?” he asks, feigning confusion, “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you whine, body flushed with desire. 

“Tell me again,” Aemond demands.

“Yes I want you to fuck me now,” you tell him.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, “How can I say no to you?”

“Aemond please,” you beg, muscles clenching around his fingers as your release nears.

“Come on my fingers baby, and I’ll give you what you want,” he tells you, kissing your neck once more. 

You come with a strangled cry, thighs trembling. Aemond carefully, but swiftly, removes his fingers and frees his straining cock. You lick your lips, mind still hazy, and sink down on top of his thick member. Aemond’s jaw slacks as you clench around him, slowly beginning to ride him. 

He holds your hips, assisting your movements, being careful to make sure you don’t hit your head on the ceiling. You wrap your hands around his face, looking into his violet and sapphire eye.

“I love you,” you tell him again, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. 

“I love you,” he tells you, connecting your lips.

It’s a mixture of moans and ‘I love yous’ in the small space, windows clouding with steam as you ride him until both of you find your releases, collapsing into each other, a tangled mess of limbs in the backseat. 

90 days later 

A garden party is Helaena’s idea. At the Targaryen home. More like the Hightower home now, as Alicent changed her last name the second Viserys’ last breath left his lips. You came early, to help set up. 

It’s Aegon’s coming home day, as the banner Helaena hung in the backyard reads. He’s spent the past three months in intense rehabilitation for his drinking. More like a five-star resort really, the best Hightower money could afford. 

It’s a beautiful summer day, Helaena is clad in a baby blue sundress, covered with a pattern of ivy twisting its way all over the material. You’re wearing something similar, a nice light, airy sundress to keep cool in the early summer heat. 

“Hey!” Baela calls, walking down the hill that dips down to the backyard from the main house. 

You’re with Helaena setting up the table, as Baela makes her way to you. Her smile is brighter than the sun as she hurries over to you.

“Hey!” you greet her, throwing your arms around her. 

“I’ve missed you,” she whines, holding you close in an embrace.

“It’s been a week, Baela,” you tell her laughing.

She groans, playfully frowning.

“I know,” she says pouting, “but it’s hard! With you officially moving out, and now Rhaena’s moving in with Luke! You’ve all abandoned me!”

Helaena laughs.

“Aren’t you moving in with Jace this weekend?” Hel asks.

“That is beside the point,” Baela argues, but smiles at Hel.

“This is why I live alone,” Helaena says, nodding.

Moving in with Aemond was a new development. You decided that it was time for a new place, to put the old apartment to rest. Aegon agreed to continue living there and Daeron was going to move into Aemond’s old room now that he was back from studying abroad. It would be good for them to keep an eye on each other. 

“Speak of the devil!” Helaena adds, waving at Rhaena who comes bounding down the hill.

“Yay! I’ve missed you!” she says, joining Balea and your hug. 

You squeeze her tightly, the three of you twirling around. Helaena laughs and you point at her. Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. 

“No, I don’t really like group hugs-”

“Hel! Get in here!” Baela says firmly.

Helaena sighs but joins, hugging the pile of you awkwardly. Alicent comes down the hill then, trailed by Daeron and Aemond who are helping her bring food down to the table. 

“Very sweet,” she comments, smiling, seeing you all hug, “Is Rhaenyra here yet?”

“Not yet,” Helaena answers as you all pull yourselves from the hug. 

Luke and Jace walk down the hill next, followed by Sunfyre who nearly knocks Luke over, sending him tumbling down the grassy hill. The happy golden bounds down the hill, tail wagging manically before racing back up towards the house.

You spot Aegon then. 

He pets Sunfyre on the head affectionately. Rhaenyra appears behind him. She’d been the one to pick him up from treatment, she’d insisted. 

He looks good. Better. Well. 

The dark circles that rim his eyes have nearly vanished completely, and his eyes are clear and cloudless, paying gentle attention to the happenings going on around everyone. His smile reaches his eyes as Helaena embraces him, hands clinging to his shoulders like he is a raft in the middle of the ocean.

It always seems like Helaena is closest to Aemond. But there is something so painfully intimate about Helaena’s relationship with Aegon. Born nearly a year apart, they’re almost like twins; they're so close. Aegon buries his head in her shoulder, holding her close. 

You smile as they finish their embrace, looking away for a moment. Aegon spots you, walking over with his hands in his pockets. You’ve never seen him like this. Shy, almost. 

“Hey,” he says, smiling tightly.

“How have you been?” you ask.

“I’m good, yeah,” he says licking his lips, “I’m doing well.”

“You look great, Aeg,” you tell him, and it's true. 

“How’re you doing?” he asks.

You glance at the group, at everyone so happy and free. It’s like a weight has been lifted from everyone’s shoulders. Even Alicent is smiling, as Rhaenyra talks to her. Everyone is lighter. 

“Really good,” you tell him, “Everything’s good.”

“Okay! Let’s do this, Aegon,” Alicent waves him over to the cake, “this cake is for you, because we are so proud of you, and happy you’re home.”

Aegon walks over to his mother, as everyone takes their seats around the table. Aegon sits in front of the cake and Alicent ruffles his hair, before placing a kiss on top of his head. She leaves her hands on his shoulders, sighing contentedly. 

“The whole party is for you,” Daeron grumbles, earning a smack on the arm from Helaena.

“Ow!”

“Shush.”

“This is awesome, thanks Mom,” Aegon says, placing his hand over hers.

Alicent reaches to grab something on the table. 

“Oh! I forgot the paper plates!” Alicent says frowning.

You stand immediately offering to help.

“I’ll get them, Ali,” you tell her.

“Let me help,” Aemond says, standing with you.

Daeron snorts, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at the two of you.

“Cause it totally takes two people to get plates!” he teases as you hurry up the hill. 

Aemond turns around, flipping Daeron off. Alicent frowns disapprovingly, but you can see her smile threatening to break through. Aegon smiles slightly, before looking away. He meets Rhaenyra’s eyes and she gives him a kind smile. 

You make your way up the hill, and through the back door into the spacious kitchen. You grab the paper plates on the counter when Aemond comes up behind you, placing a kiss on your neck. You turn around and he captures your lips in a heated kiss. 

“Aemond,” you hiss as he grabs your ass. 

You move his hand away as he presses his chest into yours, caging you against the counter. He brings a hand to rest against the side of your neck, bringing his lips to the other side.

“We’re in your mom’s kitchen,” you whimper, feeling your resolve fizzle in your skull.

Everyone’s outside, someone could walk in. Aemond’s hands cup underneath your ass, lifting you onto the counter with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer despite your protests. 

“We started all this in a kitchen, if you remember,” Aemond murmurs, nibbling against your neck.

Your eyes flutter shut as you tangle your fingers in his hair, getting lost in him. You’d happily stay like this forever. Kissing Aemond, the sounds of the people you love laughing outside in the warm summer air.

“Remind me,” you purr, arching your back to get closer to him. 

“I love you,” Aemond breathes against your lips. 

He says the words he wishes he said that night in the kitchen. 

The words he wished he’d said that morning in the breakfast diner. 

The words he wished he said every time Aegon hurt you. 

The words he’s told you every day since the settlement. 

Now that he has said them, he doesn’t suppose he will ever stop.

That’s perfectly fine with you.

~ The End ~

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[oh-theseus]

all i wanted | series masterlist.

pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x female!reader

summary: a world tour for rock band zenith was supposed to be exciting. but when the vocalist and bassist start to realize they might be more than just bandmates, complications start to arise.

warnings: gonna change chapter by chapter, but expect drug & alcohol use, language, innuendos, and eventually smut.

a/n: me when i disappear from tumblr for nearly two years then make my return for a completely different fandom 💀 no but we're so back. i'm really excited for this and hope you all enjoy it as much as i'm sure i will <3 (ps. for zenith's music we're gonna be using paramore bc i have paramore brainrot rn)

00. prologue

01. decode

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