#vhager

[raiisakitsune]

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:

[theaceofarrows]

Bruce would state that Damian isn't allowed to read the asoiaf books because he's "too young", but in reality it's because he knows that Damian would kin Visenya too hard, and he wouldn't be able to handle it

[inklore]

the flames of undoing

premise: aemond would ruin you. build you up for a fall that would strip you of your virtue, and give him the power he craved to make you his; if only the fall didn’t feel so magnificent.

pairing: aemond targaryen x (f)reader

word count: 1k+

warnings: fingering, unrealistic activities on top of a dragon, cheating (reader is already betrothed to someone else), dirty talk, light choking, ‘if i can’t have her no one can’ type beat, insinuated possessive!aemond, readers house is not specified.

note: hate this evil little shit but my thirst for him clearly reaches no bounds so please do not speak to me about it. i’d let him wed and bed me in the same breath he kills everyone i know and it’s sick!

The hour is too late for a lady to be out. An hour in which lady’s only find themselves in the mix of compromising situations, and no good implications from the gossipers who take comfort in the nightfall. Ruin the only thing that can come from slipping out of your room without a guard to trail beside you. A lady such as yourself should know better—you do know better, having been taught as much; “your virtue is all you have as a woman” your mother had preached.

The convincing it took for the prince to have you twining your fingers with his as you followed him through the desolate corridors, had been little.

Nor had the convincing to get you to climb atop his dragon; Vhager giving a look enough to have your fingers trembling against her ropes.

“Do you trust me?” Aemond’s pull of your attention stolen away from the beast with a knuckle under your chin, and the twitching of a smile at the corner of his mouth; your dress feeling just a little more tight, humid, the fear of your conviction and lady-like-ness gone with such a little movement—there would come a day you mourned yourself for falling for such touches from the prince.

But tonight it only felt right.

Your trust had been cemented in your curt nod and reassuring smile; in the way Aemond had held your back as you swung a leg over to mount the dragon, as in the way he had situated himself behind you wrapping an arm around your torso to speak softly in your ear, “hold on”.

The gravel of his tone sends a pricking down your spine. All second thoughts become lost to the wrath that could come from the two of you being caught.

The heat of the summer night a flush different to the warmth you feel from Aemonds front pressed to your back. Nor did it hold a light to the coolness of the air whipping against your cheeks as Vhagar rose above the clouds. The sight alone enough to make you feel a child-like joy; the flickering lights of fires down below masked in a fog.

Closing itself off from the two of you.

Isolating your forms from the rest of the landing. From prying eyes. Every rule and lessons on ways of being only significant down there, counted elsewhere but above the skyline where it was only you and the prince.

Vhagar’s figure is enough to block all else out—her power enough to extinguish them all to ash. Leaving only you and Aemond.

To be together without leers and directions on courtship, duties, marriage.

To rule how the prince saw fit. A rule that you’ll come to learn should have stayed as a thought above the clouds.

The feeling of serenity, of being in the hands of a prince that held more than just your girlish heart in his powerful and able palms, moving through the wind and sticking to your body—your insides—like a fast acting poison.

A poison that has all sense of your good virtue replaced with something tempting burning low in your belly.

You understood now. The power one felt when riding a dragon.

Of having a warrior in your corner; pressed to your back, willing to strip you of any and all if it meant your loyalty aligned with his. If it meant you were his.

You knew of loyalty and where yours lied, just as you knew whose hands your heart pounded in.

Betrothals wouldn’t change that.

You belonged to Aemond.

It’s why you don’t stir when he moves a palm across your belly. Or when he pushes the fabric of your dressings up your thigh, giving the cool air and his fingertips access to your core.

You spread further to give him room, your back pressing further into Aemond. The back of your head finding his shoulder when the first press from the pad of his finger is spreading your lips, and nestling itself on your clit.

The moans you let out only heard by Aemond. The breeze of the sky swallowing any noise that could travel meters below; illicit noises meant only for your prince.

“Have you let him touch you?” The warmth of his breath against your ear makes you shiver. The “mmm” Aemond groans against your skin when you shake your head, landing in that pit of fire below your belly—atop of your aching center as his fingers continue to give you pleasure.

A pleasure you’ve only ever explored with yourself in the comfort of your own chambers.

Aemond was ruining you, building you up for a fall that felt too magnificent to not let yourself be taken over by.

You wouldn’t wish it to be anyone else to aid you in your undoing.

The way Vhagar is moving through the sky has the metal of the seat jostling your hips in a thrust that assists in the throb you feel at your entrance.

“Do you get yourself this wet for anyone else?”

“No,” your throat feels too raw to speak, too scratched from your moans; from his name on your lips. “Only you my prince.”

You can feel the hardness between his legs as your backside rubs against him. Can feel his chest heave heavier and deeper, see his knuckles straining on the handle of his dragon. His undoing having come and gone long ago, but continues to edge him to that sinful desire to fall from that build up of pleasure.

The growls mumbled into your neck when his teeth scrape against your skin—his words of if you were grounded he would bed you right, build you up until your wetness allowed him to push inside the tightness of your cunt with ease—make your eyes roll back.

“Ñuhon.”

Valyrian. Mine.

“When you finish on my fingers it cannot be taken back. You will belong to me.” His free hand leaves the safety of its hold to grip below your jaw—the bite of the pressure making you cry out. “I’ll burn the entirety of your house to have you. Nothing will stop me.”

[mhsdatgo]

People always hate on Aemond for claiming Vhager at Laena's funeral, but I hardly see anyone hate on Daemon for flirting and fucking his niece when his wife was barley cold in her grave and when his children are still in mourning for their mother. 

Not to mention straight up giggling at her funeral, (I don't care why he did that for) marrying said niece approx a week, two weeks later, and I'm being kind, it may be even less.

The people I feel sorry about the most in this situation are the children. They didn't deserve any of this.

Look at them. They genuinely look so distraught, all of them. Jace looks hurt, Luke has his eyes downcast and has to lean on a maester, Baela looks like she's hugging herself, and Rhaena looks like she straight up doesn't wanna be there.

Not to mention that prior to this, they had Laenor, who the children considered an actual father, run away and fake his death to live with his lover. All so THEY could get married.

[witchlingcirce]

🚨TEAM BLACK TRAILER & SPOILERS FOR HOTD🚨

Oh… MY…. GOD. This is literally all I could have asked for this is one of the best things I’ve seen in so long I’m so HYPED!!

This shot… I’m literally heart broken this 💔. This is obviously at Lucerys funeral and honestly it’s just…. TO MUCH. The tears in Jaces eyes, them burning Luke’s clothing because there wasn’t a body, baby Joffrey. This scene looks absolutely stunning but also so gut wrenching. I FEEL LIKE ILL DEFINITELY CRY 😭.

DRAGON TWINS DRAGON TWINS DRAGON TWINS DRAGON TWINS

Everyone knows that I manifested this, HARD. Whoever gave them a new, better wig bless you. To the person who actually put them into nice clothing, BLESS YOU TOO.

Baela is literally Laenas twin like… SHE LOOKS SO GOOD.

I’m so happy there finally getting more scenes and lines, I was praying for this. DRAGON TWINSSSS I LOVE YOUUUU

MOOOONNNNN DANCERRRREEEEEEREE

She looks almost exactly like what I imagine a young Vhagar would look like. VHAGER IS HER MUMMY CONFIRMED!!!

It’s hard to see in this particular shot but I do like that they kept her a paler green colouring!!!! I don’t think you guys understand how much I love moondancer. She like two moments in the book and I decided I would Stan forever.

BAELA TARGARYENNNNNNNN GETTING her own moment is something I am actually so hyped about, THATS MY WARRIOR PRINCESS.

You know I have a feeling that maybe after Rooks Rest and seeing what happens to a certain someone she mayyyyy cut her hair, like book Baela. Kind of like the thing, hair holds memories yk?

Cregan stark is NOT BLONDE WHO CHEEEEREEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD

I understand that the north storyline this season will probably only last three episodes max (damn you eight episodes)! NONETHELESS, I am beyond excited.

Can we talk about how Jacaerys is free from the ugly wig??? THANK THE HEAVENS!! There doing my boy right. Seeing him a decent amount in the trailer made me so hyped, I always thought he deserved to be seen more in the first season since YK, he’s the Heir’s heir (hahah) but I’m so glad there stepping up there game this season!!!

RHAENYRA RHAENYRA THE WOMAN YOU ARE! Whoever made her costumes and hair this season BLESS YOUR HEART.

I think it’s obvious she’s most likely wearing a Visenya braid and she is STANDING ON BUSINESS!

Before when I was talking about the posters I was discussing how it seemed that they gave her back her cunningness and determination from the books and I am SO HAPPY THEY DID. Because THAT is a queen of he seven kingdoms THATTTTTT is MY WOMANNNNN!!!!

Also this is a side note: but I like how she refers to Aegon as Alicent Hightower’s son, not her brother or half brother but as ALICENTS SON!!!! I feel like it probably has to do with them not being close, but it also it makes it feel like Rhaenyra doesn’t consider him a true son of Viserys. Very interesting, can’t wait for there beef to get more intense.

Rhaenyra… Rhaenyraaaas EMMA D’ARCY YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS PERSON. I’m in shock, whoever made there outfits this season did they GOOOOOODDDDDD

LOTS of theories on who’s she’s looking 🙉

1. Alicent Hightower

There was a bunch of leaks going around that there would be a final meeting between the two. I think this is an outfit that she wears in the earlier episodes so idkkk buttt If it Rhaenyra why are you looking at her like that… TOXIC YURI CONTINUES.

2. Mysaria

I feel it being Mysaria would be very interesting. Maybe it’s her pleading ‘loyalty’ towards Rhaenyra. And then later on (if there keeping it like how it is in the books) helping Daemon blah B&C.

This is Corlys definitely telling Rhaenys not to get involved and Rhaenys telling him she has to do what’s right for her house and what’s right for Baela and Rhaena 💔💔💔

THERE GOING TO BREAK UP MY HEART THIS SEASON.

Anyways guys I’m so excited, I’m so happy that there finally giving team blacks kids moments to shine and also letting Rhaenyra be book Rhaenyra… JUNE 16th can’t come sooner!

[muadweeb]

im sorry but the greens are so much more interesting! you're telling me you don't find helaena and her children interesting? you don't find aemond fucking one eye interesting? you don't find daeron the daring interesting? THE VERY FACT THAT AEMOND ONE EYE BONDED WITH VHAGER? his side chick alys rivers who was apparently a witch??? daeron was so angry about maelor that he burned bitterbridge!!! fuck them black! GREENS 4EVA BABEYYY

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Dynasty of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon's firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth.

Warnings: Incest (duh), swearing, mentions of starvation.

Masterlist

Part 10

In the days that followed after the tourney, Y/N and Aemond had grown just as close as they used to be when they were children, perhaps even closer.

Aemond had grown a little too fond of her company. There were times he found himself craving even the smallest of touches like when her fingers brushed against his hand whenever she took a book from him. Or when his fingers touched her face, when he reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear. How she sometimes laughed so much that she subconsciously placed her hand on his bicep, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

He used to kiss her hand each morning when he greeted her before she could break her fast and she would kiss his cheek as she bid him goodnight before they headed off to bed.

And many times, a similar thought had crossed both of their minds- though they never acted on it.

"How would her lips feel on mine instead of my cheek?"

"How would his lips feel on mine instead of my hand?"

They still often snuck off to bathe together, playing and splashing around in the warm water- all pure and innocent fun, before slipping outside the bath discreetly; both of them smelling of the same bath oils.

This was perhaps the first time in years that Alicent saw Aemond genuinely this happy. Of course, he used to have his moments where he sulked for hours on end whenever Y/N used to have to walk through the castle grounds or have tea with the young lord Greyjoy; a courtship of pure formality.

In all honesty, Daemon was not too fond of Dalton Greyjoy but he was even more repulsive of Aemond, ever since that boy had stolen Rhaena's chance of claiming a dragon and making Vhager, his sweet Laena's dragon, his own. Perhaps if Y/N truly never got along with Dalton and stayed adamant about marrying another, he would quite surely give in to her wants; she of course his darling ember. The only reason he was having her publicly court Dalton was for the sole purpose of annoying Aemond.

Presently, princess Y/N was sitting on a little bench by the courtyard, along with Dalton. Aemond as per usual, was taking a walk around the place, simply so that he could keep an eye on his friend.

Y/N was well aware of this. When Dalton wasn’t looking, she shot Aemond a playful look, rolling her eyes to show how bored she was and Aemond chuckled. But then he saw her attention quickly snap back toward Dalton, as if after so many days he'd finally managed to say something that caught her interest.

And by the look on her face, it would seem he did. Her eyes lit up and for the first time, she smiled at him, genuinely. She then asked him something to which Dalton responded in an instant; a response that seemed to be rather humorous since it caused Y/N to laugh.

Aemond clenched his jaw at the sound of her laughter. He liked her laugh, it was almost like music to his ears but for some reason, he did not appreciate that the person who caused her to laugh was someone she was falsely courting and not him.

Perhaps because growing up, they always had each other without the interference of anyone else.

Aemond never thought himself to be a jealous man, and he most certainly wasn’t jealous in that moment. Why should he be? She was his best friend, nothing more. Right?

'Do best friends bathe together?' A voice in his head asked 'Do best friends kiss your scars, igniting a fire beneath your skin at every instance of close contact?'

Still, he felt as though if he had to watch them both so happy with each other's company for even another moment, he would march right upto them and drag his Y/N away from that arseling.

He glanced at Y/N once more, hoping she would turn again to look at him. To make some silly expression that let him know she was uninterested in Dalton. But she continued her conversation with him, now seeming rather engrossed in whatever it was they were talking about.

Aemond took long strides toward his assigned chambers, surprised to find Alys at the entrance, who he ignored as he walked through his open doors.

"Is something wrong Aemond?" she sweetly asked walking in after him as she watched him slump into his arm chair, sighing loudly.

"Pour me a cup" he shot his thumb behind him toward where the jug of wine was kept, not bothering to look at the girl "and you will address me as prince or my lord"

He couldn’t bare the thought of Y/N possibly being wed to that idiot. The thought of his lifelong dream of wedding her was slowly withering away before his very eyes.

"In this case, loving her first is your duty" his mother's words played in his mind. Did he love her? Some part of him must if he felt this attached to her; if he couldn’t live with the idea of her being married off to another.

"Oh, am I not a friend anymore?" Alys giggled as she poured some wine before she brought it to him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Aemond grabbed the chalice from her, not bothering to say a thank you. He could care less about his mannerisms at that moment. All he wanted was to somehow deal with his time alone before Y/N would join him again. He would have to speak to her, find out if she too had grown just as attached to him. Perhaps even feel something more for him?

"We were never friends, just merely dancing p-part- partners.." Aemond grunted as he chugged down the beverage that left him with a slight burning sensation in his throat. Aemond felt a sharp pain in his forehead and it wasn’t one of those reoccurring headaches he used to have because of his eye. No, this pain was different; it vanished as soon as it came, leaving his head feeling a bit hazy before he felt his heart begin to race. He turned to look at Alys who was admiring him with her big brown eyes "I suppose you may call me Aemond, Alys"

She smiled, proud of herself for managing to discreetly slip in the love potion.

~

Y/N, after her little chat with Dalton, went rushing to find her dear friend Aemond. The both of them would usually meet in the library before supper and as usual, he was there except this time he wasn’t waiting for her by himself; he was with Alys, who was leaning shamelessly against his frame.

"There you are" Y/N smiled, shifting glances between him and Alys "apologies if I kept you waiting too long"

"Oh you need not apologise" Aemond offered her a smile "I had Alys to keep me company"

"I see" the princess gave him a curt nod, not caring that her smile had vanished at the mention of her name.

Alys seemed to get the idea that the princess did not appreciate her presence. Despite Aemond asking her to stay, she took her leave, bowing slightly before the princess on her way out.

I don’t care, Y/N thought to herself, she was just some girl who helped him with his dancing lessons, not that I would be bothered if she were anything more.

"I was about to ask one of the servants to draw me a bath" she spoke as she sat down in the chair beside him, playfully nudging his arm "perhaps this time I'll let you pick our fragrance-"

"No, I won’t join you" he sighed "It is highly improper for us to bathe together, especially now that you are courting lord Dalton Greyjoy"

"Oh hush, you know I'm merely putting on a show to please father" she raised a brow as she grinned at him "we can still-"

"No" he said firmly "we cannot act like children anymore. It’s time we both grow up and take our duties seriously"

"Children?" Y/N did not understand what brought about such a shift in his behaviour.

"We are almost twenty" he went on "we need to find ourselves someone who we will wed"

"I thought you said we would be wed?"

"Your father seems to have other plans for who should be your betrothed" Aemond shrugged with a sigh as he stood up "and by the looks of it, you seem to be getting along just fine with Dalton"

And with that Aemond rose from his chair and took his leave.

Y/N just sat there frozen, wondering what had suddenly come over him.

Over the course of the next few days, Aemond had grown rather close to Alys; something that Y/N found very annoying since he barely spent any time with her because of it.

Even Alicent seemed confused. She even had a word with her son in private and what he told her then seemed to confuse her even more. He told her how he felt like he could possibly be in love with Alys and that despite her not being of noble birth, he would like to take her as his wife. When did all of this suddenly happen? she couldn’t tell and Aemond did not seem to want to talk much on the matter.

Y/N began to spend even more time with Dalton, just to spite Aemond but that didn’t seem to work; he seemed rather whipped for Alys and Y/N didn’t understand why it bothered her so. Maybe because all along there was never really any other girl in his life besides her? That sounded so cruel and selfish, but then again it didn’t. She never hated the idea of marrying him, if anything he was the only person she would agree to marry.

Furthermore, it seemed to irk her even more that a handmaiden of the queen had somehow managed to one-up her and then be the reason behind Aemond drifting away from her.

The princess made her way to the far end of the lawns, to avoid everyone as best she could. She was to meet Dalton that afternoon but was in no mood to do so; she couldn’t seem to take her mind off Aemond.

She heard the sound boots softly stomping on the wet grass and sighed.

“I wish to be alone, Dalton” she said over her shoulder without fully turning to look at him “maybe we can talk later when-“

“It’s just me”

Y/N craned her neck a little more and her eyes met with Luke’s. He gingerly walked closer and sat on the bench beside her, fiddling with his thumbs.

“You did not break your fast with us this morning, again” he simply stated, recalling her absence at the table earlier “have you eaten at all since last supper?”

“Since when do you care?” Y/N snapped but then quickly regretted it. Luke was genuinely asking her this out of concern. She cleared her throat before responding “I apologise, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. And no, I haven’t. But don’t worry, I will eat something. I just haven’t been feeling hungry”

“It’s because of Aemond, isn’t it? It’s because he’s been spending time with that handmaiden a lot” he mumbled, nervously glancing at Y/N who was quick to scoff and say ‘no’, a very poor cover up of her bad mood “I know you’re lying”

“Why would I lie?” She shrugged “Aemond is my friend, nothing more. I do not care about who he chooses to spend every waking hour with”

“Everyone who has seen you both grow up together, and then seen you both write so often to fill the space of being separated by the distance, knows how close you both truly are. Even closer than just friends” Luke spoke, holding the eye contact “maybe you both know it and are pretending to be oblivious or perhaps you are truly unaware of how in love you both are with each other”

“Love?” Y/N rolled her eyes. Aemond waltzing around the castle with another lady on his arm was an indication of ‘love’? Please “I don’t think-“

“It has always been so blatantly obvious: him always rushing to your side and you constantly running to his defence. The world could turn on Aemond and you would still be there standing beside him” the younger prince took his time voicing his thoughts and Y/N listened patiently “Aemond hates tourneys and he knew you loathed the notion of marriage for political advantages. To save you from a betrothal that you most certainly did not want, he flew all the way from King’s landing and participated in the tourney simply to save you from torment”

“He did it just so he could marry me instead”

“And do you not wish to marry him?” Luke paused and then smiled slightly at the silence. Of course she did “and why would he go through all of that hassle of partaking in a tourney when he has mentioned around us numerous times that he would wed you regardless? He didn’t do it to show everyone that you were his, he did it to show you that his heart belongs only to you”

Y/N didn’t know what surprised her more: Aemond being in love with her, even if subconsciously or the fact that Luke was being a genuine friend in that moment.

"The both of you have used the notion of being 'friends' to such an extent that you both have blinded yourselves of the obvious truth" he went on "and don’t even for a second think of trying to deny it. You love him to such an extent that you take his side over your own family"

Y/N knew he was referring to Aemond claiming Vhagar and how till this very day, she still never managed to find fault with him for it.

"Why are you being so nice all of a sudden" Y/N curiously eyed Luke, though there was an undertone of playfulness laced with her words "you and Jace have been nothing but distant ever since I had been named next in line for the throne"

"Jace is still rather upset about it, me too to some extent but at the end of the day you are part of our family" Luke offered a smile and Y/N took his hand in hers "we've all noticed how low you’ve been ever since, well Aemond and Al-"

"Don’t mention her name" Y/N closed her eyes shut, not caring that she sounded like a little child whose jealousy had overtaken her senses. Luke giggled at this.

"I think the only reason he is pursuing her is because he is just as jealous of you spending most of your time with Dalton" the boy voiced his speculation "instead of waiting around for things to worsen, you should both confess how you truly feel"

"And what of kepa?" Y/N sighed "there is a feast in two days where he will announce that Dalton has won my hand in marriage and that I would then be his betrothed"

"We both know Daemon will not force you into that marriage when you so clearly do not wish to wed him" he nudged her shoulder "he's just enjoying tormenting Aemond whilst he's here at Dragonstone"

Y/N chuckled at this.

"I'll tell Aemond at the feast then," she said with a girlish grin "I'm not sure what, but one thing is for certain: I am not losing him to that girl"

Taglist: @ladybug0095 @sahvlren @bunny24sstuff @dellalyra @ellabellabus07 @champomiel @fan-goddess @lilostif16

[bohemian-nights]

People always hate on Aemond for claiming Vhager at Laena's funeral, but I hardly see anyone hate on Daemon for flirting and fucking his niece when his wife was barley cold in her grave and when his children are still in mourning for their mother. 

Aemond did have poor timing(a funeral isn’t the time or place to claim a dragon), but yep they don’t care about Laena(and her girls). Cause if they did they would call out those disgusting changes they made to her character rather than gloating over her death and calling her slurs. What this whole discourse is truly about is creating a justification and a scapegoat for certain characters actions and a certain stale ship.

[ewanmitchelllove]

Lazy mornings

Disclaimer I’ve not written in a while and I’m also dyslexic so if theirs mistakes please I beg tell me and I will edit them. Sorry if it’s shit 🫣

Tagged @aemondtargaryensrider

Aemond didn’t have many times in his life where he could be at peace and content but mornings with you his lady wife were one of the few moments he had that peaceful and content feeling within him. He’d only just woke up your limbs tangled with his your head laid on his chest you yet to wake up from your slumber. He laid their watching you sleep a smile on his face till he saw your eyes open and the smile on his face only growing bigger. He was always amazed at how he got so lucky to have such a beautiful wife like you who also took interest when he’d speak and would defend him when Ladies of the court would speak Ill of him. His blue sapphire sparkling you were sure that when he was happy and content it just shined brighter like it was somehow connected to his emotions.

He didn’t bother to hide his scar and blue sapphire from you. He knew you would never judge him. why would you when to you he was the most beautiful and amazing man. Aemond had told you what had happened to his eye one of the first nights together after your wedding he was open about it never hiding any pain or discomfort it gave him from you. He even would let you help him when he’d have any pain or discomfort. He’d even find comfort when you would run your fingers over his scar. That affection often sending him to sleep or waking him in the morning when you would on the odd occasion wake before him. He plays with your hair as his hand would catch a knot hed slowly try and brush it out with his fingers. Aemond not caring how messy his or your hair would be from the nights before actives. His own hair being a mess spread across his pillow knotted and tangled together.

Once you’re awake enough you kiss him gently not a word being spoken yet. Both of you just enjoying the sound of the birds and the daily noise of the castle. something you both have learnt to love in these little moments just the both of you no family drama or pending wars to worry you. Before you arrived in aemonds life mornings to him were spent worrying about his family or how the war was going to pain out but with you he didn’t have to worry about them things till at least later in the day when their would be meetings and plans made. Mornings where just yours and aemonds especially since you didn’t have kids yet which he was working on fixing soon. As you get out of bed shivering aemond sits up his hair falling down his toned chest not yet having had it styled in his usual manner. You loved when he would look like this because you truly knew he had no worries his eye patch was off his eyes both on show and a smile on his face just watching you.

His eyes would never leave you as you walked around the chambers picking what you’d be wearing for the day and running a warm bath for you both. Normally the chamber maids would run your Baths for you but some mornings you liked doing it it was more intimate somehow to you. Aemond would slowly get out of bed the cold stone floor making him shiver as well as the lack of a shirt his toned body on show hed walk over to you and wrap his arms around you his chin laid on your shoulder. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear His long hair tickling your arms making you shiver in the process. You would slowly move the water in the bath with your hand before going to get a hair brush. This was your favourite part of the morning and only you were allowed this privilege brushing aemonds messy morning hair. He would sit on the edge of the bed proudly moving his long hair for you to sort.

Flashback

When you first brushed his hair it was on a windy day and he’d spent most of the day on the back of vhager and his hair was knotted. He walked back in to yours chambers and smiled as he saw you curled up on a chair by the fire reading a book he recommended to you.he loved that know matter what he’d suggest you read you would. It was a book about dragon history and how targeryens come to ride them. He looked in the mirror seeing how messy his hair looked from the winds and started brushing his hair. That’s when he hit a bad knot not wanting to pull on it to much he asked you to help him. He sat down in front of the chair almost like a child waiting for their mother to brush their hair. You was gentle to start with not wanting to hurt him. The brush going over his knot a couple of times earning a hiss from him.You had to go a different root and separate his hair and focus on the knot. To take his mind of you brushing the knot out you asked him how his ride was and how vhager was doing. You had met her a few times even ridden on her back with aemond but it wasn’t until she protected you from a drunk man one night when aemond asked you to see to her that you knew you’d bonded with her.The brush slowly making work of the knot aemond leans back in to your lap looking up at you smiling. ~end of flash back~

He sat on the edge of the bed as you brushed his bed head not caring when you’d catch his hair in small tangles. Once it was brushed out you’d run your fingers through his silk hair. He always took pride in how you loved his hair you would often be caught playing with his hair. Even once aegon the annoyance catching you plaiting it to see what it looked like and aegon wouldn’t let aemond live it down for a long while. He’d stand slowly before doing the same for you but first he’d pull his hair up in a messy bun just so it wouldn’t get wet in the bath. His lose baby hairs tickling at his neck as he’d brush your hair for you. He was so gentle with your hair making sure that he didn’t pull it or cause you discomfort. He never wanted to hurt you even if it was something as simple as brushing your hair. When it was time to get in the bath he’d slowly pick out some oils to drop in the bath he always took his time choosing which to put in.when you were first married he’d let you choose not having a clue which went well together but after watching you for a while and making some good guesses he got the hang of it. You would slowly dip your toes in the water the warm water heating up your cold sleepy body immediately as aemond got in behind you. His arms instantly wrapping themselves around your waist enjoying these last couple of minutes before he’d have to go off and train and tend to vhager and you’d have to stand around with ladies of the court all day. You lean in to his warmth in them moments just taking in the peace and contentment happily.

That is till someone comes knocking on the door saying that the queen needs to have a meeting with the family about important matters and you have to get ready for yet another day of planning and scheming. Aemond would help you get out of the bath and dried off and while you’d be getting dressed you couldn’t help but look at your husband in the mirror as he’d take his hair out and brush it in to his famous half up half Down style.

[mejcinta]

People always hate on Aemond for claiming Vhager at Laena's funeral, but I hardly see anyone hate on Daemon for flirting and fucking his niece when his wife was barley cold in her grave and when his children are still in mourning for their mother. 

I am so, so tired of this recycled discourse.

Aemond is a Targaryen. And much as he trespassed, Vhagar chose the one he found worthy for her.

And Daemon and Rhaenyra were nasty as fuck for rubbing salt in the wounds of their childrens' grief randomly getting together like that. Poor Harwin and Laena clearly meant so little to them.

[raiisakitsune]

choking, sobbing, heart shattered i’ll never be okay.

[ranposbabe]

Wine Settles the Nerves Part 3 | Aegon II Targaryen x implied Strong!Reader

A/n: I literally thought I was done and dusted with this “series” with part 2 and that was it but no 😭 part 3 was somehow requested so I forced myself out of writers block so cheers for that everyone x

W: There’s illusions to smut but no actual smut present (not today babes x)

“Jagho Ryax !” (Go Ryax !) You scream in delight, raising your arms high in the drastic air. You prepare yourself to land despite not being out flying long.

When you finally reach the ground and prepare yourself to leave the saddle you gaze down to notice dragon keepers and one of your lady in waiting standing at a distance away, clearly waiting for your arrival.

“Syz tala.” (Good girl) You praise, running your gloved hands over the scales of the young dragon. The indigo she dragon gently nuzzles her head against you, clearly appreciating the worship.

“Your Grace.” Your lady in waiting greets you as you make your way to her. You can’t help but raise a brow at her as you pull off your heavy gloves. Ever since wedding Aegon you had forgotten that you had not only taken on the title as his wife but also as now Queen.

It would definitely take time getting used to.

“Your Grace, your family-

“Oh gods that reminds me I must write to my poor mother explaining my absence. You know I must admit these last few days have been a blur. Just days prior I was just the princess of Dragonstone yet here I now stand as queen.” You ramble. You couldn’t help but drag out your words as it had seemed that as of late you lacked those to speak to. Willingly or not.

“She must rather be cross with me my mother is she ?” You inquire.

The lady squeezes her eyes shut, a look of displeasure evident on her face yet continues when you nod at her, encouraging her on to continue.

“Lucerys Velaryon, heir to Driftmark has died.”

Just moments later you stood silently in your chambers after demanding to be left alone, your dried tears staining your reddened cheeks. You gaze out to look upon the dull sky. Perhaps the sky wasn’t even dull yet everything suddenly seemed so dull. Not real.

“I don’t want you hurt, sister.” Lucerys sighs, keeping his head low.

“I won’t be.” You state, gently placing your hand on his soft face. “As long as I have my handsome boy there to protect me, I will see no injuries.”

The young boy glances up at you, his older sister with complete admiration evident in his big curious eyes.

You can’t help but giggle at the innocent look.

“I will protect you…Lucerys.”

“No I won’t.” You mumble, tears threatening to spill.

Suddenly the doors open and as you expect none other than your husband you swiftly turn, practically craving to greet him and cling to his presence.

Your expectations however, deceive you.

There he stood, the man responsible for your brothers death. Aemond Targaryen.

“You sick fucker !” You scream, grabbing your cup, without hesitation throwing it at your damn uncle. He effortlessly dodges it, trudging over to you instantly.

“Listen to me carefully, niece.” Aemond states, practically grabbing your face with his large hands. No matter how hard you try by pulling at his clothing, at his arms to help pry himself off of you, his grasp remains tight. He refuses to let go.

“War is upon us.” His sharp eye staring into yours. “Fuck you.” You whisper.

“Iksos bisa skoros ao jaelagon?” (Is this what you want ?) He replies, slightly tilting his head to the side. “Nyke istan daor awar bona skoros nyke jeldan matta naejot ao.” (I was not aware that what I wanted mattered to you)

He stands there, his eye intimately and rather rapidly staring into yours as if he was searching for something. If it was reassurance that he craved, he would not receive it from you.

“I lost control of Vhager.” He confesses, keeping his head low yet still keeps eye contact with you, his towering height making you slightly cower.

“Do you take me as a fool uncle ?” You spat. “No. I take you as a victim of the dreams of others.” Your brows raise at his courageous words.

He suddenly turns to walk away, his long silver hair swooshes over his shoulders. Yet before he leaves, he tilts his head, his covered eye facing you. Oh how you wanted to snatch that eye patch and hit him with it.

“My brother will see you later… as will I.” He softly states. And at that, he takes his leave. “I doubt that.” You scoff.

-

A celebration for Lucerys death had quickly been planned and carried out by your drunken husband. Your heart could not even fathom the betrayal by your husband as it was already filled with sorrow for your blood.

You sat lonesome in your dark chambers, contemplating what to do. As you stare out upon the gloomy sky,you suddenly come to the realisation.

Make your part known. Let them see where you stand.

The gathering had started over an hour ago and the the sun had set not long after.

A long scarlet dress hugged your figure, completely keeping you covered despite part of your back being exposed. The trail behind you was glistening in gold as the fine fabric swayed ever step you took.

You notice the standing lords stare as you gracefully walked by.

It was as if they were ducklings who were undeservingly in the same room as a swan. All eyes were on you. Rather it be pity or lust you lacked care. You were only here to see Aegon.

You were fully aware that you were expected to arrive and stay yet you wouldn’t allow yourself to be consumed in something so wrong. It all made sense now the family practically being split in two. It used to be all fun back when your sibling and you were just children and you would fight your uncles.

“They’re just children.”

You can recall particularly a time when you started noticing a drift in the family.

That things were not going to be the same again.

It was the funeral of Laena Velaryon.

You stood clutching your mothers dress as Vaemond Velaryon spoke. Despite remaining quiet you took in account how your grandsire’s wife along with your aunt and uncles stood far from you wearing all green. You saw the way Alicent gave childish stares to your mother all the while she was seeking out Daemon.

You remember standing alone against the wall, the slight breeze against your hair.

“What is wrong ?” Aegon tutted, resting his forearms on the wall whilst a cup remained in his hands.

“Its just a funeral, it’s not like-

“It’s not that.” You sigh, keeping your head low. “I can already tell this family is falling apart. Yet there’s nothing to do about it.”

“y/n my sweetling come here !” Rhaenyra called, clearly sensing the unintentional mingling between her brother and young daughter. You barley spared your uncle a glance as you made your way to your mother who waited with open arms just for you.

Aegon stumbled slightly, staring after you.

He didn’t know what to say to you.

He simply didn’t have the knowledge on how to offer comfort.

Whispers would say that was due to his mother.

As you make your way to the head of the table you regretfully heard the words escaping his drunk lips.

“My brother finally did something right in his life killing that cunt of a Strong-

“Enough !” You scream, slamming your hands down onto the table.

“The king will no longer be served wine !” “No more !” You cry, looking round to all present. No wonder Alicent and her father were no where to be seen.

At that you simply leave, not even sparing your husband a glance as you return to your chambers once more.

Though what you merely missed was your husbands almost amusing wide eyes along with his open mouth shockingly gawking at you as you took leave. Just like that he orders everyone to leave. Then he himself makes way to your private chamber.

-

“What was that, wife ?!” Aegon spat, the door leaving a loud bang behind him as he rushed in behind you.

“Intending to make a mockery of me !”

You roll your eyes at his idiotic words.

Oh how you loved him when he wasn’t drunk.

You shove his chest back and he falls down onto his back near the fire place.

There you stood above looking down on him with the fire making your face glow orange and red. Like a true dragon.

“I am y/n Targaryen of house Targaryen and I will one day carry your son, our heir inside of me ! If you ever publicly disrespect me again you can say farewell to all good that you know of !”

He struggled to meet your eyes.

Your hand reaches for your necklace and before you could yank it off, Aegon now stood almost completely sober, reaching out to you. “Don’t take it off.” He begs as you turn to face away from him. “Please.” He whimpers. Your brows furrow in not only contemplation but also regret.

At that moment all you could recall was those words spoken by Alicent Hightower all those years back just before she had slit your mother’s arm.

“Where is duty ?! Where is sacrifice ?!”

A desperate sigh escapes your lips as you turn to face your husband, realising what this has come down to. “Aegon please I know I’m here to serve you.” You instantly cry. “I belong to you. My loyalties stay with you.” You state, placing your hand on his flushed cheek. Aegon glances beside you and his tiresome eyes fall on a dagger solely resting on the small table.

“y/n my love. You mustn’t forget your duties that you will one day take on when you wed.” Your mother spoke as she and you walked around the grounds of Dragonstone.

You couldn’t help but scoff at her words.

“Jace or even Luke could have a dozen bastards and not a glance would be sent their way yet if I bed the same way as they were to..I’d be shunned.”

She attentively nods her head at your words of frustration. She understands.

“I spoke similar words to my father once.” She sighs,recalling some not so fond memories before turning to you.

“Us women must make great sacrifices once we wed but..”

“There is more to gain when keeping a husband satisfied.”

The dagger now present in his grasp suddenly slices open the front of your fine dress but before the dress could fall past your shaking shoulders, he grabs the material with his rough hands.

“Would you prefer me in green, Aegon ?” You ask, a slight smirk forming on your lips. “I’d prefer you in nothing, y/n.” He states. Just then his eyes no longer showed how tired he was. His eyes darkened and showed hunger.

“I want to fuck you. With you wearing nothing but that necklace.” He groans, his lips pressing against your ear. “If my king wishes.” You reply, holding yourself back from releasing a moan.

“As your husband wishes.” He corrects, his hand pacing just under your jaw.

His rather cold fingertips make you flinch at the touch.

“Or.” He states, his eyes squinting at you as he pulls away.

“Shall I let Aemond have a turn toying with your cunt ? I’ve come to understand that he was practically itching to see you earlier.” “Aemond is not my husband.” You shake your head, disregarding his erroneous words.

“Aegon please come to bed with me.” You sigh, pulling at his arm. You worry that the wine has somehow returned to his system. “Yes wife.” He croaks, practically falling on top of the thin sheets. “It is time I’ve given you a heir. That is one duty I shall not complain about.”

You slowly sit down on the bed, facing away from him as you replace your ruined gown for a silky white nightgown.

The way he had brought up his brother in such an accusation type way filled you with anxiousness. Your mind was finally distracting you from news of Lucerys yet thinking of Aemond had brought them back. You were now in no mood to fulfill your husbands wishes.

“Why must you drink ?” You more so ask yourself. “Wine settles the nerves.” He replies, already pulling at his clothes. “What makes you nervous ?” You wonder. “I want to be the husband you deserve.” He quietly states, looking down. He doesn’t want to disappoint.

Lying under the sheets, you place a kiss upon his forehead.

“I’ll give myself to you when sun rises.” You promise, already hoping to fall asleep.

“I love you, y/n. Truly.”

He rests his head on your stomach tossing around slightly before gaining complete comfort. His left hand rests under your right breast. The ring on his finger shining from the moonlight. You stare up above you at the ceiling as your fingers run through Aegon’s hair. Pushing his silver locks from his face.

Looking down you notice how luckily your husband has already fallen asleep with his brows slightly furrowed as his left cheek is squished against your lower abdomen.

A sole tear trickled down your cheek, you sadly whisper out just before slumber consumed you as well.

“Forgive me mother.”

A/n: I’m kinda contemplating making this a series or not…

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[writingsofwesteros]

Ok so we’ve talked about garden girl with daemon but what about garden girl with Aemond?

GG could still be the second daughter of viserys and Aemma, more close in age to Rhaenyra or she could be (mirroring daemon and GG’s relationship) the youngest child of baelon and Alyssa, viserys and daemon’s sister.

Visenya (Alyssa died giving birth to an Aegon, right? And there’s already a Rhaenys around) grows up in the shadows of her older brothers, always feeling the blame of her mothers death on her shoulders. It only gets worse when her father dies because while he could never bring himself to look at her face or interact too much with her, she was the youngest child of the crown Prince.

But the baelon dies and the great council happens, driving a huge wedge between the two halves of the family. Princess Rhaenys was one of visenya’s best friends - both Targaryen daughters with heavy names.

But after the council, Rhaenys takes her children and lives permanently on Driftmark, taking with her the last shreds of visenya’s childhood. Cause now she moves from being a daughter to a would be king to the sister of one and somehow that makes all the difference.

Maybe in this universe Aemma had already passed away, giving Viserys Rhaenyra with her life and viserys has already remarried to alicent (hand waving away the weird ages) who has given birth to Aegon and helaena already, at the council visibly pregnant with another (Aemond)

After the great council, visenya lasts a year in the viper pit of the court before she flees for her isolated island.

Viserys’s kids grow up the same way, Rhaenyra heir above her brother, Otto scheming to get Aegon on the throne…

But this time it’s Laena and Laenor who gives Aemond his scar. He went and claimed Vhager before Laena could and she’s 15 and furious and Laenor loves his sister and has been poisoned against the green kids by his family

Viserys again does nothing - he doesn’t want to upset the second most powerful house in the realm.

In fact he does something worse - he promises Laenor to Rhaenyra as the future king consort.

Aemond isn’t surprised - he’s the second son to the second wife and viserys has never cared for his green kids

So kings landing gets worse and worse, until one day when Aemond is nearly 20 and now being pressured to marry to help secure Aegon’s bid to the throne - Aemond takes off on Vhager during one of the worse storms ever

He crash lands on Visenya’s island and is shocked to meet this beautiful aunt who’s been used as a warning to all the young dragon riders - don’t go flying during a storm or you’ll be killed just like visenya was.

Instead, he finds this soft motherly woman, with her gardens and her animals and her dragon, nursing him back to health, caring about him and his wounds and all his problems…

Well, his family did want him to marry didn’t they?

💋

MIF ALERT without the M part ;)

I love this !!! You know Aemond just melts for her and never wants to leave the island

The shock when he returns a year later maybe (he'll blame the storm) they are married and a babe ;)

[dowagersqueen]

I was thinking about modern au greens and I really like the idea of the greens' dragons being their cats. Like, sunfyre is a pretty and proud cat who plays around a lot and hogs attention, and who aegon absolutely adores and spoils rotten. vhager is a big, very old, very scarred cat who mostly sleeps around and hisses and even scratches the younger cats when they bother her too much, and only lets aemond pet and hold her. dreamfyre hangs out in the yard almost all the time and is barely ever seen except when helaena goes outside for bug-collecting. tessarion is the youngest cat who's full of energy and who spends that energy running around constantly, jumping in high places she can't get down from, biting everyone's shoes, and picking fights with other cats, usually ending with daeron needing to stop her and fix the situation

oh, i love this very much! this is so sweet!

i love your description of sunfyre as a cat and in my head i have this funny image of aegon carrying sunfyre everywhere and always giving sunfyre treats and, like you said, spoiling it rotten. sunfyre is his pride and joy.

i feel like sunfyre would either be this cute orange fella

or an abyssinian cat

vaghar most definitely just like you described her. and she's very independent and doesn't like to be held and petted too much but she doesn't mind aemond even though sometimes even aemond might a scratch or two from her. but, sometimes, aemond will sit on his bed or in a chair and vaghar will come and sit on him for a little while.

vaghar maybe:

dreamfyre maybe:

tessarion maybe:

[wulfhalls]

i really hate how their making it vhager fault for killing lucerys…… like im here for aemond being the villian him owning all of that. But nooooo they wanna whitewash him and make him remorseful…. LIKE NO BITCH he has no fucking heart bitch

stopppp woobifying my psycho bitch all the toxic fancams are gonna ring hollow now this is so humiliating!!! s2 is gonna have him on vhagar screaming crying to stop burning the riverlands and im gonna have to kill the whole executive branch of hbo for it

[the-lady-rebecca]

Up close to the dragon saddles.

First picture:

Syrax Saddle

Second picture:

Caraxes Saddle

Third picture:

Arrax Saddle

Forth picture:

Meleys Saddle

Fifth picture:

Meleys Saddle

Sixth picture:

Vhager Saddle