Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen returns to King’s Landing victorious after besting his uncle during The Battle Above the Gods Eye, securing his withering brother's claim to the Iron Throne. Upon his arrival, he learns that his wife was a casualty of a Black ambush, suffering a severe blow to her skull. When her disoriented mind wakes, she’s lost all recollection of him and their shared past.
🌺 The Way I Feel Under Your Command
Disgruntled, Aemond agrees to accompany his family on their yearly summer trip to Red Lake; a luxury resort hidden away in the ruins of an ancient castle. Dragged to a staff party on his first night there, he meets a young woman working as a dance instructor in urgent need of a partner.
🎼 Rumours
After a painful separation, you and your soon-to-be ex husband agree to put your differences aside and continue to make music together. But Aemond Targaryen’s vengeful streak runs deep, and you’re the object of his ire.
🍄 The Commune
A modern AU where Aemond, power-hungry and high on hubris, is the leader of a commune with a peculiar affection for the Seven.
🐉 One Whore’s As Good As Another
Desperate to prove he’s no mere boy, Prince Aemond leaves his taunting brother and seeks out another conquest. Momentarily, he feels back in control, until his brother reappears.
🔥 Warm Me Up
When his wife speaks out of turn during a dinner with the King, Aemond needs to reprimand her indiscretions.
🏺Whatever Interests You
You’re hired as a journalist to interview Prince Aemond Targaryen about his complicated family and their colonial past. Meeting the prince in person, he proves to be much more than the pompous royal you had imagined.
🏒 Sexting w/ modern!Aemond
You may be the one Aemond asks for when carnal urges consume him, but never forget that he’s in charge.
❤️🩹 Soft & Hard
How do you forget about Aemond Targaryen when he’s everywhere you look?
🥀 Romancer
When his wife tragically passes away, Prince Aemond stops at nothing to get her back.
📸 Make You Feel My Love
A few months after you break things off with your boyfriend, Aemond, you start receiving strange messages and phone calls from an unknown number. Things escalate when you’re sent a video secretly filmed half a year ago, of you and Aemond having sex.
🍑 Celebratory Dinner
Aemond wants to try something new for your one year anniversary.
Aegon II Targaryen
💫 Rip It Up & Start Again
Growing up on the perilous streets of Flea Bottom, you’d learned that in King’s Landing it’s either eat or be eaten. When you hear from a friend that a posh rehab centre just outside of town is hosting an open AA meeting, you see your chance to infiltrate the elite of Westeros, hoping to swipe something of value from one of the rich snobs there. Unfortunately, it seems like the wristwatch you attempt to nick belongs to a man you share an unexplainable bond with.
🕯️Teaching the Unteachable
When all else fails, Aegon’s wife employs drastic measures to teach the unteachable.
Billy Washington
🚿 You’re Perfect
You ask Billy to fulfill one of your fantasies.
Tom Bennett
⚓️ Tell Me You Missed Me
Word around the street is that you went on a date with someone else? Tom Bennet, fresh of the navy vessel, is not happy to hear that.
Osferth
♨️ You’re Nothing But A Beast
After falling into a river in the middle of winter, Osferth needs to warm up his lady companion.
Summary: Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen returns to King’s Landing victorious after besting his uncle during The Battle Above the Gods Eye, securing his withering brother's claim to the Iron Throne. Upon his arrival, he learns that his wife was a casualty of a Black ambush, suffering a severe blow to her skull. When her disoriented mind wakes, she’s lost all recollection of him and their shared past.
Warnings: 18+, amnesia, injury, medieval medicine, ableism, post-dance, ptsd, smut (fingering, dirty talk, P in V), blood, gore, suicidal thoughts, graphic childbirth, mention of torture, mention of miscarriage
Word count: 54k - completed
A/N: Hi friends 🩵 I’ve decided to take a step back from tumblr, the motivation to write just isn’t there anymore. This post will serve as my ‘see you later’-message and remind you to read this story if you haven’t, I’m quite proud of it 😌 Kisses xx
It is the thunder in her head that wakes her, a sensation resembling a storm trapped in her mind, shooting lightning bolts through her skull.
She cannot feel much besides the pain travelling from her head down through her entire being. It leaves her disoriented, and the deafening ringing in her ears makes her feel like she’s spinning.
She tries to open her eyes, but only darkness greets her.
She wonders if she’s ever been able to see.
Is this normality?
The thoughts beginning to form in her head are pushed aside by the horrendous throbbing. The pain pulsates vigorously, and as spots of light start to appear before her eyes, she can make out a lanky figure towering over her.
“Princess?”, the figure calls, a cool hand coming up to touch the scorching skin on her forehead. She tries to speak, to grunt, to give any indication that she is conscious, but her mouth does not obey her as it stays shut.
“I think she’s coming to again”, the voice mutters, removing the cold touch that had comforted her. She wants to cry. To beg whoever was tending her to keep their hand on her to soothe her burning forehead.
Spirit defeated, she closes her eyes again.
She cannot make out more than obscure shapes and shades anyway. Soon, the horrible ache in her head lulls her back to sleep.
She feels like she’s floating in water, body drifting between dreamland and the dark abyss of unconsciousness.
A voice reaches her ears, panicked yet quiet as a whisper, “I couldn’t face the Prince if we had to inform him that his wife perished”.
“He would surely have our heads”, another murmurs, “though, if the rumours are true, he’s found solace in the witch bastard ruling Harrenhal’s embrace. His wrath may be fierce, but short-lived”.
Gently rocking out of the ebbs of slumber, the only feeling she’s able to register is thirst.
A low whine rumbles in her throat, alerting the pair inspecting her sleeping form that she’s rousing.
“She seems to be waking. Place the wet cloth in her mouth, Arsa”
She’s grateful for the cool, wet piece of fabric forced into her mouth, welcoming it greedily. Her frail state renders her muscles almost idle as her mouth weakly tries to suck on the cloth.
Still, the few drops that fall on her tongue revive her.
“Lady Lannister, open your eyes if you can hear me”, one of the voices commands, as if her body obeys her.
She fights against the heaviness of her eyelids, channelling all the strength she can muster.
Her efforts are sparsely rewarded as her eyes flutter open slightly. Two silhouettes linger beside where she lies, clad in dark colours.
Or perhaps it’s the room that’s submerged in darkness?
Nothing around her provides her with any clue of where she is. Mayhaps this is her home? Or the quarters where they keep the weak and sickly?
“Is she aphasic?”, one of the voices questions. The smack of a palm striking a cheek follows.
“Watch your tongue, or the Prince Regent will take it!”
It was honestly a purely physical relationship, though there were a couple of times I almost caught feels, like when he wrecked me orally and then as I was catching my breath, insisted I relax and nap, and we'd deal with him later. Dude was a unicorn who got off on his partners pleasure, but it wasn't meant to be, long term, or romantically, and I'm good with that because I got a lot out of it regardless.
I think there’s a societal pressure to always chase romantic relationships, but if that’s not for you, doesn’t feel like the right time or person, that’s totally fine! He sounds like a considerate person and that’s what really matters when you have a sexual relationship with some ✨
I feel the need to share this with my smutty tumblr fam, and who better than my fave writer? In the past month, I had a few casual nights with this guy who has unfortunately since moved away for work. Anyway, he ate like it was his last meal, but he had this interesting tick maybe? He would feel along my legs to touch my feet. So one night in the middle of it, I joking ask if he has a foot fetish, and the man said..that he loved feeling the way my feet arched when he was going down on me, that it was very gratifying, and I... 🥵. Just saying, it made my brain mush, so maybe it's a trope we should start using, I dunno, but I short circuited.
Hi anon! 🩵
I’m your fave writer? 🤭 stop you’re making me blush! I love when people share stories of their own life on here~
Oh that sucks that he moved away, sounds like you two had a good thing going 🥲 a partner that eats like its their last meal is hard to let go of 💔
Okay I’m 100% with you, that sounds hot.I wouldn’t rule out that he has a peculiar fondness of feet, hehe, but that reasoning is quite sexy 😌 if we’re talking inspo for fics, I could def see like modern Aemond or Osferth say something like that? Like a guy that enjoys making their partner feel good but also notices those small things - someone detail oriented 👀
22/12: Party and Position Changes - Aemond Targaryen
Word Count: 1.6k~ | Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, smut, prince regent aemond, doggy
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“She is of a weak disposition, I heard. Perhaps she is with child.”
“The Prince Regent certainly needs an heir.”
“He has looked sour since his Lady Wife left the celebrations.”
Aemond scoffed from his spot at the high table, circling a finger over the rim of his cup, half-filled with wine. They spoke as if he did not hear them, whispering such gossip. It was infuriating.
It was true that his lady wife suffered from sickness, especially in the mornings, but not exclusively. The maesters had told him in quiet confidence that they suspected she was with child, but that it was sensible to wait until the quickening to confirm.
What an excruciating wait.
She had graced the court with her presence earlier in the evening, but when she began to feel her stomach churning, she need only pay him a furrow of her brows in pain and he was more than happy to allow her rest if she needed it.
He was willing to carry her even, excuse himself from the celebrations himself. But she reassured him she was still able to walk, with a small, amused smile.
Even with the conqueror's crown planted firmly upon his head, all he could think of was the sweet curve of his wife's body in his. How warm she is. How smooth her skin. How plush her thighs. How tight her—
“Your Grace.”
Aemond blinked, swallowing thickly as he felt his breeches tighten at the mere tangent his mind was about to embark upon. Nothing softened him faster than the sight of Ser Tyland Lannister though, smug and stood tall as if he himself had been crowned instead of him.
“I wish to congratulate you on your Regency. As always your council will remain steadfast and trustworthy. And should you ever desire a Hand—”
“Thank you, Ser Tyland,” Aemond half-smiled, half-grimaced, “your loyalty is appreciated.”
Aemond nodded curtly to Ser Tyland, signalling the conversation was over, though the Lannister lingered a moment too long for Aemond’s liking before finally bowing and stepping away.
His good eye drifted across the festivities. Everyone was drunk at best, smiles too wide, laughter too hollow, and he was overcome with the sudden desire to leave it all behind. He glanced in his mother’s direction as he pushed his chair out, her brown eyes wide with curiosity and judgement perhaps.
She had given him no other look since Rook’s Rest.
“I believe they’ve seen enough of me tonight,” Aemond said, his tone firm. “The realm will not crumble if its Regent retires an hour early.”
“Aemond–”
“Mother,” he interrupted, his voice low but final.
It was only in the hall where he felt he could finally breathe. Air flowed easily, no longer stifled by the pomp and proper of the evening he had just sought to leave. He opened the heavy door to their chambers and stepped inside. The fire had burned low and she was already in bed, lying on her side, her hair spilling over the pillow.
“You left early,” he said quietly, closing the door behind him.
Her eyes opened slowly, and a small smile curved her lips. “And yet you followed.”
As he reached the bed, she shifted to sit up, the blanket pooling around her waist. “I thought you’d stay longer. Your mother will have words, I’m sure.”
“She always does,” he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “Are you feeling unwell?”
Her gaze dropped for a moment, her fingers grazing her stomach in that way that had haunted him all evening. “No,” she said softly. “Just…tired.”
He hummed, “when will the maesters give their opinion?”
She looked up at him then, her expression caught somewhere between apprehension and hope. “They said it would be unwise to speculate for a few more weeks,” she replied. “But I am aware patience is not your strong suit, is it?”
He smirked faintly. “It is not.”
“You’ve waited for so much, Aemond,” she said softly, her voice warm and soothing, eyes glancing up at the conqueror’s crown sat atop his head. “A little longer won’t harm you.”
“Hm,” he murmurs, crawling over the bed towards her delicate form, pressing his face to her stomach with his hands on her hips, “spare me, dear wife. Have the maesters forbade coupling? I do not think I can wait.”
Her fingers threaded through his hair as she let out a soft laugh. “No,” she said, “but we must be careful. They warned against anything too…strenuous. Until we know for certain.”
“I am no beast,” he muffled against her shift, bunching it up as if desperate to touch her flesh, “I know restraint.”
“I seem to recall differently,” she countered with a teasing lilt.
With a hand to his chest, she pushes him back, enough to be able to straddle his lap as he sits with his back against the bed frame. For a moment his pupil widened slightly and she relished in the warm pride that spread through her at his reaction.
She wasted no time. Unlacing his breeches was the simple part, but in this position, face to face, it was novel and intimate, more than usual. It was always Aemond on top, commanding her body to his. She wasn't sure how her husband was likely to cope with the change.
His breath hitched, eye closing as she pulled his cock free and worked him to full hardness, her slight palm massaging the ruddy tip, knowing what he liked. He was surely about to speak before she rose her hips, and the tip of him kissed her waiting slit, and slowly, slowly took her husband to the hilt.
Her movements were slow, deliberate, her hands braced against his chest as she guided them both into a steady rhythm. Aemond’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers pressing into her flesh as he resisted the urge to take control. He let her lead, his lips parting as a low groan escaped him.
“Ābrazȳrys” his voice caught, his eye blazing as he gazed up at her. “You are perfection.”
She leaned forward, her fingers threading through his silver hair, and pressed her lips to his. The dark crown brushed her fingertips, and in her annoyed breath, she slipped it from his head onto the bed. An action only the wife of the Prince Regent in this intimate moment would ever get away with.
Their breaths mingled, their shared movements growing more heated, more desperate. It felt good to roll her hips against him, each slide home was easy, aided by her unending desire to please him. But soon, she began to slow, the strain in her thighs becoming too much.
Her brows furrowed, her rhythm faltering as she let out a shaky breath. “Aemond.”
He must have felt the shake, as he was already moving her off his lap, “enough. Allow me.”
He guided her off him carefully, laying her down on her side before helping her onto her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide, and for a moment, uncertainty flickered across her face.
Her cheeks burned as he pulled the shift over her backside, pulling her legs apart so he might see the wetness that glazed her womanhood. She felt exposed and utterly at his mercy in such a compromising position.
Not to mention, this was uncharted territory.
“We’ve never…” she began, her voice trailing off.
Aemond smirked, his fingers trailing down her spine. “No,” he murmured, his tone low, “but we will now.”
He positioned himself behind her, and watched with curiosity and admiration, as for from this angle, he was able to watch himself disappear inside, swallowed by her silky walls. She gasped in turn, this was deeper than she had ever felt him, with her spine curved and backside held against him. Her fingers clutched the sheets as his pace began slow enough, before his restraint began to ebb away.
“Alright?” he rasped, leaning forward to press kisses along her shoulder, his voice rough with both pleasure and concern.
Her hips instinctively pushed back, “don't stop…”
Her approval shocked him, but ignited his confidence all the same as he began to push into her with renewed vigour. She was surprised at how much she liked it, the way he fit against her, the way his hands held her so firmly. It felt raw, intimate, and utterly consuming.
His hands slid up to her waist as he felt her peak quiver through her body, her walls spasming around him and in the force of it, her arms gave out and she pressed her front to the sheets. She swore she felt the palm of his hand on her lower stomach, stroking lovingly as he reached his, pushing hot, pearly ropes of his release so much inside her, that she felt it dribble down her thigh.
Aemond helped her shift onto her side, gathering her into his arms as they both caught their breath. His hand instinctively returned to her stomach, his thumb brushing over the soft skin in slow, soothing circles.
“You will let me know once the maesters give their opinion, won’t you?”
“Of course,” she replied, leaning into him. “But tonight, you are Prince Regent. Let us celebrate that.”
Aemond shook his head, his lips curling into a rare, genuine smile. His gaze softened as he looked at her, his wife, who had managed to calm the storm in him more times than he cared to admit.
“Tonight, I am your husband. Nothing else matters.”
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A/N: Long time no see! A bit of a personal note under the cut:
Sorry for not being on here since last year. It's mostly due to the fact that my interest in HOTD has dwindled significantly, and I no longer feel that excited about fanfic... I want to keep writing, but my self-doubt as a writer wins over my motivation recently. If you enjoyed this fic, I'd love to hear your thoughts. I need the reassurance 🥲
It makes my heart soar in delight that this series has wrapped up in the most wonderful way. To those who haven't seen this yet, do yourself a favor by reading it because it is heartbreaking and beautiful in every way.
Regardless of how you go on from here, I want you to know that your stories have imprinted themselves in my heart and mind. You are simply amazing 💙
Oh chatty, you’re always so sweet and supportive, thank you for your kind words 🩵 I’m so pleased you enjoyed this story, it will always be close to my heart. Lots of love to you 🫶
Color my minds last chapter??? What an absolute emotional ride that was 😭😭 Honestly while I was reading it, I was almost afraid to read the next words, I kept thinking this is it something bad will happen now. I'm happy with the way you've ended it. It's perfect!!!
I’m so glad you liked it babes, thank you for reading 🩵🫶
A/N: Long time no see! A bit of a personal note under the cut:
Sorry for not being on here since last year. It's mostly due to the fact that my interest in HOTD has dwindled significantly, and I no longer feel that excited about fanfic... I want to keep writing, but my self-doubt as a writer wins over my motivation recently. If you enjoyed this fic, I'd love to hear your thoughts. I need the reassurance 🥲
Aaaah I was looking forward to it!!!
I admit I was scared at one point, but at the same time I fully understood Aemond's reasons for deciding for such a drastic choice.
I loved everything about this fanfiction, even if Aemond as he unfortunately often does, acts without thinking well and without thinking about the consequences, but I am so happy with the epilogue!!!
Aw I’m so glad you enjoyed it, thank you for reading! 🩵
He really does act without thinking, and assumes he knows best. This chapter really showed him that he should not be so greedy, and push for everything he wants 🫶
