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FUCKING AEMOND SPEAKING HIGH VALYRIAN
like im supposed to be scared or idk but im actually hrny
hold it in my arms and know it's mine
aemond targaryen x female!lannister!reader oneshot
When your brother is stolen away by the newly arrived King Aemond, First of His Name, you ride to Storm's End to plead his case.
crossposted on ao3 masterlist content warning: explicit sexual content, piv sex, cunnilingus (f receiving), praise kink word count: 12.4k notes: i eventually keep my word!!! i promised this a million years ago and here it is! my dear beloved aemond as faegon au (: lannister!reader bc i have a brand and i must maintain it
On the ride from Riverrun to Storm’s End, you repeat all you know about Aemond Targaryen until it begins to ring in your ears even when you sleep.
Aemond Targaryen, the only son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell. Aemond Targaryen, the heir to the heir of the Iron Throne during Robert’s Rebellion. Aemond Targaryen, the babe your father’s dog had smashed against the wall with his bare hands. Aemond Targaryen, the viscera that had coated Gregor Clegane’s hands as he had raped Elia Martell. Aemond Targaryen, the littlest of the bundles that had been presented to Robert Baratheon, the littlest of the ghosts to haunt your eldest half-brother.
Aemond Targaryen, the dead prince.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
Until he had come from the East, atop a dragon, and rooted Mace Tyrell’s army from its perch in Storm’s End, claiming the first part of Westeros for himself.
WELCOME BACK QUEEN
the pawn in every lover's game (part fifteen)
Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Reader
When you’re ten, your father sends you to King’s Landing to befriend a princess and woo a prince. A lioness growing up amongst dragons is a dangerous thing indeed.
crossposted on ao3 masterlist word count: 10k notes: spite is genuinely the greatest motivator. i had plans to make this longer but i genuinely felt i would die if i didn't post right now so! enjoy (:
The dance ends all too soon. You wish it had lasted longer. You wish it had never started to begin with. You hate every passing second and you can’t pull yourself away. There’s an ache, deep in your chest, as you watch Aegon and Helaena finish. There’s a final note that the bards play, one final mournful strum of the harp, and the two of them unfurl from one another, the space growing between the two of them as they pull away. At the last moment, Aegon captures Helaena’s hand, bowing his head as he brings it to his lips. Helaena closes her eyes, her free hand coming up to clutch at her chest, and, in the multicolor glow of the candles, it looks like a hazy memory, like something you’ve dreamed of and have only just remembered.
It looks like a song.
Wanted to do a reread before I read the update but I couldn't contain myself and read the new chapter and I'm going feralllll, this fic is everything, aemond and lady lannister are the power couple we deserve, their devotion for each other is out of this world and i adore reading every single bit of it
Pawn >>>>>>> whatever the fuck the hotd writers are doing
the pawn in every lover's game (part fifteen)
Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Reader
When you’re ten, your father sends you to King’s Landing to befriend a princess and woo a prince. A lioness growing up amongst dragons is a dangerous thing indeed.
crossposted on ao3 masterlist word count: 10k notes: spite is genuinely the greatest motivator. i had plans to make this longer but i genuinely felt i would die if i didn't post right now so! enjoy (:
The dance ends all too soon. You wish it had lasted longer. You wish it had never started to begin with. You hate every passing second and you can’t pull yourself away. There’s an ache, deep in your chest, as you watch Aegon and Helaena finish. There’s a final note that the bards play, one final mournful strum of the harp, and the two of them unfurl from one another, the space growing between the two of them as they pull away. At the last moment, Aegon captures Helaena’s hand, bowing his head as he brings it to his lips. Helaena closes her eyes, her free hand coming up to clutch at her chest, and, in the multicolor glow of the candles, it looks like a hazy memory, like something you’ve dreamed of and have only just remembered.
It looks like a song.
the pawn in every lover’s game (part fourteen)
Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Reader
When you’re ten, your father sends you to King’s Landing to befriend a princess and woo a prince. A lioness growing up amongst dragons is a dangerous thing indeed.
crossposted on ao3 masterlist word count: 16.1k notes: posting. so i can finally beat those death allegations... 🙏🏼 please take this extra long chapter as my apology if any of you are still around
The wedding of Aegon and Helaena Targaryen ends with as much fanfare as it had began with. Buried underneath the cheers and claps, you can still distinctly hear a choir singing a hymn, its lyrics completely muffled by the sound of revelry still reverberating within the Dragonpit. You’ve long since stopped clapping, having decided to at least save your palms some of the misery, but the rest of the room seemingly does not seem to mind the sting, the sounds of their claps shaking the room like thunder. From your vantage point, you can see how Helaena’s smile tightens and how Aegon’s eyes seem to grow increasingly more and more distressed. Their hands are squeezing each other so tight that even from your vantage point, you can see how their pale knuckles whiten even further from their tight grip on one another. They look beautiful, striking and unnatural, but all you can see when you look up at them are the ghosts of the children they used to be, dressed up and lovely but painfully unprepared.
Part of you wants to usher them off the altar, to save them just a little of the embarrassment, to shield them from the all too piercing gazes of the capitol.
A larger part of you, however, knows that this is only a taste of what they will have to face in the future. Sooner rather than later, the entirety of the realms would be looking to them for direction, for wisdom, and for strength, and they would all trace it all back to this singular moment in time. The historians, the maesters, the singers, and the storytellers would all look back to this one day, to this mere stretch of an hour, and say that this is where the tone of their reign was decided. It’s monumental. It’s historic.
It’s no wonder the Queen looks as stressed as she does. It’s a miracle you haven’t ripped your own hair out.
Now I’m Covered In You [Chapter 8: Ante Meridiem]
Series summary: Aemond is a prince of England. You are married to his brother. The Wars of the Roses are about to begin, and you have failed to fulfill your one crucial responsibility: to give the Greens a line of legitimate heirs. Will you survive the demands of your family back in Navarre, the schemes of the Duke of Hightower, the scandals of your dissolute husband, the growing animosity of Daemon Targaryen…and your own realization of a forbidden love?
Series title is a lyric from: Ivy by Taylor Swift.
Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!
Word count: 8.1k.
Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.
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“We should hide in my rooms,” Kunigunde says. She’s already heading there, her gown—like yellow jasper, like sunset, like firelight—swishing over the wooden floor, her face flinty but unrattled. She has an aura of invincibility around her, a halo, a cool fog like steel. It’s not difficult to imagine where she gets it from. She’s the Holy Roman Emperor’s daughter, raised in a far more formal and affluent court than yours or Nico’s. The idea of anyone putting their hands on her in violence is unthinkable; the animal instinct to lash back is missing from her pure-white, righteous bones. She’s not especially afraid of Daemon. She’s inconvenienced by him—because him being here is a reminder of how you triumphed where she (thus far) has failed, of the child you carry and your consummated marriage and, surely, the fact that your death would destabilize the Greens in more ways than one—but she does not fear him. You have the impression that she sees all of this as ‘men’s business,’ unpleasant and yet ultimately existing beyond her, gold coins at the bottom of the ocean, stars high above her earth. But Kunigunde doesn’t know Daemon. She knows who he is and what he’s done, but that’s very different than knowing him.
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*sniffles* i was liveblogging this emotional rollercoaster:
You have the impression that she sees all of this as ‘men’s business,’ unpleasant and yet ultimately existing beyond her, gold coins at the bottom of the ocean, stars high above her earth.
chefs kiss writing
“Daemon wouldn’t dare,” Kunigunde murmurs fiercely. But now the screams are inside Westminster Palace; they echo through the corridors, off stone and wood and glass. Nico’s hands—trembling uncontrollably—grab yours.
oh you sweet summer child
Nico recoils, puzzled. “You can’t ride her. It’s dangerous for the baby.”
“So is Daemon beheading me.”
lol true that
It’s Joanna Montford, the mother of Aegon’s bastard son. There is a great commotion and the crying of an infant. Then the cries abruptly cut off and Joanna wails, and wails, and wails, like she’s the one who’s been gutted. But it’s not her. It’s the helpless little white-haired boy who might have—in ten or twenty years—been put forth as the Greens’ claimant to the throne. Now he’ll never have banners or armies raised in his name. Now he’ll never grow up to be anyone.
well shit
all the greens in that room probably... except ofc kuni
There is no escaping it: when Aemond returns from war, he will have to lie with her, learn every last curve and freckle, breathe in edelweiss and grace, build up a store of secrets to share with her. He will have to produce children with her.
If he survives. If any of us do.
ivy sure got her priorities in order lol daemon is about to murder them all, but she finds the time to be jelly in the midst of all that, we love a multitasking queen
“I need to get to Midnight,” you repeat. “If Daemon has the chance, he’ll kill her. I can’t let that happen. Aemond gave her to me.” Alicent and Criston cast you an awkward glance. Kunigunde pretends she didn’t hear it; she’s helping the Duke of Hightower slide a desk against the door.
lol ivy: speaks
everyone else:
“You don’t have to come with me. Go to Westminster Abbey with Alicent and the Duke and Kunigunde, you’ll be safe there. You’re not the one Daemon wants.”
“I’m staying with you.”
“Nico—”
“I’m staying with you,” she insists stubbornly.
HOLD UP IT BETTER NOT BE MY GIRL NICO GETTING KABOOBED OR ILL RIOT
The Duke—with fretful care that looks very strange on him—helps Alicent escape first, steadying her as she crawls through the window frame and shimmies down the rope. Then he follows after her. You and Nico are waiting by the open window with Criston shielding you from the imminent intruders, ready for your turn to descend.
okay but why is otto the 2nd one outta the window, shouldnt he let ivy go first?!
This is their first taste of warfare; they’re cutting their teeth on women and babies instead of Aemond and Vhagar. Baela, tall and radiant beside her father, is distinctly not an observer. She is in light armor and carries a sword—small like yours, but sharp and nimble—that is coated with blood.
going for babies and women... very noble and not cowardly at all
The other’s jaw locks around your dominant hand and bites down, wrenches, rips. The pain is explosive, gunpowder and boiling water, needles and flames. The dog drags you down onto the floor as you fumble for your sword.
NOT HER DOMINANT HAND SHE NEEDS THAT TO KABOOB THE BLACKS ISNT SHE AMBIDEXTROUS BY CHANCE LOL
“Move,” he says, low and serrated.
“No!” she roars up at Daemon with formidable conviction, and you think: She and Aemond really would have been good for each other. In another place, in another time. In a world where I didn’t exist. “This is against the rules of warfare, you must not enter!”
Daemon raises his sword to swing, but Kunigunde doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t think he’d harm her: a woman, a noncombatant, a daughter of an emperor. And that might be true of another man. But she doesn’t know Daemon.
GIRL I KNOW THIS SHIT WOULDNT FLY IN YOUR PAPAS COURT, BUT YOU LITERALLY JUST WITNESSED THE GUY KILL AN INNOCENT BABY JUST COS IT HAD HALF OF AEGONS DNA, DO YOU REALLY THINK HE WOULD GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT HONOUR? ABOUT WHO YOU ARE? WHO YOUR DADDY IS?!
...like what was she expecting?
plot twist: daemon is secretly an ivymond shipper just like all of us and had to help his otp out lol
“Not that one!” Jace cries, as if relaying something that has been imparted to him with great urgency. Daemon takes no notice at all.
welp rhaenyras words aint gonna be enough to stop daemon and save kuni, when she isnt present to stop him
“Kunigunde, get away from the door!” you shout at her. “Get away from the door—!”
Daemon’s blade cuts through the air, opens her throat, slits it to the bone. When she crumples and spills across the floor, you can see white glimpses of her spine through gushing scarlet arteries. The woman who was Aemond’s wife convulses like a crushed spider, her once-bright, knowing eyes going vacant and glassy. The puddle of blood beneath her expands into an ocean. Nico is shrieking, mindless, horrified, raking her face with her own fingernails. You practically shove her out of the open window.
WELL SHIT
cant say im sad to see ya go, but damn sorry girl ya deserved better
Alicent is staring up at the open window and begging for Criston to come down next, to flee to momentary safety like the rest of you have. The clanks of metal inside are shrill and innumerable.
The Duke grips her forearm. “Let’s go, Alicent, we have to go—”
“I can’t leave him!”
“Sir Criston!” Nico calls through cupped hands. “Sir Criston, hurry!”
NOT CRISTON (ok but hes bested daemon before and hes gonna best him now too - you go criston dont die pls)
AND ALI REFUSING TO LEAVE HIM I-
“Unravel it,” you say, and Nico, Alicent, and the Duke of Hightower each grab a fraying corner. You stretch out the small square of linen below the window. “Sir Criston! Now!”
GOOD THINKING IVY
You place one foot into his interwoven hands and then swing your other leg over Midnight’s broad back as Criston lifts you like wind fills sails.
chefs kiss writing
“She’s the queen,” Nico corrects, pride in her voice. She’s nursing a particularly long, bloody scratch on the side of her neck.
proud bestieee
She nods. “I lost three myself. God saw fit to take my children from me. But the devil took yours.” Her eyes go steely and vengeful. “Everyone knows what he did to you. We speak of it as we work, as we barter in the marketplace, at church. Prince Daemon is a ghoul escaped from the fires stoked below our earth. My family and I would sooner burn our own fields and empty our veins than surrender to him.”
daemon sure is popular huh
“God in heaven.” Sabina crosses herself. “The emperor might kill us all.”
only all the blacks hopefully... 👀
You worry for your unborn child. You miss Aemond; you feel the absence he’s left behind like the gory void of an extracted tooth.
chefs kiss writing
“You look terrified,” you say.
“Yes. I am.”
“Fear not. I suspect I’ll live.”
He shakes his head. “This will scar, you won’t be able to disguise it. Aemond will be furious with me.”
“I’ll assure him you saved my life several times over today.” Then your words drop low and gentle. “You love him.”
“He’s the closest thing I’ll ever have to a son.”
“I can empathize. He’s the closest thing I’ll ever have to a husband.”
Sir Criston looks at you, startled; not so much by the sentiment, perhaps, but by the fact that someone finally said it out loud.
im gonna be so normal about this scene between aemonds dad and wife.. i mean criston and ivy hehe
He says you’ll have to assist him with saddling Midnight so she doesn’t murder him.
lol
In the meantime, as the three of you wait restlessly for afternoon to turn to dusk, you try to help Nico with the bread—she is oddly enthused by the opportunity to masquerade as a commoner—but you only have the full use of one hand and your mood is heavy and dark like the ocean.
bless nico
also chefs kiss writing
“Remember back before anyone knew you were being poisoned and people were talking about shipping you off to Navarre?”
“Yes, why?”
Nico shrugs, smirking. “Well, it’s a shame we couldn’t do something like that for Aegon.”
It’s a ridiculous idea, but something about it snags in your mind and clatters there like an echo, growing louder, less ludicrous, more clear. Your jaw falls open and you blink at Nico, stunned.
“What?” Nico asks. “What did I say?”
nico is a certified genius
“I need you to take me to Castle Rising,” you tell Sir Criston.
He glances over at you dismissively, as if it’s not even worth consideration. “I’m tasked with keeping you out of the war, not rushing headlong into it.”
“But I know how to help us. All of us. Aegon, Aemond, me, the entire realm. And I have to be there to arrange it in person.”
“No. I can’t willingly endanger your life. If something happened to you, Aemond would never forgive me.”
“What has this all been for if not a better future?” you demand, your voice fracturing and tears welling up in your eyes. Criston puts down the brush and studies you. “A better future for England, yes, but also for us. If Aegon could be happy, wouldn’t you want him to be? If Aemond could do more good for the world, wouldn’t it be a sin to prevent that from happening? And what about me, Criston? What about me and the children I’ll risk my life to give birth to so they can repeat this same fucking torment all over again? We serve and we endure and we bear the burdens as best we can, but shouldn’t we have a chance at a better future too?”
okay but if they ship aegon off to some faraway sunny land where he can live his best life, while the rest of the realm thinks him dead and ivymond get to be together and either aemond gets the crown or they rule in the name of ivygons kid till he (if its even a he) comes of age... best and happiest ending? dare i hope? will all go well...? 👀
“No, but you found me!” Nico howls as she battles the intruder, hurling her against the kitchen wall. She grabs a heavy iron pan off the table and swings it with both hands. And that’s when Baela rips her sword from its scabbard.
“Don’t!” you scream, and before you’ve crossed the room Baela has thrust the blade upwards into Nico’s abdomen, twisted it, yanked it free. Nico staggers back into the table and then collapses, knocking over several chairs.
BAELA WHAT THE FUCK HOW DARE YOU NICOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO
You act without thinking. Your sword is in your bandaged hand, it is piercing through Baela’s left eye, it is making sick, wet popping noises as Baela shrieks and stabs clumsily at you, blinded by pain and blood and the inescapable truth of her impending ruin. Seething, inhuman, you drive the blade deeper until it’s in her brain. You wrestle Baela to the floor and clamp both hands over her mouth so no one will hear her screams. Kunigunde’s words about ivy—once spoken to the Duke of Hightower just before her wedding—ring in your mind like tolling bells: But it kills. It smothers everything else. It must be tamed.
She’s dead. Daemon’s daughter is dead. The one most like him, the one he was so proud of. And there is no part of you that feels sorry for it. You turn to Nico.
OKAY BUT THAT WAS SATISFYING AND IVY GOING FOR HER LEFT EYE SAME AS THEY DID WITH AEMOND ALL THOSE YEARS AGO? YES QUEEN SMOTHER THEM ALL
“Nico!” You crawl to her on your hands and knees and drag her into your arms the same way Aemond once held you when you were the one bleeding out in agony.
“August,” she gasps. “I have to be alive then. I’m getting married in August.”
SHE HAS TO BE ALIVE TO MARRY DAERON IN AUGUST SHE CANT JUST FUCKIN DIE NOW FFS NOOOOOO
“Listen,” she says, reaching for your face. Her voice is wavering and frail, flooded, drowning.
“No, Nico—”
“Shh. It’s alright. I’m not upset. I’m not scared. I wanted to help. I helped, didn’t I?”
There’s rain on her face: tears, yours, clear and hot and leaving clean tracks through dirt and blood and flour. Blood bubbles from her lips. “Yes, Nico. You helped.”
NOBODY FUCKING TOUCH ME
“Tell Aemond to watch out for him. To take care of him.”
“Who, Nico?”
She smiles. Her teeth are red with blood. “Daeron.”
FUCKING HELL 😭🤧
And then her hand falls away, limp and empty. She was once Daeron’s betrothed and she’s not anymore. She was once your only friend here and now she’s nobody. She’s a name in a letter of condolence, she’s a gravestone, she’s a memory that’s already fading. She’ll never laugh again, or dance, or ride horses, or talk about her wedding until you wish she’d stop. You hate yourself for every second you ever spent annoyed with her. You hate yourself for not making her seek sanctuary in Westminster Abbey with Alicent and the Duke of Hightower.
TWIST THE SWORD IN MY HEART WHY DONT YOU
THIS WHOLE PASSAGE AND THE ENTIRE SITUATION IS FUCKING HEARTWRENCHING I-
I can’t save her, you realize all at once. There’s nothing more I can do for her. But there are still people I can save. And she died so I could try. “I’m not a princess,” you say. “I’m the queen.” And then you stand, wiping the tears from your face with the sleeve of your gown, green like a cedar tree, like leaves of pennyroyal, like ivy. “Now take me to Castle Rising.”
YES QUEEN *I CHEER THROUGH MY TEARS* RIP NICO YOU WILL BE MISSED
“Hermana!” Alonzo booms, and you climb down from Midnight’s saddle to meet him. He embraces you, spins you around, kisses both of your cheeks without shying away from the dust or the thin stripes of dried blood left by thorns, brambles, branches. Alonzo doesn’t shy away from anything and never has. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, what happened to you? Have you been neglected this severely? Perhaps I am raising my swords against the wrong people.”
lol i love alonzo already
“I’m well,” you assure him, but you don’t sound like you are. Sir Criston dismounts and tethers both horses to a nearby post. Midnight has at last developed a working rapport with him. “I need to speak to Prince Aemond. Do you know where he is?”
lol midnight and criston reluctant besties
The officers disperse, gossip flitting between them like fireflies through summer night air. When only you, Aemond, Aegon, Alonzo, and Sir Criston are left in the room, Aemond’s composure cracks like glass. He runs to you, touching your face, your arms, your throat, your belly, examining you for wounds, asking over and over again if you’re alright. The others avert their attention awkwardly; Alonzo’s thick eyebrows rise so high they disappear under his mess of curls.
LMAO
“She stabbed Baela to death,” Criston says reluctantly.
“Oh God,” Aemond moans, knowing that Daemon’s wrath will now swell from a blaze to an inferno.
“Through the eye,” Criston adds, a little impressed, you think.
haha impressed dad in law
she got what she deserved... JUSTICE FOR NICO 😭🤧
You’re still trying to figure out how to tell him when Daeron strides blithely into the room, the sun peeking out from behind clouds, a constellation on a backdrop of abyss. “Your Majesty!” He greets you, beaming. He sweeps a dramatic bow. “Why, what a marvelous surprise! But what has brought you such a long way? Is Nico with you?”
And the room fills up with all the words you don’t say until the silence becomes a roar.
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP POOR DAERON AND POOR NICO THEY DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER
“I know how to fix things. How to make everything better for both us and the realm. The answer has been right there in front of us the entire time, we just never recognized it for what it was. But now I understand. And Nico helped me to see it.”
“You’re going to throw me out a window,” Aegon guesses, raising his wine cup, then cackles morbidly.
You say instead: “Navarre.”
LOL AEGON PLS
Aemond furrows his brow at you, indignant. “I’m not sending you away.”
“No. Not me.” You turn to Aegon. He gapes back, startled.
“Me?”
Aegon blinks numbly. “But I’d be alone, wouldn’t I? Everyone I’ve ever known would be here.”
“Not alone,” you say. “You’d have Sunfyre.”
He’s thinking about it, even through the haze of the wine; the wheels are spinning, the clock ticking. Then he speaks with his rare, beautiful breed of tenderness. “Who would take care of you and the baby?”
Everyone looks at the same person, at Aemond, solemn and still. He bows his head in acceptance, in assent, trying to hide how much he hungers for it like a starving man.
“Right. Of course,” Aegon mutters, but he sounds more thoughtful than bitter.
PEAK COMEDY LMAO
“Aegon,” you say, and you don’t continue until your husband meets your eyes. “If you decide to stay, I’ll stand by you with everything I’m made of. You’ll have me and the baby. I’ll be the best wife I can be to you, because that’s what I was sent here to do. England is my home now. The Greens are my home now. And you’re a piece of them. And…” You hadn’t planned to add this part, but you find that it’s true. “And I love you. Not in the way that a wife is supposed to love her husband, perhaps…but as family. As someone who I want to find happiness. You deserve that. You don’t know it yet—because no one has ever told you before—but you do.”
Aemond is silent, but he frowns down at the table, tracing infinitesimal grooves in the wood with his fingerprints. Aegon watches you with an expression you’ve never seen from him before: bewildered wonder, forbidden hope.
“You’ve never had a choice, Aegon. Not once in your life. But I’m giving you one now. Stay with us and fight to be the king…or die and become free.”
Aegon Targaryen—beaten-down shoulders, watery blue eyes, bruises on his face like smudges of ink—stares at you for a long time. And then, slowly, more dazzlingly and purely than you ever knew he could…he smiles.
okay but that pitch was WAY TOO GOOD ... aegon better choose wisely imagine if he chose to stay 😂💀
i- you sure came back with a bang and made me go through the entire spectrum of human emotions SEVERAL times once again
so much to be sad about (i mean mostly nicos death, that was brutal 😭🤧) but also so much to look forward to and be hopeful for 👀
we are on dangerous ground now cos i see the possibility of a happy ivymond ending, but its you so we can not be sure of anything till the end lol your track record is 50/50 atp and things could still go sideways... but im cautiously optimistic and hopeful ivymond will get their hea, aegon gets to live his best live in navarre and send some postcards every once in a while and all will be well... surely *nervous chucke*
Now I’m Covered In You [Chapter 8: Ante Meridiem]
Series summary: Aemond is a prince of England. You are married to his brother. The Wars of the Roses are about to begin, and you have failed to fulfill your one crucial responsibility: to give the Greens a line of legitimate heirs. Will you survive the demands of your family back in Navarre, the schemes of the Duke of Hightower, the scandals of your dissolute husband, the growing animosity of Daemon Targaryen…and your own realization of a forbidden love?
Series title is a lyric from: Ivy by Taylor Swift.
Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!
Word count: 8.1k.
Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.
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“We should hide in my rooms,” Kunigunde says. She’s already heading there, her gown—like yellow jasper, like sunset, like firelight—swishing over the wooden floor, her face flinty but unrattled. She has an aura of invincibility around her, a halo, a cool fog like steel. It’s not difficult to imagine where she gets it from. She’s the Holy Roman Emperor’s daughter, raised in a far more formal and affluent court than yours or Nico’s. The idea of anyone putting their hands on her in violence is unthinkable; the animal instinct to lash back is missing from her pure-white, righteous bones. She’s not especially afraid of Daemon. She’s inconvenienced by him—because him being here is a reminder of how you triumphed where she (thus far) has failed, of the child you carry and your consummated marriage and, surely, the fact that your death would destabilize the Greens in more ways than one—but she does not fear him. You have the impression that she sees all of this as ‘men’s business,’ unpleasant and yet ultimately existing beyond her, gold coins at the bottom of the ocean, stars high above her earth. But Kunigunde doesn’t know Daemon. She knows who he is and what he’s done, but that’s very different than knowing him.
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Going into this chapter like:
It’s okay! Ivy can’t die (just yet) she’s yet to see aemond without his eyepatch 👀😏
OK but if its not daemon, then my bet is on kuni... Honestly daemon is (inadvertently) doing more for the Greens cause than anyone else atp and killing the holy roman emrerors daughter (even accidentally) would just be the cherry on top lmao
Now I’m Covered In You [Chapter 8: Ante Meridiem]
Series summary: Aemond is a prince of England. You are married to his brother. The Wars of the Roses are about to begin, and you have failed to fulfill your one crucial responsibility: to give the Greens a line of legitimate heirs. Will you survive the demands of your family back in Navarre, the schemes of the Duke of Hightower, the scandals of your dissolute husband, the growing animosity of Daemon Targaryen…and your own realization of a forbidden love?
Series title is a lyric from: Ivy by Taylor Swift.
Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!
Word count: 8.1k.
Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.
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“We should hide in my rooms,” Kunigunde says. She’s already heading there, her gown—like yellow jasper, like sunset, like firelight—swishing over the wooden floor, her face flinty but unrattled. She has an aura of invincibility around her, a halo, a cool fog like steel. It’s not difficult to imagine where she gets it from. She’s the Holy Roman Emperor’s daughter, raised in a far more formal and affluent court than yours or Nico’s. The idea of anyone putting their hands on her in violence is unthinkable; the animal instinct to lash back is missing from her pure-white, righteous bones. She’s not especially afraid of Daemon. She’s inconvenienced by him—because him being here is a reminder of how you triumphed where she (thus far) has failed, of the child you carry and your consummated marriage and, surely, the fact that your death would destabilize the Greens in more ways than one—but she does not fear him. You have the impression that she sees all of this as ‘men’s business,’ unpleasant and yet ultimately existing beyond her, gold coins at the bottom of the ocean, stars high above her earth. But Kunigunde doesn’t know Daemon. She knows who he is and what he’s done, but that’s very different than knowing him.
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Going into this chapter like:
It's okay! Ivy can't die (just yet) she's yet to see aemond without his eyepatch 👀😏
NICIY Update: Chapter 8 Postponement
Well besties, I have good news and bad news.
The good news is that Chapter 7 is posted and we are well over halfway done with this series! NICIY will be 10 chapters total, so there are only 3 left, and they will be very eventful!!! 🥰 And by eventful I mean traumatizing!!! 🥰🥰
The bad news is that I will have to take next Sunday off from posting a new chapter. I am working on National Boards Certification (which is a way for U.S. teachers to get an extra credential/pay raise) and I will be stressing over that all next week in anticipation of the mid-May deadline. I don’t want to try to force Chapter 8 to happen simultaneously and end up not doing the story justice, so I’m officially postponing it now.
The posting schedule for the final 3 chapters will be:
Chapter 8 - May 21st
Chapter 9 - May 28th
Chapter 10 [Finale] - June 4th
Thank you so so so much for your patience and understanding, and I hope you aren’t too disappointed!! 💜
secure that bag bestie!! Take all the time you need and pls don't stress about us, we will be here waiting patiently to be traumatised even more by you🥰🥰
take care of yourself, stay hydrated, you are gonna ace this thing!!
Now I’m Covered In You [Chapter 7: Sundials]
Series summary: Aemond is a prince of England. You are married to his brother. The Wars of the Roses are about to begin, and you have failed to fulfill your one crucial responsibility: to give the Greens a line of legitimate heirs. Will you survive the demands of your family back in Navarre, the schemes of the Duke of Hightower, the scandals of your dissolute husband, the growing animosity of Daemon Targaryen…and your own realization of a forbidden love?
Series title is a lyric from: Ivy by Taylor Swift.
Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!
Word count: 6.0k.
Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.
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HE'S COMING TO TAKE AEGONS WIFE
me @ daemon: don't you dare, don't you fucking dare
Now I’m Covered In You [Chapter 6: Dawn]
Series summary: Aemond is a prince of England. You are married to his brother. The Wars of the Roses are about to begin, and you have failed to fulfill your one crucial responsibility: to give the Greens a line of legitimate heirs. Will you survive the demands of your family back in Navarre, the schemes of the Duke of Hightower, the scandals of your dissolute husband, the growing animosity of Daemon Targaryen…and your own realization of a forbidden love?
Series title is a lyric from: Ivy by Taylor Swift.
Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!
Word count: 6.4k.
Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.
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She’s worse than you could have ever imagined.
She’s dignified and graceful and courteous, stunning like an opal or a pearl, a portrait in motion. She has hushed footsteps and large bright eyes that dart around taking in every detail. You can tell she’s intelligent, everyone can tell, and that’s worse than all the rest of it; as she and Aemond stroll together through the gardens, she asks him questions about history and hunting, and then has clever retorts to his answers. Their conversation has the seamless, pacific quality of language between people who have known each other for years. It’s just like the Duke of Hightower said it would be. She is precisely the sort of woman Aemond would have chosen for himself.
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*shows up 15 mins late with starbucks an' all that*
minus the starbuck, i dont have starbucks😩
Fashion designer!Aemond Targaryen x model!reader
It was the Met Gala and so I thought why not...
Aemond is a very famous designer. Never made a bad outfit, all her stunning and gorgeous. Extremely expensive too. Everyone wants to be the ambassador or face of his brand but he only chose you. An up and coming model.
He handpicked you to run in one of his fashion shows. He is strict and wants everything to be perfect. Being one of his top models made you feel like it was all a dream. You love how dedicated and passionate he is about his work.
Your first Met Gala and there was no doubt that you were going to wear one of Aemond's amazing designs.
He would make you stand on a podium (is that the right word?) and wrap various designs of fabric around you. He prefers you over a mannequin. His hands touching you to get the right size, not that he needs to. He already knows your size and could make an outfit for you with his eyes closed.
Hours and hours of work. You spending a lot of time in his studio. No one is allowed to disturb, if someone does then they would be fired.
Aemond wants you and his design to be the best. Not only would he make the outfit himself, he would also design that jewelry and order the best stones.
Both of you getting close during the time but still trying to be professional. But it's hard to resist him, especially when his hair is tied back, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, his hand touching your body. His eyes boring into you as if he is studying your soul.
You modeling the outfit for him in private after every upgrade. Twirling for him. Posing for him. Everytime he would carefully undress you. And everytime you can feel his touch and his breath on your skin.
Both your eyes locking at each other as he takes off the necklace. Silent words and emotions filling the room.
"Perfect" that's what he said when the outfit was done. A one of a kind stunning design made just for you. He stood behind you as both of you looked at the mirror. You admiring the outfit and him admiring you until both your eyes finally met.
Aemond usually doesn't attend the gala so everyone was surprised that he accompanied you. Wearing a matching outfit but a little less extravagant. He dressed you himself and was supervising the make up till it was what he envisioned.
He stepped out of the car first. Hair open, a little bit messy but it complimented his outfit. Cold stern look.
He held out his hand and you took it before getting out of the car. Everyone's attention is on you two.
He gave you the spotlight and stood behind as you walked the carpet and gave interviews. He let you talk and explain the process of making the outfit.
You held his hand as you walked up the stairs. He knows you and his design were the best. Everyone knows it. He has achieved what he wanted. So what's the point of staying there any longer.
"We are leaving," Aemond said to you. You thought something was wrong or maybe a defect with the outfit. You know Aemond would only show off something if it's perfect. He grabbed your wrist and took you to the car.
"What's wrong?" You asked. "Nothing." The only reply he gave.
Once you got back to your room Aemond closed the door behind him. His eyes shifted from stern and cold to soft and full of emotions. His gaze made your heart beat faster. Your eyes reciprocating his silent words. He was saying everything that's in his heart but only without a sound.
Once you realize that it was not going to be easy for Aemond to take the first step you took it upon yourself. You slowly but carefully approached him, his eyes never leaving you. "I know," You softly said before kissing his lips. You didn't expect him to kiss back.
Aemond felt your soft lips brushed against his and once you pulled away he longed and lusted for more. He immediately put his hand behind your neck and pulled you back for another kiss. A deep, and more passionate one. His tongue dominating yours.
You were surprised when he didn't hesitate to rip apart the dress he spent hours and days making. He didn't care for it anymore. Now he just wanted you.
He knew he wouldn't be able to control, so he picked you up and gently put you down in bed. You were still wearing your jewelry and heels. You never looked more beautiful to him.
He kissed your thigh till his lips reached your wet folds. "So perfect. Already so wet for me," He started to pleasure you with his tongue, making your arch your back and grab his hair. Once you were close to an orgasm he pulled back and mount you.
You pulled him for a kiss testing yourself on his lips. His hands touching you, holding you close. His kisses trailed down your neck, over your jewelry and then reached your breasts. Sucking and teasing your nipples with his tongue.
"Aemond please. I need you," Your moaned. He kissed you one more time before positioning himself between your legs. First teasing you with the tip, hearing you begging and moaning before finally thrusting inside you.
"Tell me you are mine," He said as he started to fuck you. "I am yours, Aemond. Always yours," You moaned. He pressed your arms down so that you can't touch yourself and only him pleasuring you. "So perfect. So beautiful. All mine."
You two made love all night. Aemond left marks all over you and so did you on his neck and chest. You fell asleep with him still inside you.
The next morning when you woke up you were in his arms and his soft eyes were admiring you, his hand gently caressing you.
Months later he released a new collection and named it "y/n". You are his muse and his love. All designs made for you and literally designed on you.
the pawn in every lover’s game (part twelve)
Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Reader
When you’re ten, your father sends you to King’s Landing to befriend a princess and woo a prince. A lioness growing up amongst dragons is a dangerous thing indeed.
crossposted on ao3 masterlist word count: 8.2k notes: i live!!!! so sorry this chapter took so long - i got a new job, had relatives visit, my college friend visited, i saw taylor swift omg omg omg - but i’m still here working on it!! trust that it will be finished bc i have big plans for our little pack of greenies (: enjoy part one of the helaena/aegon wedding day!
Your hunger pangs wake you long before the sunrise ever does. For a few moments, you lie there, listening to the quiet sound of Helaena’s breathing. After the dinner that was more a test in restraint than anything else, you had dutifully followed the princess up to her room and, just like the pair of you had so many times as children, you had curled under the covers together, not touching but just close enough to feel each other’s heat radiating through the thick covers. As little girls, the two of you would always whisper and giggle throughout the night and you would fall asleep to Helaena eagerly lecturing you about whatever insect had caught her attention, your mind spinning with her passionate words and all the little facts and details she had learned from her books.
There had been none of that last night. Instead, the two of you had crawled into bed and, after a final prayer that you didn’t think either of you believed, had fallen asleep.
A part of you wishes you had kept her awake, that you could have made her laugh with jokes about the septas that had trailed the two of you all day or about all the ceremonies the pair of you had to perform. Maybe you could have asked her about Aemond and his unerring desire to push boundaries and your own willingness to let him, let her tease you in that kind way she always did where there was no bite to her words, no hidden meanings for you to puzzle out. Maybe you could have comforted her, maybe you could have lied and said everything would be alright.
But you hadn’t. You had slept instead.
You feel a flash of relief that you didn’t eat anything last night. That means there’s nothing to throw up.
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my husband (tpielg) has returned from war (updated) !!!!!!
hope your new job is treating you well and that you had a BLAST at the tay concert!! and thank you for taking the time to write and share this masterpiece despite all the business of rl💜
and if I check your blog multiple times a day for any news even tho I'm on the tag list that's between me and god lol
some of the highlights of the chapter (notes version) :
× Helae's prophecies👀👀👀
× Lady L missing her mum😢🤧
× Lady L, helae and alicent huddled together after helae's episode i-😭🤧❤️💔
× The Lemon cakes!! - the cheeky bastard, I luv him
× aemond toeing the line, poor lady L not even knowing where the line is anymore im- *feral noises*
× I'll always glob up any mention of vhagar, so thanks for the crumbs🤧💜
× THAT babygirl aegon and alicent moment(tm) 🥺😭🤧❤️💔
× That high septon gave me the creeps, afraid we haven't seen the last of him😥😱 *begone satan*
× but aemond noticing lady L's discomfort and casually shielding her from him? 🥵
× and lady L grabbing onto his sleeve and moving closer to him for comfort & protection😭🤧
× the warrior and his maiden💜💜💜
× Just, the whole aemond & lady L exchange at the end, but we been knew
× Helping her on the horse, grabbing her waist tighter than ever before, the golden flower, lady L tucking it into his armor, the HAND HOLDING/KISSING i-🥺
Now I’m Covered In You [Chapter 6: Dawn]
Series summary: Aemond is a prince of England. You are married to his brother. The Wars of the Roses are about to begin, and you have failed to fulfill your one crucial responsibility: to give the Greens a line of legitimate heirs. Will you survive the demands of your family back in Navarre, the schemes of the Duke of Hightower, the scandals of your dissolute husband, the growing animosity of Daemon Targaryen…and your own realization of a forbidden love?
Series title is a lyric from: Ivy by Taylor Swift.
Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!
Word count: 6.4k.
Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.
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She’s worse than you could have ever imagined.
She’s dignified and graceful and courteous, stunning like an opal or a pearl, a portrait in motion. She has hushed footsteps and large bright eyes that dart around taking in every detail. You can tell she’s intelligent, everyone can tell, and that’s worse than all the rest of it; as she and Aemond stroll together through the gardens, she asks him questions about history and hunting, and then has clever retorts to his answers. Their conversation has the seamless, pacific quality of language between people who have known each other for years. It’s just like the Duke of Hightower said it would be. She is precisely the sort of woman Aemond would have chosen for himself.
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THE EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER THAT THIS CHAPTER WAS I-
the kunimond bits were excruciating, but that ivygon exchange with soft!aegon soothed my soul, even if only for a lil while
WHEN AEMOND RUSHED INTO IVY'S CHAMBERS? FINALLY PUTTING THAT BEAR RUG TO GOOD USE? OMGGG
AEGON??!! talk about awful timing 😭
Now I’m Covered In You [Chapter 5: Bells Each Hour]
Series summary: Aemond is a prince of England. You are married to his brother. The Wars of the Roses are about to begin, and you have failed to fulfill your one crucial responsibility: to give the Greens a line of legitimate heirs. Will you survive the demands of your family back in Navarre, the schemes of the Duke of Hightower, the scandals of your dissolute husband, the growing animosity of Daemon Targaryen…and your own realization of a forbidden love?
Series title is a lyric from: Ivy by Taylor Swift.
Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!
Word count: 5.7k.
Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.
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bit late, but ya girl is back with ✨more thoughts✨
honestly its hard to pick favourites, when every chapter is so damn good, but gotta say, this one was my fave so far 💜
also let me just bask in the glory of pre-kundigunde days while i still can 😭🤧
Weeks ago, you carved four dates there in Roman numerals, infinitesimal inscriptions that you periodically trace back over so they never fade. They’re the days when you lost your children. You were permitted to keep no remnants of them, no stained cloths or recorded names. They belonged less to you than to the kingdom, and you were never allowed to forget this. All you have left are these shallow marks on a cedar tree as the world wakes up again: blossoms unraveling in the palace gardens, sprigs of jade-colored herbs piercing through cool rich earth.
Mother is possessed by conspiracies... She swears there is something wrong with the water there, or the air, or the wheat, the culprit changes by the day. She frets, you know. As she always has.
okay but mummy-navarre has got the right idea give her a couple more days and she would have probably figured it out
More than anything, I think, she misses you. Her other daughters have found happiness in their marriages, and so it is easier for her to let them go and imagine it was for the best, but you…it is a different circumstance entirely, don’t you agree? Even Father has begun reassessing the illustrious English alliance he was once so proud of. He mutters that if you are to be childless either way, you might as well be home with your family, not trapped in some far-off, gloomy, turbulent land with a degenerate husband. We’ve heard things about Prince Aegon. Father says he never would have sent you across the channel if he knew what waited for you there.
degenerate husband 😂💀 ik he aint perfect, but must you do poor egg like that lmao THATS YOUR BRO-IN-LAW PUT SOME RESPECT ON HIS NAME he can be a decent husband... sometimes... when he puts his mind to it...
I suppose what I’m trying to ask is…if the Pope would grant an annulment…if Father could work out an arrangement with King Viserys and the Duke of Hightower for you to come home again…would you want to?
ooof aemond would blow a gasket if he knew what her fam is considering
ok but i love her fam, they are so supportive and you can just feel the love FAM NAVARRE FOR THE WIN
You can’t go home; it would be a surrender, it would mean giving up any hope of a grander future. And it would mean giving up Aemond too. He’s not yours, but you can’t lose him. You feel like you can’t breathe every time you think of it.
HES NOT YOURS, BUT YOU CANT LOSE HIM I- 😭🤧
And there’s another reason why you can’t consider trying to dissolve your marriage. Not yet, anyway.
You rest your palms on your belly, vulnerable flesh beneath emerald-green silk, still at least a month away from starting to show. It’s early, very early, but by now you know the signs as well as the sounds of horses, the feel of the hilt of a sword in your grasp. It is your fifth attempt in less than two years. You have no reason to believe that this time will be different, that it will end in joy and triumph instead of ruin. Still, you suppose that anything is possible. It would be traitorous not to hope, wouldn’t it?
5th attempt in less than 2 years... LET HER REST AND GRIEVE AND GET BETTER SHES NOT A BABY MACHINE FFS
“When were you going to tell me?” Aemond demands. He comes so close he fills your vision, your air; your lungs draw in smoke and leather, work and skill, every thread of muscle fought for. “After everything, I had to overhear it from the gossip of servants?”
Oh. Oh. “I hadn’t decided how yet. I was trying not to hurt you.”
“I’m hurt that you kept it from me.”
“Aemond…” You hesitate. There’s no delicate way to say this. “I didn’t want you to have to think about that part.” His brother on top of you, inside of you, melding with you to create a new heartbeat.
“I already think about it,” Aemond replies, sharp and stabbing like thorns. “I think about it all the goddamn time.”
Now your voice is bitter too. “Well, soon it will be my turn to be so afflicted, right?”
UGHH THE ANGSSSST IM LIVING FOR IT JEALOUS AEMOND IS EVERYTHING PRAY FOR IVY THO, GIRL IS SO JELLY AND KUNI HASNT EVEN SET A FOOT IN THEIR COUNTRY...
Sometimes you find yourself wishing that her ship would sink to the bottom of the ocean or that some last-minute diplomatic squabble would go unresolved and she would be returned untouched to the Continent…but to what avail? Aemond will have to marry somebody.
...BUT WHO CAN BLAME HER?!
you dont know the amount of mental gymnastics i do, trying to figure out a way for that somebody to be ivy... but i fear chances are slim... BUT NOT IMPOSSIBLE THO!! RIGHT??!! 👀 gotta have hope they will get a hea😭🤧
Instead, all you can think about is Aemond lying with another woman and memorizing the secrets of her body until they begin showing up in his poems, hips and wrists and the bumps of her spine.
NOOOOOOOO
“You aren’t broken at all.”
You smile bleakly. “That’s kind, but I don’t think it’s true.”
“Believe me, I’d know. Brokenness and I are well-acquainted.”
And you wonder before you can stop yourself: What does he look like under his eyepatch? How exactly did it happen? Does it still pain him, does it enrage him? Does it make his hands ache for vengeance?
OK BUT CANT WAIT TILL AEMOND REVEALS ALL OF HIMSELF TO IVY i imagine it can be a part of him only ivy gets to see, for her eyes only and wife or no wife, kunigunde will never know her hubby the way ivy does 👀
“You’ll have children,” Aemond insists, forever so sure of something that feels impossible.
love his conviction and how he keeps reassuring her
“You should have been the heir. Maybe this is how it happens. I’ll remain childless and Aegon will drink himself to death, and then you and your sons with Kunigunde will inherit the throne.”
He swings and you block, his blade clashing with yours once, twice, again, driving you backwards until you are pinned against the cedar tree. “I don’t want it that way,” Aemond pants from the effort, your swords locked together above your heads. “Not if it requires your sacrifice.”
NOT IF IT REQUIRES YOUR SACRIFICE also aemond pinning ivy to the tree, panting from the effort, swords locked? HOT
You want his long hair knotted in your fists, you want his hands on your bare skin, you want his tongue and his heat and his moans. But you have to be careful, so very careful. To be discovered sparring would be bad, but to be branded as adulterers would be far, far worse. For Aemond it would likely mean banishment. For you it would mean death by beheading or burning; only the king could commute the sentence. Rhaenyra would not persuade him to have mercy. And hers is the only voice you are confident Viserys would hear.
gotta love the double standard huh... men get away with a lil banishment, but the women get to die in awful ways...
too bad ivy doesnt have rhaenyras i can do whatever i want tm card
“Ivy,” Aemond whispers, a name that only he will ever call you. For a second, and only one, his palm skates weightlessly down your belly. You hear the distant chimes of the Tower of London, bells each hour, and it’s strange how so much time can pass without changing the heart at all. “I wish everything was different. I wish it was mine and you were too.”
DONT WE ALL 😭🤧 HE CALLED HER IVY AND THE SOFT CARESS OF HER BELLY SCREAMIIIING
He is mindful not to appear too familiar within sight of the court, but there are small gestures that he cannot seem to purge himself of: a hand on the curve of your back as you ascend stairs, shoulders and elbows that push others away if they inadvertently jostle you, glances to decipher the mood of your face. He signals to a servant and they scuttle over to bring you a cup of apple cider, cool and crisp and sweet.
THE FAMILIARITY, ALL THOSE LIL GESTURES THE WAY HES SO ATTUNED TO IVY AND THE WAY HE MAKES SURE SHES OKAY I- 🥺😭🤧 ... aaand then thers the fuckin poison cider
...the Montford patriarchs. They wear serene, confident smiles. They’ve named Joanna’s white-haired bastard Aegon—not very subtle—and are basking in their recent procurement of titles, land, and influence. Already you’ve overheard the idea proposed, more than once and by various nobles: your marriage could be annulled, Joanna wed to Prince Aegon in your place, her son retroactively legitimized.
ok but isnt it curious that daemon makes sure ivys kids die, but he doesnt bother to take care of aegons possible bastards ...like if the aim is to leave aegon without heirs... no kids vs no legitimate kids are not the same 👀
like ok they are bastards and all, but if the situation is dire enough... a son is a son, he can be legitimised and in any case, their blood is right and if theres no one else people will rally behind a bastard too
The plan is certainly not without its own obstacles, but the Duke seems to be intrigued by it. Your husband will not entertain putting you aside. When the notion surfaces in his presence—like a shimmering fish from the depths of a pond—Aegon walks right out of the room.
otto is still the worst, but we been knew props to aegon for doing the bare minimum, you go king
Aemond’s face goes dark, goes defiant. “You cannot put it all on her shoulders.”
The Duke of Hightower grins arrogantly; he’s caught him in the perfect trap. “But it’s not all on her, Prince Aemond. Within a week you’ll be sharing that burden. Making it lighter, even.”
love aemond standing up for ivy ...not so much the way the convo ended and otto having the last word
Aemond walks you to your rooms and stays there with you. You embroider pillows as he reads to you—a book about Aegon I’s Conquest in 1066—in a voice that is soft and low and secretive. Nico and Daeron join you both for dinner, and then you and Aemond are alone again.
they are so domestic, i love it i worried kunis arrival would ruin it, but as it stands they will be too busy warring, so probably not much time to sit around the fire, no matter how tempting 😭🤧
“I know, I know. I remember.” Aegon falls down onto the bearskin rug and slings his arms around your waist, burrowing into you. He rests his head on your chest, white-blond hair unruly and tangled. After a moment—long enough to recover from the shock of it—you hold him, tolerantly and sympathetically, like a wife should. Aemond leaves the room, river-blue eye downcast. Aegon doesn’t seem to notice. He sighs contently as you run your fingers through his hair, as your palms trace his back over his plain white shirt. There are red splotches on it, some of them wine, some blood; there are tacky streaks of it around his nose. He’s never done this before. He’s never sought you out for contact that was pure like this, without directives, without prizes to be won.
SCREAMIIIIING EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SCENE IS- THE WAY POOR AEMOND RETREATS AEGON GOING STRAIGHT TO HIS WIFEY AND CLINGING TO HER FOR COMFORT AND IVY PROVIDING SAID COMFORT, AFTER SHE GETS OVER THE SHOCK I-
NO BUT I CANT HELP BUT LOVE EGG EVEN AT HIS WORST, MOST PATHETIC, SO WHAT DO YOU THINK IT DOES TO ME WHEN HE IS BEING SO SOFT??!!
BUT POOR AEMOND BUT SOFT AEGON HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE ???!!!
NO BUT HONESTLY YOU WRITE MY BOYS SO SO SO WELL, EVERY FIC ITS A STRUGGLE I CANT CHOOSE, IM ALWAYS LIKE
istg i need you to write a reader that ends up in a nice throuple with both of her dragon boys COS I CANT CHOOSE lmao 😂💀
Jace, Luke, Baela, and Rhaena. Four against one. I don’t know much about math, but that doesn’t sound even to me. Aemond was a lot smaller then. He hadn’t gotten tough and mean yet. I’ve never been clear on who said what first, but eventually he was calling Rhaenyra’s sons bastards and they were calling him a worthless spare, unnecessary and unloved, at least in the king’s eyes. Neither of them were wrong, by the way. Aemond grabbed a rock. Luke had a knife.
those kids are nastyyy
“All my fault,” Aegon says again, clutching you tighter.
“I’m sure he knows you didn’t mean him any harm.”
“He’s disgusted by me. They all are. Because I’m not suited to be king and never will be.” His voice is clotted with wine, shame, self-loathing. “I never asked to be built of disappointments. I didn’t choose to be this way.”
“You’ll make a fine king, Aegon,” you tell him, because you’re supposed to.
ohhh aegon hun 😭🤧
You comb your fingers through his hair, shorter than any other grown Targaryen’s; he doesn’t want their name, their legacy, their looming war. “I don’t think you had anything to do with the miscarriages. I think there’s something wrong with me.”
“I want to be better this time,” he says, peering hazily up at you and placing one hand protectively over your belly. “A better husband, a better man. For both of you.”
no but he says that, but then when shit hits the fan the next day and he should be there for ivy WHERE IS HE... oh the irony e n way its a WIP lol
also the way ivy is playing with his hair- Follow🥺😭🤧
You wish you could feel relief, feel joy, even a whisper of it. Instead, all you can think about is Aemond: his face, his voice, his hands. If I have to watch him touch another woman, I’ll never be able to get it out of my mind. If I have to watch him fall in love with her, it will kill me.
ivy 🤝 me : not being emotionally prepared to see aemond with another woman
“I’m thrilled to hear how well you’re getting along with your husband. He stayed all night, from what I gather. The servants are buzzing with it. The Montfords are licking their wounds.”
“Are you delusional enough to believe that I have any say at all in where he spends his time—?”
“I saw you,” Aemond snaps viciously. “You weren’t just being civil. You comforted him, you had your hands all over him—”
You grab Aemond by the front of his tunic and yank him in close so you can hiss: “And where are your hands going to be once you marry the Holy Roman Emperor’s daughter? I have a few ideas. Would you like to confirm them? And things besides your hands as well, I imagine.”
i can only repeat myself: IM LIVING FOR JELLY AEMOND and ivy is def trying to one up him in the jelly department
no but im loving jealous!ivymond but somehow aemond being jelly of ivygon is more fun, while ivy being jelly of ...dare i say it? kunimond (lmao it doesnt even sound right 💀) just HURTS
must be cos i love egg and can get behind ivygon in a way that i just cant with aemond x anyone else 😭🤧
“What do you want from me?!” you whisper fiercely, burying it in him like a knife. “You expect me to sabotage my entire life, to reject my husband and neglect my responsibilities so that you never have to be inconvenienced, so that you never have to experience any pain—!”
“Pain?! That’s a kind word for it, it’s agony, it’s fucking impossible—”
Aemond throws open the door to your rooms. Inside, a servant is fixing you a cup of apple cider…and sprinkling the contents of a tiny silk pouch into it. When he sees you and Aemond, he shoves the pouch into his shirt and scurries away.
“Wait!” Aemond commands. The servant starts sprinting. “Don’t drink that,” Aemond tells you, pointing at the cup, then takes off after the servant. He catches him in your bedchamber, hurls him against a wall, and snatches the pouch from inside his shirt. “What the hell is this?”
BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SCENE SINCE CHAPTER ONE not to gloat too much lol BUT I DO GET RIDICULOUSLY PLEASED WHEN I GET THINGS RIGHT
AND THE REVEAL COULDNT HAVE BEEN BETTER AEMOND CATCHING THEM REDHANDED? 10/10
“An herb?” King Viserys says blandly. “Have you asked the servant himself? Surely there is a logical explanation—”
“I want it identified,” Aemond repeats. “Now.”
There is chatter from the observers, which is exactly what Aemond wants. They serve as witnesses, as assurance that his accusations will be heard. You wonder where Aegon is; drunk and oblivious somewhere, probably.
the fact that he knows he needs an audience just to get taken seriously, and even then he gets the bare minimum... Viserys theres a special place reserved for you in hell i just know it
Daemon drifts close to you, clipping by like a comet. “Do you think wearing Green all the time now will miraculously make you one of them? Not until you’ve paid your debts, I think. And women have been known to die in childbirth. Just ask our dear Alicent over there. She owes all her…” His mouth twists cruelly around the word. “Fortune to the late Queen Aemma.”
ok when i first read this i was like, WHAT DEBTS DAEMON?! but i realised he meant not until shes given them an heir duh still it all just feels terribly personal... cant wait to find out why d has it out for ivy like this... rhae said its not personal, but im inclined to call bs on that... it feels like a bit of a personal vendetta, but if ivy did anything to d that should warrant such treatment surely she would know... so i even entertained the idea that d had a run in with mama/papa navarre in the past and hes taking it out on their kid or sth... or maybe he just cant take that ivy is a strong woman, who doesnt take his shit lying down... or hes just simply being his awful self idk the possibilities are endless !!!
“It is so wise of you to always dress for a funeral, Prince Daemon,” you say. “You’ll be prepared for your own when it imminently arrives.”
Daemon’s grin doesn’t disappear, but it turns harder, more jagged.
ok but ivy and daemons verbal sparring is the best especially when ivy has the last word and given the state of things, i wouldnt be surprised if verbal sparring wouldnt be the only type of sparring they do 👀 cant wait to see ivy cut that bitch
“This is utter paranoia,” Rhaenyra complains, keeping Jace and Luke close to her; but she steals an uneasy glimpse of Daemon.
you cant tell me she didnt know what daemon was up to at best she suspected sth, but wilfully turned a blind eye, which is just as bad, but also she aint stupid so..
“They’re always so eager to cast themselves as victims, aren’t they, Mother?” Jace says.
someone shut this bitch up pls
“And isn’t that the proper punishment for treason?” Baela says smugly. “To lose one’s life?”
“You’re about to lose your fucking life!” Daeron dives for her.
DAERON REALLY SAID YOU ARE ABOUT TO CATCH THESE HANDS
“You’re about to lose your fucking life!” Daeron dives for her. Baela howls and scratches at him as Sir Criston leaps in to try to untangle them. Daemon grabs Daeron by the throat and lifts him off the ground; Daeron’s feet kick wildly, his face turning blue. Sir Criston draws his sword. Nico races into the melee, slamming both palms into Daemon’s chest with such force that she stuns him enough to drop Daeron, who falls gasping to the floor. Sir Criston drags him to safety. People are yelling, launching accusations and swears. The king is doubled over hacking.
“You bitch,” Daemon growls at Nico, and rips his sword from its scabbard as he towers over her.
OK BUT MY HOMEGIRL NICO STANDING UP TO DAEMON TO PROTECT HER FUTURE HUBBY? WHAT A QUEEN
Without thinking, you rush to defend Nico. Aemond’s arms close around you and pull you back. He murmurs through your hair as you battle him: “No, no, no, no.” And then you remember. The baby. I can’t do anything to hurt the baby. And you feel a sudden, overwhelming longing to protect this life, to meet this child, an attachment you didn’t think you were capable of experiencing again.
IVY IMMEDIATELY GOING TO DEFEND NICO AND AEMOND PULLING HER BACK PROTECTING THE BABY I- 🥺😭🤧
You’ve never had need of a plant known to encourage a woman’s monthly blood. Since you’ve arrived in England, you’ve bled far too much. All those months of longing, hope, loss. All those taunts and whispers and rebukes and pieces of fruitless advice.
When the words finally tumble from your lips, they are faint and very small, almost childlike. “It wasn’t my fault?”
ive said this already but ivys small it wasnt my fault FUCKING OBLITERATED ME SHE NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED AT ALL COST OKAY
Aemond releases you and tears his sword free, holding it to the petrified servant’s throat. “I want him dead,” Aemond seethes, wrath like wildfire, like Plague. “I want him drawn and quartered, I want him awake when they disembowel him, I want him to feel everything. But first I want him racked until he reveals who paid him to commit this barbarism. I want to listen as his bones rip from their sockets.” He turns to Daemon, his blue eye blazing, manic. “And I suspect I know whose name he’ll scream at the end.”
FERAL WRATHFUL AEMOND LETS FUCKING GO
“Dear God,” the Duke of Hightower says, gazing at you in guilt-laden horror. His hands come up to cover his gaping mouth.
you better change your attitude to ivy now old man and start treating her right
This is a baseless accusation!” Daemon snarls derisively.
“Do you have any proof that Daemon is responsible?” the king asks Aemond.
“There’s no proof,” Rhaenyra says, looking to the king. “You hear them, don’t you, Father? They have insults but no proof. They mean to use this treachery as an opportunity to destroy us.”
“There’s no proof,” Daemon says again, and they all join him in a chorus, Rhaenyra, Jace, Luke, Baela, Rhaena: no proof, no proof, no proof.
The king shakes his head at Aemond. “Your lifelong hatred for Rhaenyra’s branch of the family has blinded you—”
OK BUT THEY CAN ALL CHOKE
“They could have killed her!” Aemond thunders, and there are tears of raw fury gleaming in his eyes. “Don’t you understand?! It wasn’t just the pregnancies, she could have hemorrhaged, she could have died, they risked her life to try to keep Aegon from the throne—”
SCREAMING THE TEARS OF RAW FURY IN HIS EYES ???!!!
“You had no wrath when my eye was taken from me, Father,” Aemond says. “You felt no obligation to protect your son or your wife from the bloody consequences Rhaenyra’s pride. All those years ago you let her believe she was invincible and now we are all forced to reap the aftermath. Surely you must feel outrage for the grandchildren this has cost you, for the inhuman crimes committed against the princess. She is your family, Father. Aegon is your family. I am your family. Don’t you recognize us at all?”
so glad he got the opportunity to get it all off his chest and tell it to viserys face... not like he gives a damn, but still
Daemon stalks towards him like a wolf, each step slow and calculated. “She’s your brother’s wife, Aemond. Not yours.”
“I haven’t forgotten.”
“Oh, haven’t you?” A hellish grin lights up Daemon’s face like the red flush of fever. “Tell me, how did it feel lying awake all those nights, staring up at the ceiling in your cold, lonely bed, knowing that your worthless brother was sinking himself into her again, and again, and again, and all that time he didn’t…even…appreciate it?”
OH ITS ON YOU MF 😡🤬
You are the only one who doesn’t make a sound. In your skull circles the same refrain like the ring of a full moon, like the cyclic chiming of bells: They did this to me. They did this to me. They did this to me.
ivy revenge era incoming the blacks wont know what hit 'em 💅
In the midst of the chaos, the king lurches off his throne and collapses to the floor. Blacks and Greens alike descend upon him. Daemon cradles him in his arms, Alicent is sobbing, the Duke of Hightower is feeling the temperature of the king’s face and neck, Daeron is franticly trying to rouse him.
And even as he plummets into unconsciousness from which he will never recover, the king reaches only for Rhaenyra.
leave it to viserys to die at the most inconvenient of times...🙄 smh guess he would rather die, than face the truth huh
So in an attempt to predict how all the NICIY events will go down I googled the real Kunigunde and she had 7 kids irl, SHE BETTER NOT HAVE THOSE 7 KIDS WITH AEMOND, MAGGIE PLZZZZ I'M BEGGING 😭😭😭😭
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