[aemondluvbot]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌

✧ ⸺ hello, i am valyria (she/her), mid-twenties, aemond targaryen lovebot ♡︎

✧ ⸺ i reblog and write fanfiction that is nsfw. this blog is 18+ only. minors do not interact

✧ ⸺ this is a sideblog so unfortunately i cannot follow back and i don't wish to reveal my main

✧ ⸺ i talk about house of the dragon and game of thrones (currently rewatching)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

✧ ⸺ the dragon and the sparrow: one. two.

blurbs: late night lessons burning

[aemondluvbot]

oh that second season just… did not hit…

i think the battle of rook’s rest might be the only episode i genuinely enjoyed!! everyone’s character arc has felt so abrupt and confusing. aemond has gone from being the calm, collected, cunning prince to being an absolutely power hungry mad cunt (thanks aegon)

aegon has gone from being a petulant child who was never ready for the throne to ?????

allicent was barely even there so we’re just supposed to accept her character arc because the writers said so

jace is ????? (extremely incel core sorry)

daemon was fine i guess whatever

daenerys COMFIRMED to be the prince that was promised fuck yeah i have always known

stark banners for three whole seconds but i did lose my shit <33

very interested to see where the story with sheepstealer goes

i genuinely don’t trust ulf it feels like it’s all for shits and giggles for him and he’s going to fuck up very badly

that’s all i think i am quite underwhelmed rn :/

[aemondluvbot]

also i forgot about cole’s existence until he popped up in the finale…

[aemondluvbot]

oh that second season just… did not hit…

i think the battle of rook’s rest might be the only episode i genuinely enjoyed!! everyone’s character arc has felt so abrupt and confusing. aemond has gone from being the calm, collected, cunning prince to being an absolutely power hungry mad cunt (thanks aegon)

aegon has gone from being a petulant child who was never ready for the throne to ?????

allicent was barely even there so we’re just supposed to accept her character arc because the writers said so

jace is ????? (extremely incel core sorry)

daemon was fine i guess whatever

daenerys COMFIRMED to be the prince that was promised fuck yeah i have always known

stark banners for three whole seconds but i did lose my shit <33

very interested to see where the story with sheepstealer goes

i genuinely don’t trust ulf it feels like it’s all for shits and giggles for him and he’s going to fuck up very badly

that’s all i think i am quite underwhelmed rn :/

[sunflowersteves]

i also love that the show runners said “no dany IS the Prince that was promised fuck you GoT”

[goldcrescent]

Rip Jaime Lannister you would have loved to practice diplomacy by getting a traumatic brain injury from fist fighting the tallest blonde woman in Essos but the fates picked Tyland, who hates it so so bad

[rhaenyrathecruell]

“Aegon the realm’s delight” is the saddest line ever. Aegon wants to be a daughter so bad. To be coddled and gazed upon with love and affection rather than distain and fear. Rhaenyra wishes to be a son. She wants the loyalty everyone has to be unwavering. She wants to be feared and respected like a man. They are truly two sides of the same coin.

[aemondluvbot]

top five facts about yourself you would tell new people to help them get to know you better ? <3

oh!! this is fun!

i speak 4 languages (which is not that odd considering im indian and grew up speaking 3 + learned german later in life)

i just got engaged yesterday haha (the first of august)

i absolutely love playing video games and the zelda franchise is easily in my top 3

i can play the piano fairly well but i would like to own one ideally so i could practice more

i am weirdly obsessed with spreadsheets they’re so much fucking fun to make and fill

thanks for asking!!! ♡︎

— v

[hoosbandewan]

EWAN MITCHELL as AEMOND TARGARYEN House of the Dragon S2E6 - "Smallfolk"

[aemond]

AEMOND TARGARYEN in House of the Dragon 1.08: “The Lord of the Tides”

[aemondluvbot]

aemond targaryen may be a war criminal but i 100% think he is also a cat person

[adreamemporium]

PRINCE AEMOND TARGARYEN :: Then the storm broke and the dragons danced…

[aemondluvbot]

this frame always makes me giggle so much like look this and tell me it doesn't look like an ad for erectile dysfunction medication

[amuelia]

"What are you saying? My brother would murder me? Take my crown?" - HotD s1e1

"'Tis I the younger brother who studies history and philosophy, it is I who trains with the sword, who rides the largest dragon in the world. It is I who should be - " - HotD s1e9

Loved seeing posts and discussion about the parallels between these scenes... Daemon & Viserys are my favourite dynamic in the series and i thought the escalation of Aegon and Aemonds dynamic in the latest episodes was amazing, so I'm excited to see where this season leads

[theoneeyedprince-deactivated202]

Aemond catching onto Larys’ bullshit and calling him a “toad” was not only hilarious but also so satisfying lmao He’s neither Viserys or Aegon. They can’t control or manipulate him in any way so it seems.

[still-asunbeam]

i'm gonna hunt this man down and get him boypregnant seahorse style

[schaefschaef]

girls be like “my little princess” and it’s a grown man

[aemondluvbot]

𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘

✧ ⸺ aemond x reader︱a “the dragon and the sparrow” blurb

𝔞. 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: i have always genuinely adored the scenes in acotar where rhys teaches feyre how to read so this is very much inspired by that

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: allusions to smut but nothing on page for this one, innuendo, nudity, fluff apart from that

“aeg…aegon the con…conc…” you groan in frustration, the words dancing in front of you eyes—elusive and more difficult than they have any right to be. 

“conqueror,” aemond corrects gently, brushing his knuckles up and down your bare shoulders as you sit between his legs, the giant tome in your hands. it’s much past your bedtime, the hour of the bat, and yet you’re determined… determined to show him that you can make progress, you can learn. 

it’s been a challenging few weeks, but you want to show him you’re worth teaching, a good student. 

“aegon the conqueror,” you repeat, a little more confident, “was the f-feerst…?”

“first,” the prince corrects you again, laughing softly when you huff and slam the book shut. “come on little sparrow, you can’t give up just yet.”

“i’ve been trying!” you whine. and it’s true, every spare minute you have between washing linens and mopping floors and boiling water for baths, you sneak in quick peeks at the loose pages aemond has been giving you. more often than not, it’s history lessons—targaryen history and stories from all seven kingdoms, histories of dragons and lands beyond the narrow sea. 

anything and everything that’s challenging for you. anything and everything for you to learn how to read. 

“i know you have been, my sweet,” the prince placates you a little, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. 

just hours ago you were tossing between the sheets, lost in the throes of ecstasy, and now here you are… frustrated beyond belief and still on the first page of this newest lesson. 

“open the book,” he says. it’s an order, more like, one you shouldn’t refuse. still you grumble a little, making him chuckle again. “go on…”

you clear your throat, a little dramatic. “aegon the con…queror… the conqueror was the… first l-lord of the sev…en kingdoam…kingdoms,” you pause, breaking apart several times and repeating words until they feel familiar on your tongue. until the letters make a little more sense than before. “and king on… the irun—”

“iron.”

“iron th…throne.” 

“very good,” aemond praises, turning your face to him so he can give you a kiss as reward. 

this has been the routine for a few weeks now—he fucks you to within an inch of your life and then makes you sit between his legs, a book in your hands, making you read the words out loud to him. the kisses are your favourite reward, as much a treat for you as it is for him. 

“this is so dull,” you whine again, in a difficult mood tonight. 

aemond hums. “you think my ancestor, aegon the conqueror, is dull?” 

you gasp, realising what just came out of your mouth in front of the prince when you feel a pinch on your hip, making you half-yelp half-giggle. his mouth hovers just above your ear, kissing the shell and the lobe and then your jaw. 

“i think i agree with you,” he whispers, making you giggle a little more. “should we get a new book then?”

“mm-hmm,” you nod, “you told me once you had a book on vhagar for me. i’d like that one, my prince.” 

wordlessly, aemond leaves the bed, taking the book in your hands away with him. you instantly miss the warmth of his body, of the feel of his skin against yours. but you can’t complain too much about it, not when he's right there in front of you, gloriously naked and searching for the book you requested. 

“a lot of big words in this one,” aemond warns while you salivate over his backside. you have a sneaking suspicion he’s taking longer than necessary, standing right there for a few more moments just for your viewing pleasure. 

“i’m quite good with big things, my prince,” you answer, rather coy. 

“are you now?” aemond turns sideways, his little smirk now half-visible. “that mouth of yours will get you in trouble some day, little sparrow.”

it’s not a threat, not even close. and yet it sends a tendril of thrill down your spine and straight to your core. “i look forward to that day, my prince.” 

his smirk turns into a smile, but the prince chooses not to answer, pulling the book down from a high shelf instead. once he’s back in bed you slot yourself back between his legs, comfortable and snug. 

the book looks just as old as the others, leather-bound and its pages yellowing, but the illustration on the front page is all too familiar. for a moment you close your eyes and think of the wind rushing through your hair, think of the prince’s arms around you much like they are now. 

“shall we begin?” he nudges and you nod, turning to the first page. 

you begin much like before—struggling with the words and repeating them until they come a little more easily. aemond corrects much like before too, gently guiding you over the more difficult ones, praising with kisses and soft touches when you get them right. it’s only after the first page that you turn to him in curiosity. 

“can i ask something, my prince?”

he hums, busy stroking his fingers through your hair, and you take that as a yes. 

“how did you get her? vhagar… she’s centuries older than you and so much bigger. you can’t have had her as an egg in your cradle.”

“i didn’t,” he answers, closing his eyes perhaps to reminisce the day you’d asked about, stroking your head still. “i was just a boy, ten years of age… and she was riderless.”

“you were ten?” your voice drips with incredulity, not doubting him, never doubting him. when you close your eyes you can picture it so clearly—a small boy of ten, silver hair down to his shoulders, approaching a dragon hundreds of times his size.

“do you not believe me, little sparrow?” aemond teases. 

“i’d never doubt you,” you respond. “what did you say to her?”

“i said, ‘dohaerās, vhagar! lykirī,’ and she let me climb her,” the prince explains, dramatising the familiar words you’d heard him speak in high valyrian just a few weeks ago. 

“you told her to… to… serve, and… be calm?”

“look at you, little sparrow,” aemond swoops down, capturing your lips in his for a deep lingering kiss that has heat coiling in your belly again. rather possessively, you grab his face in your hands, deepening the kiss, relishing the feel of his mouth on yours until he’s the one to break it. 

“you can learn high valyrian—” another small peck on your lips “—once you’ve mastered the common tongue. until then…” his arms loop around you again, putting the book back in your lap to the page it was on before, and tapping the page with his finger. 

you intertwine your fingers with his, kissing the back of his hand. “if that’s what my prince commands…” 

and then you begin all over again. 

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱: @uhnanix