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lya-dustin · 3 months

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The Bedding

Cw: awkward sex, uncle/niece incest, superstitions regarding sex, lack of privacy slightly smutty

Westrosi bedding ceremony meets irl medieval ceremony

Aemond x Laenor’s Daughter!reader

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It had seemed like a perfectly good idea then.

With Rhaenyra’s eldest and only trueborn daughter as his betrothed and he now king after the disastrous battle of Rook’s Rest, it would remind everyone your remaining brothers were not true Velaryons and erase any doubt that whatever child he sires on you are legitimate.

The unlikely king had not accounted for the other traditions that went beyond undressing the bride and groom and having the High Septon bless the bridal bed.

He assumed the worst would be you flinching when he touches you while being forced into marrying him after he killed your brother and yet that pales to this.

“You must not ejaculate until you have reached a hundred thrusts, her grace must reach her climax within that time and your grace must make sure to remain standing during intercourse or else the babe will be female.” The maester who specializes in fertility orders him after having him inspect his manhood for any abnormalities.

It is a small comfort to know a midwife and his mother are merely giving you advice on the matter.

“I don’t think that is a proven thing, maester.” Cole looks almost as puzzled as Aemond at the strange orders he is being given.

“And how would you know, Lord Commander, did you receive a better education on the Dornish Marches?” the maester, a reach lord with a visceral disgust at anything Dornish throws back thinking the Lord Hand and Lord Commander of the Kingsguard would cower before him.

Most in court cannot accept the son of a Dornish Steward and a servant girl could take the place of Ser Otto Hightower, and yet Aemond refused to give him back his pin and office.

“Because unlike you, he has bedded women.” Aemond retorted in annoyance. “Let’s get this over with.”

He can hardly compliment you or even remove your shift to give you a proper wedding night with his mother, his grandsire, Criston and the Maesters hovering just over his shoulder.

His mother is brought some tea and sits behind a screen with the witnesses. Well, all except for the Maester who is kept from interfering by Criston.

Criston who had tried to impart his wisdom in the carnal arts by bringing in a whore yesterday evening and having her educate Aemond.

It wasn’t the same thing as this and no matter how much Aemond tries to make this pleasurable for you, you look uncomfortable, as if this was an unwanted chore.

“You may touch me, if you like.” You say and turn to look elsewhere and ignore his grandsire and his mother talking about the weather behind the screen.

He has done this before, touched you without spoiling your virtue and but then you showed some animation. The memory of how you used to sigh with pleasure as he lets a hand roam under your shift is a stark contrast to how you just lie there looking bored.

But the way your warm skin react to his touch, as awkward this all is, manages to betray you.

He’s lost count of his thrusting as you bite your lip when he begins to toy with your button like he’d done that last time before it all went to the seventh hell.

You try, and yet the tell tale signs of your enjoyment begin to peak out from your cool façade.

“Increase pressure in your thrusts after 70.” The Maester says and Aemond almost ignores it as he focused on making you come undone.

You shut your eyes and a low moan escapes you when he goes deeper into you and repeating the action until your fist bunched up the linen sheets you lay on.

His own pleasure builds up knowing he’s gotten you to forget your newfound loathing for him even for this moment.

He wants to lay in the bed with you, to take off your clothes and kick off his trousers and tell everyone else to fuck off and leave the room. Just the idea of fucking you in peace has him going mad.

“Gods, Aemond.” You almost cry as your body surrenders itself to the pleasure and he grows bold enough to ignore the audience behind him.

It doesn’t take long for him to climax even as the maester tries to stop him from coming before the final ten thrusts.

“My only consolation is that you too didn’t follow their advice.” You say as he rolls off you to lie beside you in bed.

“What was yours?” he asks reaching out to hold your hand, this time you don’t flinch.

“To lie back and think of Westeros.”

#aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!reader #aemond x reader #smut-ish #ewan mitchell

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christophernolan · 1 year

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#house of the dragon #hotdedit #dailyhotdgifs #targaryensource #gameofthornesdaily #userzoya #userbecca #userneve #arthurpendragonns #ughmerlin #rhaenyra targaryen #lucerys velaryon #viserys targaryen #aemma velaryon #harwin strong #alicent hightower #gifs #*

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meraxesmoon · 19 days

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Of Dragons and Oaths

Chapter One: Driftmark

Chapter Summary: Being the first child and only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Aemma Velaryon has to navigate being her mother's heir while also protecting her brothers and herself from the rumors of being bastards, as well as being a wife and mother.

part one | part two | part three | part four

The gardens in Kings Landing were Aemma's favorite, mostly because no one was ever there... and it was quiet. The royal family was chaotic sometimes, full of fake smiles and forced civility. The young princess was tired of such things, and her only escape was her dragon or the gardens. Mother had banned her from riding her dragon until her wrist healed completely - she and Nightdreamer had taken an accidental tumble while flying, so the gardens it was. The sky had been clear earlier, but now it was raining, heavy drops of condensation hitting the ground and flowers with a certain ferocity. Aemma finds herself wondering why Mother Nature was so angry today.

Aemma sits at the gazebo, watching the rain with interested eyes. She then catches sight of someone walking towards the gazebo, getting themselves soaked in the process. She realizes that this person is none other than her father, Ser Laenor Velaryon. "Father? What are you doing?" Aemma finds herself shooting up from her seat, rushing to the entrance where her father meets her halfway. "You'll catch a cold, and then Mother will be angry!" She pauses before looking at him with wide eyes. "Why on earth didn't you grab an umbrella?" Laenor simply laughs, using his wet hand to wipe away the rain from his face, not doing a very good job at it. "You don't think very well sometimes, father," Aemma says as she pokes Laenor with the tip of her umbrella.

"Your mother wishes for you to return to the castle, she fears you may come down with something being in this rain," Laenor says as he grabs the umbrella from his daughter, and she shrugs her cover on as they walk back into the rain, this time being covered from the rain. "She worries about you; she seems to think that you've been distant lately." They are greeted by Ser Criston as they reach the door that leads inside, the knight looking a little perplexed at their arrival. Laenor nods at Cole in a friendly manner, but it is not returned. "You should not be out in this wretched weather, princess," Ser Cole says as he looks at the young girl.

Aemma reached for her father's arm, smiling at Cole as she explains that she has her father to protect her from the wicked gods of sickness.

"Quite, now you'll have to excuse us, Princess Rhaenyra is expecting us." Laenor squeezes his daughter's hand as he walks away from Criston toward the King's bedroom. This is where Rhaenyra dwelled, spending some personal time with her father as he worked on his figures. Aemma enjoyed coming here as well, as she was rather close to her grandfather.

Once they enter the room, Aemma is met with the sight of her mother, holding a little bundle in her arms. This must be her new sibling; she thinks as she speeds towards her mother. Not very ladylike, but she knew she'd be excused this one time.

"My Love," Rhaenyra coos at her oldest as the young princess rushes to hold her new brother. "This is your new brother, Joffrey." Rhaenyra hands her newborn son to his sister with a gentle smile on her face. Aemma had always been so good with her brothers, they were so comforting to Rhaenyra. In truth, her children saved her from a dark time in her life. Her daughter especially.

Her only precious girl.

"You look wet, darling, what's happened?" Alicent questions as she sees the water on the young girl's cheek. "She was out in the gardens, Your Grace," Laenor answers for his daughter as she holds Joffrey in her arms gently, smiling down at the new addition to her family. He was smaller than Luke was. "You'll catch a cold, Love," Rhaenyra groans from where she stands next to her father, though she could feel herself slowly giving up on the argument.

"I must tend to my children," Alicent says, obviously trying to excuse herself. "Do meet me for tea tomorrow morning, Princess." Aemma nods her head happily and hands her brother to her father before walking towards her mother.

"Are you doing well, Mother?" Aemma asks, clasping her mother's hand in her own gently. Rhaenyra smiles widely before pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead.

"I'm doing just fine, daughter."

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Driftmark was cold, the smell of salt water and the sound of crashing waves invade Aemma's ears as her dragon lands on the grainy sand. Nightdreamer was a midnight-blue dragon with silver scaling and equally silver eyes, a bad temper as well. However, she seemed to be in a lighter mood. She liked it when they were able to fly together. Nightdreamer was also a very warm dragon, like a giant blanket. Once Aemma climbs down from her dragon, the cold of Driftmark hits her like a tidal wave. Tugging at her deep burgundy cloak, she shivers as she stands next to Nightdreamer for a moment longer.

"This is your first cordial event, Dreamer, please behave yourself," Aemma smiles as she soothes her hands down Nightdreamer's warm scales, the she-dragon letting out a 'meep' sound in response. "Perhaps we can ride again after the funeral has concluded."

That made her think of her father. He was usually so bright, but the day that letter arrived...

Even Seasmoke seemed to realize the dread in the air.

"As if your mother would allow that."

The smugness in Aegon's voice made her grimace as she looked towards her uncle. Hopping off of his golden dragon, Aegon smiles cockily at Aemma as she leans on her dragon, an awkward expression taking hold of her face. Even Sunfyre seems to be mocking her, his golden tail swishing behind him excitedly. Nightdreamer and Sunfyre were around the same age, her being slightly younger, but she was longer and overall larger, and the princess had an inkling that Aegon found a bit offensive. Aemma grimaces as she looks towards Aegon, feeling unsure as she looks around for her mother.

"She would..." "Not."

Aegon was an annoying little rodent sometimes.

Despite their bickering, they ended up walking towards the funeral venue together, Helaena arriving on her dragon, Dreamfyre, not too soon after. Aegon, Helaena, and Aemma took their studies together, as they were close in age. Aemma and Helaena's personalities synced well together. Aemma was rather awkward and quiet for a daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and Helaena was... Helaena. Aegon's personality was too loud for the young princess, she often found herself being unsure and wavery around him.

That's not to say she disliked him, though.

The dragon riders were among the first to arrive, those coming in boats arriving about twenty minutes later. Aemma spent those twenty minutes with Helaena, as Aegon had already taken to his cups. Helaena, on the other hand, had found a nest of spiders she had never seen before and was trying to show it to Aemma. "I've never seen a creature with so many legs," Aemma wonders out loud. Unlike some of the other ladies at court, she wasn't particularly disgusted by Helaena's bug interests. Spiders... she was more tolerant of those.

"Aemma, come here, Sweetling," Rhaenyra approaches her daughter, looking regal and Elysian. Aemma had always marveled at her mother's beauty, she may have not been as conventionally gorgeous as other ladies, and she wasn't particularly feminine in the face, but Rhaenyra had a certain beauty to her. She looked especially good in darker colors, as she was wearing now. Aemma rises from Helaena's side and puts all attention on her mother, who immediately softens her gaze. "Would you go down to the port and fetch your brothers when the ships arrive? Driftmark is large and I fear they may get lost." Aemma agrees, and somehow Aegon ends up accompanying her.

"Your mother will be cross when she realizes that you have been drinking, Aegon," she says as they wait for the ships to pull into the harbor. Aegon had hastily finished three goblets of wine before they came to the harbor, and his cheeks were a bit flushed as he licked his lips, tasting the remnants of his beloved wine. "Yes, well, that's only if you tell." the princess rolls her eyes as the ships pull in, and the people onboard start to flee them. Several of her mother's servants leave the ship, Aemma's younger brothers bounding up to her. Luke's tiny hands were gripping onto her cloak, and she couldn't help but notice he looked a little sick. Taking little Joff from one of the servants, she smiles down at her younger brother. He was always so quick to get seasick.

The next to leave the boat was Queen Alicent and Prince Aemond, the younger boy looking solemn as he gazed at the dragons on shore.

The funeral went on to be quite the somber event, as most would expect. Aemma had stayed close to her father the entire time, watching pitifully as he mourned the death of his beloved sister. By the end of the funeral, Laenor was horrifically drunk, and she was sure that if her grandfather Corlys hadn't dragged him from the sea he'd drowned. He had disappeared somewhere after that, and Aemma was left with her grandsire, the king. This was her first time meeting her mother's uncle, Prince Daemon. She had learned about him through her grandfather and mother, but never thought she'd meet the rebellious prince. He was often away from Westeros, she had heard.

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The night had ended horrifically.

When Aemma was shuffled out of her room by her handmaiden, Althea, she watched as the queen begged for her son's justice. Aemma had come to find out that her younger brothers had attacked Prince Aemond, and his eye was detached sitting in a bowl on the table. The maimed boy had a pained expression on his face as the maester stitched his eye socket closed, and Aemma could feel something vile in the air.

Before anyone could react, Queen Alicent had acted out her revenge, slicing through Rhaenyra's arm, a shocked expression on her usually cool face. Seeing her mother being cut, Aemma rushes to her side, grabbing onto her mother's arm instinctively, warm blood coating and running down her hands. "Mother!" she could feel the panic, the flesh of her mother's arm was torn open by the blade, and it wouldn't stop bleeding. She had read in books that many could die from losing too much blood.

Gods, she thought hysterically, is this the day I lose my mother?

"I demand that the princess Aemma be brought with us back to Kings Landing, and be married to Aegon." Alicent says after a long silence, the people in the room turning their attention to her as her voice cracks, tears still spilling down her pale cheeks. The young princess freezes, watching as her mother's face is distorted into something twisted. "You will demand nothing," Rhaenyra seethes, her amethyst eyes seared with anger. Both mothers are feral, trying to protect their children. "My daughter will stay with me, on Dragonstone-" "ENOUGH OF THIS!"

Viserys, wheezing as he regards his family, motions towards Aemma. "The princess will return with us to Kings Landing, and once of age, will marry Aegon." He points to his son, who is still standing protectively over his younger brother. "That is the end of this matter."

At the end of the night, Aemma and her brothers watched as servants packed all of the young girl's things, loading them onto a ship. Readying for tomorrow's journey back to Kings Landing. The tension between Queen Alicent and Princess Rhaenyra had finally snapped, and young Aemma had been the victim of it in the end.

Before this night, she had never seen her mother cry. Rhaenyra was a strong woman, but her strength came from the love she had for her family, and now her family was being split apart. After having her arm sewed up, the heiress sits in silence as her children get their treatment from the maesters. Luke was crying hysterically, gripping onto Aemma's nightgown as she sat next to him. He seemed less concerned about his nose and more about his sister being sent away. The younger children were soon sent to bed, where they would stay until the following morning, and it was soon just Rhaenyra and her eldest child in that desolate, dark room.

Rhaenyra had fingers pressed against her temple as she sat silently, and Aemma did the same, not speaking a word as she looked at the bandages wrapped around her mother's arm. When she eventually looks up from the arm, she notices her mother shaking a bit but then realizes that tears are dripping down her mother's cheeks.

Aemma Velaryon discovered that her mother was a silent crier that night.

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Not even a week after being torn away from her parents and siblings, Aemma was brought news of her father's death. With his death, she had isolated herself away from everyone. Even little Aemond, who she had been taking care of since Driftmark, had been left to his mother and the maesters as Aemma grieved the loss of her dearest father. She took her meals inside of her room, and barely spoke for weeks on end. Aemma only ever left her room when summoned by the queen or her grandfather, both of which left her alone knowing that she needed time to herself.

The news of her mother getting remarried hadn't done the princess much good, either. The rumors spread of her mother being complicit in her father's death made Aemma sob. She didn't believe them, of course not, but the others did, and that was what mattered.

Sitting in the Sept was the only form of comfort Aemma was granted.

"Do you come often?" Alicent was suddenly beside her, her large brown eyes holding empathy and sadness. Aemma hesitates, as this woman was the reason she'd been separated from her family. Alicent had never been unkind to Aemma, and the princess recognizes everything done that night was due to the stress and tension of Aemond losing his eye. "Only recently, Your Grace. No one speaks to me while I'm here, and I need time to..." "I know," Alicent says, placing a hand on Aemma's cheek. "I'm sorry that this has all happened to you, you are undeserving of all this pain you've suffered."

For the first time, Aemma feels at peace with her situation.

this is technically a rewrite of a reader-insert I wrote, but I'm changing some things

some things I want to address, I have my own version of Aegon that I write, so this is by no means canon Aegon. on my blog I specifically refer to him as 'simp Aegon', so he's pretty different here lmao.

Since this is a rewrite, it's going to be heavily edited.

Aemma is my OC, obviously, so I will develop her as I see fit xoxo

feedback is appreciated!!!

#of dragons and oaths #aemma velaryon #yandere house of the dragon #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere aegon ii targaryen #yandere hotd #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #cw: yandere blog #cw: yandere content #cw: yandere #yandere content #yandere #kay writes

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ridhistory21 · 5 months

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The way she is my 'Aemma Velaryon'/ Strong daughter of Rhaenyra in every au😭

She would look so good with Aemond. I can imagine

#house of dragons #aemma velaryon #hotd fandom #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond x oc #aemond x fem!reader #hotd thoughts

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aemma-velaryon · 9 months

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Princess Aemma Velaryon, who was known as the 'Realm's Beauty', grew up in grace and beauty. She walked with her head held high and confidence in her step.

It is said that men from across the Realm, married or not, would vie for her hand - in awe of her beauty. In the court of the Hightower Queen, Princess Aemma stood tall.

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Thank you so much to @scalyfreaks for doing this for me! She is so beautiful, I can't stop looking at this! Thank you!

#house of the dragon #hotd #oc: aemma velaryon #aemma velaryon #house velaryon

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ladytrist · 3 months

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If you get rid of every period/fantasy film/show then what are hotd fanfic writers gonna use for their face claims and edits?

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eva-616 · 1 month

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Idea for HOD fic? Honestly I probably won’t write it but anyone can use this idea(no credit needed but please just send me link to READ) 😭

The argument was over. Jace stormed out along with Baela, Rhaena and Joffrey. Alicent stood still embarrassed of what Aegon had done. Aemma didn’t blame him, he was under pressure he didn’t even want, forced to follow a fate not for him. Sure he was annoying but their had their friendly moments, uncle and neice laughing. Alicent looked at at her old childhood friend who just clenched her jaw. Rhaenyra looked up at Alicent an emotion flashed over her eyes and she up and left the hall Daemon right behind her. Alicent stood and then followed in suit heading a different way. The only people in the room that remained were Aemma, Luke, Aemond and Helena. Helena had tears in her eye, knowing now her only friend, the girl dearest to her heart, the one that could understand her as she would go through the same as her was now going to be forced to go. Luke stood awkwardly staying close to his dear sister, clinging to her like when they were children.

“ I believe this means you must go” Helena said her voice full of sorrow. Aemma nodded her head.

“I believe so” she said quietly, she avoided looking up to not see Helena’s expression. Aemma felt a hand in her hand looking up seeing Helena reaching to grasp her other hand as well. Her thumb rubbed over her knuckles.

“I will miss you dearly” Helena said with a small smile.

“As will I” aemma spoke softly, a small comforting smile on her face. She knew what was to come, they both did but yet they still had their false hope to hold on to. Aemma just gazed at her as they both admired each other. She spoke next

“Perhaps …in another life…had I been born a boy…you and I could have..”

“Yes” helena spoke without hesitation. Surprising both Aemma and Aemond as both have not seen her be forward much before.

“Yes…you and I would be together in another lifetime” she spoke fiercely.

Aemma just stood quiet, a smile took her shocked expression and she nodded looking down bashfully. She looked up once more squeezing her hand before she let go and walked away slowly. Luke in tow. Helena went to sit by the window. Aemma stopped by Aemond looking up at him in a pleading expression. Aemond could have dropped to his knees right there, had this girl asked him for anything he would do anything to get it done, if she wanted to moon he would fly on Vaghar to get it, if she wanted the throne he would place the crown on her himself before the whole kingdom, if she wanted his heart he would carve it out himself. Seven hells he would give her his remaining eye but beg her to keep it to be able to be graced by the sight of her.

“Please take care of her” Aemma begged quietly, her eyebrows furrowed. She would not leave until he agreed. They stood still, frozen l, like if it was just the two of them alone. All he could do was a silent nod, his gaze burning her with such passion, such love. Luke saw everything and he too knew the love his Uncle has for his sister. Though he was worried, he loved his big sister too much to do anything. She protected him from almost everything. They were best friends, two halves of a whole. He admired her and appreciated her just like she did him. Had she been older she could have been seen as more of a mother. He looked down and just followed his sister out.

Aemma despite feeling so many emotion held her head high. She would do everything she can to protect her loved ones. Even if it meant her end she shall do it.

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bluemargotrobbie · 12 days

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RUN LITTLE GIRL RUN| FANFIC EDIT| AEMMA VELARYON

Aemma Velaryon ya no era la misma desde que empezó la Danza de Dragones, el dragón que había en su interior empezaba surgir de su interior.

Tenia motivos por los que luchar, era el defender a su familia, en especial a sus hermanos pequeños y que su madre en el Trono de Hierro.

Champiñón decía:" El Dragón Salvaje estaba despertando , y con ello, desataría su furia contra los verdes..."

📚: 𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 (publicado)

🖋: LunaticaBlack (wattpad)

🌎: HOTD

💌: Aemond, Aegon T& Cregan Stark

👤: Aemma Velaryon

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girly-blogging · 2 years

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“Aemma holds the dragonglass necklace and wishes to throw it from her window. It is an ugly thing, sharp and black.

Aemond’s kindness is foreign. She doesn’t know what to make of it. Is it a fraud to get into her bed? Is it a ploy to get her to do their bidding? She doesn’t know.

His desire was not just desire, that she is sure. His heart is made of vengeance and fury, his blood burns hot with his hunger for blood. Aemond Targaryen may be only capable of feeling anger and pain, but what little humanity still resides in him belongs to Aemma Velaryon.

Take my sword. Take my heart. Take it all.

He promised her the world not so long ago and after weeks spent rotting away in the capital, Aemma is intent on holding him to his promise.

Arrax may be dead, but I can control another dragon.

Helaena’s words echo in her mind.

Men with desires start wars. They can them end them, too.”

— our violent delights by bikadoo, chapter seven

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #game of thrones #team black #our violent delights #bruna marquezine #aemond x lucerys #fem lucerys #aemma velaryon #aemma targaryen #lucerys velaryon #westeros #lucerys genderbend #genderbend

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feralbatty · 4 months

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Princess Aemma Velaryon, Princess of Dragonstone, Rider of Aerion the Nightshade, the Realm’s Delight

✨Ohhhh that glow up tho✨

I hope y’all like! I’m working on Aerion’s redesign too!

Still can’t do backgrounds 🙃

#HotD Oc #aemma velaryon #house of the dragon #targaryen oc #my art

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lya-dustin · 10 months

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All is Bliss

(In the court of Aemma the Great)

Or Aemma Velaryon is forced to marry Aegon to keep them from usurping her and her mother, only the marriage nor the scheme work leading her to consider the only option left: usurping her husband.

An Au loosely inspired by Hulu's the great

Rated: M🔞

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @aemondx @sweethoneyblossom1 @arrthurpendragon @watercolorskyy @alexandria-millie

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Part II

Chapter 60

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #all is bliss fic #aegon ii x oc x aemond #fyeahhotdocs #hotd fic #ewan mitchell #tom glynn carney #aegon ii fanfic

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wweskywalker · 2 years

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“You’ve already taken an eye. You can take everything else I have to offer.”

Aemond and Aemma based on “Our Violent Delights” by Bikadoo.

Read the fanfiction here:

#aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #aemma velaryon #fanart #fanfiction #asoiaf #asoiaf art #game of thrones #art #targaryen #house targaryen #fire and blood #artist #a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon #ewan mitchell

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meraxesmoon · 18 days

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Of Dragons and Oaths

Chapter Four: Dragonborn

Summary: Being the first child and only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Aemma Velaryon has to navigate being her mother's heir while also protecting her brothers and herself from the rumors of being bastards, as well as being a wife and mother.

part one | part two | part three | part four

Throughout Aemma's pregnancy, her mother had left her in the care of her stepfather, Daemon. He was a stranger to Aemma, as she had only met him once before her mother had become queen, and she found it rather uncomfortable that he was always at her side. It became worse when she was ordered to stay in bed. Aemma was left in a bed, one she did not share with her husband, by order of her mother and the maesters. Rhaenyra was queen, and Alicent had been made the Hand, so there was no one left to look after her, at least no one that Rhaenyra trusted with her daughter.

"Are you feeling well?" Aegon asks, sitting across from the bed next to where Aemma lay, her back propped against several pillows as Laenor snoozed beside her. The toddler had become restless as of late, constantly crying for his mother and throwing tantrums. Laenor had never been that way, always docile and sweet. Now he was taking out his frustrations on everyone around him. Aegon holds onto her hand, rubbing his thumb over her palm before kissing the skin gently. "Everything is fine, I think my mother is just worried. She suffered the death of my grandmother due to these types of complications. Laenor came easy, this one is just different." She reaches over to smooth her fingers through the toddler's fluffy hair, then moves to trace the freckles that dotted his skin. "I cannot blame her for such worries, I lost my Laena to the same fate," Daemon appears in the doorway, leaning against it whilst crossing his arms.

Althea, Aemma's handmaiden, walks into the room, handling a tray of food and drink.

"The queen will join you for dinner shortly," Daemon says, watching closely as Althea sets the food down on a small table. Aegon helps his wife to her feet, moving her to sit at the table. He settles her gently before placing a hand on her swollen belly. "We'll come to see you first thing in the morning, I promise," Aegon says, kissing her lips as she smiles up at him. "Leave Laenor, he'll fuss if you move him."

When Rhaenyra arrives, she nods at her husband to leave, and he shuts the door behind him.

"My sweet girl..." Rhaenyra cups Aemma's face in her hands, kissing her forehead softly. "You look like you're in pain, why don't you eat something?"

By the end of the night, Aemma is sleeping in bed, Laenor snuggled against her as her head rests atop Rhaenyra's chest. The princess slept soundly, not having the comfort of her mother for many years. Rhaenyra played with Aemma's braided hair as she lay propped against the headboard, her mind far away. She thinks of her mother, whom she named her daughter after, and the death of her little brother. Rhaenyra remembers how terrified she had been when Aemma and Aegon had confessed to the upcoming baby. She hadn't been there for Laenor's birth, so she had no idea what Aemma's pregnancies were like. This sickness worried her and reminded Rhaenyra of how her mother was bedridden before she had died along with Baelon. Rhaenyra has always feared her daughter being killed similarly.

She glances over at the toddler, smiling as Laenor nestled himself against his mother's side, his little fingers curling around her nightgown.

Rhaenyra sighs, straining her neck to blow out the burning candle on the night table.

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The next several weeks went by without much fuss, and Rhaenyra was glad. She spent most of her days trying to form diplomatic plans with Alicent to combat the sudden resurrection from the Lannister's and other small houses. Leaving her daughter in the care of Rhaena and Helaena during her days, she didn't feel like she needed to worry too much, not when she was being taken care of by those Rhaenyra trusted. Aemma would usually join in on the small council meetings, but due to her restrictions, she had sent her husband in place of her.

"I still say we burn them to ash now, while we have the upper hand," Daemon grumbles, scoffing at Alicent as she offers Rhaenyra the peace treaty she'd written the night before. "That would be unnecessary." Aegon suddenly speaks, looking at Daemon as the King Consort glares at him. Feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on him, Aegon becomes uncomfortable, fiddling with his fingers, pulling at the skin of his cuticles until they bled. "At least... that is what my Lady Wife believes. She doesn't think that war is necessary, given that we have dragons." Alicent nods. "That sounds like something she would say, Aemma is very intelligent. She knows that war is not in the best interest of the realm." Rhaenyra gazes at the auburn-haired woman, noticing the smile on her lips as she spoke of the princess. Smiling, Rhaenyra agreed.

"We shall hold off. I will have the peace agreement delivered to them, and we will see where it goes from there."

"Half of their forces are in Dorne," Alicent reminds, her eyes wide and worried. "I will send dragon riders, they're faster and more convincing," Rhaenyra says, suddenly turning towards her husband, giving him a stern look. "I will send you to Dorne to deliver the treaty, but I will also send Aemond if he agrees to go." "I'm sure he will, he always itches to get out of Kings Landing."

Rhaenyra and Alicent share a smile before the doors to the council room slam open, Baela standing there with bloody hands as she shoves the guard to the ground, snarling at him. The sleeves of her dress are pulled up over her elbows as sweat drips down her forehead, her silvery hair pinned back hastily. Rhaenyra can feel her heart drop as she stares at the blood-staining Baela, and she swallows thickly. Aemma's term was not yet complete, this babe would be coming early, even earlier than her Visenya had.

"Aemma has started her labors early, Your Grace," Baela gasps out, suddenly realizing how bloody she was. Aegon pushes past her at the sudden revelation, Alicent chasing after her son as he sped towards the room, she was being kept in. The closer they roamed to the door, the louder the cries of Aemma Velaryon became. Nothing could have prepared Aegon for what he would see once he opened that door.

Aemma was on the floor, her hand gripping the bedpost as she hunched over herself, blood staining her nightclothes as she cried out in pain. Blood decorated the entire room, and both Helaena and Rhaena tried their best to comfort the princess as she twitched in pain. Her free hand comes to the bed, and she tries to push herself to her feet. With a pained cry and hands reaching underneath her nightdress, Aemma pushed one last time before the wail of a newborn filled the room. Helaena rushes to grab a sheet to wrap the baby in, and Aemma hands her new child to the other woman. The pained cries did not cease, however, and Rhaenyra was by her daughter's side in an instant. "I think... there might be another child coming." Rhaena says, holding onto her father as she watches the scene with watery eyes.

Helaena hands the babe to Aegon, going back to help Aemma with the second child.

Rhaenyra moves the stray hairs away from her daughter's sweaty forehead.

"It is alright, My Love, you can get through this," she says shakily, looking down at the blood that pooled under Aemma as she tried her best to push her second child out into the world. The young princess was obviously distressed, her knuckles turning pale as she gripped onto the bedpost. Rhaenyra lifts the blood-soaked nightgown up over Aemma's hips, and she can see the crowning head of the babe.

Something wasn't right.

"Just a few more pushes, and then you will have two more children," Helaena says softly, cradling Aemma's neck as she cried out in pain for one last time.

Unlike when the first child was born, no cry was heard. Dread fills the air and Aemma hastily lets go of the bedpost and reaches down to cradle her child. The warm blood coating the babe did nothing to hide the cold little body, and Aemma crashes down as she holds her child. She gently tries to clean the blood from the babe's body, softly trying to push away her mother who was trying to see the child.

"She's a girl..." Aemma says, her voice barely there, coddling the limp body of her daughter.

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The surviving twin had been named Baelon, and the Red Keep wasn't celebrating like it should have been. The stillbirth of their daughter had left Aemma devastated, and she refused to hand over her little body to the Silent Sisters. The little girl's body was wrapped up, and Aemma had the dragon masters prepare Nightdreamer for a ride.

"Where are you going?" Rhaenyra had asked her daughter, looking just as forlorn as her daughter felt.

Aemma, with her daughter, swaddled to her chest and mounted her dragon.

"Her name is Rhaenys. I'm taking her to Driftmark, that is where she will rest."

Watching the waves swallow little Rhaenys' coffin is what finally breaks Aemma, and for the first time since her daughter was born, she cries. Driftmark is desolate, deathly quiet as Corlys and Rhaenys stand nearby, watching their granddaughter mourn just as they had when they had to give their two children to the sea. Nightdreamer rests on the beach, her tail swishing anxiously, seemingly feeling the sadness of her rider. Corlys looks towards the dragon, the hand on her cane turning tight.

"This family mourns too often," he says, watching as Aemma wipes her tears away with her sleeve, bidding a final goodbye to her daughter. "Still, we proceed, because that is what the realm expects us to do. Quite the sad affair..." Rhaenys said.

"I wish I could stay longer, but I must return to my sons, and my responsibilities as heir..." Aemma musters a weak smile, despite the tear stains on her cheeks."You should come visit, and meet your great-grandson, I named him after my father."

The ride back to Kings Landing had been quiet, and upon returning she is met by her mother's husband. Daemon greets her, nodding his head at the dragon master's to return Nightdreamer to the pit. The she-dragon hisses, swatting them away as she moves her long, large body towards the opening of the pit, intending on going herself. The blue dragon nudges Aemma with her long snout once more before disappearing into the dark corridor, almost whacking one of the dragon masters with her tail as she did so. Aemma turns to walk inside of the castle, intending to take a bath and sleep, but she is stopped by Daemon.

"Your child was a Targaryen, why did you give it a Velaryon burial?"

Aemma stares at him, taken aback at the question.

"I am both Targaryen and Velaryon, my sons are expected to have Targaryen burials, but no one cares what I do with my daughters. I am both of fire and the sea," Aemma explains, her voice numbing and shaky. Daemon laughs, his eyebrows raising at her answer. "Yet you named your firstborn son in Velaryon fashion." "I named him after my father, or are you forgetting my mother's first husband?"

"He was the brother of your late wife, Lady Laena, surely you did not forget," Aemma narrowed her eyes at the man in front of her, almost not realizing the approaching king's guard. "Princess, the queen wishes for you to join her in her quarters." Ser Cole approached them, and Daemon chuckled. Aemma nods, walking with Ser Cole as she explains what has happened since she's been gone.

"Prince Baelon has been put into the former Queens care, and Prince Laenor has been inconsolable since you left," Aemma can feel dread start to fill her conscience. She knew Aegon wasn't the most attentive father, but the fact that Alicent had been the sole caretaker of her children made her feel guilty, despite Aemma knowing what she did wasn't wrong. Aegon wasn't her concern at the moment, though.

Her sons were.

Walking through the doors of her mother's room, Aemma can feel the weight on her chest lift considerably once she sees Laenor being cradled in the arms of his grandmother. Criston pauses outside of the door, looking at the princess. "I will let your husband know that you have returned, Princess," he said, bowing before he turns to leave. Aemma turns her attention to Laenor, the toddler squirming out of Rhaenyra's arms as his little legs push him to run towards his mother. It was less of a run, more of a fast waddle.

The queen smiles, coming up behind the boy to ruffle his fluffy hair.

"He's missed his mother," Rhaenyra muses, watching as Laenor clings to Aemma once she scoops him up in her arms. Hugging him close, Aemma nods her head, pressing several kisses to his forehead and freckled cheeks. "How is your grandfather Corlys? I hope to hear news of his recovery?" Rhaenyra asks, leading Aemma to sit down. She runs her fingers through Laenor's curly hair, wiping the stray tears from his cheeks.

"He is up and walking again," Aemma responds, watching as her mother sips at a goblet full of wine. "Grandfather looks well, you should invite him to join your council."

The exhausted look on her face is obvious, and Rhaenyra scoops up the sleeping toddler before motioning towards the bed.

"Why don't you sleep? You look absolutely exhausted, Sweetling," Rhaenyra asks, patting Laenor to keep him asleep. "I'd like to check up on my new son before that... I heard he's with Alicent?"

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After getting changed into proper nightclothes, Aemma walks the halls, coming to the door of the nursery. Her hand pushes the large door open. She was fully expecting to see Alicent there, and she does, but she also sees her newborn son in the arms of her brother-in-law, Aemond.

"Aemma, you're back?" Alicent wraps the young mother in a hug, Aemond watching closely with his singular violet eye. "Welcome back, Good Sister," Aemond greets, still holding the sleeping babe in his arms as he stalks near. Seeming to notice the presence of his mother, little Baelon squirms, kicking his tiny feet from within the blanket that was wrapped around his body. Aemma goes to grab him, nestling the small boy in her arms. He was smaller than most babies were, due to his premature birth, yet he was breathing and well. The lingering fear that she wouldn't be able to bond with him after the trauma of the birth fell away and Aemma kissed his tiny head gently. "He's much quieter than Laenor was," Aemond mentioned, looking at his tiny nephew as he tried to suckle at the tips of his mothers fingers. "By all accounts he's healthy, the maesters call it a miracle, considering how early he arrived."

Aemma had the nursery right next to the bedroom she shared with her husband, and so they could all hear the drunken blubbering of Aegon. Baelon was asleep again, and Aemma places him back in the cradle, making sure to position him so he wouldn't roll over on his belly. Alicent and Aemond can be seen grimacing, the loud thumping of a body hitting the floor causing them to cringe.

"I will hopefully see both of you for breakfast, but now I need to sleep, lest I collapse."

Upon entering her bedroom, Aemma sees her husband rolled up in a heap on the ground, unintelligible groans and cries leaving him as he squirmed against the cold floor. She sighs, going to pick him up, or at least trying to. Aegon presses kisses upon kisses to her face and lips, and Aemma continues to drag him to their shared bed. She hadn't slept in them in months, due to the harsh pregnancy, and seeing the messy blankets and pillows strewn around the bed comforted her in a strange way.

Aegon drunkenly rests his head on her bosom once they're both settled under the covers, his wet cheek pressed against her gown.

"Thought I was going to lose you..."

Is the last thing Aemma hears before she drifts off to sleep, her fingers laced with his as she dreams of her little Rhaenys, and what could have been.

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