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A Little sketch
Luke and Aemond superhero au
Lucerys: I have to hand you over to the cops
Aemond: Well, only on one condition.
Lucerys: ...
Aemond: kiss me.
Lucerys: I think you are not understanding the situation
Aemond: Aren't we flirting?
THE SEVEN KIMDONS NEWS
an article
news. The cute stone dragon superhero 'Spiderman' (here the sweet boy Lucerys Velaryon) has been seen fraternizing with the notorious and dangerous criminal (formerly war hero) Aemond Targaryen, also known as "one-eyed" or "Deadpool".
Rumors are spreading fast and we wonder if this is the hero's way of finally putting this dangerous man behind bars or is our beloved baby hero being corrupted?
According to our reliable sources, they have been frequently seen in very indecent situations, and although other media have tried to paint them as "fights". Our sources have confirmed that both our beloved hero and the outlaw have a very intertwined past.
These are the words of our source: "Aemond was always obsessed, most would think that he is something of the murderous type but I think he is in love"
modern Aemond headcanons
I HAD A VISION
this one is born to succeed
his either into fencing or calisthenic, possibly even both
listening to classical music while studying
and he’s studying a lot, may I add
also, he’s reading a lot too, is a slut for Dostoyevsky
Crime and Punishment has a special place in his heart…
enjoys self-help books for personal development
something like atomic habits, 48 laws of power etc.
wakes up early, follows a productive morning routine
admires Machiavelli and Johan Liebert
has led lights in his room
and as we are talking about his room let me say it’s immaculate
Aemond's a history buff
enjoys discussing politics and philosophy especially
the Borgia family intrigues him deeply
perfectionist in various aspects, well organised
not a fan of going to the cinema
either avoids social media entirely or has accounts but rarely use it
has his !emo boy! moments here and there
likes to play knife game
speaks more than one language for sure
write from time to time, usually some thoughtful essays
listens to $uicideboy$ and phonk when he feels super edgy
is stargazing in secret
actually he’s quite sweet if you get to know him more
but it’s hard to get to know him more… :(
he wishes for someone who would understand
his day is incomplete without unhealthy amounts of coffee
helping Aegon do his homework even though he’s younger
genuinely likes spending time with his mother, they talk a lot and go on coffee dates
frenemies with Luke...
has soft spot for Helaena, would do anything for his sis
drives Helaena to her therapy sessions, always, without fail and never complains about it
likes the idea of stoicism but lack the patience, gets a little bit to silly sometimes…
wearing black (well, isn’t that obvious?)
is rocking that adidas black set look
or dark leather jacket with straight pants…
his hair is his crown, he puts much effort into it even though he denies it
Aegon teases him about it without no end
favours Calvin Klein boxers, wears them on a daily basis
plus points if wearing cool rings
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you can find more of my works about aemond ♡here♡
♡ Aemond as your boyfriend ♡
(modern) headcanons
meetings in the middle of the night, piercing glances and desperate kisses, Aemond is a little bit obsessed about you
when he's with you, the hard lines blur, revealing a softness that he's kept hidden from the world
when he kisses your palms, he does it slowly, with such devotion. one finger at a time, his eyes never leaving yours
and when you’re not close he needs to know where you are, who you're with, and what you've been doing. he acts like it’s just concern, but there's a possessive edge in his questions
when you're around other people, especially if they're attractive, he becomes extra possessive. he won't outright tell you he's jealous (duh), but you'll notice how he puts his arm around you or touches your shoulder, keeping you close. and that little smirk of his appearing
he holds your hand gently, his thumb brushing against your skin
Aemond doesn't usually like sleeping with someone glued to him, but with you, he makes an exception. over time, he even grows to enjoy it, finding comfort in your warmth
he spoils you, he'll run hot baths for you, and when your shoulders are sore, he'll give you massages (that often lead to something more…just sayin) and let me tell you he’s surprisingly good at it, using his hands to work out every knot while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. he makes you feel important, he makes you feel wanted
when you're asleep, he can't help but touch you. he caresses your cheeks, runs his fingers through your hair, or traces the outline of your hips, silently watching and swallowing you whole with his eye
going back to spoiling you…he might leave a piece of tasteful, expensive jewellery by your bedside, or bring you bouquet of red roses out of the blue
though he may appear distant at times, he's actually attuned to every word you say. he absorbs your conversations, and if you express even the slightest interest in something, you can be sure he'll get it for you
even though he’s serious with others (and often very stiff), he loosens up with you. he might put on a sheet mask when you're watching a movie, just because you asked him to, and he’ll do it without complaint
and about movies, he'll watch every horror movie with you, never flinching at the jump scares or gory scenes. but he's secretly thrilled when you curl up into his arms, hiding your face against his chest, squeezing him tightly. He'll calmly whisper when the scary moment has passed, gently coaxing you to look at the screen again, reassuring you that it's safe to watch now
also I think that he’s the type to show up at your window at 3 AM dressed in black, just because he missed you and your heart races at the sight of him smiling at your surprised expression
he takes you in his arms and kisses you like he's been starving for it, his hands tightening around your waist as if he'd never let go. and every time you gasp in his lips, he loses his mind a little
about intimacy…Aemond is not shy, he likes it rough, raw, and intense. he grips your neck with just the right amount of force, whispering filthy words into your ear that send shivers down your spine. his touch is possessive, he's fascinated by your body—obsessed, really
his mouth finds every inch of you, trailing a line of wet kisses down your lovely skin. he adores the way you squirm beneath him. when he thrusts into you, it's with a force that leaves you breathless, and he bites your nipples with a primal hunger
his hands explore with a kind of need that leaves bruises, but you crave that pain. he is unrelenting, his fingers digging into your hips, your thighs, anywhere he can find purchase
yet!! for all his intensity, he is mindful of your pleasure. he ensures you come first, savoring every ripple of your climax, holding you tightly as you shudder against him
he releases his hot ropes of cum deep inside you (if you’re up to it), and even then, he doesn’t let up. his hips continue to move deliciously, slow and deliberate, milking every last drop of his orgasm. wanting to stay inside you for as long as he can, it feels so good inside you
Aemond’s gaze stays fixed on yours, his breathing ragged and uneven
and after, he treats you with the gentleness of a lover who understands the aftermath of such raw sex. he cleans you up, wiping away the sweat and sticky remnants, kisses your forehead, murmuring how beautiful you are, how good you are for him, but even in those quiet moments, you can feel the intensity of his desire, a fire that never truly goes out. he’s restless when it comes to you
in moments like these, when Aemond is close to your naked body, his hands tracing the contours of your soft skin, he becomes vulnerable, as if the touch of your flesh unlocks something deep within him
you see he often struggles with his emotions and how to put them into words, hence his presents and little gestures, but in moments like this when the world is reduced to just the two of you, he breaks open a little, revealing the depths of his feelings
love is not a word he uses lightly. so when he whispers it to you for the first time in the quiet of the night, when the only sound is your shared breathing and the rustling of sheets
your heart skips a beat. it's not just a word—it's a confession, a declaration of something timeless. the weight of it is enough to crush you, and when he says it, you know he really means it
as he speaks, you can feel the hesitation in his voice, the rawness of his emotions. it's hard to open up to someone like this, despite he tells you that he would do anything for you, that he's at your service
it's funny because at first, you'd think he had you wrapped around his finger, completely under his control. but as time went on, you realised it was the opposite—he was the one utterly at your mercy
these intimate confessions, shared in the darkness, become a sacred bond between you. it's not just about physical closeness; it's about laying bare the heart, exposing the vulnerability that he hides so well from the world
after Aemond's confession, you feel a profound shift in the atmosphere, a change in his touch. it's as if, for the first time, he don't want to just fuck you, he wants to make love to you, you in his arms
you melt into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you with a tenderness that feels almost reverent
the urgency and roughness that usually accompany your moments of passion are replaced with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Aemond's hands explore your body with a gentleness that surprises you, tracing delicate patterns on your skin. his lips move across your shoulders, your collarbone, and then up to your lips, kissing you with a tenderness that sends shivers down your spine. it's a kiss that tells you that you are cherished, that you are loved
his movements are unhurried. he holds you close, his forehead resting against yours as he moves within you, his gaze never leaving yours
the way he holds you, the way he touches you—it's all so gentle, so intimate, and it feels like he's pouring his soul into every gesture
when it's over, Aemond holds you even closer, his breath warm against your skin
the rest of the world fades away, and it's just the two of you, tangled together in the quiet comfort of the night
@venmondiese ! ! !
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you can find more of my works about aemond ♡here♡
To anyone who has reader the aemond targaryen fic "a hate so sweet, a love so bitter" by butterflies_and_dragons, is it still up? I was in the middle of rereading it but then the page didn't show up and I can't find it ;-;
It was a masterpiece of a fic and I sincerely hope that the author is okay (physically and mentally)
She was always so nice in the comments, she didn't deserve any hate </3
does anyone have any good aemond targaryen fics or series they can refer me to pls?
we're all just High Valayrian hoes now
The Midnight Relief - Part 4 (Aemond Targaryen x Reader) NSFW
Summary: Your relationship with Prince Aemond has changed, so much that you tend to forget not only who you are but who he truly is.
Tags: SMUT, Porn with Plot (sort of), Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Fingering, Squirting, Breeding kink, Dubious Consent, Targcest (Reader is Daemon Targaryen’s bastard), Angst and Fluff.
Author’s note: I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting. I have been very busy with work lately so I couldn’t find time to focus on writing this story. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter nevertheless. Next chapter will probably be the last one. Tell me how you imagine the end of this fan fiction. And please do not hesitate to like or reblog this chapter (it is the best reward for any writer)
Your eyes opened slowly at dawn, woken up by the first rays that shone through the large lancet windows. They did not dazzle you – they were too orange and dim for that - but you blinked a few times with a smile upon your face, not because of the light but to make sure the blurry pale silhouette that was slowly taking shape before your sleepy and lidded eyes would not disappear as quick as dew in the morning sun. Aemond looked so peaceful when he was asleep. It was as if the ferocious aura he carried within him all day long disappeared during the night to allow him a short moment of serenity. Seeing him like this was surprising and unexpected. You always thought he would be the kind of man to sleep with a frown and with his fists clenched … and possibly a dagger underneath his pillow. You chuckled silently at this idea, finding it more amusing than formidable and you wrapped your naked body in the soft sheet with a happy grin on your face to enjoy the view and the comfort of Aemond’s bed a little longer. You had never slept in a bed like this one. All you knew were poor thin mattresses on the floor and scratchy patched blankets that couldn’t keep you warm at night. But you definitely could get used it: the mattress as soft as a pile of delicate feathers, the fine cotton sheets so pleasant to the skin and the naked handsome prince sleeping by your side. They could almost make you believe you belonged here and not in a humid crowded dorm. If only the whole world was just this bed. Life would be so much easier.
You didn’t know how long you gazed at Aemond, your fingertips connecting the few moles on his milky chest by tracing invisible lines like an astronomer would draw constellations, but when you began to hear the growing hubbub in the corridors outside the prince’s room, you thought it might be time for you to leave your waking dream. You instinctively pecked Aemond’s shoulder and reluctantly abandoned the warm sheets to get out of the bed and go back to your harsh reality. But before you could put a toe on the stone floor, a sleepy raspy voice stopped you. “May I ask where you’re going? I did not dismiss you and I certainly did not order you to stop what you were doing.” You glanced briefly over your shoulder and beamed away from Aemond’s sight, amused by the domesticity that warmed your heart.
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(Pose taken from Matt Mattesi)
I can’t help but draw Lucemond, I think I’ll write story and post AO3 (not yet) :D
And well I also draw female lucerys in my style. 🥺💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻🤡
Heeeey, want heard news? I writes one chapter in AO3, name is Run without legs.
Give me some kudos or comments, I’ll appreciate it 🥰
Oh right, I will draw some art of this story, can’t wait to see results ❤️❤️
write story of Lucemond 👽👽
I’m just leave here
Fem!Lucerys x Aemond Targaryen
I’ll colour it🔒
Hey love, I saw your requests are open and I wanted to dare to send you an idea for an Aemond x Reader/oc fic. I truly adore all your HotD pieces, read everything in 1 day, hehe :))) So basically, my idea was that Aemond meets Reader (who will eventually become his betrothed) in King's Landing while looking out for Aegon. He doesn't know who she is but somehow he is mesmerized by her (maybe she sits at a table on her own, reading a book and/or even doing tarot for herself, lookin all witchy). They strike up a small convo where she says something very thoughtful to him, something so kind no one ever said to him. Later he discovers who she is, a lady from a powerful house with an interest in occult stuff. He feels a bit betrayed that she didn't say who she was but they eventually grow close and become betrothed. Sorry for the long message :( I would be so happy and grateful if you decide to take this on and give it a bit of life - your talent will make it even better, I'm sure. Thanks for reading this and giving me a chance to submit this ^^ I ADORE u
Hiya lovely! 💕 This request is so good! I will definitely get to writing this, it might take a bit longer because I want to make sure it’s perfect. I love this btw 💕
Thank you for the kind words sweetie! <3
i want a reader who is insane and cruel, worse than daemon. I want a reader who put everyone in their place and intimidate everyone everytime she walks in. I want her going all out when fighting.
But for the plot she's actually mentally ill and had trauma from the past. Overall she is batshit crazy and need therapy fr
Idc if she is in love with daemon or aemond. I need a reader become mushy and soft around her lover.
This is all i want🙏
MASTERLIST
hey, i’m sav. i write for the asoiaf universe.
be wary, most of these are smut! i write for...
aemond
aegon
daemon
helaena
rhaenyra
alicent
Aemond Targaryen
One bed?
there is only one bed, and three of them.
Withheld Desire
aemond x best friend reader bang at a party
I’ve got my eye on you
Aegon drags reader to a party and she catches Aemonds eye.
That girl
aemond and aegon meet their childhood friend for the first time in a while, and she’s grown.
Knight in shining armour
aemond catches reader when she falls.
Wicked Game
aemond has an infatuation with aegons wife, and she returns his affections.
Forget Honor | 2 |
aegon and aemond both forget their honour when it comes to their girl.
Sweet Thing | 2 |
aemond delves into his deepest desire, to be needed, thus, he find a sugar baby.
Compensation
Your husbands brother takes over.
Aegon Targaryen
Fantasies
jace doesn’t meet readers needs, but Aegon does.
Caught
reader knew aegon was risky, but not this risky.
One bed
there is only one bed, and three of them.
That girl
aemond and aegon meet their childhood friend for the first time in a while, and she’s grown.
Best Friends Brother
in which aegon teaches innocent Helaenas best friend how to kiss.
Forget Honor | 2 |
aegon and aemond both forget their honour when it comes to their girl.
Daemon Targaryen
You in my helm
daemon sure does love seeing the reader in his helm.
Lonesome Town || Aemond Targaryen
summary : aemond mourns his queen.
pairing: fem!reader x aemond
warnings : sad. just sad. i love my babygirl
Aemond sits in the corner of your shared chambers, watching as you cradle your daughter. The one you’d fought to have, you’d fought to keep.
The love and adoration in your eyes when they’d met his, fizzled out as fast as it came. Your little girl, the only thing keeping you from leaving.
Aemond looks at you, and he wishes he could sweep you into his arms, and make the love return. No one knew what happened.
Not even the two of you knew what the breaking point was. All everyone knew, is one day, you sat by his side, but you were only there physically.
Though the two of you were as far apart mentally as you’d ever been. Pity from all sides, as they looked at what once was remarked to be a powerful union. One of both politics and love.
Until you’d birthed your daughter, and the maesters informed Aemond that you wouldn’t be able to give birth again.
It took too much of a toll on you physically, and mentally. You had recovered alone, much to Aemonds protests.
You were not able to bare him a boy, and for that, you did not deserve his help.
Aemond looks back to you cradling his child, and a soft feeling overcomes him. Memories of the beginnings, before the war. When everything was better.
You braiding Aemonds hair, preparing him for the day with a smile of such kindness he had never felt before.
The secret meetings before you were wed, where you would talk about anything and everything there was to chat about. Oh how you’d made him quite the fan of courtly gossip.
The strolls through the gardens, where he’d pick a flower to put behind your ear, and you’d pick one to tuck in his belt.
When he’d showed you his sapphire eye, and you’d only kissed him, and exclaimed excitedly over the gem, gushing over its his beauty.
And now, here the two of you were. With a little girl that you cherished, but the air between you felt cold.
A maid took your little one to bed, leaving you and Aemond in an uncomfortable silence. You looked from the floor, to your husband.
Your heart plummeting out of your chest, as his gaze diverted to the fire, you didn’t know how to rectify this with words.
So as he stood to depart from the room, you stood also, shaking your head as tears filled your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them fall.
Aemond looked at you, and couldn’t utter a word before you had pushed yourself into his arms, your smaller ones going around his waist tightly, head tucked into his chest.
“Stay, please.” You spoke meekly, mumbled by the leathers on his clothes. But he knew you too well, he understood.
Aemond came to a similar conclusion. Words were not needed here, only actions would suffice. So his calloused hand took your soft one, he gently laid you into the plush furs, stripping to only his breeches and crawling into bed beside you.
He moved your head to his chest, and the two of you slept in an embrace, you had missed far too much.
Neither of you knew what was going to come, if this could be fixed. But you knew, it was enough for the night.
For you are his flower, and him your jewel.
guys, give me a prompt from this list in my ask box and a character. i’ll write it!
Romance Story Starters
For @oh-man-are-you-sirius
Pronouns are of course completely interchangeable.
The day started gloomy, not quite letting on what beautiful things could happen on a day like this.
“Hey! Wait for me please!”. They stopped dead in their tracks, their breath shallow and wondering why that voice still made them feel this way.
Meeting the love of your life in a police station does not make for a good story to tell the grandchildren, but definitely an interesting one.
The alarm clock woke her up from a very lovely dream.
She hurried over the busy streets, slaloming between honking cars, four large cups of Iced Coffee balancing in her hand and she should have kept her eyes up in order to prevent what was about to happen.
The dark brown eyes were the first thing he noticed.
Day in day out, it was always the same time, same place, same people and he was used to this implicitly agreed upon order of things.
Later they would say it was love at first sight, but both knew it was a long road they had to take to get here.
With all the drama in the morning, she did not expect her day to get any better.
He liked watching her, when she was in her element – the confident beauty she radiated.
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