"You will beg for me to fuck you." Aemond gripped Verena's jaw with one hand, pressing her wrist firmly to the bed, " I know you want to Verena and when you come to me, on your knees begging for me to touch you. To take you. I will sit there and laugh."

kalon (uncountable) Ideal perfect beauty in the physical and moral sense, especially as perceived by Greek philosophers. {House of the Dragon} {Season 1 - ???} {Aemond Targaryen x OC}

"Power is not a gift, but a conquest. To survive in this world, we must seize what is ours by fire and blood." The line between ally and enemy is as treacherous as the dragons that soar above Westeros. In a realm where dragons soar and thrones are won and lost, Daenyra Targaryen, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen, stands at the heart of a brewing storm. Raised amidst the grandeur and treachery of House Targaryen, she must navigate the intricate web of alliances and betrayals during the infamous Dance of Dragons. Daenyra finds herself torn between familial loyalty and her own ambition to claim the Iron Throne. As the realm plunges into civil war, Daenyra plays a dangerous game by feigning allegiances and forging unexpected alliances. Determined to shape her own destiny, she must outmaneuver rivals and confront ghosts of her past. Amidst the chaos of war, she must challenge her deepest fears and darkest desires, proving that she is more than a pawn in the deadly game of thrones. HOTD | F&B | FANFICTION Aemond Targaryen x OC

After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines of Runestone, she remains oblivious to her father's existence until her mother's sudden demise thrusts her into a fateful encounter. Little do they know; this reunion sets off a dangerous series of events as a formidable player enters the scene for the impending dance of the dragons. "The flames of desire rekindle in the embers of love." - Anthony T. Hincks (aemond targaryen x oc targaryen) © 2023 | ItsMeSyd Cover by Selyxe

||Complete|| Vaelyra Velaryon was never meant to exist. The second daughter of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen, she was born with memories of another life - a life where she had seen on a TV Show some of the brutal war known as the Dance of the Dragons. Knowing the fate of Westeros, Vaelyra refuses to be a mere spectator in history. With her wit, ambition, and the advantage of foresight, she devises a daring plan: to claim the Iron Throne for herself. Her greatest ally? Aemond Targaryen, the second son of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. A boy once mocked for not having a dragon, Aemond's destiny changed the night he claimed Vhagar, the mightiest living dragon in the realm. With Vaelyra whispering in his ear, shaping his ambitions, he becomes more than just the Greens' deadliest weapon-he becomes a king in the making. Together, they forge an alliance that will shake Westeros to its core. But as the Blacks and the Greens wage war, as betrayals and bloodshed mount, one question remains: can they outplay fate itself and seize the Iron Throne? Or will history find a way to right itself, no matter how much they fight against it? The game of dragons has begun. And this time, the board is changed.

if i knew it all then, would i do it again? - a story in which the bastard daughter of the heir to the Iron Throne with no ambition or lust for power won the heart of a man who could never stop wanting, even when the price was far too high | crossposted on ao3 | | all rights belong to George RR Martin, HBO, and Warner Bros, save for my OC, Shaera Velaryon | cover by @bluecoffeebeanz on tumblr, support the artist pls! they did this as a new years gift and I've finally put it here :,) Do NOT use the art here for your aemond and oc, this is shaera and aemond made for green lies black hearts best rankings - #1 Aegon Targaryen (somehow) - 10/9/24 #1 Religious Guilt - Ongoing #1 Alicent Hightower - 05/19/25 #2 Fire And Blood - 12/18/24 #2 Game of Thrones - 04/13/25 #26 Tragedy - 06/28/25

-CURRENTLY BEING EDITED- ✩ 𝐕𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐡𝐞𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧. 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝, 𝐋𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬. ▁ ▁ ▁ ▁ ▁ ▁ ▁ ▁ ▁ ▁ 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐗 𝐎.𝐂 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐗 𝐎.𝐂 (𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭)

"For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo" ~ In a realm where loyalty is law and love is treason, two souls find each other in the shadow of fate. Maegelle Velaryon, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and twin to the future king, has always known her fate would be forged in duty. Promised to Prince Jaqen Qoheros of Volantis to secure ships and power, she is draped in silks and false smiles-an offering of war dressed as a bride. But, her heart has been stolen for longer than her family knows. Prince Aemond Targaryen, green-blooded, one-eyed, cursed kinslayer, has taken her innocence and left behind something far more dangerous: love. Now bound by secrets and sins, Maegelle and Aemond walk a knife's edge between salvation and destruction. They are heirs of an ancient house split by rivalries and jealousy-sworn enemies, forged in the same flame-and every touch is a defiance, every glance a betrayal. As tensions rise and war take wing, their love becomes a powder keg threatening to ignite the Dance of the Dragons before a single sword is drawn. Their families watch. Waiting. Plotting. But none see the truth that smolders between green silk and black leather. They were never meant to want each other. Never meant to love each other. They were meant to kill each other. It was their fate. Written by the Stranger in the stars above. Love is no gentle thing in the House of Fire and Blood. It is a flame that burns hot-and leaves no survivors.

"You fucking hate him." she snarled to her reflection sternly, "You hate him. You hate him. You hate him." She hated that the more she said it aloud, the more wrong it felt on her lips. _ Deep in the history of the Wizarding World, buried for centuries, there is the story of an ancient connection said to tie the souls, bodies and minds of two people. Nothing like the split of a soul into parts, more of two souls fashioned from the same piece of root magic, like calling to like. One in the same, two sides of the same coin. A fold. Soulties they were called, and those that were bound were known as the Soultied. But they were meant to be only legend, haven't been seen in hundreds of years. So what is to happen when the prophecy of the Chosen Ones is set in motion and two people, born on opposite sides of a war, fated to be enemies discover they are in fact real, and even worse, they are bound together for eternity, mind and body. (Helped edit and feed ideas by the lovely @lilbeanwrites, author of Powerful is Her Name)

Born in the heart of fire and blood, Saera Velaryon, the eldest daughter and heir of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, was a child beloved beyond measure-a princess draped in adoration, raised to believe the Iron Throne was her birthright. The realm called her *Saera the Spoiled*, for she had never known a world where she was not treasured. But war does not spare even the most cherished. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts, the realm fractures between Black and Green. Prince Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed rider of Vhagar, stands at the forefront of the war, a blade in the name of his mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, and his brother, King Aegon II. A warrior forged in anger, ruthless and unyielding, but was his sword ever truly theirs to start? Aemond harbors a secret-a devotion that undermines the very cause he supposedly fights for. For all his wrath and violence, his heart has been lost to Saera since childhood, bound to her by longing, by fate, by a love neither of them dared to name. When duty and desperation forced them into an marriage before the war broke, their union was meant to be a bridge between Green and Black, a political bond to quell animosity and resentment. But beneath the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions, *love*-unyielding, undeniable-has already taken root. Their love is a treasonous thing, a flame burning between two sides sworn to destroy each other. And in the end, when the blood of kin stains the realm and dragons fall from the sky, Aemond must make a choice-his family or his wife, his crown or his heart. For what is duty when weighed against devotion? And what is a throne when set against love? _ "And then the storm broke, and the dragons danced."