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Aegon's strong body pressed firmly against hers, pinning her to the stone wall behind them. With one hand, he held hers in place while the other gripped the cold valyrian dagger, placing it against the delicate skin of her throat. His intense gaze locked with hers, sending shivers down her spine as she tried to read the emotions hidden within his eyes.

As he brought his face closer to hers, he nearly whispered, "Your eyes are so cruel." She remained still, locking eyes with him without making any attempt to move.

"I can be just as cruel." With that, he pressed the dagger with more force, causing the crimson blood to emerge.All Rights Reserved

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OF FLOWERS AND DEATH - aemond targaryen by -PAINTEDFLAG

dark elf aemond targaryen x reader "𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ☾⋆⁺₊✧✧₊⁺⋆☾ When you got closer, you could make out more details about him. An eyepatch covered his left eye, with a jagged scar protruding from the top and bottom. It did not mar his face, for the angelic beauty of it surpassed any physical blemish. His jaw was sharp and as strong as the trunks of the elder trees outside. His lips were twisted into a smirk. The eye you could see was the most brilliant shade of bright blue, yet held an unspeakable darkness. You could feel his gaze pierce through the inner workings of your soul, judging and calculating. Despite being a king, there was no crown upon his head. He did not need one. His very presence, dark and imposing, was enough to command fealty from anyone. Pieces of the stories you grew up hearing flashed through your current thinking, all now undercut with the ability to put a face to them. The elf king Aemond Targaryen was a being unlike any you had seen before. ☾⋆⁺₊✧✧₊⁺⋆☾ (summary inside)

Intertwined by voidlaufeyson

Daemon watches in horror as the two arrows find their mark, the man holding the bow stood high on the hill closest to them. A Velaryon knight throws himself at him, tackling the man onto the grass and holding a sword to his throat. As his focus returns to Daenys, her body slumps over within her seat, he can see her slipping. Valax roars in terror again, twisting her body around; the massive beast will not be able to turn herself in time. "Faster, Caraxes!" Daemon shouts, the blood wyrm wrenches himself to the right just as Daenys falls from her seat; it is as if time slows down. Nothing but fear rips through him as he flies closer to her, as she soars faster and faster towards the ground. He begins to beg the gods, to please let him reach her. He cannot live without her, he cannot live without her. Caraxes dips under her, he stretches his arms out and catches her, pulling her close to him just before the ground reaches them. His hands are shaking as he brushes the hair from her eyes, they are just barely open as she looks up at him. What a damn fool he was, a damn fool not to chain her within that tent himself if it meant she would not go onto that battlefield. He would not have cared if she hated him forever, she would be alive. "Daemon." She says; she is so quiet, so cold within his arms. Her blood coats his fingers, his armor, his saddle, he takes her hand in his. "Do not be afraid, my darling. I have you."

Twin Flame ࿐ Aegon Targaryen by xxbiihxx

Born into House Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen, named after her grandmother, is the second daughter of King Viserys I and his first wife, Aemma Arryn, born only three years after her older sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen. Once known as the "Realm's Heart" in her childhood, Alyssa was beloved by all. But tragedy struck with the death of her mother, followed by the exile of her dear uncle. What began as grief and confusion soon gave way to a smoldering rage, especially towards her father, and the innocence of the little girl was forever lost. After the birth of Aegon Targaryen, her half-brother through King Viserys I's marriage to Alicent Hightower, Alyssa quickly grasps the true reason behind her father's old desired son-the reason behind her mother's death-and soon sees the growing threat Aegon poses to Rhaenyra's claim to the throne. As Alyssa matures, so too does her cunning. She begins to see the political game for what it is-a game of power, and one she must learn to master if she hopes to navigate court, and control her own fate. The Targaryen blood runs hot in her veins, and she will stop at nothing to protect her family, her legacy, and her dragon. .❜䨻 ㅡ xxbiihxx, 2024. start: 19.12.24 end: xx.xx.xx

The Qeldlie Princess [Aegon II Targaryen] by Alyssatrgryen

"Qeldlie" word for golden in High Valyrian. According to Septon Eustace, most accurate description for Alyssa Targaryen, only daughter of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent. "The children of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent Hightower are now grown. Life at court, with its intrigues and shadows, has shaped them into very different people. In the Red Keep, growing up is perilous, and the blood of the dragon carries both duty and danger. In a game ruled by wicked and ruthless men, being a princess is an even riskier fate-especially when your greatest threat may be your own kin. Aegon, the eldest of the siblings, Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, is twenty years old and has grown up without ever knowing his parents' love, always disappointing them with his vices and his distaste for matters of court. Though he is often lost in drink, one thing in him has never faded with time: his love for his younger sister, and the fierce instinct to protect her, the only one who never rejected him or treated him cruelly for who he is. When the young princess finds herself in danger and the King's health begins to decline, an ill-prepared and vice-ridden Aegon must rise to protect all that he holds dear."

The Princess From Lys - Aemond & Aegon Targaryen - House of the Dragon by randomreader000000

"When it comes to the art of seduction, the Lysene are never bested. I would no doubt put you on your back, rather than you putting me on mine." She saw Aemond's adam's apple bob with his swallow. It seemed the prince had finally met his match. When Otto Hightower turns his eyes to Lys and the Triarchy for help in a war that has not yet begun, the arrival of Larra Rogare may be more then he bargained for. Beautiful as a butterfly, but capable of stinging like a bee, Larra is more clever then she lets on. Her one weakness however, seems to be the One Eyed Prince who, despite all attempts, manages to evade her games. But when Larra has her eye on something she doesn't stop until she gets it. And Aegon's lust for her might be the perfect tool to make Aemond hers.

The Fire That Burns Within US - Aemond Targaryen by GenZ420

Like her mother, Princess Visenya Velaryon had grown closer with her uncle Aemond. The two children would often sneak away from their duties to play with the wooden swords Aemond had stolen for the Princess, or lay outside of the dragon pit watching as the creators of their house flew around, or sometimes they would sit in the gardens with the rest of the new generation of Velaryon and Targyern, sitting next to each other and often the of two children would lay their head on the others shoulder and drift to sleep grasping onto each other's hand. But as they grew up, the feelings they had for each other grew into something more, Aemond growing protective over Visenya and glaring at any lord or prince that would come her way at balls wanting a dance, wanting nothing more for his mother and father to agree to the Princess Rhaenyra proposal of marriage between the two. When the two were ripped apart from each other after a mishap about a claiming of a dragon and the loss of an eye, the two of them thought the other would forget about them. They would not be there to keep each other safe, and the fire they had burning within them would slowly be snuffed out. Spanish cover - Arriba_Pecadoras Aemond Targaryen x OC GenZ240 on A03 and Tumblr The characters from G.R.R Martins's Fire and Blood belong to him, and the characters from the tv show House of the dragons belong to HBO. Original characters and ideas belong to me and no one has the rights to use my characters, ideas, or dialogue.

The Scorpion Princess by Silent_Catharsis

Dorne has fallen, and its fiercest weapon-Princess Amaris Martell-is now a political prisoner in King's Landing. Rebellious, untamed, and lethal with a blade, Amaris doesn't bow to anyone. Desperate to rein her in, Queen Alicent assigns her cold and ruthless son, Aemond One-Eye, to keep her in check. But taming the fiery princess might just burn them both. *** 'He towered over her now, his presence suffocating. His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur. "Something tells me," he said, his gaze flicking to her lips, "you like your pleasure with a side of pain." Amaris scoffed, though the flicker of something in her amber eyes betrayed her. "Don't flatter yourself." He leaned closer, his lips curling into a smirk. "I'm quite good at pain. Particularly when you piss me off." His gaze dipped to the dress that clung to her body like a second skin. "Is that why your clothes can't seem to stay on when I'm around, Princess?"'

Revenge - Aemond Targaryen x OC by Secretsea1

Amyra feels a guiding hand constantly, pulling at her bones, whispering into her ear. In King's Landing, between Flea Bottom and The Street of Silk, she dreams of it- dripping from her palms, a balm to the rage. By daylight, she grinds herbs, sells salves, delivers babes, and aids the needy as only a healer can, but when the moon rises up from her slumber, Amyra begins her true work. They come from all over, whispering, wailing, begging. Do you have a spell to make her love me? My husband should be dead, will you help me do it? Is there anything to make them forget? Remember? Live? Die? She takes them by their hand, "Of course," she tells them. She wipes their tears and smiles. "The price is ever so small." It doesn't matter what it costs, we'll pay it. "Of course, you will." she agrees, and it's true. They always pay, one way or another. Then, by a strange stroke of luck, Queen Alicent is in need of her expertise. My daughter, she cries, Princess Helaena, will you help her? "Of course," Amyra sings, "I am but a humble servant to the crown." She tastes it on her tongue, sweet and sticky. She sees it, pooling like blood off a wound. She calls her Justice, but she answers to Revenge.

Dark Paradise | Aegon II x Saera Targaryen by Alyssatrgryen

Princess Saera Targaryen is everything Alicent prayed would never happen. To Prince Aegon, his sister has always been his best friend, his twin flame since childhood. But when adolescence blooms, and King's Landing becomes a playground for the King and Queen's neglected firstborns, scandal, desire, drama, and reckless pleasure become their daily ritual. Meanwhile, the realm whispers. "Saera the Second," as the smallfolk call her, moves through life in the Red Keep caught between her mother's shame and regret, her father's slow decay, the first threads of usurpation beginning to stir, the quiet comfort of Helaena's friendship, the sharp, unspoken tension with Aemond- -and the bond with Aegon that no one dares name, and no God could ever sanctify. And in the shadows, someone watches her closely, proud of everything she's becoming.

ASHES OF THE CROWN || Daemon Targaryen by Iam_LewaKulture

Daemon crawled up Alicent's body, fixing himself between her legs as he nipped along her neck. His hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. "I'm going to fill you up," He sunk his long fat cock inside her core, giving her no time to adjust, his hand finding its way to your neck, squeezing slightly. Each thrust hit that exact spot inside Queen Alicent in such a delectable way, making her mouth open in a silent cry. "Seven Gods... Daemon.. fuck!" "Look at you, all cockdrunk on my cock," his thrusts increased in pace, moving her knees to her shoulders. as he hit so deep inside of Alicent, stretching her cunt so good. "Daemon! Ah! Ah!" "Who owns this pussy, Viserys or me?" Daemon asked in-between thrusts. "Y-you!" Alicent moans. Daemon's face scrunched in pleasure, his hair fanning around his face "Fuck! you feel so good wrapped around me, your cunt taking me so well....Hightower." his words already building another orgasm. "Oh...Fuck me Daemon!" Alicent moans as his thrusts becoming sloppy, he fucked her through both of her highs, bottoming out. She could feel him twitch with each spurt soiling her womb with his dragon's seed. ASHES OF THE CROWN, tells the tale in the heart of the Red Keep, hate ignites desire. Alicent Hightower, daughter of the Hand, is drawn to the the rogue prince, Daemon Targaryen. When piety dances with rebellion, the flames of lust consume duty. She was the Queen cloaked in green. He was the rogue Prince wrapped in shadow. And when their bodies met in secrecy, the realm itself trembled beneath the weight of their betrayal. Daemon and Alicent's affair begins in the shadows, a dance of contempt and longing, birthing bastards claimed by another. While the realm watches Rhaenyra rise as heir, Daemon and Alicent burn in silence, vowing to end their forbidden love. But when desire turns to devotion, and secrets unravel, their passion sets the realm ablaze, and the crown turns to ash. All rights reserved Lewa Kulture 2025

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OF FLOWERS AND DEATH - aemond targaryen

dark elf aemond targaryen x reader "𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ☾⋆⁺₊✧✧₊⁺⋆☾ When you got closer, you could make out more details about him. An eyepatch covered his left eye, with a jagged scar protruding from the top and bottom. It did not mar his face, for the angelic beauty of it surpassed any physical blemish. His jaw was sharp and as strong as the trunks of the elder trees outside. His lips were twisted into a smirk. The eye you could see was the most brilliant shade of bright blue, yet held an unspeakable darkness. You could feel his gaze pierce through the inner workings of your soul, judging and calculating. Despite being a king, there was no crown upon his head. He did not need one. His very presence, dark and imposing, was enough to command fealty from anyone. Pieces of the stories you grew up hearing flashed through your current thinking, all now undercut with the ability to put a face to them. The elf king Aemond Targaryen was a being unlike any you had seen before. ☾⋆⁺₊✧✧₊⁺⋆☾ (summary inside)