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Theon Greyjoy x Fem!Stark Reader

Theon was used to the cold. When he first arrived in the walls of Winterfell he had been shivering, dwarfed under his seal-furred cloak. Now he was certain he could wander around half naked and feel nothing at all, a big part of this would be the warm veins of water crossing the castle, but he would not admit it. Today was important, for the Starks, for him, just another day in the shadows, standing behind the little wolves, with the moping bastard on his side. Still, he dressed in his best clothes as quick as he could, covering himself in his black cloak with the golden kraken, nine years had passed but he would always be a Greyjoy. Rushing out of his room he was met with the servants running around like ducks without a head, he avoided bumping into any of them, successfully maintaining a clean set of garments once he reached the yard.

And, she had gotten there before him again, there she stood by her mother’s side, waiting for everyone else to arrive. The crunching of his steps on the fallen leaves gave him away to the women, the youngest turning with a sweet smile directed solely at him, unlike the Lady of Winterfell who scowled at him.

“Where is Robb? Did you not accompany him?” Lady Tully never truly liked Theon, always expecting him to watch over her oldest son.

“I believe he was finishing up when I left,” he smiled towards Y/N with a glint in his eyes. “I wanted to make sure I was on time to help around.” Catelyn seemed appeased turning to her eldest instead.

“Go make sure Rickon and Bran are ready and not prowling around the woods, I can’t have them covered in mud in front of the king.”

“If the king is anything like father says he would probably join them.” She laughed; it was apparent Catelyn agreed but still she gently shoved her daughter away.

Grinning she signed for Theon to follow her, which he gladly did falling into step at her side.

“Seems we are both in brother watch duty.” He leaned towards her, being a good bit taller than her and her siblings, he had become used to this, though he always leaned the closest to her.

“It is because I’m the most responsible,” smirking she linked her arm with his. “I don’t really understand why they trust you so much though.” His hand shot to his chest.

“My lady you wound me, I have only been loyal to you and your house, and you insult me in such a way, I may not be able to look upon you ever again.” He feigned pulling away from her, but she only tightened her grasp cackling in the gentlest way a lady could. They walked together towards the weirdwood, they were sure the kids would be there, most likely accompanied by Arya.

Today she was wearing a white dress with blue velvet adorning it, covered by a grey coat decorated with soft garnet leaves on its trims. She looked warm, but most of all she was enchanting, he had known many women, believe me many, but none compared to the oldest Stark sibling. She stood tall in her red leather heeled boots, and a warm fur hat covering her head, her cheeks were glowing, and a soft smile accompanied her wherever she went. A soft tapping of her gloved finger reminded him they were having a conversation.

“You seem dispersed today, are you nervous about meeting the royal family? I hope they don’t stay long; I hate when such important guests come, everyone is a hair’s away from losing their temper, and things happen too fast, I prefer when its just us in our home.”

Home. He wishes he could understand her, he had been ripped from his true home, the rocky island of Pyke, he would like to say he missed it, but he had forgotten too much for that. The Starks were good and kind, but he cannot forget, when he first saw the Warden of the North, cold gray eyes, and a heavy hand on his shoulder, guiding him away from his sobbing mother and kicking sister. Ned Stark was noble, Theon had not lacked any comfort, still he knew why he was here, not to be raised, but to keep his father in line. Nevertheless, he smiled at the girl.

“I doubt they will be here long; no southerner can handle the cold of the North for more than a few days before freezing their bottoms off.”

“You acclimated quick enough. Never mind that, father and mother seem anxious, I wonder why. Not much we can do, so let’s enjoy the festivities, I expect at the very least they will be entertaining.”

“I could entertain you.”

She scoffed, like always, turning away from him to cover her smile. He knew her entirely too well, could recognize her by the sound of her steps, her soft breathing, her distant laughter. He must be ill.

Finally, they reached the kids, not only the youngest were there, but the dark boy and the little lady trying to pull them away from their games. Though Sansa was trying harder than the boy. Arya was ignoring them to the best of her abilities, throwing snowball after snowball at Bran, who could do little more but escape, while Rickon chased him with a stick, pushing his little legs to the limit. All this ruckus stopped the moment the eldest appeared, unlinking her arm from his and embracing the frustrated redhead.

“You all should listen to Sansa, mother is waiting, she really needs us to act in our best behavior today, yes?” Bran ran to her side.

“I was trying but they are rabid dogs!”

“I’m not a dog! I’m a wolf!” The last snowball hit him straight on the nose, and if it wasn’t for the girl holding him, he would have launched at his cackling sister.

“Come on Arya, I gave you time to release that energy, time to be a little lady.” Reluctantly she walked towards them, she always listened when her bastard brother spoke. Rickon was the last bastion standing his ground, fiercely crossing his fat little arms in defiance to his boring brothers. Theon knew it would not last long, the moment his sister called for him sweetly he would run into her arms and be lifted away happily.

With Rickon in her arms, the siblings turned away from the forest, and made their way to he yard, Theon followed two steps behind. He was close to the older siblings, but he knew he was not part of them, he was an outsider, he was ironborn, the night to the day they were.

“Can the wolves come?” The littlest had the hardest time being away from his wolf, his beast would be better said, Shaggydog was the wildest of the bunch.

“You know mother wants no problems today, but if you are good, we can go to the forest after the feast.” Rickon smiled satisfied, not knowing by that time he would be knocked out in bed.

“Look what the cat brought in! How are you always so late when we have guests.” Robb had brushed his curly red hair away from his face, he looked younger than he was with such a clean face.

“Maybe if you helped rally the little ones like Sansa, we would be timelier.”

“I helped too!” Y/N gave Snow a knowing look, he shrugged smiling and went to stand by Robb. The rest of the kids were corralled around them when their parents appeared. Lord Eddard Stark looked as solemn as ever, with his eyes glued to the entrance, Catelyn looked just as anxious about the king’s arrival, but the kids seemed to not notice.

Finally, the royal family’s court arrived at the heart of the North. The king had changed much since he had last seen him. He remembered a tall and broad man, smashing his way through the battlefield, not a fat old cunt. The queen on the other hand was the definition of beauty with her golden curls and emerald eyes shining, a great contrast to her husband. He decided to ignore him for the rest of their stay, but he was unable when he noticed the king freeze for a second in front of the eldest Starkling.

“I cannot believe you have grown so; I still remember holding you when you were just a suckling babe.”

“A long time has passed since then your highness.”

“Bah, I know Ned,” he grinned at the young lady, “your father thinks me a stupid old man, but I am just as strong and sound as I was back then Lady Stark.”

Gently bowing, she replied, “I am certain of it your highness, our father often speaks of your prowess during the rebellion.”

The king turned to his old friend then, a heavy scowl on his eyes. “What? So, I have lost my strength since then? You are one to talk! You have gotten fat!” The yard went quiet at that, both men holding their gazes while the rest held their breaths.

With a raised brow from the lord of the north it all dissipated as if it were never there. Theon thought about him and Robb. Would they maintain their friendship till their late years? Would he ever be able to look at him as lord of the Iron Islands? Stand tall at his side?

The royal family went on greeting the Starks and completely ignoring everyone else. The festivities began with the families sat together in the dais. As always Theon had to crane his neck to look at them, sat by the damned bastard. Snow was sulking, while looking for his uncle, the black man.

“Your eyes are gonna fall out at this point,” his voice came out muffled by the mug holding his precious beer, “hopefully.”

“Have you seen him? I lost him in the crowd.”

“Fuck if I know, I don’t care for those sad bastards.”

Snow turned to him, with a fire on his ass. “They are the ones protecting us from those savages, they have more honor in one toenail than you do in your entire body.”

Theon was not going to argue with that, he was not honorable and did not care to be. At least not until he heard the girls laugh. His eyes looked up to the heavens. She had taken off her hat, her hair cascaded around her, her braids adorned with silver, glinting as brightly as her eyes. They laid on her sister who was showing off her dress-making skills to the queen. Her elder sister’s pride could be seen from the wall to Sunspear, already commenting on the gloves she had been wearing and the designs the red head had added to them.

She had always been the type to shower people in compliments. He still remembered the first time he had successfully hunted. A fat and slow hare, which had been butchered by his 3 arrows, destroying the fur coat and most of the meat. She did not mind, clapping at his feat and taking it out of his hands to ask the cooks to make something of it. Completely ignoring their grimace to cheer for him again.

“You will be feared in battle a few years from now Theon, I can already see it.”

All he had done since then is present her with his prizes, always the best pieces he shot down. Hoping for another smile, another pat on his shoulder, another run to the kitchens to boast the dinner they would have tonight. He had taught her how to handle a bow, she was not bad herself. He could still feel her back glued to his front, warming him up as he held her trembling arms the right way.

Theon missed those times when they were younger and freer. Now he was stuck accompanying the lord and lordling wherever they went. And she stayed by her mother, learning the ways of a high lady, leading an entire castle on her own. Sometimes, he would allow himself to fantasize, for just a few moments, that it would be his castle she led. Turning the gloomy decrepit towers on his dark shores into a home, if anyone could do it, it would be her.

He was woken up from his reverie by Snow launching towards the doors, probably in search of his sad uncle. Now his sole only entertainment would be the rowdy drunks who kept knocking over their mugs and themselves. He could’t really complain, he was basically doing the same, he probably stunk of beer.

As he was getting up to relief himself, a strong hand caught his shoulder.

“We need your help getting the young ones to bed, “Robb’s cheeks were as red as an apple ”They are a bit rowdier than normal.”

“Sure.” Its not like he could say no, still he followed him, like he always has, and most probably always will. At the end of their path stood the eldest and youngest, a tangle of limbs as Rickon tried to escape her embrace. He went straight to them and grabbed the boy, he went limp in his arms, knowing he would be carried as a sack of potatoes if he didn’t behave.

“Oh, so you let Theon carry you but not your dear sister?” Her huffing made the kid laugh, hiding in Theon’s arm. Bran run to grab her hands, she was his favourite sibling, and he was terrible at hiding it.

Caressing his plump cheek she smiled at him. “See how Bran behaves? That’s a little man right there, a knight in the making.” The little snores ended the conversation. Bran quickly grew bored of walking at his sister’s pace and ran to annoy Arya, who was receiving a piggyback ride from the eldest boy.

“You can pass me Rickon if you want to go back, the party is more fun than putting the pups to bed.”

“And miss Arya throwing a fit?” He pitched his voice annoyingly higher” No, I’m not tired! what do you mean I’m tripping all over myself and can’t keep my eyes open? Don’t laugh at me Theon, you stupid ass!”

That laugh again. Her cheeks had grown redder as the night and the drinking proggressed. Her eyes wetter with a mischivous glint shinning through. He needed a drink.

“Thank you,” the girl’s tone had grown solemn, “I know we don’t say it enough, but we really appreciate you. It wouldn’t be home without you here.” Theon didn’t know how to answer. She also seemed to be a bit out of bounds, her reddened cheeks had grown scarlet, but she was braver than him, she pushed forward.

“Its just… Seeing the royal entourage, how alien they feel to each other, no warmth between the children, the marriage frigid… And knowing what we have here, it may not be perfect but its good.” She grabbed Arya as she tried to dash through, fleeing her brother, opening the door to her rooms. “And you are part of this goodness Theon, rest well.” With these parting words she closed the door behind her, and Theon was able to breath again. He could still hear the bumps and laughter of the girls as they battled for a few more minuted before bed.

A part of it. He wanted to believe it. So many days had been spent on dreaming of strong hands on his shoulder, embracing him as his own, of sweet lips laying sweeter kisses on his cheeks. But it was for naught, his efforts went unnoticed or were berated directly. Still one day, he would make a place for himself, and she would be right there, by his side, as its supposed to be. No doors between them, just love.

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you have invited strangers into your home, helen pevensie, mother of four.

without the blurred sight of joy and relief, it has become impossible to ignore. all the love inside you cannot keep you from seeing the truth. your children are strangers to you. the country has seen them grow taller, your youngest daughter’s hair much longer than you would have it all years past. their hands have more strength in them, their voices ring with an odd lilt and their eyes—it has become hard to look at them straight on, hasn’t it? your children have changed, helen, and as much as you knew they would grow a little in the time away from you, your children have become strangers.

your youngest sings songs you do not know in a language that makes your chest twist in odd ways. you watch her dance in floating steps, bare feet barely touching the dewy grass. when you try and make her wear her sister’s old shoes—growing out of her own faster than you think she ought to—, she looks at you as though you are the child instead of her. her fingers brush leaves with tenderness, and you swear your daughter’s gentle hum makes the drooping plant stand taller than before. you follow her eager leaps to her siblings, her enthusiasm the only thing you still recognise from before the country. yet, she laughs strangely, no longer the giggling girl she used to be but free in a way you have never seen. her smile can drop so fast now, her now-old eyes can turn distant and glassy, and her tears, now rarer, are always silent. it scares you to wonder what robbed her of the heaving sobs a child ought to make use of in the face of upset.

your other daughter—older than your youngest yet still at an age that she cannot be anything but a child—smiles with all the knowledge in the world sitting in the corner of her mouth. her voice is even, without all traces of the desperate importance her peers carry still, that she used to fill her siblings’ ears with at all hours of the day. she folds her hands in her lap with patience and soothes the ache of war in your mind before you even realise she has started speaking. you watch her curl her hair with careful, steady fingers and a straight back, her words a melody as she tells your eldest which move to make without so much a glance at the board off to her right. she reads still, and what a relief you find this sliver of normalcy, even if she’s started taking notes in a shorthand you couldn’t even think to decipher. even if you feel her slipping away, now more like one of the young, confident women in town than a child desperately wishing for a mother’s approval.

your younger son reads plenty as well these days, and it fills you with pride. he is quiet now, sitting still when you find him bent over a book in the armchair of his father. he looks at you with eyes too knowing for a petulant child on the cusp of puberty, and no longer beats his fists against the furniture when one of his siblings dares approach him. he has settled, you realise one evening when you walk into the living room and find him writing in a looping script you don’t recognise, so different from the scratched signature he carved into the doors of your pantry barely a year ago. he speaks sense to your youngest and eldest, respects their contributions without jest. you watch your two middle children pass a book back and forth, each a pen in hand and sheets of paper bridging the gap between them, his face opening up with a smile rather than a scowl. it freezes you mid-step to find such simple joy in him. remember when you sent them away, helen, and how long it had been since he allowed you to see a smile then?

your eldest doesn’t sleep anymore. none of your children care much for bedtimes these days, but at least sleep still finds them. it’s not restful, you know it from the startled yelps that fill the house each night, but they sleep. your eldest makes sure of it. you have not slept through a night since the war began, so it’s easy to discover the way he wanders the halls like a ghost, silent and persistent in a duty he carries with pride. each door is opened, your children soothed before you can even think to make your own way to their beds. his voice sounds deeper than it used to, deeper still than you think possible for a child his age and size. then again, you are never sure if the notches on his door frame are an accurate way to measure whatever it is that makes you feel like your eldest has grown beyond your reach. you watch him open doors, soothe your children, spend his nights in the kitchen, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea with a weariness not even the war should bring to him, not after all the effort you put into keeping him safe.

your children mostly talk to each other now, in a whispered privacy you cannot hope to be a part of. their arms no longer fit around your waist. your daughters are wilder—even your older one, as she carries herself like royalty, has grown teeth too sharp for polite society— and they no longer lean into your hands. your sons are broad-shouldered even before their shirts start being too small again, filling up space you never thought was up for taking. your eldest doesn’t sleep, your middle children take notes when politicians speak on the wireless and shake their heads as though they know better, and your youngest sings for hours in your garden.

who are your children now, helen pevensie, and who pried their childhood out of your shaking hands?

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the way it almost looks like aemond was gonna beef with meleys. like everyone is looking at rhaenys like :O and aemond looks like he’s saying “oh you wanna go?” to meleys lol

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that sure was a season finale huh

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am i gonna write an alicent x f!reader fic very soon? yes

i need more angsty lesbian stuff

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The entire green/Hightower side is so tragic and misguided in their self-righteousness. To have Otto force his daughter in a child marriage under the guise of making her happy as Queen. For that cycle to continue with Alicent, forcing Aegon to be King when he all he wanted was to be loved by his parents. Criston brutally murdering loyal and respected nobles to maintain his honor, when he was willing to leave it behind for Rhaenyra all those years ago. Their entire side usurping Rhaenyra not for the realm, not for the people, not for even Viserys, but for this sense of duty and ego that none of them even wanted. What a tragedy.

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salt and ash. ||

aemond targaryen x f!reader.

Perhaps the companionship that burned between you and Aemond once has not yet faded. In light of your newly established betrothal, he pays a visit to your chambers after dark to speak with his wife-to-be.

Targaryen!Velaryon!Reader. HOTD 1x08. Arranged Marriage.

Word Count: 1.9k

WARNINGS: Brief Explicit 18+ Content; Uncle/Niece Inc*st; Reader has Long White Hair; Mentions of Violence; Vaginal Fingering; Not Beta-Read; Potentially Other Non-Exhaustive Warnings.

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The feast had been an utter disaster.

Back in your room, you pace along the far wall of your bedchamber. It’s a cavernous space. One of the largest rooms in King’s Landing, and it used to be your mother’s.

You’d stayed here on many an occasion when returning to the Red Keep, and knew it like the back of your hand. That’s partly why you are on edge; for you know well what safety it affords and what it does not.

He will come for certain. Whether or not he does so alone or not is your true concern. It’s your hope that enough good will still exists between you both for him not to indulge his brother’s penchant for causing familial strife.

It’s not a good quality to have in a future husband. That is, if your betrothal is still set.

Keep reading

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AND HE IS RIGHT

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team black this and team green that, look, we're all excusing war crimes for our faves here alright so how about we jump off our high horses and just let everyone destroy each other while looking sexy as fuck

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twitter really drives me nuts, everyone is so annoying when it comes to choosing a team. Just enjoy the freaking show, it’s a bunch of narcissists killing each other. There’s nothing better than that.

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Low stakes modern au where Alicent and Aemond have a beach day and she posts these to instagram (he’s playing Zelda)

(where else to find me)

Bonus: simp in the comments (inspired by @yanderebeat )

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Hello! hope you are well (english is not my first language) could you do a fic, where the reader first doesn't like the way aemond looks? like the other ladies of the court, he begins to cover his eyes so as not to scare them away, something like the beauty and the beast

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

"He only has one eye, so don't stare." the Septa said to the Lady. She had arrived in King's Landing just hours before, to be a handmaid to Princess Helaena. "What happened to him?" the Lady asked, "That's none of your business, and it would be rude to ask." the Septa said sharply. The lady was led to the great hall. She was introduced to Helaena and Queen Alicent, she immediately hit it off with the princess. They would be fast friends indeed.

Soon the large double doors swung open, a man with short silver hair sauntered in; He seemed drunk. The man that followed him made her gasp, a long jagged scar ran across his left eye. In its place was a bright sapphire jewel, glittering in the sunlight coming in through the windows. The man who she now assumed was Prince Aemond had heard her small gasp, and turned his head as if to hide it.

The Lady had settled in to her new position as handmaid, Helaena was grateful to have someone indulge in her interests with. The Lady soon got to know her family as well, the king, Viserys, was as absent as a father could be. The queen Alicent was paranoid and always watching over her shoulder, although she at least spent some time with her children. Aegon was a drunken, perverted twat. He had made a few remarks, and a few moves on her, although he quickly stopped after a few day. Perhaps he got bored of her. As for Aemond, she never saw much of him, and when she did she didn't dare look him in the face. He always seemed angry, she couldn't ever pinpoint why. This made her afraid of him, she always walked on eggshells in his presence.

Months had passed she heard much gossip around the Keep. Many other ladies regarded Aemond as ugly, and undesirable. They would always say how he would never find a wife, his face was too unfortunate. The Lady thought their words were harsh, yes he had an awful scar and one eye but isn't love about emotion and personality instead of looks. Though, what Lord would marry his daughter to someone that looks like that.

One morning during tea with Helaena, Aemond had had come to the garden to relay a message to his sister. The Lady noticed and new leather patch now covered his eye, hiding the worst of the scar. That was the first time she had looked in his face, she had lived so close to him for months and for the first time she was seeing him. She noticed the fine lines of his face, the curve of his jaw, the color of his real eye. A beautiful shade of blue, she had never noticed before; how could she? Aemond finally looked away from his sister, catching the lady staring. He seemed shocked at first, and then angry. He whipped around and quickly left. "I am sorry my lady but my mother wishes to see me." Helaena brought the Lady's attention back to her. "Oh its no problem really, I will see you soon." she kissed the princesses cheek and let her leave.

The Lady wandered the halls as she waited for her princess. She soon came to a door that was slightly ajar, curiosity took her over as she peaked in. She saw Aemond and Aegon deep in conversation, she stayed by the wall beside the door. She didn't mean to eavesdrop, she just wondered what the two princes could possibly discuss.

"She thinks your ugly, all the women do." Aegon said flatly, Aemond scoffed. "You don't know the way she looked at me. I think the patch is working. Women actually look at my face now."

"Yeah but even when you marry you'd never be able to take that thing off, you really think a woman would let you fuck her without it?" Aegon was always cruel to his siblings, everyone around him really. It didn't shock the lady to hear him speaking to his brother that way. She thought it was unfair to say something like that though, if she were to fall in love with him she would certainly be willing to bed him. She froze in her thoughts, realizing what had crossed her mind.

No, she couldn't love him right?

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Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Aemond and you had been friends since childhood, you being one of Halaena’s maidens.

He had always been sweet towards you, unlike Aegon who always tried to get your attention in the worst ways possible, pulling your hair and calling you names.

You had always been an adorable child, having everyone love you, by simply seeing your smile, you may not have been the prettiest, smartest or toughest, but you were the kindest.

It was this kindness that led you and Aemond to become inseparable.

After the fight where he lost his eye, you remained glued to his side. You would read him books with the aid of his mother to make his bedridden days pass faster. You would bring him sweets from dinner, the maesters never truly agreed, but would turn a blind eye when seeing the prince’s smile.

Time kept passing, but your friendship never changed. You grew into a proper lady, carrying yourself with grace, turning necks with you parading through the halls. And he grew into a fearsome warrior, strong enough to protect his family.

Everyone had noticed how the pair had changed, both of you included.

Aemond was not known for his smiles, but if anyone paid enough attention they would see his gaze glow and lips pull into a soft grin the moment you appear. He wouldn’t let you ever see this side of him, only showing you his smirks and winks, enjoying seeing you huff everytime.

And you… everyone knew you were in love with the prince, if you had an angelic aura every passing second, whenever the dragon-rider stood by your side, you turned into an actual angel. Your attention centered solely on him, smiling with flushed cheeks whenever he looked your way.

No matter how hard you had tried to kill this hope, a little part of you kept dreaming about Aemond declaring his love for you. Maybe at night, running to your quarters, being unable to hold himself back any longer and crashing his lips onto yours. Or taking you away with Vhagar, somewhere private where he would scream his confession for only you to hear.

But this never happened, and you were beginning to realize you were growing older. Your parents kept pestering you about the new dance, where there would be many lords and heirs for you to meet. 

You decided that if the prince did not ask you to accompany him to the banquet you would let go. Find a good enough man and settle down.

And so you did, Aemond didn’t utter a word about the dance, he saw it as just another night where he could drink and get rowdy with his friends. 

What he did not expect was for you to enter the hall on another man’s arm. You were glowing brighter than usual, with your hair braided into an intricate bun, a golden necklace resting on your collar bones, and your jeweled hand grabbing the young man’s arm.

The Lannister wasn’t the best company, but he seemed fine, just fine… let’s be honest, he wasn’t Aemond. Throughout the whole night you kept stealing glances his way, hoping he would approach you and ask for a dance like he always did. But it seemed he was ignoring you, not once did your eyes cross. 

The golden lord didn’t even notice how your eyes kept straying away, your leg bouncing agitatedly, your breath turning quicker and quicker… you couldn’t breath, this was too much, why did you have to do this? why couldn’t you just accept things as they were? as they are? You were spiraling, losing focus, until you felt a strong hand on your shoulder, expecting to see the lord you simply shut your eyes, hoping to disappear.

“My lady, did the young lion hurt you?” Aemond was standing right behind you, staring down at the boy who could barely explain himself. You knew he would cause a scene if you didn’t stop him soon.

“No, I only need to take some air, do not fret my prince.” And with that you left both men, rushing towards the nearest balcony, but no matter how fast you ran, heavy boots kept following you.

“Stop it! I can go on my own, I will not get lost”.

“I just want to make sure you are safe, you look faint”. You couldn’t help but laugh, now he looks at you.

“I have managed the whole dance without you looming over me, I do not need your pity.”

“Don’t speak to me like this, I am not your prince, I am your friend and this is not pity.” He finally caught up to you, spinning you around, the only barrier separating you were your hands on his chest. “What is going on? Why are you acting like this? I barely recognize you.” 

He tried to maintain his eye on yours, but you kept avoiding his gaze. “I am not the one who is acting strangely, you ignored me the whole evening. What was I supposed to do? Wait in a corner for you to finally grace me with your presence?”

He let go of your arm frowning. “I did not want to disturb your time with that… boy. You seemed to be having such a grand evening with him, finally acting like every other lady, giggling and twirling your hair like a… girl.”

That was what finally set you off, how dare he mock you, your sole duty and goal in life was getting married, there was nothing more you could do. You stepped forward, fury in your eyes and finger pointed at him.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Aemond. Yes, I am a lady, and I am a girl. I need to find a husband, I am no longer a child, unlike you, I cannot live my days doing as I please. I will not allow myself to disgrace my family, nor will I ruin my future because I am too prideful to “giggle and twirl my hair” at men.”

With that, you turned around, you couldn’t believe his actions, he was your friend, your first love, he had to understand you. 

“Wait!” He sprinted, blocking your way, his breath was heavy, you thought he would have been angry, but he almost looked gleeful.

He took your hands, bringing them to his chest, you could feel the rapid beating of his heart. And then he smiled, his whole face transforming, from the cold prince everyone feared, to the young boy you had spent your whole life with.

“Marry me.”

Your grip tightened on his gloved hands, you gasped but he was quicker than you.

“Think about it, we’ve known each other since we were babes, no one can treat you with more care than I. Your house is strong enough for my parents to accept, you would never have to worry about anything again.”

“Aemond, I don’t know if I can.” His smile faded but you continued, tears gathering in your eyes. “I had already accepted that I would have to marry someone who will never love me. Maybe I would befriend my husband, and that would be enough. But you… you mean too much to simply be that.” You let go of his hands, holding his face close to yours in one final moment of bravery. “I love you too much.”

Before you could burst into tears, his lips crashed onto yours, hands grabbing at whatever they could find. It was a desperate kiss, too many feelings erupting at the same time, fear of losing the other and relief at finally having each other.

You pulled away gasping for breath, your foreheads touching, looking into each other’s eyes, there was nothing but love, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Jumping into his arms, he twirled you around, his own laugh resounding through the halls.

And he was right, there were no more worries in your life, only a future by his side.

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i’m going a little bit crazy over people tagging their oc fics as x reader ones. i wanna be the one fucking that psichotic one-eyed bitch

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This episode seemed the most tragic to me. You can see what could have been if Viserys had been a smarter man, if he had grown a backbone at some point. Alicent and Rhaenyra together again, sharing tentative smiles, hopeful but afraid of whats to come. And then everything is thrown away because of the damned throne.