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After Hours | Aemond Targaryen

Summary: Your plan to distract your husband works a little too well, and to solve your little feud, Aemond suggests a shady evening spent drinking in Flea Bottom.

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You were always aware that Aemond could spot you relaxing on the balcony of the courtyard while he was training. Even if you tried to hide your presence there, you’d always see the corners of his lips rise slightly the second his eye focused on you. And it truly was your favorite place to be; pretending that you’re not paying attention while you watched him swing that sword around gracefully. It would always remind you how exquisite he looked whenever the two of you danced together. The thought would immediately bring on the fluttering of butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

But this time you wanted to grab his attention for more than a second. And so you made sure to wear your newest—and currently nicest—gown that early afternoon, fluttering your hand fan over the base of your neck, to make sure the stray hairs were gently brushing against your uncovered chest. As you walked slowly down the length of the balcony, towards where Aemond was sparring with Ser Criston, you made sure to focus your eyes on the back of his head hoping that he would feel your gaze.

And to your amusement, the plan succeeded. Aemond’s head turned towards you, and you watched his eye immediately catch yours, and then his gaze slowly made it down your body, pausing exactly where you wanted it to. This time the smirk appeared on your face instead of his, and you almost laughed until you saw See Criston’s blade draw blood. Aemond winced and moved away from the blade quickly. But before you could panic and run to him, he had already snapped out of the trance, and their practice continued, unbothered by the light trickle of red that appeared on his sleeve.

You waited until they walked away from each other before you approached. Aemond was sheathing his blade when you walked up and grabbed his arm, the blood had already dried but the cut in the fabric of his tunic was obvious.

“I'm sorry I distracted you, My Prince,” you said as you continued holding his arm.

“I wish you’d do that all the time, dear wife.” The smirk was on his face again as you watched his eye drop down the length of your body. Delicately, you smacked him on the bottom of his chin with your fan, and then he caught it with his free hand.

“My eyes are up here.” You smiled at him, and he leaned down to kiss you roughly, not caring about the tens of people around you.

“You shouldn’t raise a hand to your Prince,” he whispered into your ear. “There are plenty of ways I could punish you for such a thing.”

“I'd like to see you try,” you giggled, pushing him away from you. “Come on, I’ll clean that cut for you.” Grabbing his hand, you led him back up to your chambers, away from prying eyes.

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You warmed the bowl of water on the fire before bringing it over to the table where he was sitting, his blue eye watching you in silence as you worked. His sleeve had been pulled up, and a part of you wished the cut was higher up so he could have taken his tunic off entirely. Dipping the cloth into the warm water, you gently placed it on the cut, looking up at him to see if the sting had any effect. But Aemond was still just watching you intently, as if he had been put under a spell.

“Does it not hurt, Husband?” You asked.

“It does not,” he said, smirking. “I could pretend it does if that means you will kiss it once you are done.”

“Ha–ha,” you mocked. But eventually once the cut was fully washed and dried, you lifted his hand in yours and gently placed a kiss on his forearm, fluttering your eyes up at him as you did so. Finally getting a reaction out of him, you heard him take in a sharp breath. He placed his other hand roughly on your thigh, caressing the fabric with his thumb. You wished that your dress opened down the center, so that you could feel his soft hand on your bare thigh instead. He moved his face closer to yours, and in doing so, he lifted the delicate fabric of your dress further up your leg, his fingers inching closer to your core.

“What’s that for?” You asked before he could get too carried away. You motioned your head towards the black cloak that lay across the back of a chair next to him.

“That’s for when I have to slip out of the Red Keed unnoticed.” He chuckled and cleared his throat, snapping out of his trance and removing his hand from your thigh.

“And why are you having to slip out of the Red Keep unnoticed?” You questioned him, giggling.

“That's for me to know,” he began, grasping your face in his hands. “And you to find out when you join me tonight.”

“Join you tonight, huh?” You laughed, pecking him on the nose. “And what business could we possibly have outside the Red Keep that requires disguises.”

“You’ll see. Meet me back here after your evening tea with Helaena.” He kissed you deeply once again, and left the room without another word.

The full moon was shining bright outside when you entered your shared chamber. It must have been just before midnight by now, as you and Helaena got distracted reading together for hours. But Aemond had promised that he would meet you, and there he was, relaxing in a chair by the fire.

“Am I late? I’m sorry.” You apologized quickly for keeping him waiting.

“The later the better,” he smirked, standing up from the chair. “Here, this is for you.” He picked up a similar looking cloak from the chair opposite him and handed it to you.

You laughed as you put it on, and he helped you make sure that all your hair was hidden underneath it before taking your hand and leading you to the bed.

“I don’t think I needed a cloak for this,” you said, confusion growing on your face.

“You won’t be needing it later tonight, don’t worry,” he said. “Here, look.”

He placed his palm flat on the wall beside the bed and pushed. The plaster scraped against the stone flooring as an exit suddenly appeared. You moved closer to him to look into the gap, but the only thing you could see was a staircase leading down into the darkness.

“Where does it go?” You asked.

“Flea Bottom,” he said, a smirk appearing on the corner of his lips.

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The music played loudly and the alcohol flowed out of your cup and into your mouth quickly every time it was refilled. And by the fifth tavern, you and Aemond had one of the greatest ideas your minds could ever create.

You entered alone, sitting down at the bar, and making sure that your hair was still secure under your hood.

“What’ll you be havin’ then?” The barkeep yelled over the shouting of the other patrons.

“Ale, please!” You yelled back and he nodded. You noticed the wandering eyes of other men around you while you waited for your drink, and hoped that none of them would suddenly build up the courage to approach you.

The barkeep returned with a large mug of ale and placed it in front of you. Fishing a coin out of the small purse around your waist, you placed it on the wooden bar. But before you could slide it across the sticky wood surface, another hand landed right next to yours. You saw two coins placed between the long fingers and as he slid them across the surface you heard his voice right next to your ear. “Make that two ales.”

The butterflies arose in your stomach yet again, but you quickly wiped the smile off your face as he sat down next to you.

You turned your head to see his piercing blue eye staring deep into yours. The way the hood of his cloak covered his eyepatch almost made you forget the character you were attempting to play, instead wanting to just jump him right then and there.

“What’s a fine woman like you doing in an establishment like this?” He asked, the corner of his lips turned up.

“Just out for a late night drink,” you said and reached to sip the ale in your mug. “Looking for someone special to occupy the rest of my evening.”

“I can definitely help with that.” He said as the barkeep brought him his own mug, from which he took a few gulps. He moved closer to you, his lips almost touching your ear when he spoke again. “How would you like me to occupy your evening, My Lady.”

You could have sworn the shiver that went through your body at that moment could be seen by everyone in that tavern. You turned your head to look him in the eye. “I want you to carry me back to your castle on the hill and take me in your bed, My Prince.”

You could almost feel the lust that you saw spreading in his blue eye. “That can be arranged.” He drank the rest of his ale and slammed the mug down on the wooden bar before standing up. Grabbing you by the hand, he led you out of the tavern.

As soon as you got outside, he pushed you up against the brick wall, crashing his lips to yours so hard that you worried that the hood would fall from your head. And as you felt him against you, all you wanted to do was just push him off of you and then continue pushing him until you made your way all the way up the staircase to your shared chamber.

“Aemond, please.” You said between kisses.

“Please, what?” He asked, continuing to taunt you.

You grabbed his face and pulled his ear down to your mouth. “Carry me to your bed and fuck me.” You slid your tongue across his ear, and you felt him slam his hand against the brick.

“Anything for you, Princess.” He hummed in response and picked you up, lifting you over his shoulder. You yelped at the sudden action, but laughed when he spoke again. “I have to punish you for raising your hand to me this afternoon after all.”

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LMFAO TRUE

Waiting for Season 2 got me like

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All of us trying to train our Google Docs to stop autocorrecting Aemond to Almond is such a big mood.

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Is This What You Wanted: Part 4 | Aemond Targaryen

Summary: You are wed to Aemond Targaryen, but you swore to yourself that you would never love him. Inspired by the song Is This What You Wanted, by The Last Shadow Puppets (and ofc episode 8 of House of the Dragon!)

Words: 2.5k

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A/N: Part 4 is finally here, I apologize for the delay! I’m gonna be writing daily for NaNoWriMo through the entirety of November so expect more updates weekly (I have some ideas for one-shots)! Thank you so much for reading!!!

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Relaxing on a pile of pillows on the ground, you warmed the soles of your now bare feet close to the dying fire. Uncomfortable shoes scattered across the room when you managed to lose them somehow as you were walking across the chamber, and the decorative headpiece discarded, slowly falling off the back of a nearby chair. The only sounds that seemed to echo through the now dormant castle was your laughter, amplified by the goblet of wine that had been filled and refilled multiple times over the past few hours.

Aemond stood up from his spot next to you, and you watched the pillows that had sunken into the stone floor under his weight slowly start to rise again. The fire roared up into the chimney as he added an extra two logs, wiping his hands on his trousers to clean off the shavings. He picked up the almost empty flagon of wine before making his way back over to you.

You reached your arm out to accept the wine being poured into your goblet, then waited for him to sit back down.

“Oh—oh,” you jumped up from your spot on the ground. “Do you remember when Helaena found that green beetle that couldn’t fly and Ser Criston stepped on it? I never heard her shout at someone like that before.”

“Good,” he smirked. “He deserves to be told off.”

Wine spilled over the edge of your goblet as you laughed loudly, causing you to gasp, but then switched back to laughter once more when you saw that Aemond still had the smirk on his face. You placed the goblet down momentarily and wiped your fingers on your gown, not worrying about stains since both were the same shade of red.

Refilling your cup once again, the flagon now empty, Aemond leaned over until both of your goblets were within an inch of each other.

“To our successful marriage,” he said. “And to my beautiful wife.”

“Thank you, my Prince.” You felt your cheeks redden as you clinked your goblet against his.

“Princess,” he said and put the goblet up to his lips.

You tried to hide the blush by bringing the goblet up to your lips, smiling as you sipped the maroon liquid.

The silence was calming as you both drank your wine. The fire crackled next to you, and the soft sounds of the city entered your ears. Aemond’s chamber faced the majority of the city of King’s Landing, and you heard the distant sounds of music echoing through the sandstone streets.

“Sounds like we're not the only ones celebrating tonight.” You instinctively turned your head towards the open windows as Aemond spoke. Feeling him shift next to you, you turned back around to see him standing up, his hand extended outwards. “Come on,” he said. “I'm sure we can do much better this time.”

You cringed slightly at his remark, remembering how you stepped on his toes not once but three times during your first dance. “I'm not the one who didn’t remember the steps,” you joked back but accepted his hand anyway.

Aemond led you closer towards the open window. While the sounds of the city were louder here, you still tried to stay as silent as possible just to be able to hear the music. Pulling you closer towards him this time, you felt his grip on your right hand tighten momentarily before he started moving. He had no problems remembering the steps this time as he delicately maneuvered you around the room, and you were able to avoid his toes without having to look down. The music outside started to quicken, and he obliged, spinning you around faster and making you giggle as you relished in him leading the dance. It made you wonder if his talents came from his expert swordsmanship; that was similar to dancing, right?

Though your thoughts of his elegance and poise made you lose your own balance, and on the third spin in the sequence, your back suddenly hit his chest, the impact causing you to take a quick breath. But before you could turn around to apologize, you realized that his arms had firmly encircled you.

The music still played outside but you could barely hear it over the beating of your own heart that echoed in your ears. You felt his breath on the back of your neck as he angled his head down towards you, and for a second you thought that maybe it wasn’t your own heart beating that you could hear, but his own. Leaning your head back further against his chest, you looked up through your lashes to see how close he was. His eye was closed, and you felt his breath against your parted lips now.

You hovered there for what felt like an eternity, lips barely a centimeter from each other, before he slowly started moving again.

The music playing outside did not matter anymore as the two of you were now dancing to your own melody. Swaying gently along with the breeze that entered the chamber through the open window, your back was still up against his chest, and you were sure now that you could feel his heart beating through the soft black fabric of his shirt.

You finally turned to face him after some time. His eye now open and staring deep into yours, you continued to dance as the wind picked up. You heard the fire crackle as it hit the stones surrounding it, and the same gust of wind lifted the bottom hem of your skirts. A shiver ran through you, and you instinctively moved closer towards Aemond’s body, tightening your grip on his shoulder.

“Are you cold, My Lady?” A small smile decorated the corners of his lips.

“Yes, My Prince,” you responded. “The wind seems to have picked up.”

Aemond stopped moving, and you assumed he would step away from you. Releasing you from the warm embrace in order to walk towards the grand windows and close them. But instead he brought his hand up to your chin, still holding onto you with his other hand, and tilted your head back to look up at him. The smirk on his face never faltered as he looked lovingly into your eyes.

He took a step forward, forcing you to take a step back—and then another, and another—until you felt yourself nearing the decorative half wall that separated his large oak bed from the rest of his chambers. He had dropped his hand from your chin by that point, but you were still looking up at him, not daring to break eye contact. At that moment you wanted to burn every inch of his face into your memory, as the look he was giving you was something that you had never seen before in anyone's eyes.

As you passed the threshold that divided the two rooms you instantly felt the cold wind cease. He led you backwards until you felt the solid oak hit the back of your legs, causing you to sit down at the foot of the bed.

The heavy black and red curtains that decorated the four poster bed were tied to the posts intricately, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he would close them for what happens next. You wondered if he would prefer to shroud the both of you in darkness, or if he’d rather look upon your face; a part of you wishing it was the latter.

His hand ventured across the side of your face, caressing your cheek before dropping back down to where the three clasps held your shawl in place. He unfastened each individual clasp slowly, not breaking eye contact. But you noticed that the smirk was now completely gone, replaced by a similar look to the one he gave you before he kissed you earlier that night. As soon as the third clasp was released, the shawl slipped from your frame and onto the feather mattress.

“Stand up.” Aemond commanded as he reached his hand out towards you once again. Obeying, you stood from your spot on the bed, not wanting to challenge the look that he was giving you. Your bare shoulders hit the cold air as you rose, and you watched as his good eye scanned down the length of your body, only now being able to truly take in the intricacy of your gown.

“Do you like the gown I chose, My Prince?” You asked.

His piercing blue eye shot back up to your face. “Yes,” he said. The smirk appearing again as he leaned down to your ear. “But what interests me more is how long it will take for me to remove it.”

There was no way to hide the deep red blush that instantly spread across your face this time, and he made sure of that. As soon as you tried to drop your head, his hand went to the side of your face, running his thumb over the redness on your cheek.

“My Lady,” he waited to continue speaking until you looked up at him. “Do you know what happens between a man and a woman on their wedding night?” He asked gently.

You nodded your head quickly, muttered a quiet ‘yes,’ and attempted to turn your face away again, but he stopped you.

He tucked a stray hair behind your ear carefully before speaking again, his words falling to a whisper. “I won’t hurt you,” he said. “I promise.”

You looked back up into his eye. “I know.” Your voice sounded, barely a whisper too.

But that was all that he needed, and soon both of his hands dropped down to the ties on the front of your gown. He pulled on the ornate ribbons, releasing them slowly, and watching as the silky fabric began to slide off your shoulders, before it finally slipped to the ground, revealing the pearl white gown underneath. One hand caressing your face as he slipped the other hand in between both of you, weaving his fingers through the thin white cord which held the gown tight to your body. You felt it loosen with every tug until he pulled his hand away completely, holding the cord in his hand, now separated from the fabric. The last thing holding the soft tulle to your body was the red ribbon at the nape of your neck.

Taking one last look at you, Aemond leaned down and smashed his lips to yours. You felt his fingers pull on the ribbon, and soon after felt your gown pooling at your feet.

Deepening the kiss, a sigh escaped your lips as you reached up to run your fingers through his long white hair.

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The flickering candlelights of darkness were replaced by a soft warm hue that glowed on the outside of your eyelids. Peeling open your eyes, you realized that the warmth you felt on your face was actually the light of the morning sun entering through the still open eastern windows.

You looked around to find that you were laying down in an unfamiliar chamber, the light of the candles on the walls still quivering, melted almost entirely down to the metal spike holding them up. Blinded by the light, your attempt to take in your surroundings through blurry vision was thwarted. Shifting over slightly, you pulled the heavy covers up and over your eyes, trying your best to recall why exactly you were waking up in a strange bed.

Then the memories of the night before slowly started flooding back in, and the other party responsible for you waking up in the dragon’s den stirred beside you.

You were nervous to turn around, unsure if he was awake yet or not. And to be honest, you didn’t know which you would prefer. But you were starting to lose oxygen hiding your face under the covers, and you knew you’d have to come out sooner or later.

Peeling back the heavy sheet covering your face, you slowly moved it down to your nose—then down even further to your chin. Slowly turning your head over to the side once you felt him stop moving.

Aemond was splayed out next to you on his stomach, arm span covering at least two thirds of the bed. Only then you realized that you were cuddled up right on the edge. His white hair seemed to have wrapped its long strands across his face and neck, the hair by his nose gently lifting up and down to signify that he was in fact still breathing. You noticed that the black eyepatch was missing from his eye, but the left side of his face was buried deep in the pillow. He must have removed it at some point in the night.

Turning around to face him, you noticed that the calmness of sleep on his face erased all the signs of stress and tension that normally resided there. Reluctantly, you reached out your hand to move the stray hairs away, but as soon as your fingertips brushed over his cheek, he awoke with a start. Jumping up from where his face was planted in the pillow, he turned the left side of his face quickly away from you. But you had caught a glimpse of the blue sapphire that resided in the empty gap of where his left eye used to be, reflecting blue in the sunlight that was hitting the both of you.

“Please.” Sitting up, you reached out your hand toward him. “It doesn’t frighten me, Aemond.”

You watched him take a deep breath, and you realized how long it’s been since you’ve actually called him by his name. He closed his right eye, and turned slowly towards you, the sapphire catching the light once again. Placing your hand on his cheek just as you did the night before, you thought you could feel the deep blue color burning into your own eyes, reflecting the color back to him.

“You don’t frighten me, Aemond.” You said as soon as you saw his right eye look up at you.

You felt his jaw clench under your palm, and this time you leaned in to kiss him. The awkward positions of your bodies forcing you to adjust yourself until you were almost sitting on his lap, causing the heavy covers to drop from the tight cocoon against you. You weren’t expecting the chill that suddenly hit your body, reaching down with your other hand to lift the covers back up. But Aemond’s hand grabbed your wrist.

You felt the blush forming on your cheeks when Aemond’s eyes dropped down to scan over your body. The smirk that you had missed for the past few hours creeping up to the corners of his lips yet again.

“I don’t think anyone will be expecting us at breakfast.” Aemond said before leaning back into the kiss.

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Waiting for Season 2 got me like

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Who did this I just wanna talk

LUKE MY SWEET BOY 💔fuck.

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i’m crying idk what’s funnier the video or the comments

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So isn’t Fire and Blood supposedly written by a biased maester? Cause if so then I’m thinking like the show is showing what actually happened from the perspectives of these characters instead of just one random due who knew how to read and write.

(Or I’m just in denial about what Aemond did in the book lmao)

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Is This What You Wanted: Part 3 | Aemond Targaryen

Summary: You are wed to Aemond Targaryen, but you swore to yourself that you would never love him. Inspired by the song Is This What You Wanted, by The Last Shadow Puppets (and ofc episode 8 of House of the Dragon!)

Words: 2.1k

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A/N: Part 4 (the finale!) will be out around Thursday! I’m also taking requests!

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You felt your shoulder brush against Aemond’s chest as you stepped through the arch that he had created above you, his arm holding the door open over your head. The gold around your neck suddenly felt ten times heavier, weighing your feet down into your uncomfortable shoes even more. You tried to wiggle your toes to ease the pain as you stood in the center of the chamber, taking in the entire room. Every single piece of fabric seemed to either be a black or deep red velvet, shrouding most of the room in a darkness that daylight probably wouldn’t help either. Except the only uncovered windows were the ones facing east, letting the light of the full moon shine in, the heavy curtains pinned on the sides. You noticed that he kept the space somewhat tidy, at least there wouldn’t be much convincing on your end to keep the room clean. You laughed to yourself, but soon remembered that was your reality, and all your things would be here by tomorrow morning,

The door had shut loudly behind you, and you turned around him to see that he had been observing you that entire time. Not knowing what to say, you cleared your throat and clasped your hands together a bit louder than you meant to, bouncing slightly on the balls of your feet.

The corners of Aemond’s mouth turned up as he took in the sight of you, you couldn’t tell if he found joy in your pain or if he genuinely was just happy that you were there.

“Come, sit.” He said and approached you just to gesture towards a chair lingering right behind you, which was pulled away from the table, as if you standing in this spot was part of some bigger scheme that he had concocted.

You awkwardly sat down, the gap between chair and table too small as you tried to fit all your skirts underneath you. He sat in the chair opposite you, and leaned his right arm on the table. His piercing blue eye now faced you, and you instinctively brushed your sweaty palms over your dress, half attempting to dry them and half to smooth out the wrinkles that had now appeared. Again, the corners of his mouth turned up as he watched you sweat under his gaze.

“I went ahead and had the remnants of our cake brought up.” He said suddenly and reached his long arm to the center of the table, lifting up the metal dome and revealing the final layer of cake. It had started melting after the few hours it had spent in the humidity of King’s Landing. Droplets of moisture speckled the black fondant, and the decorative red glaze had begun seeping down the sides onto the matching mirrored platter. “You seemed to enjoy it during the feast. I saw you taking multiple portions,” he added.

You watched as a drop of red slowly slid off the side of the cake and landed on your reflection’s forehead. Shuddering, you looked up at Aemond and finally found your voice to respond. “Thank you, my Prince. It was most appetizing.”

To be completely honest, you didn’t even remember what the cake tasted like. You just preferred to stay busy with the food in order to not have to socialize. But hopefully now you could actually enjoy a piece of the grand meal that had been prepared for the two of you.

You moved to stand up, in order to reach the cake knife and cut yourself a piece, but he held up a hand before you could even push your chair back. Instead, he waited for you to sit back down, and then called for a servant. And you watched in silence as a young boy rushed in, cutting two pieces of the cake and placing them on both of your plates, before running off again. Aemond’s eye was on you the entire time, the smirk never disappearing from his face.

You slid your fork into the smooth cake, cutting off a piece that was stained with red glaze, and gently placing it on your tongue. The spongy texture of the chocolate melted as soon as you closed your mouth around it. Relishing in the taste, you held the fork in your mouth as you let out a groan of satisfaction, before catching yourself and remembering that you’re not sitting alone in your chambers enjoying sweets. Aemond’s smirk grew wider as he watched you, and you covered your mouth with your hand as you chewed the cake quickly.

“Have some cake, my Prince.” You said from behind your hand, running your tongue across your teeth to make sure there were no specks of chocolate stuck between them.

“Gladly,” he said. But the smirk didn’t fall from his face as he looked down at his plate. “I don’t seem to have a fork, my Lady. Could I use yours?”

He definitely planned all of this.

Narrowing your eyes, you spoke. “Sure, my Prince.” You flipped the fork around in your hand and reached your arm out across the table. Shaking it gently when he didn’t reach his own hand out to accept it.

“Hasn’t your Septa taught you that it’s rude to reach across the table like that?” He asked, leaning as far away from the hovering fork as possible.

You sighed as you pulled your arm back, chair scraping loudly against the stone floor as you stood up from your seat. You walked over to his side of the table and gave him your kindest smile. He was lounging in his chair, long legs spread wide, and an elbow balanced on the table as his fingers caressed the side of his face. He was clearly very amused by this, and you very much weren’t. Normally too close for comfort, you leaned down as close as possible making sure your assets were in prime viewing position, before turning your attention towards the plate and gently stabbing the fork into the slice of cake. You walked back over to your chair, satisfied, and sat down heavily in your chair, swiping back the curls that fell onto your face in the process.

The smirk was still wide on his face, and you caught yourself smiling too. “Enjoy, my Prince.” You motioned your hand towards the slice of cake, and then clasped your hands together in your lap.

“Mmm,” he made an agreeable noise, raised his eyebrow, and took a bite out of the chocolate cake. You watched him chew as he did before. “I must say, they’ve really outdone themselves this time.”

You nodded, genuinely agreeing with him, and a small laugh escaped your lips. In three more bites, he ate the rest of the slice.

“How about some more then.” He hit his hands on both of his knees, and before you could argue he had already gotten up from his chair, crossing over to your side of the table in three long strides. He picked up the cake knife in his right hand and wiped it with a cloth, looking at his own reflection. He spun it in his hand before leaning his left hand on the back of your chair.

You watched his hand grip the delicate handle of the knife, spinning it around a few times. You were worried the gold would shatter in his hand. The smile had erased itself from your lips, and you cleared your throat.

“You laughed along with the others when we were younger,” he said, still not looking at you. “And yet you fear me now, why is that?”

You gulped, watching the reflections of candlelight as he spun the cake knife in his hand. Silence coated the room, and you thought for a moment in order to choose your words wisely. ”If I may speak freely, my Prince. This marriage doesn’t have to be out of love—no one expects it to be” you said. ”But why did you agree to it if you despise me so?”

You looked up at him to see that he was staring deep into your eyes again.

“I never said I despised you, Y/N.” You felt your heart beating fast, and you worried for a second that he could hear it. “I just want to know why you fear me.” Your eyes immediately dropped down to the knife in his hand, and he looked down too. You didn’t realize how close he had gotten to you, leaning forward a few inches from your face, until he straightened back up again and placed the knife back down on the platter.

He walked towards the open window leading onto the balcony, and placed his hands on the stone balustrade. “Lady Laena’s funeral on Driftmark,” he began. “You tried to follow me when I went after Vhagar.”

“I did,” you said. That was one of the last days that you were actually able to have a conversation with him, it only got worse after that when he started growing distant.

“I thought you were going to stop me.”

“Why would I do that?” You asked, confusion in your voice.

“The dragon was promised to Rhaena,” he said. “I thought you would have sided with the rest of them.”

You stood up, trying not to make a sound, but the chair scraped against the stone again. Yet Aemond was unfazed, still looking out into the night. Slowly, you approached him. “I also knew that you were seeking a dragon, my Prince. But you never gave me a chance to explain that before you pushed me into the sand and ran off.”

He let out a short laugh, and you were sure that was the first time you’ve heard him laugh in years, which brought a smile to your lips. Finally, he turned around, but the surprise didn’t show on his face when he saw that you were standing right behind him.

He leaned back casually on the balustrade and you dared to step even closer. Taking in his frame and features more clearly now, your smile dropped when your eyes landed on the eyepatch that adorned his face.

“I’m so sorry,” you began. “About what happened to you that night.” Gently, you reached your hand towards his left eye, but left it hovering in midair before starting to move it back towards you.

You weren’t expecting him to reach out and catch your wrist, the sudden contact making your heart skip a beat. He stood up straight from his spot on the balustrade and pulled you closer to him. You held your arm tightly to your chest until he softly pulled it towards himself again, but this time up towards his face. He placed your hand where you had intended to lay it before, on the left side of his face, your thumb gently caressing the line of the scar that ended on his cheek. His hand was still clasped around your wrist as you dared to move your thumb, following the outline of the eyepatch that stayed firmly in place.

“It’s not your fault—you weren’t there when it happened.” He finally responded.

“Maybe I should have been,” you said, your hand still firmly in place. Nervously, you turned your gaze back to his good eye. “So I could have proved to you how much I cared about you even then.”

His signature smirk was nowhere in sight now, and the genuine smile that grew on his face made your heart flutter. You knew he had changed since you were both just children playing in the Godswood, but you knew that that caring soul was still there inside him, just hidden behind years of bullying and an eternal wound that had been carved into the soft features concealed under it.

You hadn’t spoken in years until your mother told you that it would be best for your two families if your houses were joined in matrimony. You shrugged and nodded until she sat you down and explained that you would be the one getting married. Soon after that, you were strolling around the Godswood again like you did ten years earlier, except you and your prospective husband would barely speak two words to each other.

And yet here you were, your hand caressing the scar that he refused to let you tend to over five years ago. As if you had skipped those five years, with your friendship not being put on hold.

“I could never love him.” Your own words repeated in your head, but quieter now.

Erased entirely when you felt his hands caressing your face, and he leaned down to kiss you.

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Is This What You Wanted: Part 2 | Aemond Targaryen

Summary: You are wed to Aemond Targaryen, but you swore to yourself that you would never love him. Inspired by the song Is This What You Wanted, by The Last Shadow Puppets (and ofc episode 8 of House of the Dragon!)

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You sat in a chair staring into the eyes of your own reflection a foot in front of you as the noise of your entire family hovering around you blurred into the sounds of the party guests still celebrating in the hall below. The heavy wooden double doors to your chambers remained open as your family circulated in and out of the space. Your father stopped by at some point, and so did your brothers, and even your aunts and uncles with their own children, just to congratulate you on the successful marriage. But all you heard was noise, as your sisters fussed over your hair and excessive amounts of jewelry. You just smiled, nodded, and said thank you, and waited for the next face to appear in the mirror.

But the next shape that appeared was the face of your youngest sister, and you saw her lips opening and closing in slow motion. “What did you say?” You finally asked her after trying to decipher it for a little longer than necessary. The world around you finally entering your ears once again.

“Your hair,” she said. “It’s knotted in the back.” She pulled your hair as she said it, and you winced only just now feeling the pain.

“Stop shifting, you were fine just before!” She groaned in annoyance.

“Stop pulling my hair then!” You swiped at her hand that was holding the brush behind you, causing her to drop it.

“Girls,” your mother spoke up before the two of you could start arguing. “You’re getting married, Y/N. Maybe try to act like it.”

Your mother picked the brush up off the ground and shooed your sister away.

“She started it.” You mumbled under your breath and crossed your arms over your chest.

“And I’m ending it,” her reflection smiled at you in the mirror, brushing through your hair delicately. “Now come, I’ll help you into your dress.”

She took your hand and helped you stand up from the chair. Feeling the sharp pain shoot through your feet, you were already regretting having to put those uncomfortable shoes back on after the hours you’ve spent in them by now.

Leading you over towards a small platform, your mother helped you get into the intricate layers of your second gown that evening. Your four sisters were fluttering around you, gossiping about whatever drama they noticed at the ceremony, and passing random pieces to your mother. You stared at yourself in the mirror as more pieces of clothing were added to your body.

Your oldest sister stepped up behind you to tie the laces of your corset. “I’ll keep them loose so he doesn’t struggle too much.” She smiled from ear to ear and jumped off the platform, but not before you reached over and poked her between the ribs, causing her to yelp as she ran from you, laughing.

But your smile slowly started fading when the room suddenly became quiet. You noticed that the Queen was standing in the doorway, her hands folded tightly in front of her. Your mother greeted her, and the entire room curtsied, and it didn’t take long for your mother to reach her hand out again to you, urging you off the platform.

“She’s ready now, my Queen,” she said, smiling at you. She grasped your hand, not waiting for you to act on your own, and gently guided you towards the door.

The Queen stepped back into the hallway and you turned towards your mother. She kissed your cheek and wiped the tear that seemed to have slipped from the corner of your eye. You heard the Queen’s shoes start clicking as she began walking down the hallway, clearly not interested in watching your goodbye’s. You waved at your sisters who all seemed to have mellowed out now, no longer laughing and smiling, and started heading towards the Queen, but your mothers hand still held on to yours. She pulled you back in for a long, warm hug, “Good luck, my girl.” You turned away before your mother could see the tears spill over.

Catching up to Alicent, your nerves got the better of you, and your hands automatically went to your gown to smooth out the wrinkles that were truly never really there. “Wipe your tears,” Alicent said as you turned the corner, nearing Aemond’s chambers. As ordered, you gently swiped your fingers across your cheeks, in order to not ruin the delicate makeup that your sisters had worked so hard on.

You thought of Aemond, and if he was as nervous as you were. Scoffing, you realized that at this point he was probably too drunk to even remember the wedding had occurred. Maybe he would fall asleep before anything could even transpire, or so you hoped.

Reaching his door, Alicent stopped abruptly and turned to you. “Knock and wait for him to open the door,” she said, and was about to turn away but paused to study your face for a moment. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, and you were sure the stress that you felt was painted all over your face.

“Everything will be okay.” She said suddenly, and reached her arms out to hug you. Hesitantly, you hugged her back. Looking down and quickly wiping away another stray tear as she let you go, she gave you a small smile and walked back down the hall.

You bit the inside of your cheek, wishing that no more tears would flow, and took the deepest breath you had ever taken in your life, releasing it as slowly as possible in order to prolong this moment. Finally, you reached out and knocked on the door twice, hoping that you knocked hard enough for him to hear it.

Taking two steps back, you held your breath this time in order to hear any sound coming from the other side of the door. But it was so silent that you could hear your ears ringing.

All of a sudden the heavy wooden door swung open. Startled, you jumped slightly, but soon enough you realized that the heartbeat echoing in your ears was not from fear, but from seeing him. Dressed all in black, as always, he was wearing a loose shirt and pants that seemed to fit him a little too well, and he was very much sober.

The smirk appeared on his face when he realized it was you and he leaned his body against the frame. “Hello, Y/N.” He greeted you, and opened the door a little further, inviting you into the dragon’s den.

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Is This What You Wanted | Aemond Targaryen

Summary: You are wed to Aemond Targaryen, but you swore to yourself that you would never love him. Inspired by the song Is This What You Wanted, by The Last Shadow Puppets (and ofc episode 8 of House of the Dragon!)

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“I could never love him.”

You swore by this whenever Aemond—now your husband of two hours—tried to convince you otherwise. Even when he was supposed to be courting you, which for him often meant to just pass by you in court and smirk, you promised yourself these five words. Even when all the other ladies around you swooned, wishing that they could be on the receiving end of his attention, you knew that it was all a front. A disguise as obvious as the black eyepatch that covered his left eye. And yet everyone seemed to favor him over Aegon, who seemed to take to his cups as soon as he could form complete sentences.

And now here you were, at the head of the table with your husband. The sun had just set behind the iron clad windows, and you knew that three hours had now passed since you exchanged vows. Soon enough it would be four, and the party for all the guests in attendance would end, which meant that you would be forced to leave the last room you considered safe. The safety of your family, the safety of being alone.

Watching the setting sun felt like delaying the inevitable, and you tried not to think about what comes next.

“Are you enjoying your party?” The Queen's voice sounded from the next seat over. You didn’t notice beforehand that your husband's chair next to you was empty, he must have left at some point, but you didn’t feel the need to seek him out.

“Yes, it’s very grand. Thank you, my Queen.” You said, and smiled politely at her. It didn’t seem like she believed you, as you saw the corners of her mouth drop slightly before raising back up into that diplomatic smile she was known for.

Her eyes seemed to focus on the empty chair between the two of you before getting up and walking off the dais. You watched her stop momentarily at the front of the table, pinpointing Aemond somewhere off in the back of the crowd, and walking straight at him. Exchanging some words, an annoyed look grew on both of their faces. And then he looked straight at you. Sighing, you looked away quickly, but not before you saw that stupid smirk on his face again.

You pretended to busy yourself with the almost untouched food on your plate. The large slice of pork would definitely be cold and stale by now, but you’d eat it no matter how sour it tasted. You tried to reach for your goblet without picking your eyes up off the plate, missing multiple times before finally landing on something that seemed too soft to be glass. You glanced up quickly, and almost choked when your hand was not, in fact, holding the goblet, but instead gently caressing Aemond wrist.

“I believe this is what you were trying to reach.” He said, and picked his arm up slightly, his hand holding the goblet of wine.

You quickly retracted your hand back towards your chest, before trying to reach for it again. “Yes. Thank you, my Lord.”

“Here, let me.” He said before your hand could make contact with the glass.

You sat painfully still as the goblet was lifted to your lips by Aemond’s hand, but proceeded to drink nonetheless in order to not bring even more attention to the table. You knew everybody around was looking.

Through the shroud of nerves and attempts to ease the shaking of your entire body, the bitterness of the wine washed over you. But Aemonds steady hand is what eventually grounded you for what felt like an eternity. The warmth of the alcohol reaching your stomach soon spread to your cheeks as you made eye contact with Aemond. He was staring deep into your eyes as you drank the wine from his hand. But you noticed that the smirk had finally vanished from his face, replaced by something closer to contemplation.

He moved the goblet away from you, and his eyes dropped down to your chin, where you felt a drop of red wine slowly sliding down your lip. You reached up to wipe it yourself but he was faster than you. His thumb gliding across your bottom lip, spreading the redness further across your lip than actually getting it off in the first place. The goblet clattered back down onto the table, cutting through your imagined silence in the room as he stood up hastily. The actual loudness of the room kicked back in; the music was playing and people were still celebrating. Apart from the few onlookers closest to the dais, nobody seemed to notice what had just transpired between the two of you.

“I believe that’s enough festivities for the evening,” He stated, standing at the front of the dais. Looking up, you saw that every pair of eyes was on you now. “Thank you all for coming, I’d like to spend some time with my wife now.” He gestured towards you, and the crowd erupted in congratulatory cheers as you watched the smirk appear on his face yet again.

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A/N: Edited on 10/14.

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Hi everyone!! I know I haven’t updated in forever, but life just got kinda busy. But now that I have time, I started editing my old work, and I posted a new version of Part 1 of my Cahir fic on Ao3! I also started an Instagram account where I’ll be posting some fancy versions of my work (example above), so I’ll link that too.

I’ll most likely be updating weekly, so check it out if you get a chance!

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Part 6! Things are really starting to come together in this story, I will probably be editing and posting on AO3 soon!

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Your fate wasn't truly sealed until the day when Lord Halfax returned to Nilfgaard after months away from court. And the realization hit you as soon as you entered the great hall that evening, since he was already waiting for you.

Of course he already knew everything he needed to know about you: heiress from Mont Crane, with an impressive six figure dowry, and most importantly for him: never married. On the other hand, all you needed to know about him was that your family would be happy with the match.

All it took was an evening of dry conversation for Lord Halfax to suggest a morning promenade through the garden on the following day. And afterwards you counted down the hours till you would be completely alone in your bed chamber. Your only hope was that a certain Knight would appear out of nowhere, like he always did. But this time he never even showed his face.

Agreeing, of course, to Lord Halfax’s offer, you barely made it back to your room before the tears flooded your eyes.

The gardens seemed particularly bleak that morning. The recent lack of rain caused the grass to fade to amber, and the roar of the waterfall mellowed out into a trickle. Things changed so fast when it came to marriage that by afternoon tea you were already engaged; the other ladies of the court coming around every few minutes to congratulate you, and reminding you how lucky you are.

You didn't feel that way though, still looking around hoping that Cahir would enter the room. But he wasn't present for the evening meal either, and halfway through the veal on your platter, you realized how sick you actually felt. Excusing yourself much earlier than anyone else, no one batted an eye at the young lady with wedding jitters.

Walking back to your bedchamber with the castle fairly empty around you, the tears threatened to spill over yet again, and this time you let them. Your mind was muddled by the sudden outburst of thoughts that entered uninvited. One side of your brain trying to outweigh the negatives with the positive brought on by the other side.

It's not that Lord Halfax was in any way disagreeable— he was handsome, with a somewhat attractive personality. But marriage meant that you would have to leave court. You would have to leave—

Him.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you looked upon an unarmed Cahir standing in front of the wooden door. While you stood there shocked, he walked towards you without hesitation.

“I'm so sorry.” He said as he pulled you into his arms. You didn't know what to say, but as a woman who is betrothed to another man, you knew that this was the last thing you should be doing. And yet something that was considered so wrong, truly felt like the right thing to do.

You blinked away the tears as he took your face into his hands. Leaning down to kiss you, he gently settled his forehead against yours. “I love you, but I don't know what I'm doing,” He whispered.

You let out a breath of laughter as you got closer to him. “I love you too, and I don't either,” you said as you folded into him, your worries suddenly forgotten only a few feet away. But you knew that there was one more thing that had to be said this evening before you accepted the future ahead of you and moved on.

“Cahir?” And without waiting for his response, you looked up at him and said, “Stay with me tonight.”

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Part 5 is finally here! I've been a bit busy recently but I should be back to posting every 5 days or so now. There's definitely more to come, so please enjoy!

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The most beautiful spot in the castle gardens was the cliff overlooking the narrow, east-facing waterfall. The water glimmered in the rising sun, taking on a delicate purple color as it cascaded over the edge, and the deep dark pool at the bottom looked too refreshing to resist.

Lifting your feet out of your slippers, you stepped out onto the flat rock, the low brambles separating the path and the cliff catching the bottom of your dress.

You heard him approach before you saw him, the gravel shifting under his feet as he walked down the path.

“Dreaming is what makes living bearable, Cahir.” Gently moving inch by inch towards the edge of the rock.

“And is flying what you dream of, My Lady?” His arms were crossed casually in front of him with a grin on his face, and you smiled when you looked back at him.

“Not particularly, no. But I do like to swim.”

His grin vanished from his face as he moved forward through the brambles, stretching his hand out towards you. “This is not the place for you to be trying to swim, My Lady. Please, come back towards me.”

“Why don't you come towards me instead then, sir.” You reached your own hand out towards his, the playful smile never fading from your lips.

Dropping his hand slightly, he pondered for a moment. If he was fast enough he could grab your hand and pull you back towards safety. But he could see the intensity burning in your eyes, and he could hear his own heart hammering inside his chest.

Finally coming to a decision, he moved forward again, slowly, holding his stance in order to be able to pull you back. What he didn't expect though is the second that his hand touched yours, he seemed to forget what he was supposed to be doing; saving you.

Your eyes emanated a warm glow, and he suddenly felt like he was being pulled into them. But that's because he was. Right as he grabbed your hand, you pulled him towards your spot on the edge of the rock.

Tilting your head back to look up at him, you raised your left hand to gently run your thumb over his bottom lip. Your right hand was still holding his, and he didn't want to let go anytime soon.

“My Lady —”

You moved slightly closer to him, hoping that there was no one else around.

“Don't call me that.”

Pulling him towards you, his lips finally met yours, something you had been hoping would happen months ago.

For a moment in time, he seemed to forget himself, his other hand moving to the back of your head and tangling itself in your hair. And you forgot how scandalous this situation would be if anyone happened to be promenading through the gardens at that very moment.

You broke the kiss abruptly, catching your breath as he recovered from the spell you managed to put him under. Finally, you laughed, causing those confused eyes to look back up at you.

“I would still like to go for a swim.” Before he could get another word out, you let go of his hand and jumped into the deep blue water below you, hoping that he would follow.

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Part 4! Sorry it took a little longer than the others, I've had a busy week, but here it finally is! I had fun writing this one but please let me know if there's too much detail, I get carried away sometimes lol.

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“May I steal the Lady away for the next dance?” Your head snapped away from the older man in front of you at the sound of the familiar voice suddenly approaching.

“My dance card is full, sir.” You smiled politely towards the older man first, but you decided to take the Knight’s hand anyway. He didn't wait for an answer and immediately pulled you away from your spot by the column.

“Well, I’m sure the lucky Lord can wait.” He said and looked towards the man who had approached you just a few minutes before he did. You followed his eyes to see the older man now promptly walking away from your spot and towards another lonely Lady.

The Black Knight led you by the hand to almost the very center of the line right as the dance was about to begin. You honestly did not know what to expect, it was quite possible that no one had seen him dance before so it was sure to attract some attention. But he would not have been so suave in approaching you if he did not know how to dance at all; why would he want to make a fool of himself in front of everyone?

The dance began and everyone started to move, but your attention was only on the Black Knight in front of you, Cahir. Dancing seemed to be effortless for him, just as easy as sword fighting. And as you watched him in delight, his eyes were focused on yours too, and time seemed to stop as you passed each other. Close enough that you felt his breath on your neck as you slid past him, causing the hairs to stand up.

The other people around you were laughing and conversing as they danced, but for the two of you it felt much more intimate. Every time you crossed each other on the line, he would stealthily reach out to grasp your hand for that split second. Even once daring to slide his hand down your forearm after spinning you around.

But the dance seemed to end faster than it began and soon you were both bowing; expected to walk away from each other, but that didn't last very long. Eventually he made his way over to you again, yet this time he didn't ask for a dance.

“Walk with me, My Lady.” He offered you his arm and you gladly took it, wrapping your hand around his elbow, and resisting the urge to move even closer to him. He led you to the balcony overlooking the city, stopping at the archway while you went ahead to lean on the balustrade.

The moonlight seemed to glitter over the top of the golden domes, with torch lights flickering from below, it was truly a sight to behold. But your awareness of Cahir’s eyes focused on your back overshadowed this view by a mile.

You turned around slowly to look back at him, the bright fires lit in the great hall blinded you momentarily. But there he was, casually leaning against the ornate pillar of the archway, the silky black curtains catching the wind and flowing around him delicately. His arms crossed over his chest as a slight smile formed upon the corner of his mouth.

You began to walk towards him then, nobody knew about the two of you – nobody knew how much you loved him. And, after all, you preferred this view right in front of you over any other.

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